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VOTED To-BORDER Uff IISIUll Weeflly. By suhscriplwn 2.ro per year. Entered as Second-class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 79-89 Seventh Ave., N. Y. Copyrig-ht, 1911, by STREET & SMITH. No. SH. N E W YORK Fe b ruary 25, 19u. Priu Five Cents. I Buffalo Bill's Fight, for the Right; OR, PAWN .BILL AND TH KING Of TH LAND ROOMERS B y th e auth or of "BUF F ALO BIL L." CHAPTER I. THE MAN WITH TUE THE ODOLITE. The man with the theodolite looked at the low hill some di s tance off and made mental e s timates of the amount of cutting which a railway would. have to do there, if it went that way. Generally s peaking, the country was s o level that not much grading would be required, and there were s o few streams that but few culverts and bridge s would be needed. Altogether, it was a fine place through whi c h to build a railroad, and he meant to recommend it in s trong terms to the men who had sent him out to look it over As he looked at the hill something s eemed to move on top of it "A wolf, or a mountain lion, perhaps," he thought, and trained his little telescope on the hilltop. What he beheld astonished him. A man was crouching there behind the concealment of a scraggy bush, and it seemed that the man had seen him and was watching him The discovery threw him into something like panic Being on the Sweetwater Indian Reservation, he was on forbidden ground, and he knew it. Forbidden at all times, the situation was much worse now, if caught, since the recent Indian troubles there. The Indian agent claimed that the presence of the white men in and round the reservation had fomented the trouble, and threatened that any one found there now would be puni s hed to the full extent of the law. Hence the alarm of the s urveyor, and the has te with which he pull e d together the leg s of hi s tripod, an

2 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Then he heard a chuckle, and, \ looking up with a s t a rt, he beheld a little old man sitting in squat attitude on a bough of the tree. The man on the bough had very bright eyes, a rowed, bearded face, and was dressed like an old-time borderman, even to the cap that rested on t o p of his head. "Te-hee," came the chuckle aga-in. Then the little old man ca111e down like a flying squir rel. Spreading his legs, he struck firmly in the saddle, and with a swoop of his hand caught at the bridle reins lying on the hor s e's neck. "I reckon," he spat at the surve or, thet Buffier Bill is waitin' fer you Fear of the con s equences if he fell into the hands of Buffalo Bill made the surveyor see red. With sweep the theodolite ro s e from his shoulder s and the next instant the "te-hee-ing old man was knocked by it out of the saddle. He caught at it, and at the saddle horn, as he went over; but he could not save himself from hi s fall, though he brought the theodolite clattering down on top of him. The breath was s9 completely knocked out of him that for a minute he wa p dazed and helple ss and before he could recover the s tranger had leaped to the saddle, and was riding o ut of the grove. Pushing a s ide the the o dolite which weighted him down, the old man lifted himself to a sitting p os ition, as a roar broke from his lips. The man on horseback had set his beast at a gallop. Er-waugh Waugh!" A revolver shone in the old man's hand, was half lifted; then wa s lowered. No, n-no," he s puttered. "Ef yer ha s a crazy notion ter shoot anything, go s hoot fool s elf. Waugh!" He arose with difficulty, gave the theodolite a kick, and began to hobble lamely toward the edge of the timber. But when he got there he stopped. The horsemap was half a mile away, and going like the wind. The old man shook his fist at the vanishing figure. "Go et-go et; but lemme tell you that ye ll never meet up ag'in with a fool like ther one ye've left hyar; so ye reely ought to come back an' take a good look at him as a speciment. Waugh! Er-waugh !" He shook his fist again at the horseman; and then, a s if to even matters, lifted one heavy foot and tried to kick himself. "Yas, an' thet is plum so; old Nick Nomad i s ther boss fool o' ther univer s e this trip, an' h e ain't goin' ter allow thet ter be di s counted. Ef he hadn t trie d ter be smart, and cute, and all ther other things which prove how childi s h he's gittin' ter be, he d have held ye up at the p'int of his pistol, an' he'd 'a' had ye; but he must go ter playin' leapfrog an circus -jes t ter prove thet he is younger an' spryer than he is, and you properly lams him over the head and skedaddles." He gave another "woof" or two like a di s gruntled bear; then he shuffled back to the spot where disa s ter had overt,aken him. "A quar in s terment," he muttered, scratching hi s head, and looking d o wn at it. "Et's ther fu s t time I ever war kicked over by a thing what has thre e laig s." Feeling exceedingly foolish over his misadventure, old Nomad lifted the theodolite, and setting it across his shoulders, he took his way thoughtfully out of the grove, and in the direction of the hill. Near its base he encountered Pawnee Bill, who had been the man on the hilltop. "Waal, he got erway," said Nomad ruefully, "an' come nigh killin' me while

T1IE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 CHAPTER II. A THREAT OF TROUBLE. Major Glover, the Indian agent, was going through the bundle of mail which had been brought in from the Clistant railroad by one of his Indian couriers. There were letters from old army friends, which he read first, for with the major pleasure often came before business. And there were dispatches from the Indian department, which he went through next. They con &rnel1 the reported outbreak among the Sweetwater Sioux. These the major swore at roundly, and threw angrily on the floor. "There has been no Indian outbreak here," he roared, "and I have so reported. A wild raid of a few young bucks, who did nothing more than drive off a few cattle, is not an Indian outbreak; and the fact that the Indians were thrown into a stampede by land boomers, and fled into the Bad Lands, is not an Indian outbreak. Nobody has been killed." The major was coming to the task of opening the mis cellaneous letters, when he heard a trampling of hoofs, and one of his faithful Indian police tapped on the door of his office. "Come in," cried the major surlily. The door flew open, and a young Indian wearing the reservation uniform stood in the door, giving the mili tary salute "Who is out there?" said the major. "Some mo e bothersome reporters, l ooking round for more lies o spread before the people of the United States? If so, send 'em packing." "Pa-e-has-ka's friends," said the Indian. "Oh! Well, show 'em in." He sat drumming the arm of his easy-chair, and heard the men dismounting out by the hitching post. Then he heard them mount the steps of the agency building, and come in by way of the hall. As he got up to welcome them, and threw open the door, he saw that they were Pawnee Bill and the old borderman, Nick Nomad. Nomad wa s carrying the theodolite that had come so near_ cracking ancient skull. "Glad to see you," cried the major. "Come right in." The letter s and telegrams which he had flung to the floor lay there still; but the others were on his desk. "Be careful that some of those things don't bite you,'' he warned. "They're crazy enough." Then he pointed to chairs, and looked curiously at the theodolite, which Nomad was unloading from his shoulders "I thought it war some kind er war club,'' said Nomad, as soberly as if he really believed it, "but Pawnee Bill, hyar, he says it's a plum peacerble surveyor's insterment; but I can tell ye thet ther said surveyor warn't in no peacerble frame o' mind when he hit me with et." Pawnee Bill t o ld the story of their discovery of the surveyor, and of his escape, with running comments from the borderman. Major Glover frowned. "Probably your guess is true," he said, "and it was the work of the land boomers; land thieves, I call '.:h' n. 'It's a great pity that you didn't capture him; I'd have done my part to railroad him ir,to the penitentiary." After they had talked a while he turned to his un opened mail. "If you will remain here and excuse me just a minute, I'll see what is in the rest of these letter s." He opened and read them one by one, s l owly. Suddenly a roar escaped him. "A railroad!" he cried. "What next?" Pawnee Dill fished some cigars out of the top of his and threw them on the table. One he selected for himself. "A quiet smoke next," he said, "I think would be a fine thing; you are getting apoplectic." Major Glover, glaring at the letter, had seemed about to break into another roar; but this smiling remark from Pawnee Bill let down the tension. He turned with a laugh and picked up one of the cigars. "You always carry good smokes with you, Pawnee Bill," he said, "and I suppose I do need a nerve-s et ener right about now. I've had so much worry over this Indian trouble recently that I'm as easily flustered as a setti ng hen. How you and Cody go through with what you do and yet manage to keep cool goes ahead of me." He struck a match, and somehow the world se emed a bit rosier as he viewed it through the smoke of that good cigar. Old Nomad, camped on a chair near by, though Paw nee Bill pushed the cigars toward him declined the in vitation, and lugged out his old black brier. "Thar never war a cigyar c'd beat my ole pipe," he said, chipping with his knife at a bit of hard plug he dug out of a pocket. "An Injun war the 'rig'nal smoker o' this kentry, and he still hangs ter a pipe." "And to all the other out-of-date things," sa id Pawnee Bill, with a smi le. "You're welcome to your pipe." "Now, this letter," said Glover, tapping it with his forefinger, "is from a friend in Was hington. And it shows that I'm right up against the cloven hoof. Vie thought the boomers, desiring this Indian land, were mak ing all the trouble. But back of the boomers and pull ing tie s tring at Washington, is a railroad syndicate, that wants to run a railway line right through the reservation, and build a town. A bill is all ready to be presented in Congress, opening this land to sett l ers, and giving this rail road company the choicest of it in a belt straight through the middle. Now you see the cat in the meal bag, and you under s tand why I haven't been backed as heartily as I expected. Some of the government men are as straight as a string, but some of the others are-rotten." He looked at the theodolite. "That exp lains what you saw to-day; that was a railroad .. surveyor out there, you can bet your boots." I "Call me a greaser, if I don't think you are right, major. It's too bad we weren't able to land him, and bring him in here. I reckon we could make him talk up proper." / "Hit me again Pard Lillie," said Nomad mournfully, for the way in which the surveyor had got away from him made him sore. Pawnee Bill laughed and puffed a ring of smoke at the ceiling. "You weren't to blame, dld Diamond," he declared. "I'm opinin' thet I war. Trouble is," he said, "I'm a-gittin' too o ld fer this hyar harum-skarum life o' fol lerin' you and Bpffier round; you young bucks hit up a gait thet' s too much fer the ole man. Also, I allow th et


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. I'm gittin' p'intedly childish; otherwise, I'd a-pulled er gun on thet scalawag, instid o' trying any funny biz; an' then I'd corralled him easy." "Your conscience is troubling you," laughed Pawnee Bill. Major Glover was still glaring at the Jetter which had informed him that a railroad syndicate was backing the land boomers, and that certain congressmen were back ing, or aiding, the syndicate "Whenever politics goes to mixing in an affair like this," he grumbled, "I feel like pulling my tepee pold and getting from under." "Which wouldn't be at all like my old fighting friend, Major Glover." The old veteran's eyes flashed. "That's right, Lillie; and I'll stay right behind the guns -you can wager your last dollar on that." He picked up another Jetter and tot"e it open. As his eyes glanced down the page another roar escaped him. "Deserted Jericho I Don't scare me so," laughed Paw nee Bill. "Listen to this," snorted the Indian agent. Then he read : "Dill Fisher, the king-pin of the land boomers whom you had jailed at Ringgold, on the charge of breaking the agency regulations and lifting cattle, broke jail two days ago, and is now at large. He will no doubt make straight tracks for the boomer camp near the agency, so look out for him. iie is in a mood to make a whole lot of trouble." Pawnee Bill's eyes snapped with sudden excitement1 and old Nomad came half out of his chair and dropped his smoking pipe to the floor. "What's the name of the jasper that wrote that?" Pawnee Bill asked. "My old friend, Sergeant Atkin s ; and he never reports a thing unless he knows it's so." "Then thar's trouble brewin'," said N omad, stopping to pick up his pipe. "Er-waugh Buffier ort ter know erbout thet instanter." "You're right, Diamond," Pawnee B,ill agreed; "but to find Cody right off would be difficult. He is some where in the Bad Liinds, with the baron and Little Cay use, pow-wowing W\lth that old medicine man and the Sioux, trying to get them to live up to their word and come back to the reservation. And it was this land boomer, Bill Fisher, who threw that stampede into them and made all the row."* "If he comes round here again," roared the angry agent, "he'll go back to that jail as quick as my Indian police can get him there. And then he 'll do time in the pen. I think I've got him dead to rights on a charge now, and I'll press it." He went through other letters, but they were of a quieter kind, and his ruffled feathers coming down after a while, he proceeded to enjoy the excellent cigar he had been making a pretense of smoking. "And that's all," he said, as he tossed the final letter aside. *See last week s issue, "Buffalo Bill s Battle Cry: o r Pawnee :Gill and the Indian Stampede." You will find in it some interesting details that fit into this narrative. "Er-waugh !" Nomad gulped. ''Bein' that I ain't no hawg fer trouble, I should say et's ernough." CHAPTER III. FLOA-trno S'.tAR MIXES MltD1CiNE. Floating Star, the medicine man of this particular divi sion of the great Sioux nation, had quite as much faith in himself as his followers had in him. On the night of his birth a meteor trailed its white light across the blackness of the sky, and gave him his name. Though he had never heard of the star that blazed when great C

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. The baron was big of girth, and so it must be confessed that he was an anomaly, in that he did not like / stifling quiet. Things could not go too fast to suit him; the greater the excitement the happier he was. Sometimes he called himself the Flying Dutchman. Buffalo Bill and Little Cayuse, having penetrated to ward the temporary village of the Sioux in the Bad Lands, came upon old Floating Star. The medicine man was in a sand-drifted ravine, all alone, and nearly naked, except for a liberal coating of paint, which had been applied with great care, for even in that he had to be sure that he would please the spirits. He had a queer idea of the things spirits would like, no doubt; anyway, the fantastic rings, triangles, serpents, and other oddities decorating his leather skin could not have been improved on from the standpoint of the bizarre. ln addition, an oxskin covered his shoulders and back, and the horns of the ox stuck up over the medicine man's ears as if they had grown there. Buffalo Dill guessed, when he saw that oxhicle, that one of the oxen recently rustled by the Sioux had con tributed it. Before Floating Star were some little sticks stuck up right in the san

6 \ THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "vVatchiri.' that Indian," he confessed. "I mean the one what ilun away. This ain't reservation territory, I reckon." "It isn't; but we're having trouble w th the reservation Indians, and they re out here, so this is not a place for any white man who hasn' t particular business with them." "'vVell, I ain't responsible for that; I didn't run 'em off, er s hoo 'em off. I've been prowlin round out here prospectin ; it s a honorable trade, though gin'rally not highly pro fitable. A while ago I seen that red. Well, it wa s th e funniest perform--" ''Yo u frightened him. And that may mean something s eriou s." "W e!l, he did lo o k s keered. But I don't s ee how it can mean an y thing seriou s Again he l o oke d from th scout to the Piute and back again. "I' ve heard of you, and knowi,n yo u wa s in this vicinity I rec o gnized ye. Say, if you re goin' on to that village, I'd like to go, too." I b e lie v e I haven't heard your name," the' scout reminded. B asil Trent." ' I think I ve heard of you." "I don't doubt; wharever fame floats her irride s cent w ing s m e n has heard of me-Bumptious Basil, always bitin off more than he can chew, and buttin' in where angels fear s to tread. That's me." "l' m s orry, Trent," said the scout, speaking kindly, "that you frightened old Floa ting Star; for--" "So that's his name; Floating B ull-tail would be bet ter, jedgin' by the l o oks of him a s he flew out of this. But I m sorry, too, if I've di sarranged anything." "You're a patriotic citizen, I don t doubt?" "Try me, an' see." "If you are, you will get out of thes e hill s until this Indian trouble blows over. I've been promi s ing old F loating Star that no white men would b e permitted to come in here, and have been trying to get him and hi s reds to return peaceably to the re s ervation. You can s ee how his di s c o very of you up there will go against that. He will jump to the idea, perhaps that the Bad Lands are filled with white \ men." "But if I go on with ye to the village?" "You can t go!" "That's flat?" "It is, and I mean it. Take my advice, and get out of the hills right away. You'll find it good advice, for this is a dangerou s place for any white man.'' "You're here." !'That is different; and if I felt my s elf to be in dan ger, duty would send me here. But it's different with you." "All right, Cody, I'll vamoose," the fellow promised. "When you hit my bump of patriotism you hit me right whar I live." "I shall rely on your promi s e." The scout turned and, with Little Cayuse, went on to ward the village. CHAPTER IV. THE BARON AND THE BOOMER I:ING. On his high perch, a mile or two from the scene of the foregoing, the baron watched, and smoked, and cat napped, whiling the hours away. Though the weather had been cold for a number of day s the air was much warmer, an d the s n o w had gone. In the full blaze of the suns hine the b a ron found the temperajure very comfortable, inde e d, so that sometime s he had hard work to ke e p from falling so und a s l e ep. "Idt i s s too kviet vor me, he grumbled. "Here ve gome Inchun reserwation py unt I am e x becting s ome fightdting righdt avay kvick, unt idt aind' t yidt. Aber I--" He sat up with a lo w snort, and looked about. "Vot i ss ?" he que s tioned. "Dit I heardt s omedings, or vos I yoost treaming der schleeb s oof habbine ss ?" Then he heard it again-a distant trampling as of hors es or cattle. Inchuns, meppe s o, he whispered. He crawled to hi s hands and knees, and tried to look off in the direction of the s ound. It was growing nearer, but still he could see nothing. Y e t a s h e l o oked, a -dozen s teers came into view in one of the1 Bad Land ravines, and behind them came Indian horsemen. The s teers had a lagging gait, showing they had been driv e n hard and far. "Himmelblitzen Dot iss too padt," saig the Ger man. Some more Inchuns raidting unt s dealing cad dies. Unt all der vhile s do s e same Inchuns i s s delling Cody dhey ar-re petter a s goot." The German sank back, for he did not want to bt. seen and watched the cattle and the mounted figur e s coming on. Nea r the end di the ravine was a small water h o le, and on r eac hing it tile cattle and horses were permitted to drink. The h o r s emen al s o camped down for a while, and, produ c i n g fo o d, b egan t o e at. The hungry cattle grazed on the scant herbage grow ing in niche s of the rock. The place s ought by the raid e r s wa s s o s eclud e d that if the German had n o t b ee on the hilltop hi s ch a nc es of knowing they were th e re would have. been s mall. Fearing now for the safety of hi s mule, that he had tucked into a crevice not far from the raiders' camp, the German s lipp e d down from the hill, and moved carefully toward it. Perhaps it was an unfortunate m ovement; yet in the end the baron' s proverbial luck came promptly uppermost. T oo f er, seeing his mas ter, and being e x cited by the ne a r pres ence of animal s lifted his voice in a welcoming bray, that went echoing among the rock s The baron stood ro o ted, and glared at the beast. "You s hackass fool," he whi s pered, "vhy y:ou do dot? Now we ar-re bot' oof u s s in dangerou s ne s s." As it was unwi s e now to try to get out of that notch with Toofer, the baron contented him s elf with untying the b e a s t and l oo ping up the bridle rein. Then he crouched behind a bowlder, close by Toofer's s ide. "Ve ar-re seening s oon s o met'ing s, eh?" he s aid to Toofer. "Budt idt i ss make a liddle excidemendt, enny how. You yoost k e eb a l o ok mit bot' ears.'' He heard a man s t e aling softly t oward him, and Toofer. heard the s ame a s was evid e nced by the manner in which his big ears s wung forward. "You tond t like unt I knowed idt. All righdt, I aind't blaming you. But you mu s t r e memper dot C ody i s s now making der peace s chmoke mit 'em, unt v e t ond' t


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 7 vandt to disturb der kviet unt harmony. So-o, o o f an Inchun kill s y o u, y o u s h o uldt yoost ledt him. O o f ht kills me, vhy, d o t i ss different; I vo s nodt a moo!." The head feather s of an Indian were thrus t round an angle of a near.1.by rock, cau s ing the mule s big ears to flop farther over in that direction. And there was a wrinkling of Toofer' s nos e that seemed to indicate hos tility. The Indian figure behind the feather s came on in s ight and, s quatting in the sun s hine wbich fell there, he looked about. He wa s apparently lo o king for the owner of. the mule. Seeing no one he rose quickl y, and advanced to Too fer, extending hi s hand to catch hold of the bridle rein. A low whi s tle s ounded at that moment, like th e shrill hiss of a s team pip e fro m the spot where the baron lay. It was a s ignal familiar to Toofer, and for which he s eemed to hav e been waiting; for a s soon a s he h e ard it he changed end s with lightning speed. Then his heel s flew out, and landing in the s tomach of the would-be thi ef, c aused him to turn a somersault and land in a sit ting heap thre e yard s away. Toofer whirled again, kicking in the air. The bewil dered Indian cla s ped hi s stomach and groaned. Then the baron, peeripg out, beheld a thing which sur pri s ed him almo s t a s much as the sight of the face on the w all of the other ravine had surpri s ed old Floa;ing Star. The man, staring at the mule and groaning, flicked his r i ght eye up w ard, with a mo s t peculiar jerk. The baron had never seen that happen to but one eye, and it wa s the eye of a white man. Further confirmation of his quick su s picion came when the man ro s e with an angry oath, and, swearing at the mule in mos t vigorous Engli s h, rushed upon it to give it a beating. But Toofer was looking for something of the kind, and was duly prepared. He changed ends again, and planted another resound ing kick. This time, after sailing through the air for three or four yards, the feathered and painted individual did not rise. "Idt i s s some time to s chlide," whispered the baron, rising from hi s place of concealment. I am making myself now scarce, or pooty soon I cand't do idt. Too fer, vot I haf saidt in my haste idt vos a lie, vhen I saidt idt apoudt you." He heard feet moving in the direction of the camp which he had thought a camp of Indians. Dut they did not move with more speed than the feet of the redoubt able baron and the nimble, twinkling hoofs of Toofer, the mule. Before any one from the camp could reach the place, and long before the disgui s ed white man regained c o n sciousness, the German had fled from it on the mule's back. The twisting and turnings of the ravine hid him from the men who had rushed in, to find their lead e r stretcheJ out in unconsciousness. They saw the tracks of the mule, and a few of them cha s ed along on foot after it, without coming in s ight of it. The other s turned their attention to the man suffer ing from the mule's kick s Five minute s passed before he came round, and then he began to rave, cursing the mule. "Tqe owner must be round somewhere," he said. "It's that Dutchman s beast, and he must have had it tied in here; though it was loose when I saw it. Well, it knocked me out." He fell back, groaning. I CHAPTER V. FISHER'S RECAPTURE. Rejoining B uffalo B ill and Little Cayuse, Baron von Schnitzenhau s er was given an opportunity to rehearse his startling dis covery. But before he could finish it, Pawnee Bill rode up. "It's the baron's proverbial luck again," Buffalo Bill declared. 1 "Idt iss a luckine ss clo t I am noclt los ing Toofer, enny how," the baron admitted. ''Unt anoclder luckiness iss dot vhen I ride me oudt oof dare I am nodt seen py any pody budt d e r moo!. "Buclt I vill exblanation to you. Thereupon he told his story in full. "As soon as I seen me d o t eye I knowed him," the baron averred. Dare iss nodt anodder eye like iclt. Und den der schvear vord s ; no Inchun could do idt so natcherel as him. Unt der woice Idt v o s der woice oof him, dot Bill Fisher." "Des erted ] ericho Pawnee Bill exclaimed. "Thos e rascals are getting overbold necarni s I reckon it's up to )IS to put a reef in their flying topsails, eh?" "What they are trying to do is clear enough said the scout. "They want to create a war scare, so that troop ers will be sent, and a collision be brought about between the reds and the troopers. One bru s h is certain to be followed by another, and then we'll have all the horrors of a border war, with houses burning and men and women killed and captured. Of course, the Sioux will be whipped to pieces in the end, but the American people will have been so wrought up that they'll have no more patience with them; and then this scheme to take their lands away and send them farther west will go through Congress with a rush. I'd hate to see it." "If reds were only sensible, like white folks," said Pawnee Bill, twisting his face awry and digging into the top of his Stetson for a cigar. "But, of course, if they were, they wouldn't be reds." "Floating Star and the chiefs of the tribe will stand for a fight, and they will fight like devil s if they think they have to. And while this fake raiding is going on, and they fear the coming of soldiers, they will never return to the reservation." "It's a neat scheme to do 'em," Pawnee Bill admitted. "I'd like to take Fisher by the heels again." "Perhaps we can," said the scout. "Shall we let the baron guide us, and take a turn over in the direction where he had that bit of adventure? Some of the pre tended redskins may be hanging round there still." "Oof you do dot, petter you look oudt vor der ampus cades," the baron warned. "Oof dhey seen you, idt vill p e 'Valk indo mein barlor, saiclt der spider mit der fly.'" We'll risk it," was the declaration of Buffalo Bill; "we've g o t to nip this thing in the bud." They rode off in the direction pointed out by the baron


8 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIE S. B uffalo Bill Pawne e Bill, th e baron, and Littl e C a y use. When the place was approached, the y di s mount ed, and, leaving the hor s es in charge of the Piute, they advq.nced carefully on foot. "Idt iss to pe remempered, th e baron reminded, "dot dhey ditn't seen me, budt s een der moo!." This was so true, that Fis her had been a very much puzzled man, after his unpleasant mix-up with T o ofer's heels; and his men had been a s much puzzled a s Fisher. They did not doubt that the mule had been l e ft there by its owner, and Fis her had recognized the beast as one he had seen the baron riding. 1 It was a safe guess for them, therefore, that Schnitzen hauser was in the vicinity; and that indicated the proxim ity likewise of Buffalo Bill. Yet Fisher's men did not overtake the mule, 1nor see the m?n on his back. However, they were made so uneasy, that the cattle were driven out of the ravine, anQ.. hurried to what wa s deemed a safer place. All the raiders but Fisher went with the cattle. He remained to look the ground over. Thinking that if he encountered or was seen by, any of Buffalo Bill's men, he would be safer without his Indian paint and feathers, he made a quick change in hi s personal appearance. Hauling some clothing out of a cache, he shifted into it, after removing his Indian make-up. But, unable to discover anything there, he rode on in the direction of the temporary village of the Sioux, of whose location he was well aware. \.... Buffalo Bill and his companions struck Fis her's trail soon after it left the ravine, and, seeing that he was heading toward the village, they hustled back and got their horses. Then they followed him. Floating Star's close s t friend and adviser, the Siomi: war chief, Pine Knot, who in the old days had led more than one bloody raid again s t the white men, but was now an advocate of peace, for the reason that he knew raid ing was no lO{lger wise or safe, was out on a bit of level prairie that nature had somehow tucked into the midst of the Bad Lands his purpo s e being to watch the country to the eastward. As Pine Knot thus watched, a white man came riding toward him, emerging into the prairie from s ome low ground on hi s right. Pine Knot knew that the man was one of the boomer leader s and he frowned, fingering for the hatchet he had under his blanket. He would not retreat, though the white man came straight to'Vard him. To retreat before a number o f white rrien might on occa s ion be the part of wi s dom, but Pine Knot scorned to retreat before one. So he held his head high and stood sullenly in his tracks, his eagle eyes searching the white man's face when he drew near, to di s cover there his motive. The man, of cour se, was Fis her, riding toward the vil lage; and, seeing the chief right before him, he thought it a good fi'me to do some more intimidating. So he rode at the chief, with the high-handed notion of riding him down. Such a course would so brui s e the temper of the Indian, as well as his body, that it might result in the chief calling out hi s warri o r s and s triking angrily at all whit e men who cam e near him. And that wa s a thing which Fis h e r very much de s ired s hould happ e n. If th e Indian s could lie goaded int o fighting, then the purpo s e o f their would seem clo s e to acc o mpli s hm e nt. Ins tead of trying to g e t out of the wa y the old war chief folded hi s arm s defiantly on his coppery chest. out o my road, h owle d Fis her. The chief s till did not mo ve. But Neme sis was clo s e on F i s her' s heels, though he h ad not thought of it. He s aw tJ1e chief smile, which an gered him, as it seemed t o inc1icate that the redskin was not afraid of him, and scorned hi s boa s ting and threats The thing which made old Pine Knot s mile was that at the moment he beheld Neme s i s in the shape of Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill. The boomer king, as Fisher had been called, though in reality he was only a desperado of the wor s t type, y e lled again at the chief; and that ye!J., with the beating noi s e o f his horse's h oo fs, kept him from hearing the rather so ft footed but swift approach of the daring s cout s They were closing in, having come in from a s i de gulch not far off. "You red fool!" screamed "Git out o my way, or I'll ride over ye. You won 't? Then hyer you git ithoop-la !" Buffalo Bill had loosed his lariat, and was mentally cal culati11g the di s tance. Then it s hot out, and it dragged the boomer king from hi deep saddle as he wa s about to ride down the defiant chief. Fisher struck the ground with a heavy jolt. A s h e looked up dazed and half s tunned by his unexpected fall, he saw the two s cout s da s h up beside him. As Fisher's horse now s howed s igns of bolting Pawne e Bill's noo s e got in its work, and the hor s e went down close beside it s fallen rider. The chief s till stoo d a s if ro o ted to the spot, that s mil e widening on hi s coppery vi s age. Then he whirled round and wa s gone like a s hot, n o t waiting to thank the men who had befriended him. "Whoob !" came a yell, floating over the grass, an d twisting his head, the dis gu s ted and angry boomer s aw more men coming-the baron and Little Cayu se. "I suppo s e," said Buffalo Bill, leaping d o wn to m k e s ure that the noo s e holding the captured ras cal wa s n o t thrown off by him, "that you weren't looking for any little game like that?" Fis her flung an oath at him. Pawnee Bill, taking a quick turn of hi s rope round the legs of Fis her's hor s e, bobbled the be as t n ea tly, th e n l e t it go. But a s it could move only with short s tep s there was not the least danger that it would s tray far. Now he turned to the captive and to Buffalo Bill. "Good work, necarni s ," he said approvingly. Fisher tried '10 lift him s elf on his elbow, while one hand felt for the revolver sagging at hi s wai s t. "Better not try it," Pawnee B ill warned, dropping a hand to one of his knive s "I'd hate to have to lame you with this." Boiling with rage and chagrin, Fisher bro ke forth in a torrent of angry imprecation s And as he glared artd raged, his game eye flicked up-


THE BUFF A LO BILL STORIES. 9 'Yard, an l bac k ag ain, as i h e 1 1ad a pparently l os t mu s cul a r contro l of it. The b a ro n sat on hi s m u l e l o oking at him. "Idt i ss vot I am recognizing you py, vhen you s een me,'' he o bserved gravely. "No Inchuns haf an eye vot yoo m p r o undt like dot." "Manw ith-the-flying-eye, s aid Little Cayu se, apply ing th e name he had heard the Indian s u s e when s peaking o f F i s her. CHAPTER VI. P A W NEE IIILL'S P LA N That night Dill F i s h e r la y in d o u b l e iron s in th e a g e n cy j a il, w ith a s t ro ng guard of Indi a n p olic e thro w n roun d it, a s th e ag e nt f e ared an attempt at re s cue by hi s fri e nds. O th e r Ind ian p olice guarded the agency building s for F i s h e r's fri e nd s might, it wa s f e ared, fire them hoping to c r ea te there by an e x citement wqich woultl enable th e m t o br eak th e j ail. Unfortunate l y, Gl o ver's Indian police had been dwin d ling in numb e r s ; certain of th e m had abandoned him in t hi s criti c al tim e and had taken them s elves to b r ethre n in the Bad Lands \ within the age ncy headquarters, Major Glover and hi s fri e nd s di s cu ss ed the s ituation. The agent w as anxiou s and troubled. "I'm afraid I s hall have to send to Fort Leatherman fo r the troopers," he groaned. "It's a thing I've been fighting against, and don't want to do "And if the troopers are se nt h e re, s aid Buffalo Bill, 'th en all efforts to end thi s trouble peaceably will com e to a s udden end. A lot of them hate the red s kin s ." A n' ye cain t blame 'em," s aid N omad They ha s seen their c omrad e s fall hyar an' thar, wi Injun arre r s in 'em, an mutilat e d in a w ay the t y e cain t s p eak of. "And the Indians hate the trooper s ," added Paw nee D ill. "So the re y o u have it." "An ',' Nomad added, "white men what paint up and p l ay Injuns is a good deal wuss rattle s nake s than ther re a l variety." "Too fer,'' said the baron, tamping the tobacco in hi s pipe-he had not been attentively listening-" he i s s s o v ise a mool dot to-nighdt he haf a double feedt oof o ad t s "Who's torkin' erbout mules an' oats?" I am you pedt me; me an' Toof er." "Loo k s like,'' said Nomad, address ing Buffalo Bill, th e t tha r might be work fer me an' Lit tle Ca y u se; w e c d pi c k out ther trail o' them cattle, an' tharby mebbe s o find ther hidin' place o' these make-believe reds. It'd pay." Not a bad idea," admitted Pawnee Bill. "But a plan has hit me, necarnis, which I'm turning over in my mind. It's thi s : I'll di s gui s e myself and play b o omer. W e' ve g o t to get on the in s ide of this affair, or we can t find out w ho i s d o ing the dirty w o rk. Over at the boomer camp are a w h o l e lot of hone s t men, who are there becau s e they have b e en made to think this l:Qdian land will s oo n be opened to settl ement; and with them are a few cutthroats and de s p e rad o es of the Bill Fis her stripe. Fis h er's men have elbowed in, and are now considered the l eade r s of th e boo m e r s-becaus e it is too often the way w ith h o ne s t men that they will s tand back and let a l o t of l o u d t a lk e r s tak e the lead. "But s o l o ng a s w e don t know just who are the des pera does and wh o are the h o ne s t men we are handi ca p ped. Of cour se, if that trail could be followed, and then the de s peradoes w h o are playing Indian could be got into a corn e r and s11 o t to pi eces, or captured, it would be a s imple way t o turn th e tri c k o f e xpo s ing them and all that. But it' s not g o ing to b e to do. For trail ing in the Bad Lands is ab o ut a s seriou s and di s hearten ing work a s can b e imagined. Strike a trail there and fo r a while it will b e like a wagon road; th e n in s ide of half a mile, it will end altogether. We have all had a hand in it, and we know." I thin k interp os ed N o mad again, "thet me an' Li ttle C a y u s e c 'cl make progres s even thar; I'm willin' ter tackle e t a g in an y how. " I think Pard Cody will be willing to let you have another whack at it old Diamond, and I hope you win out D ut I'm st,ill thinking thi s o th e r plan p ro mi ses s omethi ng g oo d." "Lay it out for u s all compl e te," s aid M a j o r Glover, th e Indian agent. "That's all there is to it. I could dis gui s e myself. I think, so that my be s t friend and m y wor s t enem y wo uldn t know m e ; and I could s muggle my s elf int o th e b o omer camp without any trouble. That part wo11ld b e a cinch. For, you see, new men are joining the boomer s e very day. They've nearly double<\ their number sinc e n e w s of the trouble here on the re s ervation has b e en spread abroad in the newspaper s G lover anathematized the newspaper s I've ordered the Indian police to take every reporter by the scruff of the neck and pitch him o ver the bound ary, when found here on the reservati o n ," he declared. "They're setting the whole country on fire. Everywher e the p e ople think that a regular Indian war is on out here and I've had dozen s of telegrams fro m friend s far an d near, and a f e w fro m headquarters, urging me to call for trooper s and prote c t the s ettlers. Bah! If th e y'll .let me al o ne I'll s e ttle this muddle-with the help of you and C o dy, I me a n. Vi/ e don't need anything but t o be let alone a little while. But if this new s paper y o wling k e eps on, we will have a war, for sure; jus t becau s e tro uble hunter s are sw ai;ming o n u s fro m all four quar ters." Well, how doe s m y pl a n s trik e you maj o r?" a s ked Pawnee B ill. "As be i ng ab out as da ng e r ous a thi n g a s could b e att e mpted." "That i s th e way it s trikes m e," B u ffa l o Bill declared. Dut Paw n e e B ill, yo u kn ow, maj o r see m s alw ay s to be hunting the s p o t light of dang e r ." Only when I think I can make g oo d necarni s ." Le a ning back in his chair, puffing at hi s cigar, Pawne e Bill did not l o ok to be a man who was seriously thinking o f taking hi s life in his hand at that moment. "I'll add thi s to my plan he said. "It's just come to me. In ad diti o n to spotting who the real trouble mak e r s are, s o th a t th e y can be arrested, if this Indian make b elieve b u s in ess g o e s on still, after Fisher s capture wha t' s to hinder .me fn;im joining that, too? And it might b e p os sible for me to get word through to you when I know that .a cattle raid is on; and then I could trust you and Buffalo Bill to do your part."


IO THE BUFF ALO BILL stoRIES. "You mean," said Glover, "you'd lead 'em into a bot tle somewhere off in the Bad Lands, and we would then be able, maybe, to slip up and put the stopper in the bottle?' "That's just what I mean "There would b'e a dead Pawnee Bill if they tumb l ed to i t, even after the bottling was accomplished "All of us have to .take risks," said Pawnee Bill com posedly "I'm telling you it will be a mighty big--" All came to their feet, for a fall had sounded outside, and a fight seemed in progress there. Duffalo Bill reached the door first. "Look out," Glover warned. "It may be a ruse to call you out s ide and s hoot you. Recollect that Fisher's parcls are equal to anything." Nevertheless, the scout flung the door open and leaped through, followed closely by Pawnee Bill and Nomad. Glover and the baron, with Little Cayuse, were not far behind. The sounds had ceased; but a moment later they heard a patter of feet, and then the clatter of a horse breaking into a rapid canter. The guards round the prison called through the dark nes s and some of the Indian police who had been sup posedly watching the house came hurriedly upon the scene. "Make a search clown by the wall there," bellowed Glover. "We thought a fight was going on there!" A lantern flashed in the hands of one of the police, and a search was made, the result of which was that a man, whose first appearance indicated that he was a of the reservation police force, was brought into the light. He wore the half-military clothing of the police, but when the lantern was held clown clo s e to his face, it was seen that he wore a mustache, and was a white man in Indian disguise. As he was unconscious, he was brought into the agency, and laid on the floor \,Yater being clashed into his face, he revived, and sat up with a start of alarm For the moment he had for gotten that he was a make-believe Indian, and began to mutter in English "Thet's right," said Nomad. "Spit et out ef et's hurt in' ye The man came more clear l y to a recognition of his position, and shrank against the wall. "You're a white man," said Glover, "and a stranger to me; yet I find you disguised as one of my Indian po lice. I think it will pay you to make a full confession." This the rascal refused to do "You came here, knocked out or killed one of my men, and shifting into his cJothing, you have been spying on us, while pretending to be one of the agency guards. \i\Te know that much. So you had better tell the rest of it." But the man obstinately refused to make a statement. Even when they washed away the paint and questioned him again he was obdurate. The agent, who had been more than once in the boomer camp, felt sure he had seen the man there, and that the fellow was a pretended boomer, and no doubt one of the followers of Bill Fisher "\i\T e got your leader in slings to-night," said Glover, "and right in there you go, too. Maybe after you've thought it over you will be willing to talk." So he was taken to the jail. The guard being called up, all of them, it was found that two were missing. When a search was made, they were found bound and gagged out by the corral. They could give very little exp l anation of how it had happened, beyond the statements that they had been as saulted in the darkness, tied up, and their clothing taken away. \i\Then found they were nearly naked, and suffering severely from the cold. 1 "There were two spies here," said Glover. "We heard one ride away, and here is the other. But what did that fighting mean, if it was fighting? Did the two rascal s quarrel and proceed to a punching bout right here under the agency windows ?" It seemed so, though, after all, the thing was hardly credible. But as no better conclusion cou l d be reached at the time, they let it go at that. CHAPTER VII. PAWNEE BILL AND BUMPTIOUS BASIL. Pawnee Dill departed from the agency some time after midnight. Before morning he was on the reservation border, on the east He made dry camp, and bunked down in his blanket without any fire, even though the frost of the early morn ing hours was sharp. The horse he had with him was not his old, reliable Chick-Chick, btit an Indian cayu se. It was an ugly ani mal, with an ear that dropped over comically, showing that the cartilage had been eaten away by the screw worm. In color it was what Nomad called a "brindle," a nondescript sort of roan. But it had good traveling capacity, and that wa s the real thing required. The Indian agent hacl furnished it, and as it was like so many other Indian ponies, Pawnee Bill had little fear that it could betray his identity. In his own personal appearance he had made a complete and most remarkable change. Discarding hi s Stetson anq ordinary clothing, he was garbed now much like a farmer from the fiat land s of Illinois, or perhaps Mi sso uri. And the du s t of the night ride, together with the fact that h e gave his clothing a chance to come in contact with th e soil before he "bogged clown" for the r e mainder of tbe night, and stretched out in them, conferred a certain miry grime and wrinkles that were characteristic. But the greatest change was in his face. His tache was drawn out into waxed er,ds, and drooped clown over his mouth, and his face had been darkened until it was in color like a Mexican's. He intended to represent himself as a "Texican," half farmer and half cowman, from the borders of the Rio Grande. As the sun rose and Pawnee Bill stirred i n his blanket, he saw coming toward him over the level land a figure that looked familiar. Sitting up with the blanket hooded round him, he studied the horseman.


, THE BUFF AL O BIL L STORIES. I I "Bumptious Basil," he sai d. "Now, w hat is he doing here?" \ The tatterdemalion figure came gallopin g on, a s t r i de a crow bait horse that was as s h iftless in appearance as the rider. His wide mo uth a n d roun d face we r e l aughing as he d r ew in beside Pawnee B ill \ "Well now, this is good, he cack l ed. "I though t i t was you right off." This was somewha t surpris ing, in vi e w of Pawnee Bill's disguise. But he thought that perhaps Bumpti o u s Basil mis taking him for some one els e ; so he did not commen t o n that, naturally The tattered figure s lid to the grou..nd, and, l etting the reins of h i-, hors e trail, he s wung r ound and squ a tted dow n at Pawnee Bill s s i d e Y o u kn o w me, he said, "and of cour s e I know you." "Whom d o y o u think I am?" Paw n e e B ill asked Well I dunno what name y ou're travel in' under, but I kn o w you for Pawnee Bill. "You're sure o f that?" B umpti o u s Basil cackle d De a d sure," he said; and I 'll t e ll y o u w hy Put two and t wo t o g e ther, an it m a k es fo ur, d o n t it? \i\Tell, that's w h a t I d o ne. 1 "Now I kn ow t o o w h a t yo u r e d o in' here, an dl where yo u r e g o in So I'll jest be frank w ith ye fer I think we two ca n pull t oge th e r Mak e a mig ht y goo d t ea m me and you. "It'sthi s w ay," h e said confid e nti ally "Tha t wa s me ove r at th e ag e n cy w h e n that ca tan d d o g fight starte d, whic h brought yo u and yo u r crow d c ro w h o ppin' t o th e d oo r. I re c kon th a t C o dy t o ld y o u all ab out meetin up with me over in the Ba d L a nd s wh en th a t o ld m e di c i n e man 'fas d o in' hi s son g and dan ce r o und th e p o l es he d s tu c k in th e sand H e calle d me 'B um p ti o u s Dasi!,' then, which is th e n a m e th a t h as bee n tuc k e d o nt o m e b y so m e p eo. pl e ; see m s h e'd h eard o f m e . V v ell, I a in t all that I see m. Yo u a in t n e ith e r right J!Ow. He s t o p ped t o cackle a g a in T h e r e's a l o t m o re p la y i n tric k s s imil a r, all ro und the se digg i n's I might m e n t i o n t h e b oo m e r s th a t' s play in the gam e o f b ad Injun; a n th e r e a r e h eap s o f o th e r s "But j es t f e r th e p r ese nt, I'll say th a t I tagged out a ft e r B uff a l o D ill' s c r ow d yes t e rd a y a n d r e a c h e d the age n c y some tim e a ft e r th ey did ; afte r da rk, it was M y h ors e I hi d o u t ; and th e n I w a l ke d up t o th e buil d in 's "It w a s my int e nti o n at fir s t t o h a ve a t a lk w ith Cody, o r t h e a g ent; but I found th a t so m e thin c ro o k ed w a s on w ith the gu a r ds and w hil e l oo kin' into th a t I d e l ayed "Dut I'll say I fo u nd th a t whit e m e n w e re pl ayin' Injun p olice ; the way I com e t o kn o w it b e in' th a t I h eard 'e m t a lkin '-tw o of em. Now, a white man's v o ice a in t n eve r t o be mis t a k e n for an Injun's; arid th e n an In jun, o n e o f th ese r ese r va ti o n k ind nev e r git s hi s Engli s h d ow n a s g oo d a s th e y had it. "I h a d slippe d up t o the pi az za, to l i s ten, w h en I h eard 'em talki n g. \ "Says I t o m yself, 'I'll l oo k int o thi s furder !' and I pulle d m yself u p to th e pi azza The n I bump e d again s t on e of the fake Injun po l i ce It s cared him, a nd he backed away, without j e s t kno w in' whether I wa s a white man or a n Injun. "Whil e he was standin' off figu r in' that out I s tuck m y ear aga inst t he w i nde r th ere, a n d heard what you wa s sayin'." He l ooked a t Pawnee Bill keen ly. You ain't s ayin' nothin' ," h e grumb l ed You s eem to be t aking u p a ll the t ime. Go a h e a d "You s till t h ink I ain't sure of you ; bu t I a m Well, anyway, I heard you s ay y o u wa s goin' to take t he l o p eared cayu s e, and hi t for the bo omer camp, with the in tent i on of foolin' 'em ." Pawnee Bill s ucce ss fully concea l ed the start thi s h im. "What troub l es me i s that I ain t s ure bu t me bbe them pretended Injun police heard the s ame thing," th e m a n went on "I'm hopin they didn t. But the one I skee r ed away fro m the wall came ba c k and we tack l ed, a n d v h a d a fight Then I flew for the h i g h p l aces." He s tudied Pawnee B i ll. "But howev e r that i s you re hyer, an' you' r e goin to try to mak e the riffle." He stopped for an an s wer. You ain't conf ess i n nothin ," he cack l ed again. "Well, that don t foo l m e n o ne. One way I made sure it wa s yo u w a s th a t I was n t so v e ry far off w hen you s traddl e d th a t c a yu se a n hit th e trail comin t h i s way. I foller e d ye, but fur e nough b e hind, so s y o u wou l dn t no tic e it non e at a ll. An d to mak e d o uble s ure I had muffled the h oo f s o f m y h o r s e Yo u p intecl your n os e so s traight that i t w a s ea s y t o come al o ng afte r yo u Right n ear her e I heard your cay use s t op a n d I r ightl y gue sse d that you wa s goin' int o camp. "So I j es t g e ntl y rid off a g o odi s h di s tance and camped d ow n, t oo A n d then wh e n day com e I amb l es ove r h e re ; an d sure e n o ugh, it' s yo u, but t o gged out pl u mb wo nderful. "Now b ec au s e I r eco gnized ye, d on't I go to t hinkin' th a t an y b o d y e l s e i s l ik ely t o ; f e r th ey afo t . And it ain't be ca u se I'm s o w o nd e rfull y smarter' n other folk s eith e r It's b e cau s e I h e a r d your plan, s aw whi c h wa y y ou c o me he a rd yo u b o g d ow n h e re, and then found y ou here I t o ld yo u th a t I put t wo and tw o t o g ether, and it made four; it a l w a ys d o e s if th ey' re put t o geth e r r i ght." He l o o ked hard at th e s ilent sco ut. "So y o u can r es t e as y," he a ss ured him b e nding for w a rd a nd t apping Pawn ee B ill 's s h o ulder w ith his for e fing e r. "Your gi t -up i s that excelle nt it'd foo l anybody w h a t wa s n t on If I d idn t k now, I s houl d gu ess that you wa s a sort o f cro ss betw i x t a Mexi ca n greaser and a Mi sso uri mul e d r i ver; it's com p l e te." But n o s mil e c ame to the dark fac e him-onl y a s t o n y s t a re B um p ti o u s Basil l a ugh e d aga i n in his p e culiar cack l ing w ay. "You ve to l d m e a g o od d eal," s aid F a w n ee Bill, break ing hi s l ong sile n c e "but I've notic e d that y o u haven t told me y our name." "Bumpti ou s B a s il. You're call e d that, you say; but t hat i sn't yo u r name." "Ba s i l Trent." "And that i sn't your name " \ Vow! Well, mebbe it ain't. But, kn o win' you, I ain t afraid" to s how you my cred e n tia l s His hand we n t into hi s coar s e flanne l s hirt, and e x tracted .an enve l ope, out of which h e took a paper bearing a n offici a l seal.


12 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Jest let your optics glimmer over that," he requested. Pawnee Bill, looking at the vriting and the seal, saw that it purported to be a commission issued by the Indian department; and it stated that Basil Benton was engaged as a secret service man to look into certain matters con cerning the Indians. It had a true ring, and the signa tures, he saw, were genuine "That's me," said Bumptious Basil. "You're an educated man?" "Not to hurt; anyway, not so's you'd notice it. But what's that got to do with it;. I ain't qualified to teach Greek, ner ancient langwiges, but when it comes to the little old detec business, I'm there with the goods." Pawnee Bill again l ooked him over carefully. "If found on you, that certificate is going to get you into trouble," he remarked. "Not now," said Basil, and scratched a matcli. "I've jest been hangin' onto it until I could git to flash it on you or Buffalo Bill. I wanted you to know." "You say you met him in the Bad Lands?" "Not under circumstances callin' fer its exhibition. But here she goes." He applied the burning match to his commission, and held it flaming in his fingers until it was so far consumed that he could trust i t to burn to ashes, then he cast it on the ground. "That settles that danger," he said, "and I'm glad that you seen me do it." He ground the ashes with his heel into the earth. "There ye aire. And now I hope we can talk business, for we're in the same work. We want to stop this raidin', and help the Injuns, and knock the spots out of the des peradoes that are makin' cat's-paws out of the land boomers. Am I setting it forth right?" He eyed the disguised scout, but seemed not at all anx ious or doubtful that he would be believed. while considering the matter, Pawnee Bill came near doing a characteristic thing. He had a cigar in the crown of his hat, which he reached for; but he caught himself in time, so appeared to have put up his hand to scratch his ear reflectively. His conclusion favored Bumptious Basil. "As you know me," he said, "we'll pass that up. How can we work together?" The fat face before him beamed. "That's the talk-that's gittin' right down to brass tacks! Well, now, we'll to be governed by condi tions, I reckon I'm goin' into that camp; in fact, I been there already more than once, and rm considered one of the boomers. I'm workin' into the confidence of Fisher's crowd, and expect to be asked to go with them when they make their next raid. They cal'late to raid right along, and stir up the settlers; because the settlers will think it's the work of Injuns. Whenever I git the chance I'll tip ye news on any plans I have. And if you feel that I'm the clean art\cle you can reeciprocate. How's that?" It seemed all right, and Pawnee Bill said so. "What's goin' to be yer name there?" "As I'm likely to change it, we'll pass that up, too. \Ve'll meet as strangers, and whatever name I'm intro duced to you under will be the one I have adopted." "That's all right, too. Well, I'm Bumptious Basil, or Dasi! Trent; ye c;an't fail to remember that." He rose from the ground. "Now, I'tn goin' to hike out. The sun is gittin' well up, ye see, an' it's best we ain't seen together. We don't want to go into that boomer camp together, if we're to meet as strangers. An 'don't worry about that disguise; it's a good one." He straddled the crow-bait horse, and cantered away. When he was out of sight Pawnee Bill mounted the lop eared cayuse and rode off in the other direction. CHAPTER VIII. IN THE BOOMER CAMP. Pawnee Bill did not enter 'the boomer camp until near nightfall. In the meantime he had thought over the statements of Bumptious Basil, and had reached the conclusion that on his part it would have been wiser if he had delayed ad mitting the thirigs which the fellow claimed. Wagons were parked round the camp, wheels to wheels, in a manner to admit of a hurried defense in case of an attack by Indians. Within this inclosure were a number of tents. But as nearly all the wagons were hooded with sheets of white canvas, and so were in a measure storm-proof, the boom ers 1n general slept in them. Fires were blazing and the evening meal was in pccess of preparation when Pawnee Bill came in. One of the boomer leaders, recognized as a Fisher fol lower, came up to him at once, and others looked at him expectantly. "Land seeker?" said this individual. "That's what I'm here fer," said Pawnee Bill, drop ping easily into the vernacular of the Southwest. "I reckon if Uncle Samuel has got any one hundred and sixty acres of good soil, now the property of Indian what he's willin' to give away as soon as them thieves is off o' it, I'm the man that's lookin' for that quarter section." "Same yere," said the man, and he put out his hand "Been a lot o' men come in to-day," he added. "\Vhat's yer handle." "Sam Bass." The man grinned "Used to be a famous cowboy w'arin' that name," he said. "Thar's a lot of range songs been made up about him. It's a mighty good name. I answer to 'Bill Ste vens,' whenever the supper bell is ringin' Come along, an' I'll introduce ye to some of the boys." Leading his cayuse by the bridle, Pawnee Bill was drawn up to one of the Ii.res. Bumptious Dasi! sat there, eying him, but not a gleam of recognition passed between them. Stevens proceeded to introduce Sam Bass to the com vany at the fire, ''This here is Bumptious Basil," said Stevens, "which we call Him that because he belongs to the goat tribe." "The goat tribe?" echoed Pawnee Bill. "He's $Illus buttin' in; that's why we use it, and why he w'ars it." Bumptious Basil cackled. "It's a fittin' name, stranger," he admitted, "but not edzackly a title o' praise; but so long's thar is a quarter section o' good land to look fer, an' the grub comes reg'-


, THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 13 lar, ye can call me whatever ye please. What is it the poit says: "'A skunk by any other name would smell as bad!'" Then he laughed again, but choked off the laugh by filling his mouth with a hot potato. After while Bumptious Basil kicked one of the men on the foot, to attract his attention, and winked boldly at P<.\wnee Bill. "Stranger," he said, "if you're in a conversational mood, we'll do a bit o' torkin out hyar, fer the benefit o' our digestions." Pawnee Bill strolled off from the camp fire with them, 'until, coming to a wagon that had no one round it, they camped down on the wagon tongue. Night was over them, and the fires of the boomers flickered rubily. "It's this way," said Bumptious Basil, leading off. "I 1 reckon I seen you onct, down on the Brazos; recklect that summer me and some others war mixed up in that bank haul jest out of Austin, and we hiked from the Brazos1 bottoms, with the sheriff chasin' us ?" "Yes, I remember that," said Pawnee Bill, falling in with the lie, though he did not see the drift. "Seein' you to-night, I knowed you," beamed Basil, "and I whispered to the boys that you was 0. K. Now, are you playin' it straight here, or ai1; e ye on the makt : ?" "Any way, so it brings the spuds." J "That's what I thought, recklectin' what you said fo me that time on the Brazos. Well, it's this way: There's a company backin' this boomer bizness-or backin' a certain crowd; the most of the boomers ain't on, ain't p,ot s ense enough to be, and likely couldn t be trusted. "This is a land syndicate with a railway proi,r:ck stn1ng at the tail of it. If the reservation is open eel, they'r e' goin' to build a to)Vn right in the middle of and as it will be the only one within seventy-five miles, it will be the county seat, and there is a show that we can lug the capital over to it, and make it the State capital when we git statehood. "Not that you and me is carin' for we're after quicker profit. It's a hundred dollars 1t month, and a quarter section of land close by the new town for us, if the reservation is thrown open. "To earn our money, we've got. 1to keep the reds skeered and on the jump. If we ca buck 'em into such a nervous fit that they'll take to the / warpath, that's their finish; troopers will shoot 'em clown, and jest wipe up the land with 'em. And then th notion now of backing out. Whatever happened he would put the game through. CHAPTER IX. STARTLING NEWS. When it came to Indian trailing, scouting, and work of that kind, Buffalo Bill knew of no one more likely to do it in a trustworthy and creditable manner than Little Cayuse and old Nomad. Hence, they were kept pretty busy, in watching the In dians camped in the Bad Lands, and the troublesome white men camped on the edge of the reservation But, inasmuch as Little Cayuse had not many days before fallen under the evil influence 0f certain red rene gades, who might be supposed to try to regain "their power over him if they had a chance, the Piute was assigned the work of watching the reservation border next the bt;iomer camp, while the Bad Lands district was given to Nomad There were a few hills on the eastern border, and to these the Piute was accustomed to ride while yet the night hung black. Then he would conceal his pinto cay use, N"avi, and, mounting to the top of one of the hills, he would lie there stretched flat on his stomach watching whatever came within the field of his vision. He was thus engaged when he was given a prodigions surprise. From another hilltop, less than fifty yards off, an arrow shot into the air, and, describing a graceful parabola, dropped on the hilltop occupied by Little Cayuse, and close at his feet. Instead of stretching forth his hand to snatch the ar row1 to which he saw something was attached, the Piute flattened out like a basking lizard, and fixed his beady eyes on the other hill. His slim brown hand drew from his blanket a revo l ver, and rested it beside him. t "Ugh!" he grunted. Dut not a thing moved; apparently the arrow had risen from a point beyond the top of the other hill, so that whoever had sent it had a good chance to slide backward and downward without being seen by the Piute \ For five minutes or so Little Cayuse trained his keen eyes on the hilltop, without discovering anything. But certain conclusions were inevitable. The fact that he was up there watching was known to some one, and tha t


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. some on e h a d fir e d the arrow. Also, that some one had not reall y tried t o dr i ve th e arrow into him. If that had been tried th e arro w w o uld ha v e come s traight across. The Piute, b e ing de nsel y s up e rstitious, began to shake inwardly. This ha d a look of things my s terious, and he did not like that. A s no man could be s een, and appar ently no man c o uld know he was hiding there, it seemed likely to hi s unsophi s ticated brain that a spirit had pulled a s pirit bow, and landed the arrow before him. But when he look e d at the arrow he saw that it was matter-of-fact enough. It was a typical Indian arrow, with a s teel head thin as a knife blade, and a s lender wooden shaft tipped with guiding feathers. And the paper coiled round it and bulging in the center wa s als o material paper. .Having s atisfied himself of this, \ and being unable to see the bowman, Little Cayuse ventured to crawl on hi s belly to the .arrow and take it in hi s hand. But he did not lift his head, being t oo cautio u s fo r that. Snuggling to the ground clo s ely a s p oss ible, he again l o oked at the arrow. "Sioux," he thought, as he noted the m arks on the shaft and the peculiar manner in which the feather s and the s teel h e ad had been attached. A fe w of the Siuux, but not many, still stuck to their antiquated bows and arrows probably for the reason that guns were often hard to get. N o Indian was s o backward in knowledge that he did not know the white man's fire tube could shoot fa ster and truer and harder than any bow ever turned by the cunning hand of an Indian. Having seen that it was a Sioux arrow, the a s sumption was ea s y that a Sioux had shot it. But what wa s the object 'that bulged the pape t ? H e almo s t feared to tear the paper from the shaft to find out. \ V h e n h e h a d done s o, and the paper fell op e n, di s closing it s co n te nts, Littl e Ca y u s e r ecoile d with a c r y o f frig ht. F o r out of the paper had dropped a sever e d hum a n ear It w a s th e ear o f a whit e man, that wa plain, th o ugh it was n o w bla c k e n ed. 1 'Ugh! th e Piute grunte d, making p as ses in the air t o wa rd off e vil Me no s ab e thi s There wa s w riting on the pap e r. A nything that ap p ro a c h e d p rinted matter the Piute could s truggle with in the h op e of getting at its meaning; but this ragged writing wa s too much for him. He s tared at it, and at the ear, gripped b y a feeling of horror. Befor e he h ad recovered from the start given him he he a rd a di s tant clatter of pony hoofs, which seemed to indicate th a t th e man who had fired the arrow had gained the b o tt o m o f th e hill, and wa s ri d ing away Action right then was much better than contemplatio n of th e gru e s o me o bje c t b efo r e him, an d th e Piute w elcomed it. So, leaving the arrow, the pap e r and th e sever e d ear on the ground, he s lipped backward clown th e hill. Having rea c h e d the bottom without l oss of time he ran swiftl y t owa rd th e farther encl of th e hill in the hop e o f seeing the my s teri o u s hor s eman. He saw him, when he came out at the end of the hill; but by that time the horseman was s o far off that all Little Cayu s e could de termine was that he was a white man. His manner of riding, as well as his clothing, showed that. An Indian rides usually without a saddle, and with only '1 horsehair rope reeved round the lower jaw of his beast; and he tucks his feet under his cayuse's belly, with a forward crouch like that of a swift-riding jockey. But this man rode upright, in a deep saddle, with his feet straight down in stirrups, ri s ing and falling only with the rise and fall of his horse, after the fashion of the Western rider. So he wa s a white man, without doubt, Little Cayu s e determined. The only question remaining could only be determined by clever crawling and scouting. That was the question whether this was the white man who had sent that ar :-ow w ith its gruesome load. To s ettle thi s Little Cayu s e s cuffled along at the base

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. wildly for the agency. Fortunately, Buffalo Bill was there1 with Major Glover, and also old :..,0mad, who had just returned from the Bad Lands region. They were in good spirits. The transfer of Bill Fisher and of the man captured who had been disguisea as an Indian scout had been made to the county jail without trouble. The transfer had been done hurriedly, the prisoners being taken away by the Indian police, accompanied by the scout and the agent. A fight with Fisher's followers had been more than half anticipated, but as none had come, the conclusion was reached that news of Fisher's capture had not yet reached the camp of the boomers. "Waugh!" Nomad rumbled, as Little Cayuse came up like the wind, driving Navi recklessly "Suthin'. has broke, by ther looks. 'Tain't yoosual fer thet Pit!te ter run hoss races without a good reason." Buffalo Bill was thinking the same as he watched the Piute's swift advance. Little Cayuse slid to the ground in front of Buffalo Bill, and with a swoop of his hand reached for the queer package reposing in the saddle pouch. "Pa-e-has-ka see," he cried. "Me no sabe-me no cnmtax." Then he held up the arrow, the paper, and the severed ear. "Er-waugh !" Nomad howled. With a glance at the grue s ome thing in the Piute's hand and at the arrow, the scout clutched the message and began to read it. As he glanced down the ragged lines his face paled, then flushed, and an exclamation flew from his lips. "Listen to this," he said. Then he read : "BUFFALO BILL: We have got your friend, Pawnee Bill, and the things what we aire goin' to do to him is in part expressed by this hyer ear, if you don t immejitely surrender our friend, Bill Fisher. We have cut it from Pawnee Bill's head, and send it to you with our compli ments. Jn a clay or so we will send the other ear. And then we'll begin sendin' fingers, and toes, and sech like little trifles, jest to let you know that we aire dead in e arnest. You have, we hear, captured Bill Fisher, and have run him into the county jail. On the other hand, we have got hold of your friend Pawnee Bill, while he was pullin' the wool over our eyes, an' pretendin' to be one of us, and a farmer frum wayback. All right. If you can stand it to see yer friend hacked to pieces, as we're goin' to do, ride right on. If you feel otherwise, let Bill Fisher go. When you do, we'll release Pawnee Bill what's left of him by that time. So the quicker you git a move on, the more thar will be left of your friend when these hyer little pleasantries aire over. (Signed,) BILL FISHER'S FRIENDS." It was a startling letter, and with the grim object which had come with it filled with terrible suggestion. Little Cayuse had stood trembling, holding the ear in his hand, as he listened to the words of the letter. But now, as if it were a snake which );lad bitten him, he cast it from him. "Ugh!" he howled. Major and omad had leaped forward, but stood hesitating. Gravely Buffalo Bill stooped and lifted the ear from the ground. "Waugh!" Nomad rumbled Then again: "Er-waugh !'' His trembling fingers the butt of a big revo l ver, and he. glared as if aching to shoot at some thing "This is a serious thing," said Glover. ''If true," said Buffalo Bill "You think it isn't true?" Buffalo Bill was looking at the gruesome object. "I think," he said slowly, "this ear never came from the head of a live man." "No?" Tears leaped to the eyes of Littl e Cayuse "Pawnee Bill dead, mebbeso ?" The baron, who had been at the stables, attending to the wants of his beloved :roofer, came into view. When he saw the ear his German blue eyes bulged. "Vot iss? In der name oaf-" He stopped, gasping. "We'd better go into your office, major," said the scout, "while we talk this over." He had seen some of the lnclian police casting scared glances at the blackened object he held up. Gravely he carried it into the office of Major Glover, follqwed by his friends. Wonderingly and quietly they entered, and saw the scout lay the paper on the table, and on top of it the discolored ear All except Buffalo Bill seemed stupefied with horror as they sat clown. "Now, we'll hear Little Cayuse's story," said the scout; "but before he begins it I want to say that I do not be lieve this ear came from the head of Pawnee Bill." "Thank Heaven for that opinion !" cried the agent. "It seems to me it is too small and too crumpled." "We'll hope you are right," said Glover, staring fascinated at it. "But such a--Well, it might shrink, you know, and become slightly twisted out of shape, as that seems to be. Still--" He could not find words. Buffalo Bill motioned Little Cayuse fo an empty chair at the opposite side of the table. "Vv e'll hear about this," he commanded. "'Where d i d you get it?" "Me watch um hill," said Little Cayuse "'Nother hill close by. Arrow come over; fall by me. Then me see, but me no sabe." "Did you see who shot it? It is a Sioux arrow." "White man," said Little Cayuse. "Me hear um ride off; then git round hiU and see. White man ride fast/' "You didn't see his face?" "Very far off." "The11 it shows, what we knew, of course, that a white man sent it; and bears out the statements of that letter." "Ther thing ter do," said Nomad savagely, "is jest to natcherly wipe out that crowd. Gimme my way, an' thar wouldn't be a grease spot left of 'em." "This makes me feel the same," the scout admitted ; "but until we know just who the followers of Bill Fisher are, we'd be hampered in trying that, to say nothing of the fact that we don't want to begiri the killing business." "Waugh! Not after thet?" "I think," said the scout to Glover, "as I said, that ea: was cut from the head of a dead man. And the dead


16 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. man wa s not Pawnee Bill. Fisher's friends have set in to run that on u s a s a bluff, hoping we 'll free Fis her. "But it prove s anyway ," s aid the ag e nt, "that the devil s have got Pawnee Bill. "I'm afraid so; ye s it looks it. His di s gui s e didn't protect him. Or--" "Well?" W e ca ptured a white man who had been playing In' clian p o lice and we heard s ome one ride away. P robably that wa s another white man w ho h a d been in that gam e and by li s tening h e may hav e g o t th e in fo rmati o n that Pawnee B ill meant to di s gui s e him s elf and vi s it the camp o f the b oo mers. If so, of c ourse, Pawnee Bill s dis gui s e vtas u seless ; he wa s s pott e d when he came into the camp." "Der kve s tion I am a s king mein s elluf," s aid the baron, whos e blue eye s s till stared, "oo f dhey haf cabtured him, vill cley p e lik e l y t o kill him or o ddervi s e ? ''No o n e can an s w e r th at?" ' Unt al so o, v oulcln' t ic;lt p e d e r bardt oof vi s dom to l eclt clo t ras cal v o t yQu h a f t oo k e d py der chail go avay kvick ? "I do n t l i k e t o comp romi se with s u c h cattle," s aid G l ove r s l owly, but I s upp ose that i s wh at we s hall hav e to d o The n ews o f F i s h e r 's rel eas e w o uld s pread rapidly, and his friend s would alm os t immediately hear of it. And then--" C o uld ye trus t 'em?" howled Nomad. "}{en what will m a ke threa t s lik e that, !!Ile! lie like thet, couldn't be ex pec ted to ke e p their word. "I'm a fraid that i s true, t oo," said Glover dejectedly. "Unt an od d e r t ing i ss clearer a s daylighdts ," added the baron. "Idt i ss dot v o t ve do i s s common broberty mit dhe m oudtlaw s. Oddervi se, how dit1 dhis arrow s h oo d e r know vare i ss Liddl e Ca y u s e py der hillt o p on yed t alreadty? V hen ve t'ink ve ar-re vatching dhem, dh )\ e are yidt more clo s ely vatching us Dhey haf s chmug gle<11 vhite men in here a s der Inchun bolice, unt odder t'ing s So-o--" He w av ed hi s fat hand s "But a ire w e g o in t e r lay down an' let em set on us?" said No m ad, ba nging hi s horny fis t again s t the table. Y o u betcher not! ''Oft e n we have to do thing s which we di s like to do," s aid G lover. Buffalo B ill, s taring a t the s evered ear, had been doing s o m e quick thinking. ''Of c ours e ," he s aid v oicing something of hi s thought, if we gue ss, and go by that, we may blunder. Still, I have on e thing t o guide me-and that is my knowledge of my pard, Pawnee Bill. In the first place, while he n o d o ubt a pri s oner I don't believe he is dead, or that h e has been injured Fis her's friend s know too well what w o uld be the puni s hment for a thing of that kind, and they d not take the risk. And if Pawnee Bill is living, even though held by them, he would have certain wi s hes, by which we ought to be guided. " T o arrive at them, though s aid Glover, "would be diffi c ult." I think I have done s o Pawnee Bill i s a brave man a nd a dire ct man. He i s a s much inter es ted in laying 1 hose r ascals b y th e heel s a s any one of us can be; he ha s it by the ri s k s he ha s taken. And ev e n though it i m p e riled his very life he would want us to go right on ;vith our plans. For one thing, we can be sure that Pawnee Bill no matter what his situation, would be ut terly oppo s ed to turning Bill Fisher out of that jail. ' 'Right ye aire, Buffler I Nomad ex ploded. "Der s am e here also-o," agreed the baron. "Paw n e e Bill heap brave," s aid the Piute, his black e yes s hining. Pawnee Bill said the scout, "would rather die, like the hero he is, than to be beaten in this thing, or to have us fail through any failure of his." Right ye aire, Buffler; thet's Pawnee Bill's size to a gnat' s heel; you couldn t git him down finer." "That being so," refllarked G lover, "the plan ought to b e pu s hed ; I s uppo s e that i s what you mean. But I admit I am s talled." "Of cour s e," said the scout, "Fisher's men are not holding Pawnee Bill in that boomer camp. Though they s e e m t o h a ve g o t temporary control of matters there, th e y have d o ne s o by p os.ing a s hone s t men, n o t as the vill a in s they are. So we may be sure that the honest boomers kn o w n o thing about thi s ." Ab e r dot i ss s o, ve can pudt dhem vi s e," urged the baron. Yes, for one thing, we mus t do that; the honest boomers mu s t be informed about the kind of men they ha ve b e en harb o ring and following This letter will do that trick all right. They'll not want anything more to do with Fisher. The only trouble about that," he added "is that probably they do not know themselves who are the scoundrel s am o ng them there; but they ought to be able to locate some of them. All they'd have to do would be to pick out men who have been closest to Fisher." "But thet ain t re s kyin' Pawnee, grumbled Nomad. "If not held in the camp, he i s held elsewhere." "Ef fer s hore thet ain t hi s y e ar, an' he ain t dead!" "If held elsew here the scout went on we're mighty poor s tuff a s trailer s if we can t locate him." Right y e aire ag in ," N omad agreed And, the scout add e d grimly having located him, ahd them we ll know how t o act." "Er-waugh Right y e aire, B uffler. Jes t give me and ther Piute ther word ter b e rgin work, an' y o u ll s ee u s s cratchin gravel gittin away frum this agency quick." Also-o," s aid the baron, but with the utmos t calm. nes s I am g o ing alongk. I am li s tening to der call s oof excidemendt alreadty ye

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. I Men looked at each other, but for a moment there was no response Then a bearded boomer, who had the appearance of an honest man, stepped forward. "Bill Fisher has been with us a good deal," he said, "a11d until lately I reckon he had a lot of friends 'mongst us; but it's now reported he has been playin' double, and is in jail." "So he has no friends here now, I am to understand?" The boomer looked round. Off at a little distance three men sat, who nacl been giving close attention. But they did not speak up. One of them drew out his knife and began to whittle, as if the matter did not concern him. But the scout believed these were close friends of Fisher, and he noted their ap pearance. "Nobody seems to be speakin' up fer Fisher," said the boomer. \\Then the scout produced the Sioux arrow and then the letter, the three men got up and sauntered over. Other men had arrived, and the camp occupants began to drift toward the horsemen. Buffalo Bill waited until the men were close about him; then he held 1.1p, one after the other, the arrow, the letter, and the severed human ear. On beholding the ear the men gaped and stared. "I want to read to you this letter," said the scout, "and then I shall ask again if 'Bill Fisher's friends,' or any of them, are here." In a voice that could be heard through crowd he read the grim demand of "Bill Fisher's friends." "Bill Fisher,'' he added, as he folded up the letter, "was called the king of the boomers "Not lately," objected the boomer who had spoken. "Not sense we had begun to find him out." "And," the scout went on, unheeding, "he is supposed still to have a number of friends in this camp. I'd like to see their faces." He looked straight at the three men mentioned, but no one spoke. "He seems to have no friends here, then?" "He had heaps of 'em no longer than a clay er two ago," declared old Nomad belligerently. "Perhaps if he has no friends here," said the scout, "the friends he once had here may have friends. So I'll pass this word to them, and l ikely they will pass it on to 'Bill Fisher's friends.' "Bill Fisher is in jail, and he will stay there for a while, and if certain things believed of him can be proved he will hang. That's one thing for his friends to know. Another is, that if Pawnee Bill is killed, as this letter threatens, every man that had a hand in it will be hunted down by me and my pards, if we have to give up the remainder of our lives to the work." ( "Er-waugh !" Nomad yelped. "Right ye aire, Buffler !" "Yaw," seconded the baron ; "you may ped t me clot iss der troot.'' "I want the friends of 'Bill Fisher's friends' to get that to them hotfooted, for we mean it. If a hair of Pawnee Bill's head is so much as harmed, the man that does it will die!" "Erwaugh "Now, we intend to trail these devils down,'' said the scout. "There will be no let-up.'' He looked round, his eyes flashing, and again they swept with hot glances the three men he had spotted. "What about that ear," a boomer asked. "It seems he's already been hurt." "That is not his ; we feel sure he is living, and the letter says that; moreover, that ear was cut from a dead man's head." He looked round again. / "Has any one here knowledge of a man having been killed, or of a man dying?" "VI e ain't," said the boomer. "Some one of 'Bill Fisher's friends' has gone that is our guess,'' said the "and that gave the others a chance to lift an ear, and send it to us with that threat.'' He addressed the elderly man who stood before him. "This boomer business is likely to get all of you into trouble," he warned. "This reservation will never be opened in answer to such high-handed and cutthroat methods as have been adopted. Remember that. So I want to say to all honest men who now hear me, that they are simply wasting their time here; besides, they are serving as a recruiting station for scamps and scotm drels, men of the Bill Fisher type. Take my advice, and get out of here before men of that type involve you in a lot of trouble with the United States Government and the Indian department.'' But there was still no answer. "Now we are going to take the trail, at the point where I this message was shot to the Piute; send word of it to 'Bill Fisher's friends.' And when we get to the end of that trail, tell them we will find them there, and that there will be something interesting doing." "Whoob !" bellowed the German, growing excited at "Waal, thar will," echoed Nomad. Little Cayuse sat on Navi, his face impassive. What thoughts lay behind his glowing black eyes were unreadable. Buffalo Bill turned his horse about, and rode out of the boomer camp, his followers at his heels. A minute later they had headed back toward the reser vation Little Cayuse, guiding the party to the hills, where he had received so strangely that singular message, pointed to the hill he had occupied, then to the one from which the arrow had flown to him. "Up he said laconically. "And out from the base of that hill,'' said the scout, "you saw the white man riding.&" "All same true, Pa-e-has-ka.'' Then we begin our work right there ." Though the trail was not of the best, and several hours had passed, Buffalo Bill and his trailers found small dif ficulty in picking it up. Of course, they were aided in this by Little Cayuse's memory of where it was to be found. The trail was not difficult to follow while it clung to the level grnund of the reservation, notwithstanding the horseman had taken pains to make it so. He had ridden in circles, which he bisected, and had shot off in acute angles. It seemed at first that he had ridden oward the boomer camp, but after a while his eccentric trail headed toward the west. \ Yet he had continued his antics of queer riding, to baffle a possible pursuit. Having men of the Buffalo Bill stamp to deal with,


18 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. this availed him not at all, until he e nt e red the Bad Land s There, on ro c ky ground, th e trail w a s los t ; not be cacse the horseman had been clever, but s imply because the rock s of a ftintlike character in that s pot, held no record of hoofmark s crossing it. But even this did not di s hearten the trailers, or cause them to doubt that they could follow him to his lair. It was clear now that he was seeking refuge in the tangled rock wilderne s s of the Bad Land s And that indicated that Bill Fi s her's friends" were in there, and he meant to join them. It quickened the heartbeat s of the s cout and tho s e with him, to refl e ct that they wer e probably nearmg the place where Pawnee Bill wa s held as a pri soner-if he still lived. That last thought filled their minds with the sad pos sibility-:-that he might be dead ; b9t they put it from them Yet now and then in their talk it cropped oiit. Buffalo Bill divid e d hi s force to cover the surrounding region more completely and s pe e dily Rocky ground cain't la s t f e r e ver, s aid Nomad, to the baron, who wa s his compani on; "so, t'other s ide o' et, ye re b o und t o find s oil er s and Et's a w o rkin' princerple thet ain't n e ver failed me in all th e r y 'ars I ha s been along ther border. Nomad had left hi s hor se, Hide-rack, and the barQU had left his mule Toof er, in a d e ep gully s afel y hidden fro m s ight of any one passing near them I haf nodt der nos e oof a hoondting dog, the baron confessed, "unt I haf nodt got der s hape s ." Ye d have a better figger baron if y e didn t s waller so much bad beer ." "No peer iss badt. Some i ss better as der odders; dot iss all der difference. Idt i s s der alkali va sser vot make m e s vell oo p like I am s ome ball o on s Yah, dot iss idt. V ot you s e e n heh? "Jes t a b ar track; but fu s t off I thought et war human." The baron glanced round I am hobing he aindt s een me. No; vot I mean i ss, I am hobing dot ve tond t s e e n hi!J1. V hich vay dit he vendted ?" "Off thar. I r e ckon you'd better look out for him; as he might take ye fer a bol ogna s au s age. They did not s ee th e b e ar ; but a s they went on they again saw h oo fmark s in the s and beyond. But the s e th e y los t again. For an hour or mor e they wandered abotit, not able again to pick them up From th e top s of hill s and s andstone butte s they sur veyed the land s cape o 'er. Yet all their effort s w ere fruit less A s the day wa s now passing, they returned slowly by the route they had com e Nomacl 's keen eyes still seeking "s ign." When th e y reached the rend e zvou s Buffalo Bill and Little Ca y u se had n o t com e in. The n, a s they rode up to it having again g o t their mount s their eyes fell on a thing w hich brought a bell o w fro m No mad that wa s like the roar of an angry bull. Pinn e d with a nail again s t a tree wa s another human ear, a nd b e l ow it a paper wa s ta c ked Waugh! th e o ld trapper y elped, leaping down fro m Hide-rack. Lo o ky h y ar, baron, will y er. The baron's eyes were popping. I am l o oking," he said, s tiffening in hi s s addle. N omad s quinted at the writing on the tree. 1 Another'n'," he bellowed; another letter, what s a ys that thi s is the second year of Pawnee Bill, and thet. one o' his fingers will be comin' next. Waugh The baron glanced round in a s cared way. "Who did idt ?" he squealed. "Ask easy ones, Nomad snarled. "I didn't see em. But he began to glance the ground over. "All rock," he grumbled, "what wouldn't leave the hoo mark s of a eliphunt." "Better ve leave dose opject s dill Puffalo Bill he s een idt," said the baron ''I am thinking so. Budt, yimin y Ghristma s der gall of idt He iss came here vhile ve ar-re honndting vor Lim, unt done idt ag'in Budt oof--" "If what?" Off der fair s t vos nodt pelong to Pawnee Bill d e r second likevise idt vos a "That year ain't no fake " Ach Himmel. No. Idt vo s truly." 1'Ther thing we ort ter done an w a s fo o l s f e r n ot, i s thet we ort t e r camped down hyar in hidin ; and then we c d er s een ther devil what d o ne e t and c a p t e r ed him. "Der pehints ighdtne ss oo.f y our vi s dom i ss no g oo t now, Nomat. Ve ditn't. " An' idjit s we air thet we didn't." He held up hi s hand. Lissen. Some un's comin'." "Der s cout unt Liddle Cayu s e." Buffalo Bill came in s ight in a mom e nt, clatt e ring over the rock s _; N omad yelped like a trapped wolf. S e e h yar," he roar ed; ho w many dead m e n they've g o t t o c ut y ear s fro m I dunn o ; but hy a r 's ther seco n d one, tagged up on thi s tree while w e wa r s l oshin' round lo o kin' fer thet pizen critter 's trail. Buffalo Bill galloped up and in s p e cted thi s s econ d g rue s ome find. CHAPTER XI. THE BEAR THAT W A LKED O N I T S H I ND L EGS Tearing a page from hi s notebook, Buffal o B ill wrote s ome words on it with a pencil, and s tuck it up b e n eath the outlaws' warning: TAKE NOTICE! FOR E V E RY SING L E I N J U R Y T O PAWNEE BILL I STJ.\LL E XAC T T WOFOLD VENGEANCE. T H I S I S F AIR WARNING BUFFA L O BILL.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "What does yer o' thet year?" Nomad demanded. "It's the mate of the other one, and cut from the head of a dead man." "Not Major Lillie's?" "Certainly not." "But them scalawags has got him." "As we're not sure of it, I'm hoping not. Yet," he added, "it certainly looks bad; he has sent us no word, and we got the first of these things soon after he ventured into the boomer camp." Then he asked Nom:ad what he and the baron had ac complished. "Nuthin'," Nomad admitted. "The Piute will be here in a little while," said the scout; "then I am going to send him out with you and the baron, while I scout off toward the Indian encampment." "Of course ye ain't thinkin' thet these hyar skunks we been follerin' is mebbyso truly Injuns, an' has made a step sideways and gone thar ?" "It is too plain that we have been following white men." Little Cayuse came in sight at a jog trot, and soon joined them. At t)1e ear pinned to the tree he looked du biously. Then he glanced at the scout. "That's just anol:her effort to scare us," the scout tilld him. "I waht you to go now with Nomad and the baron. See if you can't pick up this man's trail right here, and then hang to it." "K'rect. Little Cayuse, hyar's work fer ye. Them Injun eyes o' your'n air plum younger'n mine. Tber man what left his visitin' kyard on this tree didn't fly clown hyar, an' he didn't fly none in gittin' away. o hyar's fer trackin' him." with a few exceptions, there was nothing that old liked so well as trailing, whether he followed man or beast. That was because his skill was so unquestioned. He had learned of the Indians, and at his own game he could beat an Indian to a frazzle. Still, he had a high conception of the ability of Little Cayus _e, and was always pleased to have the young Piute's assistance. hough the day was drawing toward a close, he re turned to the work, with Little Cayuse and the halon. The baron was "no hoondting dog," as he often averred; but he had a knack of tumbling into results sometimes that seemed strange, and made him invahable. Taking up the trail where they had last seen it, they circled the hill again, then went on some distance in a manner that was going it blind. Then the baron came to bear tracks, like those already noticed. Schnitzenhauser had no love for bears. He had once been mauled by a grizzly, and he preferred to give old bruin a wide berth. But as he stood looking at these tracks he noted a peculiar thing. "Py shinks," he muttered, "dhis pear he valks only his hindt feedt upon. Dot iss kveer." He went on, inspecting the tracks, his hand on his re volver, ready for action if he came suddenly face to face with the bear. "He iss dot sinkular pitzness oof valking mit only his hindt feedt. Maype he haf somedimes got hitn selluf indo a trap, unt hadt his frondt feedt chopped off mit idt. Yaw." He looked round warily; for the bear, whose embraces he didn't intend to fall int6 if he could help it; then, see ing nothing, he stooped and examined the tracks more critically. Finally he called to Nomad, who was not distant. "Yoost you yoomp ofer here unt take me some looks," he advised. "Here iss a bear feedt--" "Struck a barefooted Inchun trail, heh?" questioned Nomad excitedly. "I saidt a bear feedt. Iss dot nodt easy to standt under ?" "Oh, bear tracks!" cried Nomad, as he arrived and squinted d'.:'wn at them. "You had me thet het up-., "Ar-re you nodicing somet'ings sinkular mit close tracks? He iss valking py his hinclt feeclt." Nomad let his keen old eyes run along, searching each imprint. "Yer right," he said; "yit of etself thet ain't nowise sin gular. Ter me ther singular ttiing, an' I'm kickin' my self fer not secin' et before-fer this is tracks o' th et same b'ar-ter me ther singular thing is thet hyar b'ar is s teppin' pigeontoecl." The baron stared owlishly. "Vhich der meanness oqf cler same iss-" "Ye numbskull, what is et thet walks pigeontoed ?" "Pitcheons." "And Injuns !" "Himmelblitzen !" I' "Makin' a long-range rope-throw of a guess," said Nomad, "I'm opinin' thet this hyar b'ar what walks on ets hind feet is an Injun, who is w'arin' b'ar's-foot moc casins fer ther purpose of disguise. I has seen thet trick more'n onct oy an Injun, an' et's a cute un. Now, ther question is, what is ther logic?" "Vhy iss he?" "K'rect. he playin' thet 1Jick." "To make a foolishness mit somepody, to pe sure." '"K'rect ergin. yer intellex is improvin' con tinyool; bimeby ye'll be er wise man, ef ye keeps et up. Who would he want ter be foolin' ?"


20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The baron removed his fore-and-aft cap and deliber ately scratched his head. "Ach I am hafing idt. Der oudtlaws." "Go up ahead; you've hit et. And now 1 ye see, ef we can jest hang to this b'ar-foot trail, we're in ther way o' havin' things made easy fer us; mebbyso, anyhow. Fer I'm figgerin' thet this b'ar-footed Injun is knowin' whar them pesky critters air, an' is makin' a sneak ter git dost onter them, fer some purpose. He's playin' b'ar, so's ef hey sh'd happen ter see his tracks, they wouldn't be wise ter him." "I pedt you he iss a schmardt vun." "He is." Nomad stood up and gave a low whistle, which soon brought into view Little Cayuse. Pointing to the tracks, he said : "Take er look at them things. They're Injun. And now le's us see ef we're smart ernough ter keep 'em from slidin' away right under our eyes." It was an exciting bit of trailing after that. They hung to the tracks like a hungry dog to a bone. Whenever for a few yards they missed them, they circled and beat the ground over, and located them beyond, where there was sand or soft soil. For more than a mile they kept this up, being greatly aided by the fact that the Indian was not trying hard to conceal his trail, as he felt that even if seen, it would be taken for the thing it so looked to be. Twilight had fallen when they came in sight of the "bear." They had trailed the Indian to the top of a windy ridge, where the incessant breeze had gnawed away sand and soil until the rock was as bare as the bleached bones of a skeleton. There the Indian was stretched out, flat on his stomach, with his head uplifted as he peered over into the hollow beyond. The heavy moccasins whose soles were made of the hind feet of a bear protruded s<;> that the trailers behind him saw them clearly. Nomad and Little Cayuse sank silently to the ground as soon as they saw him. "Down!" Nomad whispered to the baron. He came down with a rumble that caused the Indian to start and look round. But when he saw nothing, he probably thought the sound had been made by a rubbing tree bough, and again looked over into the hollow. The twilight deepened quickly, so that in a ijhort time the form of the redskin was but a black blur on top of the crest of the ridge. Nomad began to crawl toward him, after whispering to Little Cayuse: "I know now who thet red is-he's ther Sioux chief what they calls Pine Knot, ther one thet Buffier saved from bein' rid down by Bill Fisher. You recklect thet? Waal, hyar goes ter find out what he's bent on." But apparently the keen ears of the chief heard No mad's quiet advance; for when, in the thickening gloom, the borderman reached the spot where the chief had been seen, it was deserted. Nomad looked round, breathing heavily from his tire some and slow climb. "Waugh!" he grunted. "Ther red war too slick fer me. I wonder whe.r he went!" But the swiftly deepening darkness gave him no answer. When sure that the redskin had made good his slip pery escape, Nomad uttered a low whistling note which had a booming undertone like that made by the wings of the nighthawk. In response, Little Cayuse and the baron made their appearance. "He got erway," said Nomad; "I reckon I'm gittin' old an' keerless. But I want yer to looky thar." Down in the hollow gleamed a far-distant light. "What does yer make o' thet ?" "Camp fire," whispered Little Cayuse, thrilled by the sight. "Der oudtlaws iss pefore us," the baron gqrgled, in ex citement. "Mebbeso; one of 'em is, anyhow, is my guess. You jest watch et." The camp fire winked out. "Now, jest watch et." It winked into existence again. "Et's done thet half a times," said Nomad; "winkin' in an' winkin' out, jest like the lantern in a light house. Some one down thar is signalin' to some one somewhar else." "Ach Idt iss so," the baron breathed; "now idt i ss doing idt some more dimes ag'in." "Jest so. I dunno whar thet redskin slipped dff to an thar ain't no use huntin' fer him when the night i s a s thick as this un is goin' ter be. So I'm rekwe s tin' y o u two ter lay still hyar an' keep a watch on thet light, while I goes down thar an' investergates." Nomad was gone an hour. When he came back he was disgu s ted. "The1-light went out, didn't et?" he demanded. "Yaw," the baron admitted. "And so I couldn't find et; couldn't find nothin' but dar ness, an' then some blackness, an' then some m o re. Et war wuss'n tryin' ter find er dozen black cats at mid night." He lay looking into the hollow, puzzling as tb his cour s e of action. "I reckon," he said finally, "thet we'd better back track an' give this news ter Buffler. One o' Bill Fi_ her' s men war signalin'. An' th er redskin had hi111 spotted, er had


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES . 21 their camp spotted; mebbyso both Waugh! Hyar we goes back ter fluffier." He began to slide down the hill. CHAPTER XII. SIOUX GRANDILOQUENCE. At early daybreak Pine Knot, the Sioux chief, shuffled up to the tree where tbe outlaw messenger had left his gruesome token and his letter, and to which later Buffalo Bill had affixed his defiant note in answer. Buffalo Bill was standing by the tree, and had seen the redskin even before the latter came out into the open. Likewise, the scout was prepared, in case Pine Knot showed a treacherous disposition Nomad, the Piute, and the baron had not arrived, their delay having been caused by the darkness that had stopped their efforts at progress. As for Buffalo Bill himself, he had spent the night not far from the tree, but in hiding, so that he could spot the outlaw messenger if he came again. But the night had passed without noteworthy incident. "How!" said Pine Knot, as he came up to the scout. He had discarded his "bear-foot" moccasins for those of ordinary make. "How!" the scout responded, in tones that indicated friendliness. Extending his salutation, he couched it in Sioux, and a s sured Pine Knot that he was very welcome "The white scout is glad to behold his red brother," he declared. "If Pine Knot has words of wisdom for his ears, let him speak, and they will be heard." A smile of appreciation spread over the face of the chief. This was meeting him on his own ground, ar)d he liked it. Also, it called for something more formal than he had intended. An Indian is always ready for a gabfest, and if he can fringe it with ceremonial im portance, so much the better. Giving his blanket a flirt, Pine Knot produced his long stemmed pipe. "The great Pa-e-has-ka is kind," he said. "Pine Knot would talk with him." Thereupon, he squatted down in In' dian fashion, a swing of his brown hand indicating that he desired the scout to do the same. Buffalo Bill accepted the invitation. Digging out his tobacco pouch, a wonderful thing of deerskin and dyed porcupine quills, Pine Knot took out tobacco, and began to crumble it in his palms. The scout sat watching him in imperturbable silence. Oki Pine Knot had matches-they had come into com mon use among the Indians; but a grave talk could not be begun by1 lighting a peace pipe with the white man's fire bringers; that would have approached sacrilege. So he dug out his old-time flint and steel, with a bit of punky wood that was as dry as powder and almost as inflammable. He crumbled the punk, then began to strike into it sparks from the flint, hacking it with the steel until a shower of sparks seemed to run down into the wood dust. The punk smoked, then glowed; and, putting his lips to it, with his hands cupped to guard the burning dust, Pine Knot coaxed the feeble fire with his breath. The smoky glow became a leaping flame; to which he added bits of flax string, and puffed and blew again with his lips Soon the flax was flaming, and with this strip of burning Rax he lighted the tobacco he had thumbed the bowl of his tasseled and ornamented pipe. After sucking at the pipe until it was going well, he solemnly blew rings to the four po i nts of the compass. Then, with a solemn clucking grunt, he handed the pipe to the scout. Buffalo Bill would have preferred another pipe, but he made no sign; and, after a pull which he exhaled slowly and with apparently deep enjoyment, he passed back the pipe. Three times this was done ; after which the noble red skin was ready to talk. "The great scout is the friend of Pine Knot," he said "When the evil white man came at him to ride him clown, Pa-e-has-ka's rope sprang at the white man's throat with the speed of a spirit serpent, and the white man fell from his horse." He clucked solemnly over that pleasant memory. "Pa-e-has-ka is a friend of the Sioux?" "The Sioux are a noble race," said the scout; "all <{ther Indians squaws beside them." "The white men are kings of the earth, and Pa-e-has-ka is the king of white men." It was a duel of compliments, and according to the highest forms of Indian etiquette; they fairly larded each other with terms of honor. "But as there are snakes that hide in sweetest grass," said Pine Knot, "so among the best of men are those who seek evil." "My red brother speaks only the truth," Buffalo Bill gravely admitted. "And as there are harmless serpents that resemble poi sonous ones, so there are poisonous ones that at times makes themselves resemble the harmless ones," was the chief's cryptic utterance. "It is very true, my brother," Buffalo Bill agreed. "Has my brother seen the poisonous snakes that have taken on the likeness of those who are not?" asked Pine Knot. "Pa-e-has-ka is seeking them, but he has not found theyn."


22 THE BUFF AL O BILL STORIES. P i ne K n ot with his own eyes has see n them. "My b rother s eyes are like the eyes of the eag l e w h en he is skimming th e s kies of blue ," said the scout. Pine Knot approved with a gutteral gurgle. Then he flirted a glance at the b l ackened ear nailed to the tree near him. up to this time, though he had s e en it a t the first g l ance, he had given no indication of the fact. "Th e ear that hear s no l o ng e r whence ha s it come? h e asked. "The poisonou s rattl e s nake s that pretend to be harm l ess sen t i t wi t h the speaking leaf that is now be s ide it; th ey claimed they had bitten it from the head of the great scout k n own among white men as Pawnee Bill, but that i s a l ie. If my brother will look, he can s ee that it was I cut from the head of a dead man?" I "Ug h g runted Pine Knot staring at the ear "My brother, s aid the s cout, "has se en the poisonous rattlesnakes in their burrow?" "Pine Knot ha s s e e n th e m ," s aid th e chief gravely. "My brother can t ell me, .... th e n, if the y h a v e a s a pri s o ner t he great whit e s cout Bill." This wa s mix ing metaphor s in a mann e r to s et a g rammarian crazy, but that fact did not trouble the Indian chief. "They have a white prisoner." "You have seen him?" T he chief inclined his feathered h e ad with a grave motion "What els e did the eagle eye s of m y fri e nd, Pine 1 Knot, beho ld?" The white pri s oner wa s bound in th eir mid s t." "Is the burro w of the s nak es far from h e r e ? th e s cout asked. "It is s o near that Pin e Knot, when he b e h e ld hi s white brother here by the tree, w as o n his w ay to bring his brave s that th e s nakes might be s tamped by th e m into the earth." "You will lead your braves a gain s t th e m ?" A g ain the chief inclined hi s h e ad. I "W will stamp them with our m o cca s in he e l s so th a t even their burrow cannot be s e e n l a t e r ," he declared, w i t h a sudden fiery i;Ias h o f hi s black e yes. Buffalo Bill had no great desire to protect the villain o u s white men from the v e ngeance of the Sioux They h ad marked themselve s a s Indian s and c o mmitt e d crimes which they hoped would be laid at th e d oo r o f the Indians. They had s tirred up trouble alo ng th e reserva tion border. They had d o ne eve r yt hing the y could to irrit ate the Sioux and drive them int o a r ebelli o n ag ains t th e a g ency authoriti es s o that a n e xc use might b e found for removing the In d ian s to som e othe r se cti o n a nd gi v ing this rich soil o ver to the hungry of Wes t ern lan d seekers Still, the s cout did not want that .attack made; and it was mainly for the r easo n that it would inevitably endanger th e lif e of Pawnee B ill. So he whil e s eeming to digest the s tatement s of the chief, wa s ca s ting about for mean s t o pre v e nt the attac k. "It will not be wise'for m y brother to do that, h e s aid at l ast. "My broth e r kn ows the evil s pirit that i s in th e white men who are cr ow ding th e border s of the S weet water Re s ervation E v en though the s e burro w ing w hit e men are s nakes, not all w hite m e n kno w it, o r c o uld b e made to believe it; and W hen th e brave s of my red broth e r trample th e m into the earth, th e new s of it w ill fly on the wing s o f the wind to the camp of the white m e n my brother ha s no doubt s een ; and th e r e tro uble wih be bred 1 and out of it will com e a whirl w ind s t orm of bla c k gun powder which may s c o rch and with e r m y red brother an d his brav e war r ior s I s it not well to think of these th i ng s ? The chief s cowl ed; h e did n o t like thi s s o well a s h e had lik e d the sco ut' s h o n eye d words of flatt e r y. "Then m y brother wo uld pro t e ct the s nak es that c ra w l in the night and bite the heel s of his fri e nds, the S i o ux?" "No; "but I w ould\ h a v e m y r e d brothe r de lay thi s Will he n o t d e la y it until t o mor ro w ? In the meanti me Pa-e-ha s -ka will c ree p t o the p o int w hich Pine K no t will indicate, and look into the burrow of the s nak es A f t e r that he will have another s moke talk w ith him, befor e my red br o ther s trike s." The chief frown e d again. "Why d oes Pa-e-ha sk a a s k that? " I will s peak to my r e d b ro th e r w ith a st raight tong ue. He ha s seen th e whit e man h e ld b y th o s e burrowin g s n a ke s That w hit e man i s th e grea t scout, Pawn ee Bi ll. If m y r e d bro ther s t r ikes n ow, w hil e h e i s hel d t here, a s h e grind s th e s nakes int o th e ea rth m y w hit e b roth e r will be gro un d int o th e earth w ith th em." "Ugh!" th e c hi e f grunte d r eflecti ve l y S o I a s k m y reel brot h e r t o d e l ay The n I w ill crawl to th e pl ace w h e re h e s h a ll po int out t o me th e b urrow And P a -e-h as -ka w ill try t o g e t his w h ite bro ther out o f th e burro w b efo re it i s trodd e n clow n b y th e brave s of Pine Kno t ." "Ugh!" The blac k eyes fixe d o n th e face o f th e sco.ut g lowed thoughtfully. "As proof th a t I am th e fri e nd and w ell-w i s her o f Pine Knot, I spea k again of th e l eade r of t h o s e s n a k es th e w hit e m a n w h o t r i ed to ri de m y reel bro t h e r d ow n I ca ught h im fro m hi s s add l e a n d t ying h im, I to o k him away It m a y plea s e my r ed b r o th e r t o r eflect that h e i s n o w in th e wh ite m a n s j ai l, a nd ca nn o t g e t o ut. "Pine Kn o t thank s P a-eh a s -k a " An d h e w ill do w h a t Pa-eh a s k a w i s h es?" The chief s till c o n s ider e d


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "It is well," he grunted; "Pine Knot will do as he wishes. He will go his way now, trusting his white brother, the great Pa-e-has-ka. But when the sun walks the sky again, then he and his braves will strike. If Pa-e-has-ka would save his white brother let him move quickly." He got up gravely, hid the pipe in his blanket, which he draped about his shoulders as only an Indian can drape a blanket, then with solemn tread he stalked away and disappeared amid the rocks. CHAPTER XIII. AT CLOSE QUARTERS. The Sioux chief had departed without telling the scout where the rascally outlaw leaders of the land boomers had their hiding place in the hills. But he had seen that Pine Knot was not then ready to impart this, and he knew, understanding the Indian character so well, that it was best not to press him. Besides, having knowledge of the location of the Indian encampment in the Bad Lands, he was sure that by go ing there he could at any time locate Pine Knot, if he so desired. Hardly was the Indian chief out of sight when Nomad broke cover in the opposite direction, and came up at a fast walk, followed by the baron and Little Cayuse, Nomad's homely, bearded face showed unusual animation; so, before he reached the tree, Buffalo Bill knew the old borderman had news he considered important. "More year messages?" Nomad asked, glancing at the tree. "Nothing more," said the scout. "I have been having a talk with old Pine Knot. And since then I have been waiting ltere for you." "I pine not ter see him," Nomad cackled ; "fer he is a crazy red." "Perhaps you have done as well as lie has-I hope so. He ha s located 'Bill Fisher's friends.'" "vVaal, we located him-after trailin' his b'ar-foot moccasins; an' then we seen a light dowrt in ther holler beyond ther hill, which et war winkin' messages; so we ca l late, while we didn't edzackly locate them catermounts, we grazed clost erround.'' "Pine Knot calls them snakes." er snakes, et's all ther same; they're a pizen lot.'' "Old Pine Knot intends to strike their camp to-morrow wit h his warriors. He meant to turn the trick to-day, but as I feared for the life of Pawnee Bill, I got him to post-pone it until to-morrow.'' I "Er-waugh Then Pawnee is thar ?" "They are holding a white prisoner, the chief told me.'' "So-o dot makes idt sure he iss nodt deadt yedt already," said the baron. "I am hobing so." "I have felt sure of that from the first." I haf nit. Dose willains vouldt do anyt'ings." "Waal, they didn't fool us with them thar jackass years they sent," said Nomad. "So what's yer plan, Buffier ?" "You followed Pine Knot?" "Ve dit; unt he was a bear s foodt." "Thet is, he 1war w'arin' b'ar's-foot moccasins; so thet he made a track like a b 'ar w alkin' on et's hind laigs. We tracked him ter ther top of a rise, jest afore dark; and thar he lay, with them curious footgear stickin' out behint him, and his head peeked over, lookin' inter ther holler beyond. "I tried ter make a sneak onter him, but I reckon he heard me; anyway, he made a slide, and got erway. Et was growin' so dark I col.lldn't see scurcely." "Und clhen ve seen der lighclt s vot make der vinks go roundt.'' "Thar war a little light shinin' off down in ther holler," Nomad amended, "and some critter clown thar war sig nalin' with et. I allow he held a blanket afore et a while, then jerked et away an' let ther light shine out. How many times he clone et I dunno. Bu t I Went down in search of him, and found jest nothin Ther dark war so thick ye could er cut et with a huntin' knife. "Then we back tracked, ter tell ye erbout et; and got lost in thet thick blackness, an' je s t had ter camp out till ther daylight come.'' "Unt now ve ar-re here ag'in." "If you can strike that place again, it see m s to me we ought to find the ashes of that fire and the trail of one man at least leading away from it, if he i s n t there s till. If he signaled the other men, he probably j o ined them; and we can find them by stickin' to his trail.'' "Et's work thet suits me," said Nomad; an' on ac count o' Pawnee Bill I'm thet anxious t e r bergin et thet et plum takes away my healthy appertite." Nevertheless, Nomad was able t o do full ju s tice to the g oo d breakfa s t which Buffalo Bill insis t ed shou ld be pre pared before they tackled work that might fill up a very day. When they had eaten, the remain s of the meal were cleared away. After that the party went int o hiding amid the rocks, for rest was needed by every one, and it was thought de s irable to keep watch for a time on the tree. Another messenger might come, to see at lea s t if any thing had been left as an answer, and if he came they wanted to see him. They remained in hiding four hours. That gave three hours of sleep and an hour of watchin" for each member of the party.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES Then they stru c k off int o th e hill s ag ain, omad a nd Little Cayuse leading th e w ay Finding the bear track s o nc e m o r e thes e wer e fol lt>wed until some time in the afterno o n, when they sighted the high, wind-swept where Pine Knot had been seen the day before. "Thar she is," said Nomad. "Beyond et ther light war doin' et's highland fling. I reckon thar ain't nobody thar now, though." From the ridge they looked into the distant hollow, which seemed deserted. Bti.t to make sure of that the scout crept down the opposite side of the ridge, and so on int o \he valley. He found the ashes of a little fire, and fo o tprint s leading off from it. Standing on top of a rock, he swung hi s Stet s on to l e t the others know they were to join him. He was still standing on the rock, hat in hand, while the others approached, when a rifle cracked, and the wind of the bullet fanned his bronzed cheek in its passage. The scout went off the rock like a frog diving into a millpond. And his companions dropped flat in the grass. Ker-whang-ng T.be rifle sped a second bullet, which glanced from the top of the rock. On a hillside," in a clump of bushes, the rifle man, as was shown by the drift of blue smoke above it. From his place behind the rock the scout replied spiritedly with his rifle. "Yer got him, I'm hopin'," Nomad snorted from his bed in the grass. Anyway, a great silence came upon the hills. But five minutes later a man popped into view, more than a long rifle shot distant, and ran with goatlike jump s for safety. Buffalo Bill hurried him with another bullet, which spouted a shower of sand in his wake "The same fellow, I reckon," he said. "He's one er them, I guess." "Probably,'' said the scout, "the manfwho was doing the signaling last night. The way he tore along, he left a trail that a blind man could follow, and we'll pick it up soon." But they did not need to go hunting for the "Friends of Bill Fisher," as before long the latter came hunting for the.tn. While still no men were seen, a dropping fire of rifle bullets came down on the little group gathered by the rock, driving them once more into the grass. "Er-waugh !" roared Nomad, swinging over and send ing a return shot. "Take thet, wi my complerment s will ye!" Nomad's "compliments" seemed to have been of a knockout quality, for the firing of the hi d den riflemen 1lackened, and soon ceased. CHAPTER XIV A P U Z Z L ER. Just as night came down, shrouding the hill s f rom w hich the rifl e fire had come, a burning arrow flam ed i nto the air there and with a swift and beautiful curve, \ v hi ch made it a streak of living light again s t the darkness of the s ky, it descended with a hi s s into the ne s t o f r oc k s where Buffalo Bill's little party still crouched. Sticking in the ground at a sharp angle, it flamed lik e a torch, lighting up the rocks and the face s of the c onc e aled men. "Look out,'' Nomad warned; "et's shinin' us up purty 1cl'ar, an' bullets is likely ter come chasin' in hyar after e t." But the expected bullet s not coming, Buffalo Bill crep t o nt, e x tingui s hed the blazing sty.ff near it s tip, and bro ught it back with him safely. "Another mes s age, I think," he s aid. "Proberbly bringin' a finger wi' et thi s time,'' Nom a d guessed. There was a crumpled sheet of paper tied round th e shaft clo s e to the arrow head, the cord used b e ing s inew, after the Indian fashion. Cutting the sinew with his knife, the scout smo o th ed out the paper, then struck a match to read it by. All crowded close round him, under shelter of the roc k and stared at th!=! message. As soon as he saw it, Buffalo Bill blew out a wh is tl e of surprise; then, holding the match light close, he began to read: "This is our third warning. If it i s not heeded, and you are still there when daylight comes, we shall chaTge you and kill every member of y our party. But befoce we do it we shall fir s t kill Pawnee Bill. Don't make t11e mistake of thinking this i s a joke, for we mean it. You have trailed us to this point; but what good will it d o you, as you have now put yourselves in our power? But as we do not want to get into further trouble with Uncl e Sam, ;md so do not want to have to kill you, we a s k you to get out-and get out quick. This is a fair warning, and it is our last. 1 BrLL FISHER'S FRIENDS." The scout still held the flaming match for all to see the me s sage. Then he extinguished it in his hand. "No years er fingers this time," s aid Nomad; "jes t plain threatenin'. But I has lived too many y'ars ter be skeered by owls hootin' in ther dark." "Aber I ai idt iss now too late, heh?" sa id the baron. "Vale, oof I am kilt, I am deadt, ain'clt I, unt I tond't knowed iclt; s o idt vouldn't hurt me!" He qegan to suck at the long steni of his pipe, a s if he had thu s dismissed the matter. "Didn't you n o tice anything about that me ss age? a s k e d the scout.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Et seemed perticklerly well worded, ter come from th e t nest o' ignerant thieves." "You didn t note anything else?" Not bein' thet edjicated my s elf thet et's hurtin' me, I cain't say, Buffier, thet I did, No mad confe s sed. "Well, the surpris ing thing about thi s me ss age i s that it was written by Pawnee Bill." It brought Nomad up from his crouching position with a whoop of amazement. "Say thet erg' in, Buffier," he begged, "fer I reckon I shore didn't ketch .et right." "The message was written by Pawnee Bill." "So-o ?" said the baron, still sucking at his pipe. "There is no doubt about it. I know his handwriting as well as I do my own." "Waal, ef thet--" Nomad floundered, gasping. "Yes, it's a puzzle," Buffalo Bill admitted. "Et plum flabbergasts me, Buffl e r." "Yaw, me, too. I am dot tvi s ted I tond't know oof I am meinselluf or somepody else. Aber he dit it, vot iss d e r meanne s s oof vhich, unt der--" Aw, come off ther dump," Nomad begged. "Let Duff ler figger this hyar out; et will take a head thet's some fit fer tall figgerin', I reckon." Buffalo Bill pondered, and shook his head. "Oof he dit idt," said the baron, idt iss easiness enough." "Then you tell," said Nomad. "\Thy, dhey made him do idt. Oof gourse. Oddervis.e he vouldt nit. Dot i s s s o ea s y.' : Bt.i:ffalo Bill brought up another match, and scratched it. Then, by its light, with his friend s looking over hi s shoulder, he went over the message again carefully. N o t di s covering anything to reward thi s s earch but being confirmed by it in his certainty that the handwrit ing was Pawnee Bill's, he ran the hot blaze of the match under the paper, so that in places it was sr0rched brown. "Sometimes," he said, "hidden writing can be brought out by heat; but there seems to be nothing of the kind here. I hardly thought there would be. It would seem to prove that thert:is no my stery about it, afte r all. And that the baron's gue s s goes straight to the truth. Pawnee Bill wrote it, and they forced him to write it." Yet that hardly accorded with the great scout's idea of Pawnee Bill's character. It was not ea s y to force Major Gordon W. Lillie tc> do a thing he did not want to do. "If that is not the solution, then I give it up." "Waal, what we goin' ter do?" Nomad questioned. "For one thing, Nomad, we will not back track.'' "Et's a fact thet you gin'rally don't, Buffier." "Another thing is, I think I shall try a little investigating." "Go inter thet camp, ye mean?" "Into it, or as near to it as I can get. I was think ing of that before this message came; and now I seem t be driven to it. Pawnee Bill is there-this handwrit ing shows that; and we have thought of him as a prisoner. But--" "Oddervise," said the baron, "dhey couldt nodt make him write idt. Dhey haf yoost pudt a bistol py his headt alongsite. Undher der circumsdances-vale, I voulclt done him meinselluf. Dare iss no mysdery apoudt dot. "Stay here," said the scout, "until you hear from me. I may be gone till morning, though I hope to get back inside of an hour. If I am captured you will hear some sort of ruction, I assure you. But don't try to rush in on that account, as they far outnumber us. After day light, if I have not returned, you can use your own judg ment." "Idt iss going to pea long vhiles to vait vor some liddle excidement," the baron grumbled. But Buffalo Bill moved off through the darkness and was speedily lost to view. "Idt iss s o mooch oof a blainness dot idt tpnd't drouple me,'' said the baron; "dhey made him do idt. He put a match to his pipe, cuddled against the and began to smoke again. "Mebbeso um spirits-mebbeso um whiskizoos, sug gested Little Cayuse, whose black eyes had been staring into the darknes s hi s keen ears drinking everything in, though he had made no comment until now. Nomad gave a jump. \ "Stop et,'' he grumbled; "ef yer says whi s kizoos erg"in, er open s yer mouth ter, I'll set my heel in et." It was a big h e el, and the Piute subsided. But the s ug g es tion n Jacle Nomad stare round into the night and gave h i m a s many s hivery thrills as were already cha s ing up and the s pin .; of the superstitious Piute. 'For No mad, s1'per s titiou s a s an Indian, shaped his fears of whi s kizoos in much the same way that the Piute shaped hi s fears of spirits. When an hour had passed and brought no Buffalo Bill, they concluded to take turns at watching, so that all could get some sleep. Out in the hill s into which the daring scout had pen etrated, silence la y as deep a s the darkness. CHAPTER XV. PAWNEE BILL'S TRICK. When the moon came out, an hour or so after mid night, its light fell on the crouching form of Buffalo Bill, and on a number of shadowy figures distant from him not more than a rod.


( THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. H e had ma d e so s uc cess ful a crawl that he had actually located the desp e rado c a mp, and was now that close to it. He wa s s tudying out his next course of acti o n when he s aw a figure s tep out from a face of rock, where s hadow s had coqcealed it, and walk into the moonlight. The sc9ut could hardly conceal the start of surpri s e which that gave him. For the man he beheld now with reasonable clearness was Pawnee B ill, or el s e some one who was disguised as Pawnee Bill had been on quitting the agency. It was not, therefore, the familiar Pawnee Bill so well known to the scout, but the tran s formed Paw nee Bill who had ridd e n forth to j o in Bill Fis her 's friends," for the purpose of undoing them. The man carried a rifle, a glinting of moonlight r e vealing its barrel. For a moment or so he stood looking off in the direction of the hollow which held Buffalo Bill's party. Standing thus facing the scout even hi s darkened face, pulled-down dyed mu s tache, and the far merlike hat and clothing he wore, were cle arly vi s ible :Buffalo Bill wa s almost on the point of giving a l o w hiss to attract nis at. tention, but was restrained by his customary Having turned about, the man walked s lowly toward the nearest of the dark figur e s s tretched on the gro und By this figure he stooped and the scout saw the curl ing toss of a lariat. Slowly and as s ilently a s the s hadow tha t trailed after him the man went from figure t o figure There were ten of them, according to th e scout' s rather uncertain count. One of them, afte r the man had bent ove r him, a s if tying him, rose and followed. Returning toward the dead fire in the center of the little camp, the man so re s embling Paw nee Bill a s the scout had last beheld him, s eem e d to be s peaking to the man who had followed him. They s t o od with heads to gether. Then the scout beheld a flas h, a s if from a knife blade or th e metal of a revolv e r. Stooping again, the man s eemed placing a r ticles on the ground ; and there, under his mo v ing fing e r s gre w a shiny heap, glittering like weapons in the uncertain light of the moon. If the scout had been, like Nom a d a believer in whi s ki zoos, he would have thought him s elf b e wit c h ed. B ut, though his eye s had been t e lling him amazing things, he did not doubt their reliability, so far a s their powers went, nor his own sanity. Finally the man ro se, and, turning s harply away from the camp, came straight toward Buffalo B ill. It was as if he had seen the scout, though this seemed very un likely. "Well, rll know who he is, and what all that hocus pocus means, within a minute now," Buffalo Bill whis ered. He pulled himself together for a s truggle, it being his intention to leap on the man softly and bear him quietly to the ground. B ut it wa s an intention not carried out. For as the man came on, clearly unaware that the scout lay t)-ie r e he lifted his head again, as though listening; and the moonlight, striking under the brim of his hat, fell squarely in his face. It was not the familiar face of Pawnee Bill, but it w a s the face s hown by Pawnee Bill when he rode off from the agency, an d the hat and clothing were the same. Lillie, the s cout now whi s pered, at the same tim e h ol d ing him s elf rea d y for a leap, if hi s e y es were fool ing him. The man s topped, as if rooted, and looked around, whil e a han d dropped to his belt. The next instant, a s it lifted th e s c o ut s a w the flashing of the bright blade of one

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "And didn't throw that knife into me!" "Ah, you saw it. Dut-come." They had spoken in whispers. Now Pawnee Bill crept back toward the camp, followed by the puzzled scout. Seldom had Buffalo Bill been s o mystified. As they drew near the dead camp fire, the man who had been standing by the glittering pile which appeared to be a heap of weapons, turned, with a flashing look, and swung up a revolver. "It's all right," Pawnee Bill whispered. "Save your bullets until they're needed." One of the shadowy forms beyond, stirred by the words, rolled over; then groaned, and tried suddenly to sit up. Theeffort flung him along with a sidewise mo/ tion, and a howl came from his lips. Pawnee Bill sprang for the shining heap at the feet of the man who had lifted the revolver. When he came up e had a cocked revolver in each hand. "Weapons there, Cody," he said, "if you're short." He made another dive, a,nd caught out of the apparently dead camp fire a smoldering brand. Swinging it round his head, he brought it to a blaze. Exclamations were sounding all along the line of shadowy figures. And the shadowy figures were moving and rolling. Out of their midst came, too, angry oaths and objurgations. The flashing flame of the firebrand Pawnee l3ill flung over them. Every one of the men was bound hand and foot. The astounded scout turned to look at the man who stood close by him. At the same moment the fell ow cackled a laugh. "Bumptious Basil, at yer service." "And a hero," said Pawnee Bill, "if ever there was one." A dim understanding rushed through the bewildered mind of Buffalo Bill. He saw that Pawnee Bill had tied up the desper.adoes, so that each was helpless; and it was plain that he had done the trick while they slept, and had at the same time deprived them of their weapons. That shining heap represented their knives and re volvers. But how had it been done? He remembered that Paw nee Bill had said he had not been a prisoner. Rolling and struggling, the men who had been so cleverly captured and tied filled the air with wild threats, howls, and profan\ty. Pawnee Bill swung the brand, throwing its light over them; while Bumptious Basil threatened them with a pair of revolvers. "Jest take it easy-easy," Bumptious Basil urged; "'tain't no sort o' use fer ye to howl now, sense you're that hogtied I reckon it' s plum hard work fer ye to breathe without chokin'. Jest ca'm down and take it easy." Pawnee Bill lifted a revolver and sent three shots into the air. "To call old Nomad and the rest of the crew," he ex plained ; "they ought not to miss this." CHAPTER XVI. CONCLUSION. A tumbling rush of feet was heard after a time, and Nomad's wolf howl broke on the night. "Comin'', Buffler," he yelled through the cfarkness; "jest hold ther fort till we git thar !" In another minute he yelped again from the top of the ridge where Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill had met. "Whar erway ?" he called. "Jest yip ther word, an' we're right with ye." "Right down here," said Buffalo Bill. "But no shoot ing is needed. Pawnee Bill is here, and everything is all right." With quick leaps old Nomad came down, crowded hard for first place by Little Cayuse and the baron. Pawnee Bill had flung his blazing brand into the dying camp and, stirring up the embers with his foot, had started the fire again. The firelight and the moonlight outlined the scene for the wondering eyes of Nomad and his companions. The old borderman drew up with a jerk of astonish _i;nent, and gulped for words with which to express his bewilderment. "We have raked the desperado boomers in; that is all," said Pawnee Bill quietly. "The pistol shots were signals for you to join us. I felt that this sight would be good for your old eyes." Nomad goggled with excited curiosity. "I'll explain the whole thing," said Pawnee Bill, "as soon as I make sure that the bits of lariat I tied them up with are going to hold. It was a hasty job." Bumptious Basil gave him eager assistance in this. When they came back, sure that the prisoners were se cure, Pawnee Bill dug a couple of cigars out of his Stetson. -"I haven't dared to use these, or even show them," he said, "until right now. Have one with me, Pard Bill. I know that f'.Jomad and the baron like their pipes better than any Havana that ever came out of-New York City." A minute later he was telling his story, with verbal helps from Bumptious Basil. But at the same time he kept an eye on his prisoners.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Well, it was simple,'' he said, "and dead easy-my part of the little drama. 'Bill Fisher's friends' had me spotted -they thought. You recollect that at the agency they ,had some spies who had managed to smuggle in with the Indian police. Basil was there, too; he had a fight with one of them, and choked him; we fouhd the fellow in sensible, and it was the noise of the fight we heard. "Basil Trent-that is my new friend's name-had come to the agency for the purpose of letting Pard Cody know just who he was; he thought they might work together, if Cody saw his credentials and understood that in re ality he was a secret agent of the Indian depa,rtment, in stead of the scatter-brained ragamuffin he had seemed to be.'' Bumptious Basil cackled out his foolish laugh. "But he changed his mind. He thought there were more spies among the Indian police, and he didn't want them to spot him. So he slid out, but not until he had overheard me telling you what I intended to do: We must have been talking louder than we thought, Pard Cody.'' "Depends on how loud ye thought ye was talkin'," said Basil; "anyway, 'twas loud enough." "When he left, riding hastily, one of the disguised des per:idoes who had sneaked in with the Indian police fol lowed him. Though he lost sight of him, when he saw Basil in the boomer camp he recognized him as the man he had tried to follow. "But Basil and I had met, had exchanged confidences, and come to an understanding. And we both joined Fisher's friends. And right there the fun began-for me.'' "But not for me," said Bumptious Basil. "Fisher's friends made the mistake of thinking the man who had left the agency, and had been followed by one of their number, was my humble self; for that man had also heard enough to inform him of the plan I intended to put into operation. So they made the funny mistake of spotting Basil for me. When we had left the boomer camp, he was held up by them, and was charged with being that terrible villain, Pawnee Bill." Basil cackled again. "They informed him they intended to hold him, and would kill him, if Cody did not at once release Bill Fisher. Then they began sending messages to Cody." "With er dead man's year's in 'em," said Nomad. "Yes; one of their crowd had collided with a bullet, and they ear-cropped him for that purpose." "As they wasn't likely to send three ears, as havin' been tdken from the head o' the same man, I reckoned I was safe on that p'int," Basil commented. "So whenever they showed me an ear and a message, I jest set still an' grinned." "And there is where the heroism of my friend Basil came in," declared Pawnee Dill. "He, to make me safe, acknowledged that he was Pawnee Dill, and told them to do the ir worst, and smiled at their threats. And he stuck to it to the last.'' "Wasn't it a compliment," said Basil, "fer me to be mistaken fer a man like Pawnee Bill? Was I goin' to put such honors away from me? I betcher not. So I went r ight on enjoyin' a glory that wa'n't due me, and kept still. I never did like !yin', but that He waved his hand with a deprecatory motion. "This afternoon," Pawnee Bill continued, "one of you fellows sent a rifle bullet that smashed the fingers of Foggy 'Ike, over there; who had been writing the mes sages. As they wanted to send another, I volunteered to do the writing, and we flipped it over to you just at dark, tied to a burning arrow." "So-o," said the baron. "Vhen you know how i

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The term globe-trotting seems to sugge s t a pleasure of the rich, but a return home from the other side of the world a s a steerage pass enger, short of money, clothes, and friends -weary, hearts ick, and despairing-is a very difierent thing. The latter was my case, as, one autumn day, I reached New York. 1 went to the cheapest lodging house I could find, and from here I wrote to my cousin, J a111es Harden ; and glad enough I was when he came and took me away. He was yery kind. I turned to him as my only friend, and as we threaded our path through the city's devibus streets we con certed ways and means together. Our uncle, Ben Harden, was a mi ser of the very deepe s t dye. He was worth some thousand s yet lived in a miser able garret. That I knew full well, but Jim assured me that he was my sheet anchot of hope; and that if the matter were judiciously managed and I showed my willingness to work, the old gentleman would afford me no mean assi s t ance. To him, then, my first visit must be paid. For my own part, I had my doubts, for there was no disguising the fact that, having trotted round the globe, I had returned a dismal failure. The lodging which my cousin provided me situated in a poor place, off the Bowery, but I was glad enough to /)ave it. I felt as though my troubles were at an end. Alas They were only just beginnin 'g. The next day James Harden came again. He said he had been paving the way for me, and that I must call upon my uncle that evening. We accordingly sallied forth and wan dered about for some hours aimlessly-or so it seemed to me. We adjourned to sundry saloons, and I am sorry to say that I became somewhat muddled. My Cousin Jim was one of those people whose practical charity generally takes the form of drink unlimited, and I was one of the wea k m o rtals who jus t as generally accept the liquid He explained to me that, as the old miser was in constant dread of conspiracies on the part of his relatives, we mu s t on no account go to him together. His ways were peculiar, and I was to get to his 1odging not a minute earlier thar. nine o'clock. Then, having given me elaborate directions for discovering my uncle's abode, James Harden left me somewhat abruptly, alleging that he had an appointment which must be kept. How I spent the intervening hour or two I can hardly remember now. I had another drink or two; then tried to pull myself together a bit, and lounged along, gazing in at the shop windows. It was a miserable time enough, for rain had been :falling all the afternoon. The atmosphere was surcharged with electricity; thunder rumbled ominously at intervals, and vivid flashes of lightning lit up the murky sky . But I had braved the climates of every quarter of the globe, so paid but little heed to the weather. At length I found myself in the street whete Benjamin Harden lived. It was a squalid, poverty-stricken place. Dirty, half-clad children gamboled in the gutter; rot1gh men and draggle-tailed women elbowed their way irt and out of the little saloon at the corner. I soon found No. 12. The door was ajar; I pushed it open and proceeded up the dark rickety staircase. On the topmost lartding I paused, and, after groping some minutes in the dark, found at last the door of the front room. I knocked. There was no reply. A chilling silence seemed suddenly to have fallen upon all things. Then I \l'ecollected all at once how deaf my uncle was, and that Jim had advised me to walk in without waiting for an invitation. I accord ingly pushed the door open, and, standing upon the thresh old, the same cold, deathlike stillness came over me, like a foreboding of coming evil; and in that moment I took in all details of the wretched garret. The window had been taken out, probably for repairs, and I remember thinking what a dreadful place it mu s t be to live in Then I gave a start of surprise and horror. On the mantel s hel a small candle end was sputtering down in its socket and by this fitful glimmer I perceived the old man s body lying senseless on the floor. I sank down by his side and called upon him by name. He did not move; the arm which I seized sank back cold and nerveless. He wa s dead! And even as I raised my hands I saw, with a s ickening thrill, that they were bathed in blood! He had been mnr derecl I Then my glance fell upon the weapon lying on the ground. It was-great heavens !-if was my own bowie knife, which I had brought from abroad. When had I lost it? Who stole it from me? My God! Was I going mad, or was it only a terrible dream? I would have called for help, but my tongue clove to my palate. I was paralyzed, and even as I rose to fly, the word which I would have spoken was caught up in a confused cry without: "Murder!" How was it known? I afterward heard that it was through the old man's lifeblood which had dripped through the floor into the room beneath. I stupidly snatched up the knife, and was about to rush from this horrible place, as though I had been the guilty one. But I was stopped. A crowd was already filling tpe garret. I was in the hands of two policemen-caught red-handed, as it seemed, vainly protesting my innocence How can I to describe my feelings as I lay that night in the cell, waiting and praying anxiously for daylight to appear? Unknown, poor, and friendless as I was, with every possible detail of circumstantial evidence against me, there was no denying that my position was, indeed, a critical one. But when morning broke it brought me no relief, but rather added to the terrors 0 .my situation. I was taken, in custody, before the cororter's inquest. Here again everything tended to incriminate me more and more. No one had noticed me enter the house or go up the stairs. My own knife was conclusively proven to have done the deed. James Harden, who gave me a nod and sympathetic glance of recognition, delivered his evidence briefly and clearly ; but he was unable to throw any fresh


30 I THE BUFFALO t .light upon the matter, for it appeared that he had left the house much earlier in the evening. Having first been cautioned, I elected to make my s tate ment. It was the simple truth; but even as I spoke I could read in the jurors' faces that I had only succeeded in prejudicing my own case, and the sum of horrors which surrounded me was hardly added to w,hen a verdict of will ful murder was returned against me, Richard Stedman Then I was taken back to my cell, only to be brought up on another day at the police court, when there was a fresh ordeal to be gone through. Here I had to face the magistrate, the lawyers, the reporters-who took critical stock of me-and, worse than all, the gaping, sensation-loving c,rowd. This examination merely terminated in my being committed for trial some three months distant That was all the ordinary coursl! of justice. To me it seemed refined torture. I was falling into a hopeless, miser able state, having made up my mind that I was an utter failure, and that one fate was much the same as another. If they thought me guilty, why not punsh me at once, and have done with it? My cousin James came to see me as often as he could. That wasl my one comfort. His was the only face I saw from day to day. He found a lawyer who promised to take 111p my defense This gentleman consulted with me once or twice, but I could give him little help. The law prefers proving a positive to a negative. If I was innocent, who was guilty? This was the point: Who could have had a motive for encompassing the old man's death ?-for nothing appeared to have been stolen. To such questions-through my long absence from home and consequent ignorance of my uncle's circum s tances ands trroundings-I could offer no possible solution. And so the days and weeks passed sadly and heavily away. It now behooves me to write of events which I, being con fined in prison, only heard of afterward. It happened one day that Detective Ferrett, who had the case in hand, was prowling about the street where Benjamin Harden had lived and died This sa,gacious officer thought it was not so sirrlple an affair as was generally imagined, and, attired in laboring garb, which would attract the least attention in that di s trict, he was quietly pursuing his investigations. Casting his eye up at t ,hat dismantled ,windownow left just a s it had been on the night of the murder he perceived a man upon a very high ladder just opposite, repairing some telephone wires. Something was radically wrong with the white china insulator. It had to come down, and down came the 1n;m with it. An unus ual occurrence appeared to be exciting the ladder. "I say, mate," he cried, addressing Mr. Ferrett, "here's a strange thing! I've heard of this sorter thing once, but never seed it nor believed it. Look here, there's a picture been flashed onto this insulator by the lightning!" The officer looked, and an irrepressible exclamation of: "Well, I never!" broke from his usual sphinxlike lips. "This has got to go to the police !" The workman made some demur, but was finally won over -a process in which the production by Ferrett of his authority formed some part. On the insulator was found a vivid and ghastly picture of twp men struggling, the one with a knife raised to stab the other. An enlarged photograph was taken by the authorities, and then the came out with terrible dfstinctness-the victim, of course, the old miser; the assa s sin, Jam es Harden! This evidence, though so weirdly extraordinary, was in contestible, and the crime was brought home to m y wretched cousin. It appears that the mi ser had declared he believed his end near at hand, and that he would leave me all his money, instead of to Jam es The latter, incen s ed, had mrdered him, planning everything with fiendi s h cunning, so I that sus picion should fall on me. But he had committ e d the crime t o o late; for my uncle had already executed a will in my BILL STORIES ) -favor, the latter circumstance having afforded a fresh pre> of my apparent guilt. Thus is came to pass that Jame Harden was betrayed, and that I was s:;tved-by the tele-phone! \ THE SOLDIER'S RUSE. The moon was shining brightly, illuminating the sandy plain round the fort as only the moon in Arizona can illu minate. The officers, soldiers, and their families were peacefully sleeping; not a sound was heard, except the occasional cry of a coyote. Three o'clock struck, and the sentinel who was on duty at post No. r started the call: "No. I. Three o'clock, and all's well!" A slight pause, and No. 2 responded: "No. 2. Three o'clock, and all's well!" Then came a long pause. I The sergeant of the guard stepped out of the guardroom and listened. "The sentinel on No. 3 must be asleep," he remarked. "Bad business for a sentinel guarding the corral"-the in closure in which the horses are tethered. Turning to No. r, he commanded: "Start the call again !" No. I obeyed; No. 2 took it up. But there again it ended. The sergeant turned but a patrol and marched to the corral. As he approached the sentinel's post in the moonlight, he saw the figure of No 3 stretched out on the ground. The position did not look like that of a sleeping man. "Double time !" commanded the sergeant. And the patrol came down the post at a run. As the men came tloser to the figure, a sight met their eyes that froze the blood irt their veins. Lying face down in the sand, his hand still grasping his rifle, was their comrade, stiff and cold in death, an Apache arrow buried deep in his body. Three sharp cracks of the rifle, and the rattle of the long roll of the drum, soon brought the startled garrison__ to the spot. Scouts were instantly sent out, and the plain thoroughly scoured, but no Indian signs could be found. The next day, with muffled drums, the members of the garrison followed the body of their comrade to its last resting place. With uncovered heads, sorrowfully and rev erently, they listened while the chaplain read the burial service. Naturally, a gloom was thrown over the whole post. The soldiers gathered in small groups and discussed the perplexed que stion: "How could it have been done?" The moon had been shining brightly, and there was no cover behind which an Indian could conceal himself. The searching parties came in after fruitless hunts. Sev eral days passed, and the po s t settled down into its old ways, and the memory of the dreadful event was beginning to fade. The officer of the day was making his inspection of th e sentinels, after midnight, and was approaching the post of No. 3, when the moon, which had been hidden behind a cloud, suddenly burst forth, revealing, at the very feet of the officer, the body of the sentinel, as before, completely pierced by an Indian arrow. The alarm was quickly given; but, in spite of the most careful search, no trace of the assassin could be found. A horror settled over the post. No one dreaded an enemy they knew and c o uld fight openly, but against such ghostly attacks no one could defend himself. At officers' call the next morning the affair was earnestly di s cussed It was evidently wrong to require a sentinel to keep guard in such an exposed and dangerous place, and yet,


THE BUFFALO BILL S T O R I ES. corral wh ere i t was, no one c ould see how i t could oided. hile disc u ssi n g th e p ro b lem a n orderl y appeared a n d reported: "Private Rogers would l ike to speak to the commanding officer." The commanding officer went into his private office, and, after the interview, returned to the room where all the officers were assemb led and announced : "Young Rogers h as asked permission to take charge of post No. 3 at night until he solves the mystery, and I have granted his request." The faces of the officers showed plainly the anxiety they felt. Young Rogers was the son of a brother captain in their regiment, who, at that time, was away on recruiting service. The young man had enlisted six months l previous l y, with the object of obtaining an officer's c ommission. He was excused from all duties during the day, and after nightfall assumed charge of t h e dreaded p ost No. 3. Three nights passed witho u t any eve nt. The moon, though on the wane, was still bright enough to allow Rogers to see any moving object on the plain. One would have expected to have seen him alert, actively watching for the slightest sign of danger; but he had a different idea. Seated on the ground, his back against the co rral, h i s rifle on his knees, he was apparently as l eep. Apparently only, for his sharp eyes keenly watched every point of the plain. He knew tha t he had a shrewd, tric ky, but, at the same time, a bold e n emy in that wily Apache. He felt sure that the Indian, especially in the second case, had not crept upon his victim unobserved. He mus t h av e "hp.\oyed some disg u ise which h ad c omp l e t e l y deceived the sentinel. What was his disguise? "That Apache would be more apt to betray himself if he thought me asleep than h; would if he saw that I w a s watching him," was his sound argument. Through the long hours of the night he sat motion l ess. It was two o'clock, when suddenly he caught sight of a moving object on the plain some distance away Noiselessly he cocked his rifle. He was a dead shot, and woe be to that nbiect when he fired. Nearer and nearer it c ame, while he sat as if asl eep. "Why, it is Corporal he s u ddenly exclaimed to himself. Corporal was a fine, large Newfoundland dog, the pet of the garrison, who had myste r iously d i sappeared from the post two weeks before, and whom every one supposed tc have been stolen. Rogers' first impulse was to call the dog, when he re membered his resolution: "Shoot any moving object that comes within' range." He therefore restrained his impu l se, and no one could have guessed that the apparentl y s l eeping sentine l was closely watching every movement as the dog approached It was a lucky idea of Rogers' to feign sleep, for, as the dog c ame n earer, he tho ught h e noticed somet h ing pe cu lia r in its appearance, and its actions did not seem quite natu r al. "Possibly Corpora l may be exhausted from hunge r or it may be the deceptive light of the moo n," thou g h t Rogers. The dog was now within close range, and he c ou l d h es i t ate no l onger. "It is a matter of life or death," h e reflected, "and if I make a mistake, every one-even Cor po r a l hi mse l f wi ll forgive me." Slowly and imperceptibly he brought his rifle to his s h oul der, a short but true aim, a crack, and a yell-such as on l y an Apache \Vho has received his deat h wound c a n give startled the whole garrison. As if by magic, every one collected on t h e spot, eac h as he approached evidently expecting to see a repetit i on of the tragedies. The story was soon told. The skin of poor Corporal had been as a disguise by the Apac he, who, wit h bow i n hand, had been creeping upon his third intended victim. D e ceived by the apparently sleeping sentinel, he had been l e d to betray himself and h ad met a most mer i ted deat h Young Rogers was overwhe l med with congratulat i ons. A special report was at once made to the War D4partment, and before long he received as a reward his muchc oveted comm i ss i on. DIPLOMACY. "I think you will l ike this goods, madam," urged a sales man in a Euclid Avenue shop. "It is just the thing for a stout, m i ddle-aged lady "Sir l" squealed the customer in a rage. T he clerk saw h i s faux pas and recovered himself quick l y. "Pardon me," he smi l ed, "I mistook you for t h e young lady who was in here yesterday looking for somet h ing for: her g r a n dmother. Now that I l ook at you agai n, I se e that this was an older person Now, if you are b uying fo r yourself, we have something over h ere that--" KNEW ITS PROTECTOR. In spite of his well-known poor mark smans h i p a c ertain Engl ishman was invited to the co u nt r y fo r a day's s h oot ing The attendant in great disgust witnessed miss after miss. "Dear me," at l ast exclaimed the spo r tsman, "but t h e bi r ds seem exceptionally strong on the wing this year!" '"Not all of 'em, si r ," came the remark. "Yott've shot at the same bird this l as t dozen times. 'E's folle r ing yo u about, sir." "Following me about. Nonsense. Why should a bi r d do that?" '"I dunno, sir, I'm sure," r eplied the man, "unless 'e's 'anging round for safety TIME TO STOP. "Di d I see any service?" exclaimed Mulcahy; "I should say I did. P'rhaps you never heard what the gineral said to me at the great battle we was in together. I'd been pegging away all day, loadin' and firin' without stoppin' for bit or sup. It was jist beyant sundown when the gineral came riding along. ''He jist watched me for a whi\e, and finally he sings out, says he, 'Private Mulcahy !'-I let her drive once more and then turned and gave him the salute-'Private Mulcahy,' says the gineral, 'go to the rear; ye've killed men enough for one day.'" WHAT AILED HIM. Anxious Mother-"! am so afraid little Johnnie is going to be worldly and frivolous. He was wishing to-day t h a t h e was a prince." Father-" What does he know about princes?" 'I'l:e was look.ing at a picture of one." "What sort of a picture?" "It was some prince or other with a dog by his si de "I see what's the matter. !'11 get him a dog." SHE WASN'T OERrlAN. A lady who had been abroad was desc r ibing some of tli i sights of her t r ip to a party of friends. "Bu t wha t pleased me as m u c h as a n ything," she sai d "was the wonderfu l clock at Strasburg." "Oh, how I wo u ld love to see it !" exclaimed a young woman in p i nk. "I am so interested in such things. And did you see the c eleb r ated watch on the Rhine, too?" Three p l aces at l east are known where green snow is found. One of these p l aces i s near Mount Hecla, Iceland; another, fourteen miles east of the mouth of the Obi; and t he t hi r d near Quito, So u th America.


BUFF ALO BILL STORIES The most ori g in a l sto r i e s of Wes t e rn a d v enture. The only week l y con t ai nin g the adv entures of the famous Buffalo Bill High art colored covers. Thirty-two big pages. Price, 5 cents. 502-Buffalo B ill 's R e d Tria ngle; or, P awne e Bill a nd the Sign o f the Thr ee 503-Buffalo Bill's Roya l F lush; or, P a wn e e Bill and the Five Dukes 5 04-Bu ffalo Bill's Tramp Pard; or, Pawnee Bill and the Sachem of Saginaw. 505-Buffalo Bill on the Upper M issouri; or, Pawnee Bill's P ick-up. B i ll's Scol,lts ; or, Pawnee Bill and the Absa rokes. 507B u ffalo Bill' s Opi u m Case; or, Pawnee B ill and the Sheriff s Frame-up 5o8-Buffalo B ill s Witchcraft; o r P awnee Bill and the Sn a ke Az t ecs. 509-Buffa l o Bill s M ount ain F oes; o r Pawnee BiJI and the White Que e n s Ven g ean ce. 5 10-Buffalo Bill's Battl e Cry; or, P awnee Bill and the Indian Stamp e de. 511-Buffalo Bill's F ight for the Right; or, Pawnee Bill and t h e King of the L an d Boomers BRAVE AND BOLD WEEKLY All kind s o f sto r ies that b oys like.' T he b iggest and be s t nic kel's worth e ver offered. High art colored covers. Thirty-two big pages. Price, 5 cents. 416--The Panhandlers of Essex Street; o r, Bowery Billy on the Warpath. B y John R. C onway. 417-Moto ring in the Depths ; or, Raiding the Rebels in a Sub marine. B y Stanley R. Ma tthews 418-T rea s ure by the Barrel; or, The Ch e rok ee B oo m B y J o hn L. D o ugl as. 419-Th e Trolley Transfer Grafte r s ; o r, Bo wer y Billy s C o unter feit Ch ase. By J o hn R. C o nw ay. 4 20-The S o ns of the Rising Sun; or, The Subm a rine and the J a panese Spies By Stanl ey R. l\Ia tth ews. 4 2 1 Fire, Fame, and Fortune; or, Making a N ame for Himself. By J ohn L. D ouglas. 422-The Mys te r y of the Haunted Ship; or, B o w e ry Bill y in a Diving Suit. By J ohn R. Conway. 423-The Spark of Fri endship ; or, The Cowboys and the Aero plane. By Sta n l ey R. Matthew s 424-The Black Sh eep's Legacy; or, The Rainbow Chaser o n the Tra il. By J o hn L. D o ugl as. 425-Foili n g the Sp a nish Plotters; o r Bowe r y Billy in an Internati o n a l B r o il. By J o hn R. C o nw ay. 426--0n Hig h G ear; or, Uncl e T o m s Cabin and the R e d F lier. B y Stanl e y R. l viatthew s 4 27-The Y oung Ele c trician; or, The Cross ed Wires at tBe Mira cle Factory. By J ohn L Douglas. TIP TOP WEEKLY T h e tnos t pop ul a r public ation for boys T he adventures o f Frank and Dick M erriwell can be ha.d ocly in this weekly H igh art colored covers. Thirty-two pages. Price, 5 cents. / OJ-D i c k Merriwell, Peac e maker ; o r, The Split in the Varsity. 771F rank l\I e rriwe ll's Coward; o r, The A wak e ning o( Sain... 164-Fran k Merriwell's Swa y ; o r, The B o y Who Was Pampered. Shrubb. 7 6 5 -Frank Merriwell's Comprehensi o n ; or, The M aking of 772-Frank Merriwe ll s Ps:r plexity; o r, The Myster y o f the Blue Vincent Schuyler. ,, Diamon d 766--Frank Merriwell s Young Acrobat ; or, The Boy from t he 773-Frank Merriwell's Inter venti on; or, The Horse Thief o f the Sawdust Ring. L az y X. 767-Frank Merriw e ll's Tact; or, The Taming of Garth Tennant. 7 7 4 _Fra nk M e rriwell's Daring Deed; or, The Race for a Hun-768-Frank Merriwell s Unknown; o r Th Myste r ious J ames dred Lives. Brown 769-Frank Merr iwell's Acutenes s ; or, The Search for a Name. 775-Frank Merriwell s S ucco r ; or, The R ed e m ption of Bab e 770-Frank Merriwell's Yo u ng Canad ian; or, The Victory of Silver Defea t. 776--Frank Me r riwell's Wit; or, Thwar ting a Goyerno r. For ale by all newsdealer, or wiH be sent to any addreH on receipt ol price, 5 cent per copy, in money or postage atampa, by STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 79.;g9 Seventh Avenue, New York IF You WANT ANY DACK NUMBERS of our Weeklies and cannot procure them from you r newsdealer, they can be o b tained fro m this offic e dire c t Fill out the followmg Order Blank and send it t o u s with the price of the Weeklies y o u w a n t and we will send the m to y o u by return mail. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY STREET & SMITH, 79-89 Seventh Avenue, New York City. 1 190 Dear Sirs: Enclosed pleas e find ..... cents for which trend me: 'TIP TOP WEEKLY, Nos ...................... ..... . .. BUFFALO BILL STORIES, Nos . NICK CARTER WEEKLY, DIAMOND DICK WEEKLY, BRAVE AND BOLD WEEKLY," Name .. f' ..... Streat City .... Stat. .


BUFFALO Bill STORIES1 ISSUED EVERY TUESDAY BEAUTIFUL COLORED COVERS There is no need of our t e lling Ame rican r e ad e rs how inte resting the s t o r ies of the a dventures of Buff a lo Bi ll, as scout and pl a insman, really are. Thes e stor ies have been read exclusively in this weekly for man y years, and are vote d to be masterpi e c e s de a l ih g with Weste rn a dvent u re .' Buff a lo Bill is more popul a r to-day than he e v er was and, con se qu e ntl y ou ght to kno w all th e re i s to know about him. In no mann e r can you b e come so thorou ghly acqu aint e d with the a ctual hab i ts and life of this great man, as b y r e ading the BUFFALO BILL STORIES. We give h e re w ith a list of all of the back numb e rs in pri nt. You can have your news-dealer order them or the y w111 be sent direct by the publishers to any address u.P?n receipt of the price in mone y or postage-stamps. 245-Butl'nlo Bill's Lost Quarr y ......... 5 :1t'l!l-Bu!l'nlo Bill ancl the Slnve-D e a lers ... 5 445-Buft'al o B ill in the Bad Lancls ..... 5 2fl0-Buffal o Bill on n Long Hunt. ....... 5 : >TO-llu tfa l o Bill's Strong Arm ........ 5 446-Buffal o Bill nnd the Boy Bugler ... 5 252-Ilull'nl o Bi ll and .be R e dski n Wizard 5 :111-Bu ffalo Bill' s Girl Parcl. ........... 5 447-Buffal o Bill and the Heathen Chinee. 5 253-Bul'l'nlo Bill's Bold Challenge ....... 5 372-Bulfalo Bill's Iron Bracel ets ........ 5 448-Butl'al o Bill and the Ch ink War .... 5 254Buffalo Bill's Shawnee Stampede ... 5 374-Buffal o Bill's Jade Amu l et. ........ 5 449-Butl'alo Bill's Chinese Chase ....... 5 256-Buffalo Bill on a Dese r t Trail ...... 5 :l7"-Buffalo Bill's Magic Larint. ....... 5 450-Butl'alo Bill's Secret Message ...... 5 258-Buffnlo Bill in 'fight Q uarter s ...... 5 :l77-Bu!l'al o Bill's Briclge of Fire ........ 5 451-Butl'alo Bill and the E.orde of. Her-267-Buffalo Bill in the Canyon of Death. 5 :178-Buffalo Bill's Bowi e ................ 5 mosa ......................... 5 : : : : : : g : : : : : : : : : : g :gi m u:: : : : : : : g 274-Butl'al o Bill and the Pawnee Serpent 5 l!81-Butl'alo Bill's Clean-up ............. 5 454-Buffalo Blll in Deadwood ....... . 5 275-Bu!l'alo Bill's Scarlet Hand ........ 5 382-Buffal o Biil's Ruse ................ 5 455-Bul'l'alo Bill's F irst Aid .......... 5 278-Bul'l'al o Bill's Daring Plunge ..... . 5 :l83-Buffal o Bill Ov erboard ............. 5 456-Butl'alo Bill and Old Moonlight ...... 5 283-Butralo Bill U'ka Stump ........... 5 :l84-Buffalo Bill' s Ring ................ 5 457-Bull'al o Bill Repaid ................ ;; 285-Butl'alo Bill's aster-stroke ......... 5 385-Buft'alo Bill's Big Contract ... ...... 5 458-Butl'al o Bill's Throwback ........... 5 287-Bull'alo Bill and tbe Brazos Terror .. 5 :186-Buffalo Bill and Calamity Jane ..... 5 459-But'fal o Bill's "Sight Unseen" .... :-;;.. ; 9 8 28-B Bufftl'a1loB B 1111;s DMandcieiof 1 Ddeath ....... 5 5 387-Bull'alo Bill's Kid Pard ............ 5 460-Butl'al o Bill's New Pard ........... 5 ...,u a o II s e c n e o ge. :188-Bnl'l'alo Bill's D es p erate Plight ...... Fi 461 Buft'a l o Bill's "Winged Victory" ..... 5 293-Butl'al o Bill I n Peril. 5 :!89-Bnll'alo Bill's Fearless Stand ....... 5 462-But'fal o Bill's Pieces-of-Eight ........ ;; 298-Bu tl'alo Bill's Black Eagl es .......... 5 :l90-Bull'nlo Bill a n d the Yelping Crew ... 5 463_Butl'alo Blll and the Vaqueros 5 29 9-Butl'al o Bill's D esperate Dozen ...... 5 :l91-Bul'l'alo Bill's Guiding Hand ........ 5 6 B ft' 1 Bill' u 1 k i t -305-Bull'alo Bill and the Barge Bandits. 5 3ll2-Butl'nl o Bill's Que e r QueRt .......... 5 4 4n a o s n uc Y es a ... 306-Butl'alo B ill the Desert Hotpur ... 5 Bil rs Prize "Getaway". . . 5 4G5-Buft'alo Bill's Apache Clue... . . . 5 308-Butl'al o Bill's Whirlwind Chase ..... 5 394-Bull'al o Bill's Hurricane Hustle .... n 466--Buft'alo Bill and the .Apache Totem .. 5 309-Bu tl'alo Bill's Red Retribution ...... a :l9fi-Butl'alo Bill's Star Play.. . . . . . 5 467-Bull'alo Bill's Golden Wonder ...... 5 iH\} g : : : : : : : : : : : 316_Buffalo Bill's Dance with Death ..... 5 :198-Bull'alo Bill's Dutch Pard .......... Fi 470-Bull'alo Bill and the Ml'nlng Shark ... ;; 319-Butra10 Burs Mazeppa Ride ........ :; {;ga;1:. 321-Bull'alo Bill's Gypsy Band. ........ 5 401-Buft'alo Bill's Package of Death ..... 5 473-Buttalo Blll 1 the Peacemaker ....... :, 324-Buffalo Bill's Gold Hunters ......... 5 40'.!-Butl'alo Bill's Treasure Cache ....... ii 474-Butl'alo Bills Promise to Pay ....... ;; 325-Buffalo Bill in Old Mexi co ......... 5 403-Bul'l'alo Bill's Private war .......... 5 475-Buffalo' Bill's Diamond Ditch ... ... _. 5 326-Bull'nlo Bill's Message from tbe Dead 5 404-Buffnlo Bill and the Trouble TTnnter. fi 476-Bufi:nlo Bill and the Wh ee l of Fate .. ;; 327-Buffalo Rill and the Wolfroaster .. 5 405-Bufl'alo Bill and the Rope Wizard ... 5 477-Buffalo Bll1 and the Pool of Mystery ;; 328-Buffnlo !:Sill's Flying Wonde r .-.... 5 406-But'falo Bill's Fiesta ................ 5 478-But'falo Blll and the Deserter ....... :; 329-Buffalo Bill's Hidde n Gold. 5 407-Butl'alo Bill Among the Cheyennes ... 5 479-Butl'alo' Bill's I sland In the Air ...... ;; 330-Buffnlo Bill's Outlaw Trail.. ..... 5 408-Bull'nlo Bill Beslei::ed ............... 5 480 B tl' 1 B'll T M b I -Bill g B 1 1ll's .a.::::::::: Buffalo Bill's I ce Barricade 5 S 5 482-Bull'alo Bill's Test ................ :; Bill ancl t'.le R obbe r".Eik'. ".'.:: 5 411-Rnffalo Bill and the pecter. 4f<:l-Buffalo Bill and the Ponca Raiders .. :; 335-Buffnlo Bill's Ghost Dance ......... 5 4 12-Bnffalo Bill and the Red Feathers. ii 484-Buffalo Bill's Boldest Stroke ....... ;; 336-Buffnlo Hill's P eace-pipe ........... 5 41:l-Buffnlo Bill's King 1 485-Butl'alo Bill's Enigma ............. ::; 337-Buffal o Bill's N e mesi s ......... 5 414-Buffalo Bill. the DcRM'ts ye one. 5 486-Buffalo Bill's Blockade ............ 'i 338-BulTal o Bill's Enchanted M esa ...... 5 4Hi-Buffalo Bill's Cumhres couts. 487-Buffalo Bill and the Gildecl Clique .... ::1 ll39-Buffnlo Bill in the D1>s1>rt of Death .. 5 mn .J;j; 488-Bull'alo Bill .and Percllta Reyes ...... :1 340-Bull'alo Bill's Pav Streak ........... 5 418_Buft'alo Bill at Bnbylon Bar ........ 0 480-Butl'alo Bill nnd the Roomers ....... !l 341..:..Bull'alo Bill on D1>tach1> 1 Duty ...... 5 419_Bnl'l'alo Bill's Long Arm ............ r, Bill's. Arm 111.rste r.v. . 5 4'>1 B """lo Bill's St"el Arm Parcl n 11' 0 -343-B>iffalo Bill's Party ....... 5 11"" 4ll2-But'falo B 1 s K ................. ., 344 Bnll'nlo Bill's Great Ricle 5 422-Butl'alo Blll's Azt1>c Guicle. fi 4!l:!-Buffalo Bill at Cai1o n Diablo ....... :; 3 5-B II 1 B w .. 5 423-Bnt'falo Bill and Little F hcfly . . . fi 4 n4 B i""alo Bill's Transrer 5. 4 u a 0 ills nter Trail 424-Buft'nlo Bill In the AztPC City ....... fi 1 g 42ii-Bnt'falo Elli's Rnlloon Escape ........ r; the :; 349-Buft'alo Bill's ->k:V Pilot ............ 5 anBd tllrn Gwuerrlllas. 5 496-Bull'alo Bill's Dangerous Duty ....... :; 350-Bl1 tl'alo Bill' s "T t .. 5 4-7-B11<111lo "i s ore er nr.......... C h 0 e m 428-Butl'nlo Rill's M ex l cn n Mix-up ....... ;; 4!li-Bull'alo Bill and the hief's Daug ter ,. 351-Buft'alo Bill's Flat-boat Drift ....... 5 429_Buffalo Bill and the Gnroecoek ...... 4!l8-Bul'l'alo Bill at 'l'lnnja W ells ........ ;; 352-But'falo Bill on D eck. . . . . . . 5 430 B ff 1 Bill <'I th Ch R id eis r; 4!l9-Butl'alo Bill and the Men of M endon. !l 353-Bull'nlo Bill ancl the Bronco Buster .. 5 n an e dYeJ.!1 n e 1 hn ;, "OO-B "" 1 Bill t R 1 1 E d i> l!54-Bnll'alo Bill's Great Round-up ...... 5 4:ll-Bntl'alo Bill's Whlrlwln n s ..... " n un o a an iow s .<..n ...... r;Butl' a lo Bill's Pl dg 5 432-Bnffnlo Bill's Santa Fe S ecret. ..... 5 501-Butl'alo Bill and the Russian Plot ... 35g__B ff J Bill' c eb e .. i,.a 5 4:13-Buffnlo Bill and the rnos '1'1>1-ror .... ii 502-Bull'alo Bill's Red Triangle ...... . 3"17 Bill 0tbe 5 434-Bull'nlo Bill's Brace let of Gold. 5 503-Bull'alo Bill's Royal F lu s h ........... 1 3,58B tr 1 Bl A 4:!n-Bull'nlo Bill and the Borde r Baron ... fi -u a o 11 moug the Puebl os ..... 5 4:i6-Buffnl o Bill at Sn i t River Ranch .... 5 fi04-Bul'l'al o B ill's 'l' r nrop Pard ......... :; 359-Buffal o Bill's ;.<'our-footed Pards. 5 437-Bnffnl o Bill's Panhandle Mnn-hunt .. 5 50r.-Bu ffa l o Bill on the Upper Missouri. 5 g Bill at Blossom Range ...... 5 50fl-Bul'l'nl o Rill's Crow Scouts .... ::; ; .. g 507-Buffalo Illll's Opi u m Case .. :; g Bill at c 1mwater:::::::::: 5 442-Bntl'al o B ill's Wlnnlng Hnncl ........ 5 C 5 367-Buffal o B ill's AssltnncP ............ 5 443-But'fnlo Bill's Cinch ('lnlm .......... 5 5 10-Bu ll'a l o B ill's Battl e ry ........... 368-Buffal o Bill 's Rnttlesnake Tra il .. ... 5 444-Buffnl o Bi1l's ............. 5 511-Bn ffnlo Bill's Fight for the Right ... :. If you want any back numbers of our weeklies and cannot procure them from your newsdealer, they can be obtained direct from this offic e P o sta ges tamp s taken the sa m e a s money. STREET & SMITH, PUBLISHERS, 79 SEVENTH AVENUE, NEW YORK CITY


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