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“ I generally use my own will, sir, in all per-
taining to myself.”

" As you please, sir,” was the cool reply, and
the stranger continued to gaze on the game With
the same interest as before.

“ Ha! he loses!” cried the stranger, in smoth-
ered tones, as the tide of fortune turned against
Frank Keene, and he lost a bet of five hundred
dollars on one whirl of the wheel:

Again he lost, and again, until he grew pale
and nervous.

“Luck has gone against you, Mr. Keene, so
you had better not play more to-night,” said the
banker.

“ I need no advice, sir,” was the youth’s
haughty reSponse, and he continued to place his
mone , while the banker said coldly:

“ T cn if you lose do not accuse the house of
cheating you, for you had a chance to quit just
now a heavy winner, had you taken that gen—
tleman’s advice,” and he referred to the stran-

er.

Frank Keene muttered an imprccation and
continued to play, and also to lose steadily and
surely. ‘

At length his pile of chips diminished, and the
youth, now strangely eXcited, cried:

" Give me the balance on my draft, Barks-
dalc.” ‘

“ No, Mr. Keene; I gave you fifty upon it and
cannot cash it entire.”

“ Do you mean to say that I would give you
had )aperf"

“ Oh, no, only I will not take chances on
drafts.”

“ By Heaven, man, you have cheated inc and
now insult me, and I shall have your life!"

The infuriated yoth fairly shrieked the
words, and-as he did so he drew a pistol and lev-
eled it.

Quick as a flash the stranger knocked the wea-
pon up, and the bullet shattered a crystal chan-
delier, bringing down the fragments of glass in
a perfect rain.

At the same moment the gambler banker had
drawn a weapon in self—defense, and his pistol
was also struck up by the stranger, and the
bullet went crashing into the frescoed ceiling.

“ Hold, sir! \Vould you kill the boy and
bring the police upon your place 3” cried the
stranger, sternly, and the banker said, coolly:

" You are right, sir; but take him away from
here.”

“ Give me your pistol, please f” said the stran-
ger to Frank, who, instead of complying, seemed
about to use it again, when it was seized and
torn from his hand with a strength that showed
him that, young athlete though he was, he had
met his master.

“Now, Mr. Keene, you must come with me,
sir,” sternly said the stranger, and Frank Keene
seemed to cower beneath his gaze, and said:

“ That man has my draft.”

“ I gave him fifty dollars upon it, sir,” politely
returned the banker.

“ Here is your money, sir, so pray give me
the draft,” and the stranger handed out the
money.

Taking the draft he put it in his pocket, and
then said firmly:

“,Come, Mr. Keene, you must go home with
me. ’

The youth seemed now wholly broken in spirit,
and appeared to realize his murderous act, so he
walked away with the stranger, who suddenly
turned and said:

“ Mr. Banker, name the damage done to your
house and I will pay it, sir.”

“ Oh, let that go, for it might have been worse
for both that boy and myself, but for you, sir,
and I thank you for my life, and also for pre-
venting me from killing that mad fool.

“ No, no, sir, let the damage go to profit and
loss, and consider Ned Barksdale your friend
into Kingdom Come.”

The stranger smiled and bowed, and hastened
out of the room with Frank Keene, who now
made no resistance, and acted as though com~
plctely dazed by what had occurred.

Reaching the street the stranger called a hack
and 0“ave the address to which to drive.

“ How did you know my number?” asked
Keene, in a low tone.

“ The late afflictions you have met with made
your address public, Mr. Keene,” was the quiet
response.

“ And you also know me?”

“ Yes, sir.”

“ I do not remember to have seen you before.”

“ No, we never met before to~night,” and af-
ter this remark the two were silent until the car-
riage drew up in front of the little cottage house
situated in a cross street far 11 -town.

“ Here I will leave you, Mr. eerie, and let me
give you your draft, and, as your sister’s name
Eup’on the back of it, beg that you give it to

er.’

“But I owe you fifty dollars of it, so, if you
can, ive me the balance.”

“ i o matter about the little debt, sir, for that
will come right sometime.”

“ You will give me your name and address,
though?”

“ No for it is of no interest, Mr. Keene; good-
night,’ and the stranger sprung back into the
carriage which rolled rapidly away just as the
door was thrown open and Cora Keene appeared
in it.

A street-lamp burned right before the door,
and, waiting up for her brother, Cora had not
onl seen his arrival, but had overheard all that
ha been said.

Hastening to throw a wrap on she ran to the
door, but arrived too late.

“ Brother, stop that carriage l” she cried, ea-
gerly.

But Frank was stubborn, and made no effort
to do so, and the vehicle turned the next corner
and disappeared from sight, while Frank en-
tered the house and threw himself upon the
lounge.

“ Brother, that gentleman has aided you in
some trouble to-night, I feel confident, and you
owe him money. for I heard what was said.

“ He refused to give you his name—”

“ Yes; but he knew mine and my number,”
growled Frank.

“ And I know his; yes. and I know now who
our kind unknown friend is.”

“ You do, eh?” sneered Frank.

‘l Yes-7,

“ Who is he, may I ask?” '

“ Alvan Judah, the Jew whom my act once so
nearly caused to die on the gallows,” was the
low response of Cora, and her voice quivered
with emotion as she spoke.

(T o be continued—commenced in No. 118.)

 

 

Yankee Doodle’l Origin.

FROM the best theories that can be formed it
is probable that Yankee Doodle first came from
Holland. In the low countries of that kingdom
there has long been a song which the harvesters
sung, illustrating the fact that buttermilk and
one-tenth of the grain they athered was given
as the price of their labor. t runs thus:

“ Yanker didel. doodel, down,
Didel, dudcl lanter,
Yanke viver. voovnvown

Bitermilk und Tanther."

The air to which these words were sung was
afterward carried to England and applied to
words ’written in derision of Cromwell, almost
exactly as they are known in this country, and
named “Nankee Doodle.” The song was
brou ht to this land soon after the landing of
our orefathers, and was known as “Lydia
Fisher’s Jig.” In 1775 the regular troops. while
the Continental Congress was discussing the
question of separating from the mother coun-
try, used to sing the air to such verses as these:

“ Nan kee Doodle came to town,
For to buy a firelock:
We will tar and feather him.
And so we will John Hancock."

It was not adopted‘by the Americans as a fa-
miliar air until after the battles of Concord and
Lexington, when the brigade under Lord Percy
marched out of Boston, playing by way of con—
tempt “ Lydia Fisher’s J ig,” or what is now
known as “ Yankee Doodle.”

GUILTY OF COURSE.
A PARODY 0N “ GUILTY 012, NOT GUILTY.”

BY GEO. WALDO.

 

He stood at the bar of justice,
A bummer bruised and sore.
He seemed at home in the court-room,
For he had been there before.
And a look so weary and bury
Was stamped on his bloated face
That it seemed long years of “ boozing"
Had left its silent trace.

“ Your name?” said the judge. as he eyed him,
With a look that pierCe-d him through;
“ ls Pat Mcumre, af ye pl’aZe, sor."
“ And your age?" " I‘m fiftytwo.“
“ Well, Paddy,” and then from a paper
To read he did slowly begin,
“ I find 3 on charged here With stealing
A boztle of old tom gin.

“ You look like a first-class bummer,
And I don‘t think you can show
The charge to be false. N .w_, tell me,
Are you guilty of this, or no?"
‘He winked at the district attorney,
And at first made no reply,
Bill be came to time in a moment,
When he caught the judge’s eye.

“ I’ll tell ye j‘st how it wor, sor,

And divil a lie 1‘" tell,

For I nev: r do tell lies, sor,
Whin the t uth Will do as well:

‘At first I earned me whisky
A—carryin’ the bod all day,

And [hill me h-‘alrh got bad, sor,
And me worruk all fell away.

“ I could get no more empl‘yment—

Faith, 1 was dry enough to shrink—-

So what wor l to do, judge.
But no; 77/ that dhrop of drink!

So. judge now ye know I‘m guilty,
Yr- kin tire an ay and coudunn,

I took—av coorse it was st‘alin‘—
That wee little drop of gin.”

And every man in the courtroom,
G aybeard and thoughtless youth,
‘Vould have bet his hoatom dollar
That the bummer spoke the truth.
And every man in the court-room
Waited for the judge to speak,
Ashe cleared his throat, and murmured
Hamel/ling about Pa t’s check.

For one so learned in such matters
He Seemed to be puzzled sore:

He thought of the limited sentence,
And wished he could make it more.
And no one blamed him, or wondered,

But uttered 21. ch erful hurra.
When he smiling] sentenced Paddy
To the full extent of the law.

My Ride for life.

BY ‘ ‘-BUF‘FALO BILL.”

 

 

 

 

AUGUST, 18635, found me post scout at Fort
Larned, Kansas, under the command of Captain
Dangerfield Parker. -

The fort was garrisoned by two companies of
infantry, and a company of the 10th Cavalry,
under Captain Nolan, whose duties consisted in
escorting the mails between Fort Dodge and
Zara, rather than service about the post.

At the fort also were Dick Curtis, interpreter
for the fort, and John Smith—of whom my read-
ers have doubtless before heard—interpreter for
Colonel Ed \Vynkoop, the popular Indian agent.

About this time we were daily expecting the
Kiowas and Comanches to come in for their ra-
tions, under the celebrated chiefs, Satanta—a
warrior lately much troubled in mind on account
of his ugilistic disposition toward the whites—
Lone olf, Sitawore, Kicking Bird, and many
other prominent roosters of the same tribes.

\Vith these chiefs, Major-General Hazen, who
was hourly expected to arrive from Fort Harker,
was to hold a rand council, so that we at the
fort anticipate stirring times to break the mo-
notony of camp life.

At last the Indians arrived and pitched their
tepees on the banks of the Pawnee Fork, a few
miles from the post, and we beheld Satanta in
all his warlike glory, not mounted upon his
favorite war-steed, but calmly riding in 8. ve-
hicle, the nature of which was doubtful, for it
was a crow between an ambulance, carriage and
wagon, and had been presented to the red
worthy by the Government—I suppose for his
gallant services in running all the officers out of
the billiard saloon at Fort Dodge, the previous
summer.

The vehicle, however, was in a dilapidated
condition, being broken in many places, and
strengthened with thongs of green buffalo-hide.

The harness was as great a mystery as is
“boarding-house hash,” one of the horse-collars
being put on wrong side up, and other mistakes
equally ludicrous in character.

Being asked‘ why he had not greased the
wheels, the worthy savage replied that he could
not afford to feed the wagon with what his
squaws and (pgppooses needed, which was arough
kick at the ‘ vernment.

Satanta was accompanied by the other chiefs,
before mentioned, and General Hazen arriving,
the pow—wow began, with considerable begging
on the part of the Indians, which resulted in the
distribution of beef, sugar, flour, coffee, and
other supplies.

After receiving their rations. the Indians re-
turned to their tepees, comparatively happy, to
await the arrival of the beef—cattle then on the
way from Texas, and which had been promised
them.

For several days they kept quiet, but then
commenced getting more and more uneasy as
the time passed by for the coming of the cattle,
and neither hide nor hair had been seen.

Thus a week flitfed away, and the Indians
openly expressed their discontent regarding the
non-appearance of the “ wo—haws,” as they call
cattle, probably getting the word from the dri-
vers of ox—teams. ‘

The cause of the anxiously looked-for cattle
not putting in an appearance we could not ima-
gine, and we at the fort saw with anxiety that
“ Mr. Lo” was getting r’iled, for he used threats
that caused our guards to be doubled, and the
scouts to be on the alert.

On August 29th General Hazen signified his
intention of returning to Fort Barker. and leav-
ing Fort Larned early in the morning in h's am-
bulance, he carried with him an escort of ten men,
infantry soldiers, riding in a six-mule wagon,
and myself as scout and guide.

I was riding on a. mule, and bein the only
mounted man, had to ride a few hun red yards
in advance of the eneral in his ambulance, while
the soldiers’ team {brought up the rear.

It was a fine morning, the day we left the fort
the road in good condition, and we continued
rapidly on until we arrived at Pawnee Rock,
where we halted for rest.

Pawnee Rock is situated some two miles from
the banks of the Arkansas river, about midway
between Forts Larned and Zara, and is known
far and wide.

After resting a few moments, we proceeded on
our way toward Fort Zara, where we arrived at
one o’clock, having come thirty miles.

Deemi§ it comparatively safe to journey on
to Fort arker without an escort, General Ha-
zen ordered me to return the next morning to
Fort Larned. accompanied by the ten soldiers,
while. exchanging his ambulance mules for fresh
ones, he roceeded on his journey alone.

Now, ara being the dullest place on the
plains, I concluded to saddle up my mule and

It, not caring to wait until the next morning.

So, telling the sergeant in command of the es-
cort of my intention. I bade good-by to the boys,
and the loungers around the sutler’s store, and
struck out, expecting to reach the fort (Larned)
by eight o’clock the same night.

Putting my mule to an easy lope, I started for
my thirty-miles’ ride, not expecting to meet a
human bein on the way.

Nothing appened to upset this expectation
until I came to Pawnee Rock, where I intended
to give my mule a short rest.

I was riding up to the Rock, when I was sur-
prised to see ten mounted Indians come from
around the other side, not five paces from me.

Armed with my seven-shooting Spencer rifle
and two of Colt’s revolvers, at a distance I would

 

not have greatly feared the red-skins, but face
to face With them the meeting was decidedly
more agreeable to them than to me.

My rifle I always carried across my saddle,
held there by a strap around the horn, and it
takes but an instant to loosen it for use, and upon
this occasion my first intention was to get my
rifle ready: but not knowing whether the In-
dians were disposed to be friendly or not, I hesi~
tated, and then recognized some young men be-
longing tO Satanta’s band, and supposed they
Were all right.

Ridin r up to me in a most friendly way, they
said, “ ow! howl” .

N ow “ how, how,” was all right, it being the
Indian expression of greeting, but how it was all
going to end I wanted to know, for five of the
braves rode upon each side of me, extending
their hands for a shake.

I wanted to shake the whole band, but their
manner being friendly, I held out my hand in a
friendly way to a big one—eyed Kiowa that I re-
cognized, and he was so exceedingly glad to see
me that he rasped my hand in both of his huge
fists and held me hard, while, at the same time,
an Indian on each side of me jerked my revol-
vers out of the holsters, and another one seized
my‘ rifle. .

bus in an instant I was disarmed, with two
or three warriors pointing my own shooting—
irons in my face. -

Old One—Eye, as he was called by his people,
was a ver powerful man, and it was impossible
for me to reak his hold upon my wrist, and my
struggle to free myself ended very abruptly
when one of the Indians hit me over the head
with in own rifle, which made me “see stars”
about the size of Kansas grasshoppers.

Thus I found myself a prisoner to Indians
whom I believed friendly, for I left them that
very morning at Fort arncd, eating Govern-
ment rations.

One Indian warrior then took my bridle-rein
and led my mule, with me on his back, in the di-
rcction of the Arkansas river, the remainder of
the band following upon either side of me, with
my own pistols drawn.

I p to this time not a dozen words had been
spoken between us; but, interested in the pro-
ceedings, I asked them why I received such
treatment from them. But they made no reply,
and a silent tea-party we continued on our way
to the river, where, upon arrival, I discerned
upon the other side an Indian village movinor
down the bank, and upon drawing nearer, I
observed that they were preparing to go into
camp.

My captors immediately started to cross the
river, which at this point is nearly a mile wide,
but at that season of the year was nearly dry,
and by the time we reached the other shore the
squaWs were busy putting up the lodges and un-
packing their nies, while their lazy bucks of
husbands lay a out idle as pickpockets.

\Vhen our party was discovered, and in the
midst a prisoner, a loud whoop of joy went up
from the camp, and they assembled to give me a
good welcome.

Some twenty of the Indian boys jumped into
the river and came to meet us, and we met on a
sandbar, when they commenced pelting me with
handfuls of wet sand, which Worked on my feel-
ings pretty hard, and kept my head lively,
dodging from side to side to keep from being hit
in t 8 eyes.

At length we arrived upon the other bank,
and I was immediately surrounded by about
three hundred, who, I was sure, meant mischief

for the waniors were all in their war-paint, and
I observed one fellow carrying a bleeding scalp
on a pole.

One of the' first Indians I reco ized in the
gang was Satanta, and all of the and at once
recognized me, for we had met before, and they
seemed as delighted as though they had sat down
on a prickly pear brier.

The Indians who had captured me were in the
mean time holding a council with Satanta, who,
after a while, came up to me and asked where
the general had gone.

I told him. and then he wanted to know where
were the soldiers who went with him?

I told him that they were at Zara, and it oc-

 

curred to me that he would ask about the wo-
haws—beef-cattle—and I determined to tell him
a lie, for they were most anxious to get the
beeves.
Then he asked me why I left the soldiers and
came back alone.
N ow was the time to get my work in by telling
a. lie, so I replied that we had met the herd of
beef-cattle and that the general had sent me
back to tell the Indians that their wo-haws were
coming, and see that the officer at the fort turned
them at once over to the chiefs.
This announcement created a sensation, and
then Satanta asked me why I had not told his
yioui‘i‘g men this when they met me at Pawnee
oc '

I replied that I had not time to tell them ere I
was seized, and knocked over the head, and then
I got my mad up.

At this a pow-wow followed amon Satanta.
and his warriors, and then the inqmsitive old
chief returned to his catechism and asked me
how far away were the cattle.

I told him they must be three miles off, and
then he wanted to know where they were going
into camp for the night.

Ireplied “On Ash Creek,” which is about
half - way between Pawnee Rock and Fort
Larned.

I could easily see that he wanted to et the

cattle, and asked him why he had left t e fort
before their arrival. and his reply was that his
people had become tired of waitin , and had
concluded to go over on Snake Cree and hunt
until the cattle came.
I knew this was a lie, but wisely refrained
from giving him the information, and asked
why his young men had treated me so, and made
me a priséner. '

He laughed, and said they wanted to see if I
was brave, but did not intend to hurt me.

I said nothing, but quietly rubbed my head
where I had been hit, and kept dark about hav-
ing seen the fresh scalp, which had been quickly
removed when I spoke of the arrival of the
cattle. ,

Satanta said then:

“ If the cattle are for my people, why can I
not have them here, as well as at the fort?”

I told him certainly he could have his share
delivered there; but that the remainder of‘the
cattle would have to be taken to the Comanches,
and that I would ride over the river and bring
the cattle down to the other bank, when we
would divide them, and he could send his young
men over to drive his share acrosg while we
camped there, with the remainder, for the

hi ht. ‘ .

Then I smiled sweetly shook hands with One-
Eye. and complimented him upon the joke he
had played on me, and received back my rifle
and revolvers, when I started to go after the
cattle, several of the young warriors mounting
to o with me.

ot desirous of company, I told them they
had better remain until they, saw me returning
with the herd, when the chiefs should come
over] and see that they received their share of
catt e.

Thus far my plan for escape worked well, and
I bade them good-by, and crossed to the other
bank of the river before I looked back.

Then I got d0wn and rested my mule for a few
minutes. tightened my girths. looked to my wea-
pons. mounted. and struck out in the direction
of Pawnee Rock.

About half a mile from the river was a swell
in the prairie, or a small ridge. which I knew
would hide me from the Indian village, and look-
ing back I saw, as I had feared, that I was to
be followed, for some twent Indians were just

was playing them false.

This sight settled it with me, and knowing
that I had as good a start as I could get, I quiet-
ly walked my mule until the ridge hid me, and
there and then said: -

“ Now, Mr. Government Mule, you have got to
travel. and get down to your work, if you never
did before.”

The mule was a. good one, and fast,but he had
already been ridden forty-five miles that day,

 

 

and consequently was not as fresh as I desired;
but he responded bravel to the call of the per-
suaders on my heels, an got over ground pretty
lively, for a mule.

It was my desire to ut as great a distance as
possible between myse f and pursuers, ere I was i
discovered making tracks, and I knew they
could not cross the river very rapidly, so I felt .
hopeful, as they would not urge their horses un-
til they reached the ridge and discovered my
little game.

So on I kept, until at last on glancin back I
discovered t at they had arrived upon 6 ridge
and were scanning the plains looking for a long-
haired man and a mule.

It didn’t take them long to find us, either, and
to discover that I was not bound for Pawnee
Rock, but making in the direction of Fort
Larned, where I had urgent business that called
me there as soon as possible. '

Finding that I had deceived them, they ave
one wild whoop to inform the Indian v' ge,
and then commenced my race for life.

The Indians were all splendidly mounted, and
would soon have overhauled me, had my start
not been made a good one, for I had yet fourteen
miles to go before reacliin the fort.

The first few miles the ndians gained on me
at every bound of their horses, and when I
crossed Ash Creek, eight miles from the fort,
they were not a mile behind, and gradually gain-
in .

But, from this on, my mule seemed to have
gotten his second wind, and fairly flew over the
prairie, holding his own with the horses of my
)ursuers; but it was only for a Short while, for
Ir. Mule soon relaxed into stubbornness, and
the Indians again came on rapidlyéand caused
me to think over what was best to done.

I knew I had to “ fight it out on that line if it
took all the summer,” no matter what the odds
might be against me, and a good “ buffalo wal-
low” would be the place to fortify myself in:
yet I kept urging on my mule to get near the
fort as possible, so that, when it came to the
worst, my firing would be heard, and bring my
comrades to my relief.

The Indians were now getting retty close, and
would now and then send a bullet after me to
remind me that they were coming to the ball,
but the mule was long-winded, and held oht
bravely, although he had long-winded Indian
horses on his track.

Fork and Ash Creek, and from this point could
just see the fort, still five miles away.

The sun was nearl down, and in a few mo-
ments more I knew should see the flag lowered
and hear the evening gun; but yet, “ zip,” “ zip,”
would fall a bullet near me, until I concluded to
return the compliment, although the distance
was too great for crack shooting.

Knowmg that their only hope was to catch me
before succor came from the fort, and that they

At last I came to the ridge dividing Pawnee .

 

dare not follow me across Pawnee Fork, two
miles from the post, they urged their horses to
their utmost  and soon cre t up to within
two hundred yards of me, and I made up my
mind to fight from under the bridge that crossed
Pawnee Fork Creek, when all of a sudden from
around the bend of the creek came a mule-team
filled with soldiers, who, discovering the Indians
after me, o ned fire, and at once my race for
life stopped?6 for my pursuch wheeled off into a
hollow and were soon lost to sight.

I found that the welcome “ soldier boys ” had
been down to the lower crossing of Pawnee
Fork after the bodies of three men, who had
£26121 killed that morning by Satanta and his

11 .

On arriving at the fort I reported to the com—
manding officer, and learned that the Indians
had attacked a ranch on the old Santa Fé cross-
ing of Pawnee Fork, and had killed three men,
and driven off the stock, after which they came
in sight of the fort and brandished their arms in
a threatening way, until, discovering that the
boys were ready for a brush, they rode away

he Indians had evidently planned this work
out, for the night before Satanta had been to the
fort and traded off his carriage, thinking, prob-
ably, it would not be exactly the thing in which

 

riding into the river, slight y suspicions that I

to go on the war~trail.

t that time we had 'no telegrafh lines, and
yet it was important to get wor to General
I heridan, whose head-quarters were then at
Fort Hays, distant sixty miles from Larned, and
when I arrived old Dick Curtis was preparing
to start on the perilous duty of carrying dis-
patches. through a country swarming with hos-
tile Indians.

The night was coming on‘ dark, and there be
ing no road to Fort Hays. some one had to go
who knew the country, and Dick was that man,
but he was getting too old for a six -mile ride
alone on a rainy night. and Denver im, a good
scout and a brave man, volunteered to go, but
was not certain that he knew the country well
enough, and thus matters stood when I arrived.
It did not take me longto see that the command-
ing officer had his eye on me for the job, for he
asked if I thought a man well mounted could
ride it in anight?

I told him yes, and volunteered for the work
if Denver Jim would go with me.

He said he would not ask it of me after m
sixty-mile trip, and my hard ride for life, but
told him that I would be ready in an hour, and
oil? I started to work the sutler store, and then
hunt up something to eat.

Mounted upon good mules we started upon our
trip, leaving the fort at ten o’clock, and without
particular adventure we reached General Sheri—
dan’s head-quarters at seven o’clock the morning
following.

Delivering the dispatches to Colonel Moore, of
the general’s staff, and telling him where we
could be found, we went over to my old home,
Hays City, situated about a mile from the fort.
Leaving our tired mules at Anderson’s livery-
stable, to be well taken care of, we crossed the
street to the Gridiron, where we met my old
friend, Hank Fields. who invited us to ‘look
into a damp glass,” which, after our long ride,
we of course did, and soon found ourselves a
pair of lions, for our trip had become noised
abroad. _

After a good breakfast at the “ J. D. Perry
House,” we lay down for a sleep, and at one
o’cliock an orderly came over to the hotel and
“ General Sheridan Wishes to see the scout,
Cody.”

I at once sought the general’s quarters, and
told him all I knew about the Indian rising, and
then he asked me all about the Beaver Creek and
Republican River country, and said that there
was one of the finest cavalry regiments in the
army on its way from the States, and he intend-
ed to orderjt into that country after the Dog
Soldier Sioux. who had been committing a great
many depredations of late, and he also said he
wanted a guide for the command, and that I
had been recommended as the man to fill that
position.

I thanked the general for the honor done me,
and he went on to say that some One had to go
With dispatches to Fort Larned that night. I of
course volunteered for the work and it was set-
tled that, at dark, in company with Denver Jim,
I should start.

Without accident we arrived at revm'lle the
next morning, and found all excitement, for the
Indians had been attacking trains on the Santa
Fé trail, and had killed a number of haymakers
in sight of the fort.

Having to return again to Fort Hays as soon
as it was dark, and this time alone, Captain
Nolan kindly loaned me a splendid horse, for a
mule is alwa s braying when alone; and, as soon
as it was dar , I mounted and started upon my
sixty-mile ride.

Nothing of im rtance happened until, near-
ing Walnut Cree , my horse suddenly attempted
to whinny, and I knew danger was around.

Keeping steadily on I SIM dcnly found myself
in a band of Indian ponies, and at once I began
backing out, when I heard the guard cry out. I
made no reply and was hurrying away, when he
gave a fearful war-whoop, which was answered
in twenty different directions.

But no, sooner did I clear one herd of horses
than I would run into another. and this proved
that there were a. large number of Indians en-

As a better proof that I was in a tight place, I
suddenly ran right upon three dismounted Iii-
dians, who threw themselves flat on the ground

{and commenced firing at me, which maneu-

vcr caused me to feel that I bad business call-
ing ine elsewhere about that time.

Wheeling to the right—about, 1 darted off and
soon hear mounted warriors in hot pursuit,
and I knew that my only safety lay in the speed
and bottom of my horse, who soon proved, to
my satisfaction, that he was leaving my enemies
far behind.

Just as I was beginning to feelsecure my horse
stepped into a hole and down he went, and I
found myself lying on the ground.

My horse at once sprung to his feet, unhurt,
and started to run, leaving me dismounted on
the rairie with a band of Indians close upon
me; ut I had " been there before,” and was pre-
pared for just such a fall as I had, as I invari-
ably tie one end of my lari'at to the bridle—bit
and the other to my belt, sticking the coil also
in my belt. “'th my horse got to the end of
the rope he found he had just one hundred and
ninety pounds to drag with his mouth, and so
gave up the job and found his passenger on his
back again in short order, instead of having
3011116 Indian squaw making a waterfall of my
use p.

Just as I was once more in the saddle, “zip,”
“ zi ,” the bullets fell around me. encouraging
me immensely in getting away from there at a
lively pace.

As soon as I again got out of si ht of the In-
dians, over a ridge in the prairie, immediame
turned short oil' to the left in the direction of
Fort Larned, which direction I kept until I felt
the Indians had wholly lost me in the darkness,
when I again turned to the right, taking a west-
erly course parallel with the creek, which direc-
tion I followed for several miles, when I once
more pursued my way northward and struck the
creek bottom for fear of running into another
nest of the red hornets.

Then there came the difficulty of finding a
crossing, for, though the water was not deep, the
banks were steep and high: but fortunately I
struck a buffalo-trail, just what I was in search
of, and quietly crossing the stream struck out
across the bottom in the direction of the hills,
feeling quite relieved at my escape. and I al—
lowed my horse to rest for the long ride yet be—
fore him.

At this moment it occurred to me that I had a
“life—preserver” in my pocket that contained
some of “ Tappan’s best,” but of course I didn’t
work any of it- kept it for fear of a snakebite,
just as any plainsman would have done, or you
either, my masculine reader.

Just before daybreak I reached the Smoky
Hill river, and I suddenly heard a stamping and
runnin that nearly scared me to death; but be-
fore I ied of fright I discovered the cause of the
row was a passing herd of buffalo, so I was hap-
py once more. ‘

Letting my horse rest and giving him a drink
of water from the stream, I crossed the Smoky
Hill and once more set out for Fort Hays, arriv—
ing at my destination just as the morning gun
summoned the “ boys in blue” to roll-call.

This made three nights in succession I had
passed in the saddle, and you can wager, with—
out fcar of losing, that I was a tired man, and
that my horse was also tagged out, and when
daylight came I hardly recognized him after his
night 5 trip for no one but a quartermaster ge-
ologist would have called him a horse.

I turned him over to a quartcrmaster, to be
sent back to his owner: but whether he ever got
back to his kind master, or was “ covered with
an affidavit,” I have never been able to learn, as
I was, a few da s after, sent into the Beaver
Creek and Repu lican River country as guide
and scout for the ‘Eéallant Fifth Cavalry,”as
fine a regiment of o cers and men as any army
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Fire Face,

 

 

The Mysterious Highwaymn;
on, ‘
THE SILVER KING'S TRAP.
A Tale of Colorado.

 

BY ALBERT W. AIKEN,

AUTHOR or “ JOE rnme, POLICE SPY," “ DICK
TALBOT IN NEW YORK,” “ THE BAT or
THE BATTERY,” ETC., ETC.

CHAPTER XXXIII.
THE ACCUSATION.

THE drug had produced a strange effect upon
its slave on this occasion.

Her nerves were all unstrung and she was in a
condition of great mental excitement so the
drug. although she had taken an extra dose, did
not act u 11 her in the usual manner.

Insteadwof gently lulling her senses into a

balmy slumber full of bright dreams and pleas-
ant imaginings. the potent product of the tropi-
cal flower only exerted its power upon her physi-
cally; the busy brain still wandeyed at its_own
sweet will.
And on this occasion her physical powers were
so strong, that although the drug had de rived
her limbs of their power of motion, and e re-
clined in the chair like one stupefied, yet was
perfectly conscious of all that occurred, and
even retained the power of speech, although her
articulation was imperfect and it was with the
greatest difficulty she managed to put her
thoughts into words.

By this time the apartment was quite dark,
and all that the woman could distinguish was
the face which :Ppeared in the open doorway
which led to her eeping chamber.

All she could distinguish was the face, there
did not seem to be any body attached to it, and
the features shone with a strange luster. so that
the countenance seemed to light up the dark-

ness.

At first the troubled woman believed that the
face was but a creation of her fancy, a vision
due to a distracted brain.

She ' it the moment it a peared, for
it was the face of the man whom s e was sure
would come to call her to an account the moment
she had heard that the Sing Sing bird, John
Deililver, had managed to overleap his prison
wa 3.

But after the first moment of surprise was
over she understood full well that the face was
neither a creation of her troubled ima ' ation,
nor the features of a spirit fresh from t e other
world.

Before the ghostly form of a mortal can burst
through the confines of a nether world, it is an
imperative necessity for the person to die and
descend into the grave. That ceremony must be

one through before there can be any rising
rom the tomb.

And the man was not dead.

Estelle Del Carmen was as sure of that fact as
though she had witnessed the escape with her
own eyes, and beheld the fugitive from the iron
bars and cold. gray walls of Sing Sing prison
emerge in perfect safety from the river which
was supposed to have ing-infer! him living only
to cast him up when life .

It was the man himself, come for the very
cause she had feared, and like a guilty thing she
trembled in every fiber.

The event which she had dreaded had at last
occurred, and she was taken complete] at a dis-
advantage, although she had made a1 possible
preparation-for just such an occurrence.

Under pretense that she was afraid the valua—
bles contained in the ranch might excite the
cupidity of reckless and evil-minded men. and
thereby lead to a midnight raid u n the
property, the house was guarded by e most
complete system of burglar alarm apparatus
that money could procure; all the men—servants
about the place went fully armed, and there was
a regular patrol system established, so that after
nightfall the house was guarded as carefully as
a forties.

But in spite of all these recautions the event

 

 

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