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Tangled Trails in Texas.

A Romance In the Lives of George and
Will POWell, known on the Plains
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BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM,

AUTHOR 3,.- “BUFFALO BILL.“ “BUCK TAY‘
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and especially in the confines of civilization, for
he was tall, straight as an arrow, with a slender,
elegant form, broad shoulders and the air of one
who knew his own pchr.

His face was as clearly cut in every feature
as though it were marble, the expression reso-
lute, daring and fearless, n hile his e es were as i
piercing as the bird’s from whom c had won

iis border sobri net of “ Night Hawk.”

Neatly dresser in city attire, he yet wore his
raven black hair long, falling upon his shoul-
ders, and his h. ad was surmounted as he stood
by the window, gazing out upon the thorough-
fare, with a broad sombrero, encircled by a
oord representing a. miniature lariat.

The man looked just what he was, the thorough
plainsman, and one gazing upon him as he stood
there in his calm, easy pose w0uld have felt
that he was a “ man with a history "—one who
had faced deadliest danger, had seen comrades
die by his side and had himself made graves in
the world.

George Powr-ll was his name and pure love of
mlventure had sent him tothe Texas prairies,
with his younger brother, William Powell, who
will also figure in this story in “ seenes that
tried true men’s souls.”

Business of a rivate nature had called him
East, and he ha stopped over for a day in the
great metropolis.

For a long time he had stood in silent con~
templation at the window, when suddenly he
started, for, almost at his Side, a voice broke
forth in song.

It was the voice of a woman, who had just
entered an adjoining room, and every note
Welled through the 010st door within his reach.

A lover of music he listened like one on-
tranced , while the sweet strains of “Annie
Laurie’. fell from the lips of the singer.

Suddenly the Song wrs hushed, and then
come low, spoken words as if in self-communion.
but which were almost inaudible to the man in
the adjoining room. There came a knock on
the hull door of her room, and she was heard to
excluiui:

“ Hal it is his knock! He is herel”

Then in a voice strangely cold for one that
had seemed so sweetly beautiful a moment be-
fore, she called out: "Come in!”

The Texan heard the door open, and not
wishing to be an cavesdropper, he was about to
turn away, when the words of the one who en-
lored caused him to hesitate.

"Ah, you are here, my sweet singing-bird?
I hid] rd your voice as I came along the hall, and
it told me what I know.”

There was evident sarcasm in the voice, and
it was a man who spoke.

“And what did you know, sir?” the woman
asked.

“ That you dared not refuse to meet me
here.”

“ Dared not ?” and the tone was full of

scorn.

“ So I said, madam.”

“ I received your note, sir, asking me to come
to this room at the hotel, to meet you, as you
had an important communication to make.

“ As I had that to say to you, sir, which is a
question of life and death, 1 came; butI shall
not remain long.”

In vain did the Tom" try to leave the spot
where he stood, and where every word reached
him as distinctly as thouin he were in the same
room with the speaker.

A power that he Scciilcd conipelled to obey,
vhuiiH-ll him to the window, and he felt that he
liiust hear more.

“ A question of life and death?” repeated the
man, and his tone seemed to falter.

“ Yes; but tell me why you wished to See me,
for I had hoped that we had parted forever.”

I“ I wished to see you, Clio. to ask you to bury
the past and to let me once more claim you as
my wife.”

“ Is this all, sir?”

“ All ;’ It is everything to me, Clio.”

“ 1n és everything to me, sir, that we remain
:iprii‘t.’

“ But, Clio, you are my wife, and—”

-- Your wife, sir. yes: but it was a marria 9
under false prciriisl‘s, soto speak. You savlé,
my father and myself from death one day, b ,'
often have I regretted that you checked our
runaway horses in the. Park and that we were
not both killed that fateful day. It had been

your act won my admiration an

far better so.
“ But m
Egor father's deepest gratitude and regard. H);
hand you a gentleman; aman of wealth, and
when he was dying he asked me to become your
wife. I did not love you, air but I knew you

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not as you are, and I consen .

be only on pnper.

“ Alas! he knew this, and believing you rich,
he sought to save me from poverty as your
wife. But you, an adventurer, married me for
the fortune I was suppowl to be heiress to, and
then you deserted me, after (-rucl abusc.

“ Now, when l have the power to earn a for-
tune, you come back to me and ask me to once
more acknowledge you as my husband.”

She had spoken with ringing scorn in her
voice. His manner was subdued, for he an-
swered iii a low tone:

“And will you not, Clio?”

“Never, sir.”

“ But you are my wife, and I can force you to
obey me,” he hotly replied.

An instant of intense silence followed, and
then came the reply, in quivering accents:

“ You can force me to obey you, sir? You
coward! no power on earth can do that. I defy
you, and I bid you now leave me, ere I call the
officers of the law and hand you our to them
as—’

“11m what?” he almost gasped, as she hesi~
tater .

“ As my ather‘s murderer!”

“ 0h Go !” broke from the lips of the man.

“ Ah! you See that I know you as you are. I
told vou that it was a question of life and death
I had to Speak to you about, and now you know
what that implies. .

“ Go your way, sir, and I will go mine; but
ever dare to cross the threshold of any place
Where I (livell—cver force your hateful presence
upon me again, and I vow by thememory of my
dead father I will hand you over tothe police us
his murderer.

“Go, go! or I ring this bell upon which my
hand iiow rests l”

“ I will go, yes; but this is not our parting.”

Then the door opened and closed, and a mo-
ment after the TeXun heard the woman leave
the room. -

He had heard that which deeply interested
him, and he went to the office and looked over
the rec‘ister to see who were the occupants of
Room No. 13, next to his own.

He read there:

“ Mr. and Mrs. John Smith, Boston."

“ Who ar 3 these parties?" he asked the clerk.

“ I do not know, sir: they only had the room
for the day, doubtless passing through the city,
for they have gone, the lady just driving off in
one carriage and the gentleman in another.”

“ W'ell, I have nothing to do with them, so let
them go,” mused George Powell, as he turned

away.
But little did he know what the future had in
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CBAPTER II.
A GHOST IN THE TRAIL.

SEVERAL months after the" incident in the
New York hotel, when George Powell over-
heard the secret of )arties wholly unknown to
him, he is seen ri ing across the prairies of
Texas.

But he is not alone, for others are with him,

one, alike him in face, not so tall in form, yet
wearing the same look of daring. It is William
Powoll, whose sobriquet of “Broncho Bill” is
far better known upon the plain than his owu
name.
Compactly built, and quick as a flash in his
movements, he also possesses wonderful strengt ,
while his fearless nature is the same as his bro.
thei"s.

But for the resolution and manly eXpression
restingnpon every feature, his face would be
almost feminine in its beauty, willle his hair,
black and worn long is as fine as a Woman’s.

Both brothers are dressed in buckskin. hunt-
ing-shirts, top-boots and Wear sombreros en-
circled by miniature lariuts of silver cord. ~

They ave slung at their backs repeating
rifles of the largest pattern, and in the belt of
each is a hunting-knife and pair of revolwrs.

Their saddles and trappings are of Mciiican
make and very handsome, while at each saddle-
hom hangs a nriat.

There are tWO more of the party, one a negro,
r lack as the ace of spades, and an Indian who

a, the appearance of a Comanche and is at-

' .in‘flie pftufisque costume of that tribe of
  ~.k ".5, . i

The “dark’,” not to be outdone b' the ‘red-
skin, is rigged out almost as gorgeous y in buck-

skin, feathers and beads, presenting somewhat

of a ludicrous appearance.

All four are superth mounted, and, trotting
along behind the negro are half a dozen fine
mustangs, bearing,r packs.

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At a slow pace the horsemen are going over
the prairie, while ahead of them looms up a.
bold hill, covered wi. h heavy timber.

“ There is our future home, Scraps,” said Will
Powell, addressing the negro and pointing to ti.»
distant hill.

“ Marsa Billy, yer knows, so), that I hain’t
afecrd o’ no man as hops on two legs; but I
doesn’t like yer idea 0’ going to lib in a oI-c ruin
Chu’Cll- 3:111. whar folks heed and died a hundred
year ago, and tha‘r bones is still a rcstin’,”
Scrup’s i‘cturned, sobcrly.

" e won't disturb their bones, Scraps,”
laughed Broncho Bill, who had won his nam«i
from his superb mastery of the wild bronchus of
the luins, and the great number he had
can r t.

“ 0, sub, but dey will disturb us,” quickly
answered the serving-man.

"What, the bones, Scraps?” asked Night
Hawk George Powell.

‘No, sah, ther sperrits,” was the solemn re-
Spouse.

“ You don’t believe I in spirits,
Scra s?"

" us I do, Murs’ Night Hawk—I does, for a
fact, sub, for I has seen ghosts in my time--
raal ghosts, sahl” ‘ "

The two brothers laughed, and Broncho Bill
said: v
“ Airl you, Red Wolf, do you fear spirits?”

Tho I ndiau whom he. addressed, responded
quietly: . ‘ _ _

“Great Spirit good; like Him. Evil Spirit
ball ' ’fraid of him i”

“ Vell, the spirits we find there Should all be
good, for it is the ruin of an old Spanish Mission.
where the priests dwelt,” Night Hawk Powell
remarked. '

“ VVasn’t dey all kilt one time, suli, ’bout a
thousand years ago?”

“ There was a massacre there something ow r
a hundred years ago, Scraps. The people about.
the Mission were driven in by the Comanchtw,
some of Red Wolf’s great grandfathers, I guess,
and all were put to death. ncarly a hundred in
number.”

“ A hundred ghosts?
in evident terror.

“ There are more ghosts than that, Scraps, f r '1'
it had been a Mission for a long time and main
had been buried there, while they fought bravely
and a great number of red-skins were killed
and buried over in the timber near by.”

“ Does yer think tlizir is two hundred ghosts,
Mars’ Night Hawk?” asked Scraps, in a calcu-
lating tone.

“ I guess about that many.”

“ And wimmcn was massacred too, sah?”

“Yes, women, and children also.” ,

“ ()h, Lordy! Pi'icsiisos, winiinin’s, children’s
and Injuns’ ghosts! Murs’ Bill, s’posc you and
Mars’ Night Howl: leis in» go back ter thcr set-
tlement ontil you gits settled there.”

The brothers laughed at the real fear of Serum.
who was an bravo as a lion except when the
supernatural was Concerned, and Night Hawk
said:

“ Scraps, we can‘t spare you. and I’ll
vouch for it that you will not see anything them
to.be afraid of, in the ghost line at least, for
Broncho and myself staycd there. iwo nip-M:
once, while on a trail, and nothing distiiz~i,,-;

do you,

lowly!” cried Scrap“.

“ It is the very place for us to camp, for it 1m :
the name of being haunted, and, therefor r,
Texans, Mexicans, and even red-skins giVo ii) :1.
wide berth.” _

"Just see how It is situated, too, upon limb
bill, which the river winds around, making it i...
the shape of a horseshoc, and the only_plnoo to
cross, on account of the high banks, is at to
ford.

“ \th, we could sit up in that old ruin and
hold that ford 0:11 insi- fifty men, With our repeat-
ing rifles,” Broncho Bill declared.

“ Make more ghosts." suggested Scra 

“ Mnke 11031) graves,” the Indian Chic lacoiiitr- '

all added. ‘
is the part}; (1}le 'a.cl:cd nearer to the bill.
they could l‘l'iili’m' more fully its gtrength as an
abidingnplltlka I _ ' n i 
It was n Wooded bill, as I have sald, rismg out
of the prairie, like a giant sentinel, and heavily
wooded. ' _ .
A'deep prairie stream struck it upon one SldC
and, its current changed therebyp it wound
afiund the base of the hill to meet its wateis
again, and then suddenly branched 01! and
went windinffts way through the level plain
enacegiore,’making the spot almost a complete
is n .
Just where the stream met was the ford, and
there, in the olden time the dwellers in the

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Mission had cut a read up to the ruins still ex-
isting upon the crest.

As they drew nearer the last rays of the set-
ting sun were penetrating the timber and light-
ing up the ruin of the old Mission House and l
Cha 6 ,and Scraps eyed them with a look of awe.

hen at last the ford was reached darkness
had fallen upon the prairie and grim and gloomy i
the hill rose before them.

But, knowing the way, Ni lit Hawk and I
Broncho Bill rode boldly into t e stream, Red ‘
Wolf following and Scraps slowly bringing up
the rear, his eyes riveted upon the somber E
woods. :

Suddenly he called out in startled tones:

“ Hold up. Mars‘ Night Hawk! See dab Mars‘
Broncho! Ef dat hain’ta ghost yer kin kill me,”
and the frightened ne re pointed to a white-
robed form that sudden y_ap mined in the trail
before them and standin in t e very edge of the
timber, looking indee most ghostly in the
weird twilight.

CHAPTER III.
LASSOING A PHANTOM.

THE anxious eyes of Scraps had seen the
weird form ne iring their trail even before the
Powell brothers had done so, for they were not
expecting to behold a ghost suddenly stand be
fore them.

“Don’t shoot, Bill! but try our lasso "cried
Night Hawk, checkin Will .owell, as he sud-
denl dropped his han upon his revolver.

“ on’t shoot, but scoot I” cried Scraps, and
in another instant he was plunging back through
the ford.

Broncho Bill was considered the deadcst hand
at lariat—throwing in Texas, as his brother well
knew, and so had urged him to use the lariat
now.

The chief, Red. Wolf, caught the pack-horses,
which Scraps had let 0'0, and remained motion-
less; Night Hawk aboltept at a stand-still, while
Bronlcho Bill, seizing his lariat, spurred for-
warc .

As he did so the white form suddenly waved
its arms and a sepulchral voice cricd:

“ Becki enter not the domain of the dead 1"

But, \Vill Powell did not. hcsitatc; on bounded
his mustang, his ridcr upright in his saddle and
whirling the coil around his head.

As he neared the form in white, it suddenly
turned and fled like a deer through the timber.

“ Catch him, Bill, but don’t harm him,” cried
Ni ht Hawk. 1

iid after the apparition went Bill at full

speed.

The timber was thick and he could not threw
his lariat, so he dropped the coil over his saddle-
horn and devoted himself to guiding his mustang
in the dangerous chase, for he was threatened
each moment with being dashed to death against
a. tree.

Gliding along at a wonderful speed, dodgin
here and there, and seeming to know the groum
well, the form in white, phantom, or whatever
it was, tried hard to throw its pursuer off the
track; but, as steadily as a bound upon the trail,
Broncho Bill ke it his mustanir upon the track of
the fugitive, an soon pursue and pursuerdash-
ed into an open space surrounding the old ruined '
chapel.

There were graves all about, and over them
lfi’aped the fugltive. and high above them bound-
ed the mustang, Broncho Bill now seiznig his
lariat once more.

On fled the white-robe! form over the graves
and toward the ruined chapel, while Broncho
Bill came in hot pursuit whirling his lariut. and
Ni ht Hawk was follownig close at his heels.

few more bounds and the phantom would
reach the chapel. I

But suddenly the lariat left .the hand of
Broncho Bill, and a Wild .shriek rung out
through the woods, and the cod settled over the
flying form.

Broncho Bill’s mustang stopped short, but the
young plainsman did not let go the lul'iat end,
and thus broke the shock, though the fugitive
was checked (mite suddenly.

Throwing himself from his horse as he dashed
onward, while Broncho Bill held the fu itive
with his lasso, Night Hawk rushed forwari and
grasped the weird form in a grip that could not
be shaken ofl’.

“ 0h, spare me, senor!” ,

The supplication came in a womanfs voice,
and instantl Night Hawk released his grag),
while he sai earnestly: f

“ Pardon me, madam! I ,diamot suspect I
would flnda woman here.” I

.,“ I am a woman, and one who has suffered
much. Are you AmericanosWand the woman I
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“Yes, senora, and you are Spanish?"

“No, MeXicaii; but, if you are not Mexicans,
I fecl 1 can trust you. I feared you belonged
go thp band of San Cruz,” and the Woman shud-

Cl‘e( .

“ Oh, no, we are not Cowboy Pirates, as San
Cruz and his band are called, but honest prairie-
men. Who is here with you?”

“ Not a soul."

“ You mean what you say, senoral”

“ Upon my honor, yes, senor.”

“ And you have been here how long alone!”

“For over two years. But you will not be-
tray my secret, senorsl”

" We know no secret to betray, senora,” said
Broncho Bill, who had a preached and stood
rcgardiug the phantom- ike being he had
lassoed.

“My secret of being here. Oh! you will not
betray me, senors!” and she clasped her hands
together in a pleading way.

“ No; but we wish to have a talk with you, as
we have come here to camp.

“ Broncho, will you go and send Red Wolf
after Scraps, for 10 will never stop running
until he reaches San Antonio, and I will await
your return here, and in the mean time build a
fire so as to see about us.”

Broncho Bill sprung into his saddle and rode
away through the timber, and Night Hawk
turned again to the woman, who he saw was
greatly excited, for she was trembling and
wringing her hands.

“ My dcni‘ scnoi‘a, I beg you to calm your—
self, for We mean you no harm.

“ We have come here to camp for a, few

months, perhaps longer, and besides my brother
an l ninclf, there is an Indian, our friend, and
a negro, our servant, who ran away at sight of
you, lxplieving that you were a spirit from the
*i‘ave. ’
I” “ Fur better, pcrhn s, it would be were [ in
my grave, senor; but ct me tell you that I have
inasqueradcd as a ghost to keep all away from
this old ruined Mission.

“ Mcn fear the supcrnatural, where they have
no fear of their fellow-man, and the strange,
sad story which hangs about this ruin, the
graVcs of its many dead, have been my safe—
guard.”

“ No one ever comes here, you think i”

“ 1n the time that I have been here but two
have come.

“ One night they camped here, and I knew
not of their presence until I returned from fish-
ing over on the other side of the mill, and saw
their campfire.

“ They left at dawn and did not see me.”

“ It was my brother and mysclf, for we were
here about a year ago, while wildhorse-hunt—
ing, and remained one night.

“Three years ago We Were here also, but it
was in the daytime, and curiosity alone brought
us to see the old ruin.

“ It is a desolate place for a woman to dwoll,
and alone.”

“ It is a better place to me than where I
would he were I known to be—but nol no! you
will not ask me to betray my Secret, will you,
senor?

“ You will let me remain here in hiding, and
I will bless you, will pray for you.

“ I have a little room in the ruined chapel,
and there I remain, and I have subsistcd on
what game I shot and fish I caught, for both
are most plentiful.”

“ Do not disturb yourself, senora, for your
s ‘cret is safe, and you are free to remain as
long as you please, for, as you hold the fort, as
it were, it is for my brother and myself to ask
your permission to stay here,” said Night llawk.

“ Ah, senor, 1 have no home, no friends, and
gladly would I have you and 3’0"" fl'iflllls I'v-
inain, if you only will not betray inc.”

“ You may quiet your fears upon that score.”

“ And you will not ask me who I ani,'or why
I am here?”

“ Certainly not, for I have no right to pry
into your sct‘l‘ct."

“ And your brother

“ He is here, so you Can flSk for yourself, and
receive his answer as ’011 have mine.”

7,”

Just then Broncho ill I‘Ode up and said with .

a lunch:

_“ ou frightened Scraps about half out of his:
Wits, lady, and I dOllbt 115 Red “lolfcamcatc
him; but I have brought; the’ thorses,

‘. r e, so we can soon have supper.”

- ‘ is lady, W111. 1193 some reason for hiding
away here, and she Wishes your promise, as she
has mine, not to betray her presence to any one,
or to seek to solve the mystery of her being in
hiding in this desolate place?”

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have crucl foes to drive her to hiding here
ulonc,” niisivcrcd lil‘l’lltflll) Bill.

“Andtliose with you Wlll not betray moi”
asked the Woman.

“ Oh, no, and if we can ever find Scraps our
negro servant and purd, you will ilnd him a.
good follow, I assure you—ah! there they coino
now, for there are two horses 0. iprozuhing,”
and as Broncho Bill spoke, Rod olf (‘nmo out
of the timber, followed by Scraps, who np
prom-lied most cautiously, greatly surprisul to
(liscchr that the “ghost” had been caught,
and was standing so quietly near Night Hawk
and Broncho Bill. _

CHAPTER IV.
THE LIFE CHASE.

SOME two years previous to the opening of
this story, two men were flying for their lives
across the Texas prairie.

One was a while man, the other a negro.

They were well mounted and armed, and yet
their horses were tagged under the terrific pace
they had been held at for several hours.

Behind them came a arty of Comanches rid-
ing in hot pursuit, and hishing their horses hard
to overtake the fugitiVi-s.

\thn they would gain a litfle and come too
close, so that their arrows ran unpleasantly
near, the fugitives would halt, raise their riflcs
and tire, and almost immediatcly. a mustang or
a, warrior would go down, and the red—skins
would drop back out of the range of the deadly
rifles.

But they would once more push on, feeling
that they were driving the already tirul horses
of the fugitives at a pace tlicy could not long
keep up, and, once brought to bay, they could
end the matter to suit themselves.

’l‘lc white man was oung, scarcely over
twenty-five yours, and iis face was rcflncd,
liundsomc, and intelligent, though darkly
bronzcd by prairie winds and sunshine.

The negro was the one whom the reader after—
ward nict as the companion of Night Hawk and
Broncho Bill Powell.

“ It looks bad for us, Scraps,” said the young
man as his horse stumbled badly with fatigue.

‘- ill-s, Min-s’ Henry, it do look bad, sah; but
we hain’t dead yit.”

“No, Scraps, but somehow I have a forebod-
ing ofcvil, as ill fortune has dogged my steps
sadly of late yours."

“It hub, for a fact, Mars‘ Henry; but don’t
say die, sah, for I guess all will come round
right.”

“ You are a plucky fellow, Scra s, to extract
be out of the present situation; ut candidly
oldmfcllow I don’t care much if I do 0, only I
am sorry I brought you here to porn; I on these
prairies. ’

“I haiii’t eiisbod yit, sah, and author has
you Mars’ I cnry.

“Fact is Still, you has been mighty blue ever
since dat New York lady done broke off her en-
gagcment tcr marry yer, sah, and when yer
went home from de army and found old mnsstl.
and missus dead, ycr did git sorrerful indeed,
and it were me, sah, advised yer tcr sell out
ther old home and come ter Texas and start a.
ranch, so don’t blame yerself fer coming, sah,
but me. and you has a nice little ranch, and ef
them Injuus will jist let us git back ag’in, why
thar won’t be no trouble, sah. ’

“ Well, Scra is, you are true as steel, and I
hope we can pu 1 through; but, somehow, I have
a presentiinent of (Ni .

“ But if I do get killed, and you escape, you
will find among my pa ers in the cabin, my
will which leaves the Mt e I have to you.”

“ .ordy, Murs’ anry don’t talk so, sab.”

“ i mean it. SONIPS- l have no near kindred
I care for, and you have been my friend. cvcn
when you Were my father’s slave on the old Ala-
bama pluntfltlfm. {1nd what I have you shall
have, for it is but little— Ah!” ,

The man rcclcd in his saddle, and Scraps ut-
torcd a cry as he saw an arrow bury itself in the
back of his inustci. . _

Seeing that his master Sig!" [Kort his saddle,
the negro, with a revengelul 118‘ If; flashing in
his}eyes, drew his horse to a standstill and level-

iis I'illo,

Vith the crack an Indian fell (lead from his
pony, and Scraps “'83 Im'llm'ml: to tire 889"".
when suddmly a wild cheer-came to his ears,
and over a rise in the prairie rode a squad of
cavalry. a down in number.

The Indians turned in flight, carrying 011’
their dead with them, and the cavalrymen
Pressed on in pursuit, seeming not to See the
wounded white man and the negro- , .

“ Mars‘ Henry, you kin git to the tin’i’ber
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- fling for him to do, and that was to run for his
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delight, the Indians were not mean

in Alabama, found his equal among his coni-

‘j Looking back over the prairie. he saw that

doggy the home of some solitary hunter in that

 quickly selected peepholes on one

     

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“ I fear it is fatal, Scraps, but I can ride that
far,” was the calm reply.

On toward a. large plot of timber they rode,
the wounded man seeming to suffer greatly, yet 1
still keeping in the saddle, while Scraps rode i
near to support him.

At length the timber was reached, and aiding 5
his master'to dismount, Scraps LlI‘cW the arrow
from the wound and quickly placed his blanket ‘,
upon the 1'round, and made as comfortable a bed l
as be con (1.

The horses were then staked out, and Scraps
said:

“ will go, sah, and find some water somo- ‘
whar.”

“ Thank you, Scraps, and God bless you.”

“ Dont talk that way, Mars’ Henry, for you
makes me feel bad.”

“ I told you, Scraps, I had a presentiment of
evil’ but are the soldiers and Indians in sight?”

“ No, sah, they has gone away over the rise in
the rairie a long distance of’i’.”

“ ell, go after the water, my good friend,
and if I should die before you return, I may ask
that you Send the miniature and letters in my
ligtle tin box at the rancn, back to the ad ress on

em.

“Send them b Ex ress Scraps, and write a.
line sayin how die , an that I asked you to
send the t ings back to her.”

“ I’ll do it, sah; but Lordy! Mars’ Henry, you
is along way from dyin’, sah.

“ But I’ll go and git the water, sah ” and
Scraps hastened away. his eyes blurred with
tears, his broad breast beating convulsiver with
the grief that filled his soul, for in his heart he
feared that his master, whom he dearly IOved,
had received his death—wound.

CHAPTER V.
IN HARD LUCK.

GOING through the timber, hunting for water
it was a long time before Scraps could flu

an .
gut at last he came upon a spring, and hastily
filling his canteens. he rose to retrace his way to
his young master, fearing to find him dead. .
he did so, he suddenly beheld an Indian
creeping upon him.

Scraps carried his belt of arms but he had left
his rifle behind, and hastily drawing a. revolver
he fired, just as an arrow whizzed by his head.

He saw the right arm of the red-skin drop to
his side. and he was about to give him another
shot to finish him, when with wild ells a half-
dozen of red-skins bounded toward ' .

He saw that they were between him and his
wounded master, and that they had come from
that direction.

That they had killed the wounded man he
could not but believe, and there was but one

He was fleet of foot, and, to his su rise and
he saw.
80 away he bounded at a t pace.
The Indians, like a pack _0 hounds, started in
chase, sending arrows flying about him as he

Scraps had alwavs prided himself upon his
running and staying )0 Ners.
He had never, as u oy on the old plantation

Hides
sagas ngw was glad to see that his speed was of
to im. ,
'. ,It soon; began to tell and he drew ahead of his
pursuers.
Out of the timber he was forced to go, but an
loiéher motto was not far away, and toward this
ran.

there were just nine Indians in chase.

But. fast as they ran, Scraps ran faster, and
he crossed the mile of prairie to the second group
of timber in a ver short while.

:‘And, better sti , he arrived there far ahead
of his pnrsuers.

To his delight he beheld there a small log

on
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I Brotherg in Buckskin.

Then darkness came on, and the negro was
alone with his sinful meditations.

Smlm afar 0 he heard the mournful bowl of
a no t.

It was repeated three times, and it made the
brave negro shudder.

Taking of! his boots he crept from side to

‘ side, poi-ring out through the crevices between

the logs.
B..t not an Indian could he see.
Not it sound did he hear.
The Siluni'c was awful, the darkness was iii-

. tense, and the suspense was a fearful strain upon

his nerves.

Iiut through the long hours of the night
Scraps remained on watch, his thoughts far
away with the wounded man, whom he felt sure
the Indians had killed, if they had not found
him already dead.

At last the gray of dawn was visible, and soon
after it became light.

Then the sun arose, but not a red—skin was to
be seen.

“ I guesses they is lying bid for me to come
out, for they has as much patience as a cat
watching a rat-hole,” muttered Scraps.

But the time passed, and no Indian showed
himself.

It was noon, and Scraps began to narrowly
watch every tree, taking different ones in turn,
ho ing to catch a movement behind them.

But at last he could stand it no lon er.

He was tired, hungry, enraged, an he longed
to know his master’s fate.

“ I’ll fight 'em and die for it! I can’t stand
this no longer.”

So saying, he opened the door softly and crept
out into the timber.

Not a soul did he see.

“ Lord l Has they give me up and gone?” he
mutter . ‘ _

It seemed so, for as he continued on his way,
no red-skin was in si ht.

“ Now dem red Infiuns was wrong for when
dey tree a coon d'at’s dc time to stay dar and git

him.

“ Dey had me tree'd, and yet dey has gone.

“ I hopes I hain’t too previous in my solutions
of de case: but it do strike me dey hab one.”

So saying, Scraps started on the tra' he had
come, back to the spot where he had left his
master.

He crossed the iris cautiously, a preached
the timber with t e greatest care an then en-
tered it.

Going with the same stealthy tread, he passed
throu h the timber to where he had left his
woun ed master.

Not an Indian was in sight; but as be ap-
proached the spot, a pack of wolves and coyotes,
with angry yelps and snarls, bounded away
through the woods.

Scraps aused and passed his hand over his
{luff for e seemed to know what he would be-

0 .

Then he moved forward once more.

An instant more, and, With a groan, he dro
ped down upon his knees b the side of a an
which the wolves had torn pieces, beyond
gecognition other than that it was a human

orm.

“My poor, poor Mars’ Henry," he cried in a
choking voice. ,

At last he arose and With his knife set to work
to dig a grave.

He dug it narrow and deep, and then gather-
ing the remains together, he buried them with
sacred earnestness, muttering over them prayers
as he did so.

The grave was filled in and over it fallen
timbers Were piled to pilotect it from the
wolves. ,

Then Scraps 8fidly turned away. . I

The horses were gone, and along With them
his rifle and the haversacks of food.

Worn out as he was, the poor fellow felt that
the first thing he must do was to have rest, and
so he ventured back to the little cabin in the
other matte.

Gatherin some wood he lighted a fire in the
cabin, for e had matches with him, and then
filling his 1 , sat down to smoke in place of
eagiciigd begin seeking the rest he so truly
e

. At last he lay down upon the floor, feet to

   

- and sunk’to sleep almost indi erentto
_ t befall him.

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which he knew was some six miles away, and
at the same time he hopedto ] some game of
some kind.

“ I’ll kill a wolf, ef I can’t git nothing else,
though it’s tough eating, and guess a shade
worse than tame dog meat,” he muttered as he
went along.

It was nearer for him to strike from the tim-
ber ri ht across the prairie, as he took his bear-
ings: ut instead he went back to the matte
wherein was the grave. of the man who had been
his comrade, his friend and his master.

As he drew near the suit he took his broad
sombrero off, and (hopping upon his knees said
in a voice that quivcred:

“ Good-by, Mars’ Henry, grind-by.

“ You was a noble man. and my friend, and
may de goo’ Lord bress you accordin’.”

Breaking a twig from a tree that over-
shadowed the grave, he went slowly'away, back
through the timber.

He was abqut to walk boldly out upon the
prairie, when he started back, as he saw horse-
men approaching. _

Fortunately there was a fallen tree near himr
one blown down by a wind-storm,alnd falling.
in a thicket it afforded a splendid hiding-place.

After seeing that he had a place to which he
could retreat. Scraps gazed out upon the prairie

at the approaching horsemen.

He saw that two were white men, the other
an Indian.

The latter he recognized at a glance, as a
Comanche chief who had for some reason; left
his people. and was dWelling in the white set—
tlements, having several times visited his mas-
ter’s ranch, and who had taken quite a fancy to
the red-skin. .

“ It’s Red Wolf, the Comanche, and cart inaa
I lives. he is bound hand and foot.

“ But who is dem white folks, I wonder?”

A closer survey of those who had the Indiana

risoner, seemed to satisfy Scraps, for he nick-
Fy beat a retreat to the fallen tree, w is he.
said hastily: _ _ .

“ I knows ’em, and dey is Merikins too.

“ Day is some of dem Cowboy Pirits dot Mars’
Hen and me trail one time and hab a brush
wid, at what got away. .

“ I'm wine ter keep dark ist now; but if I
kin git got red Injun out ob ere hands, it’s my
duty to do so. .

“ Wonder if I can’t scare ’em to let him go?”

The three horsemen were now pretty near to
the motto, and Scraps did as he said he would—
“ kept dark,” .

The Indian was_a noble looking specimen of
his race and sat his horse as only 9. Comwa
can, an wore the feather head-dress, bear-claw
necklace, and headed hunting shirt of a chiefl.‘ ‘

He was well mounted, yet was bound to viii:
horse, while his hands were tied behind him.

The two men who were with him, one riding -

upon either side and each holding a rein of tap
Indian’s horse, were a villainous-looking r5."-

From his intense] black hair and dar face,
one was without doubt a Mexican, and the other:
up ared to be a half-breed Indian. . *
th tltil were well gamed, aild their horses,

thin were a ma 5-

3g they dppmacfiied t3; timber they .id at»
with the caution natural to one whose hfe is in ’
constant dan er. ,

The pee into the woods, and at last one.
rode orward alone.

Roachin the motto. he seemed satisfied and  '

soon after koned to his comrade.
The other then advanced with the Indian.

From his hiding- lace Scraps was Eating“ 
he half-breed, who was in {-

ready to act, when t

advance, called out in En lish: '
“ I say burn the durn red-skin here for we

don’t Want to be bothered with him any longer.”

“You say, no take him to to camp?” asked 

the Mexican. C
“ No, what’s the use, for the boys would kill,

him, and we can do that and have no more-

bother. '

“ Let’s burn him i”

.. All right, senor; burn him like Indian"  ' '

burn Mexicano, men,” was the heartlesq reply.  .
The two men then made the Indian dismount,

and bound him fast to a tree while the ha] .  
breed said, in a voice that Shraps distinc .  z 
heard: -‘..=-' - ‘

“ You won’t follow the trail of the cow
Pirates any more. I’m thinking, Injun, and
the Texans where to
' on have burned white people, so

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, . t7 - The‘Mexican seemed accustomed to surprises,
 w for in an instant, without stoppin to see from
whence had come the shot, or ow man his
toes, he bounded to the side of his horse, t rew
himself in his saddle and drove his Mexican
spurs deep into the flanks of the animal. As the
mustang, with an angry snort, dashed away, a
shot whistled by the Mexican’s head wit a
nearness that was very uncomfortable.

As fast as his horse could carry him the Mexi-
can sped ovor the prairie, while out from his re-
treat came Scraps. revolver in band.

“ Hallo, Red Wolf, 1 is glad to see you,” said
the he re as be advanced.

But e stopped suddenly and glanced down at
the half-breed.

“ Let me See if dis gemman is dead, sah, afore
I shakes hands wfl on.

ngas, he were hit right whar I aim, in do
he .

“ N ow, Red Wolf, I oncommon glad to see
on,” and Scraps hastily freed the Indian of his
nds and grasped his hand.

“ Red Wolf much glad too.

“ Black Face savo Red Wolf’s life—he heap
good friend. I

“ Where white chief ?” said the Comanche
with quiet dignity, which had not been dis-
turbed even in his greatest, danger.

“ Ah, Injun, Mars’ Henry am gone.”

“ Where gone?”

Scraps simply pointed his hand up towm'd the

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“ Gone happy huntin grounds?” and the
Indian spoke with real fee ing.

1 “Yes, Injun, Mars’ Henry is dead: but hab
\  anything to eat abdht your clothes, for l

* ' talk better when I hain’t so empty: it makes
my voice sound like a base drum?”

‘Eat then,” and the Comanche pointed to the

horse of the half breed hitched near.
1 - “Ah! and I’ve gotahorse too a real good
‘ mustang, and all for only killin; that yaller
varmint; and Scraps quickl went to the half—
breed’s horse and was soon evouring a piece’of
r jerked buflalo~meat and a pone of corn-bread,
eating with an eagerness that showed how hun-
gry he was. ‘

In the mean time the Comanche took from the
:body of the outlaw all that was useful, and
handed over the weapons and things to Scraps,
, 3, "who said: _
» ' ' “Now these do come in well; but whar did

' a they cotch yer, Red Wolf ?”

'. - ’ < “ Over on prairie in motte.

i c i, “ W33 0“ trail. and threw lariat on me."

“ I see, and dBV jist had you sa’ti’n dere.

“ Waal, what yer gwine ter do now.”
“,Anything.” _ , '
. 9‘;S'I)ose we be friends and you go tornnch
\ , ‘ wid me, now Mai‘s’ Henry am goner

 “Heap glad to go!”
_ ‘_‘ Then we is fixrd. .
;[ ‘  '9, Now let’s go and I’ll show you whar Mars’
. '4 ~' Henry am buried, and then we’ll stay ober in
 'de cabin into the niotte to-night, and strike
 4! out to—morrow for Ranchero’s Rest, as my
' v  ' poor marster called our home in de araries.” ’
‘   ,,  So saying Scraps mounted the elf-breeds
 ”  . horse, and the Comanche Springing upon .1115
 j  .- $211 mustang, the two set off together, leavmg
   V . (1 body as the negro expressed:

7.,  C. ‘2‘ “ To p’lzen coyotes With.” ,

CHAPTER VII.

' 1 Emma? Scr

 IT was severe, ays ore a s and the

~A..Wian chief arrived at~the Ranchgro’s Rest,

fiche home of the unfortunate young man who
sought, an abiding-place upon the Texas

,  Th ' had one by Red Wolf’s cabin, some
; j ttsoomegf mfiesgdistant from Ranchero’s Rest, for
,the Indian to get his traps and carry them
"with him to his new home. for a warm friend-
sghip had spruna up between the chief and
'" Scraps and they had droided to be allies for life.
.. iThe young ranchero had brought with him
 Texas a snug sum of money, and had in-
..v it in cattle and niusiahgs- .

‘1’ e had a complete outfit for blmSC‘lf and
.' ups and had carried “11 our To the spot be
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_ but whicth other times

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by two cowboys in the employ of the ran-
0 ero.

With a comfortable room to dwell in, Scrapsa
good cook, and plenty of provisions, a number
of books, his guitar, horses, firearms. dogs, and
cattle, the young ranchero had taken life easily,
though upon his career a shadow had fallen, and
he seemed to care never again to go back to the
scenes of civilization, which he had been so well
suited to adorn, for he had graduated high in his
class as a West Point cadet, and as a lieutenant
of cavalry had already won fame upon the
frontier, when suddenly he had resigned his
Commission, givin . no reason for so doiu , and
returning to Ala ama, had sold his old ome,
and son ht. a retreat in the wilds of Texas, the
faithful . craps following his fortunes into his
self-imposed exile. -

It was while on an extended hunt with
Scraps that they had been surprised by Coman-
ches, and the racc for life had begun, which had
ended so sadly in the motto.

The two cowboys who had been left in charge
of the ranch, the young ranchero knew nothing
about. '

He had employed them to look after his cattle,
and they had attended to their duties well,
though they were by no means companionable
to him, and ap ieared to be of the desperado
class from their ooks and style of conversation.

Upon his return to the ranch with Red Wolf,
Scraps saw these two nien seated in front of the
little cabin, while their horses, ready saddled,
were grazing near. ready for use if needed.

Out upon the prairie the cattle and mustangs
of the young ranchero were feeding, and under
the eyes of the two cowboys.

“ Waal, Scraps, wbar in thunder is the boss?”
asked Nick Rawlings, one of the cowboys, and
a tall, gaunt fellow, With the strength of an ox.

“ Mister Nick, and you_Mister Sim Lucas, my
poor marster is dead, ’ said Scraps, sadly.

The two cowboys sprung to their feet in sur-
prise and Nick Rawhngs cried:

“ eadl Is Pard Henry dead?”

“ Yas, Mister Rawliiigs, he am dead and
buried, for I dug his grave,” and then Scraps
yzent on to tell the sad story as the reader knows
i .

The two cowboys seemed greatly impressed.
and1 vlvalked apart and talked together for quite
aw i e. -

Then they returned to where the negro and
Indian were standing, and Nick Rawlings

1 .

“ Scraps, I’m awful sorry about yer master,
but as I knc ws all about what he wanted done
ef he got kilt, I’ll just take holt, and hein’ as he
owes me considerable money, I’ll hold on to
ther ranch and ther critters oniil ther estate are
settled up for the highest of his kin.”

“ Mister Rawlings, Mars’ Henry left me words
as ter what ter do with what he leaves behind
him, and ther is a box as has his papers in it to
show for it, and other things I is ten look arter,
besides consider’ble gold.”

“ Give me the box then, Scraps.”

“ No sah. I keeps de box, for I has a duty to
perform for my dead master, and I knows that

e only owed you and Mister Sim Lucas one
month 8 pay, when it am due on ther fu’st o’
ther month, which are several days of! yit, sah.

“ But I’ll pay you that, gemman.”

“ He owes me a very large sum, nigger, which
I loaned him.”

“ Why did he borrer money from you, ssh,
when he had a neat little sum in de box?”

Nick Rawliugs‘s face wore an ugly 1001f, bl!”
Sim Lucas made a sign to him to restrain his
temper, and so he asked:

“ And what do you intend to do, Scraps?”

“ Mars’ told me, sah, to stay here 0n”d6 ranch,
and ’tend ter certain matters for him-

.“ Well, did he s ak of Sim and me?”

it No sub and in pay Ker what are due er,
and then I guess me an ther Ingun kin Kick
after ther cattle and branches, Fe'lmlon.”

Again Nick Rawlings “‘flfifii'mui to break out
into a, passion, but was restrained by Sim Lupus,
who said: i .

" That’s all s uar’, pard, and Scraps hes tcr
do as be are told}. .

‘* You Will hev ter lose yer money that Pard
Henry owed yer, but we in git our wages, an

then we’ll 302 but We’ll help yer out, Scra M 0 ‘. "

til the end of the month, and .
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suwell located under the shelter of a - » g ‘ u to ,t e cowboys: but yet
'9' the banks of all a a .  ' '- ‘ v  order them off, andsodecidedto

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mischief, and he knew that there was nearly a
thou-and dollars of gold and some important
pa rs in the box.

ut Nick and Sim kept an eye upon him, and
one of them was constant] with h m.

They asked him to go w th them to drive up
the cattle when night came on, and in the next
twenty-four hours neither the Indian or the
us could get out of their sight.

gone to bed both Scraps and Wolf were
surprised by being awakened by a revolver
shoved in their faces.

Their weapons had been removed, and, wholly
at the mercy of the two cowboys, from whom
they had not expected real treachery, they were
compelled to submit, and while Nick Rawlings
covered them with a revolver in each hand, Sim
Lucas securely bound them.

“ Now, nigger, I wants yer ter give us that
box and durned quick.” said Rawlings.

“ ‘, I hain’t a-gwiue ter do it.” -

“ You is (lead meat of yer don’t.”

“ No, sah, I’ll die afore I (goes back on my
dead marster, and you’ll flu I hain’t t no
chicken heart, of niggers does love 0 cken
meat." was the plucky res use.

“ Make the Injun tell, ick,” raid Lucas.

“He don’t know; but I does, and I doesn’t in-
tend ter tell, ef I dies for it.”

‘* Waal, Sim, all we kin do is ter kill ther nig-
ger and ther Injun and live here ourselves.

“This are a good ranch, the critters is fu’st-
class, and it jist suits our blood.”

“ Come here, Nick,” and Sim Lucas led the
way out of the cabin.

“ Waall”

“ We kin jist sail around the kentry, git a few
cowboys togfther, tell ’em ther ni ger and ther

Injun has ilt pard Henry, an then they’ll
strin ’em up.
“ rterthe hes done so, we kineas find that

box, which i av seen Pard Henry 100 ing inter
often and we’ll jist own this ranch, you bet.”

“ It’s a go, Sim, so you git the cowboys tor
come, while I watches ther murderers,” was the
ready response.

CHAPTER VIII.

THE TWO SCOUTS.

~ AT the time that Scra s and his young master
were “jumped” by the omanches, and had to
fly for their lives, two horsemen were making a
flank movement, to avoid the band of Indians,
which they had sighted from a distance creep-
ing upon, as they suppose, a herd of buffalo or

deer.

When the Comanches started in full cry after
the fugitives the two horsemen referred to stop—
ped short an looked at each other.

They Were Night Hawk and Broncho Bili'
Powell.

They were at the. time on a scout, to make .3
report to the commandant of a fort, who W”
meditating a move against the red-skins withan
the force at his command. , '

Raising a field~glass which he caniOdIOhh
eyes, Night Hawk took a long survey of the
fugitives, and then of the Indians.

“ One is a white man, Wil the other a negro,
and they are well mounted, t 0118" their 1101' 595
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near the rim-r,” replied Broucho Bi 1.

in the party.”

them off.” ‘

thP‘nfil‘bllow the reds?”

“ Yes.”

“ They haven’t seen us?”
it NU.”

*‘ I in ready.”



them."

sweeping gallop in chase of the Indians,

stream for dinner pad rest

.. M the band of Indians had been,"
. from a, rise in the prairie, one

, having discovered them and

_ up to where they ,pould
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hen the second night came, and after having .

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“ They must be that young ranchero and his e
negro servant we have heard about,‘ liVing downé

" If we could only have been nearer tbé M_ ‘i';
tives than the Indians, we four could have me.

“ Y35, and as it is, Will, I think we can helpf,‘

“ wen, We will seewhat we can do to help: *

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To avoid them, as there were too many to ing grounds, and a severe blow had been dealt lings was their guard, for Sim Lucas had gone I “1*” 7' “
fight, and get to their rear, they had moved to upon the murderous tribe by the loss of their off to collect a few cowboys from distant ix. _
the right, while if they had gone to the left they braves. _ ranches, to make numbers an excuse for mur» "
woul have come upon the ranchero and the der. ' 

CHAPTER IX. The Comanche chief took his misfortune with if

118%;0, 'whom the did not see.

hen they hm reached the rear of the red-
skins they suddenly heard ells, and riding up
to the top of the rise, beheldy the cause.

W here they had supposed the Comanches were
watching buffalo or deer, it was human game
they were after.

hen the Comanches saw the ranchero and
Scraps mount and ride from them, instead, as
they and hoped they would do, of coming to-
ward them, they at once ran back to their
horses, mounted and gave chase, yelling loud-
ly ale soon as they saw that they Were discov-
ere4 .

The fugitives were hardly a mile in advance
of the omanches, while Night Hawk and
throncho Bill Were double that distance behind

hem.

But the two scouts
their horses, out on t
were pretty well used up and they gained but
slowly.

The ponies of the Indians, however, seemed to
be quite fresh, and they gained upon the fugi-
tives, who now and then gave them an admoni-
tion not to crowd them too closely, by a shot
which told either on a warrior or mustang.

The scouts saw that the Comanches were clos-
ing up the gap, and they spurred more rapidly
on, when suddenly over a rise to their right
dashed a party of cavalry.

Instantly the scene changed.

The fugitives ressed on, seemingly unseen by
ghehcavalry, while the Comanches turned in

ii: t.
This caused the two scouts to also wheel and

Eressed on swiftly, though

y“The thing is reversed, George, for we are
leading,” said Broncho Bill, With one of his
mer laughs.

“ es, and we have got to kee going until
the cavalry overhauls them, or t are is some
change in our favor,” returned Night Hawk.

They felt no anxiety, as their horses were
fleeier than the Indian inies, tired as they
were, and if they shoul be overhauled too
rapidly, the were well armed and could stand
3t bay and eep the red-skins from  them

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And so the flight continued until night came
on, and then, quick as a flash the scouts ver ed
to the left, unseen by the Indians, and w en
they had thundered by, they fell in behind
them, while loud and clear were their cries to
the soldiers, who, in the darkness had lost sight
or the savages.

. Guided by the calls of the scouts, the cavalry-
meu came on, and the keen e es of Nig t
gHawk and Broncho Bill kept the manches in

‘si ht.
- .. gI‘lie troopers steadily gained, the scouts hold-
ing their own, so as not to let the Comanches
. dodge them in the darkness.

And thus the flight continued until at last the
 Indians took refuge in a small timber island and
.stood at bay.

,~ The cavalrymen were from the fort, and'all
.knew the scouts, so the yonn lieutenant in com-
, .was glad to have the aid and advice of tWO
puch thorough plainsmen as were the brothers.
’- The lieutenant had been acting with his men
as an escort for a train gomg to the fort, and
seeing Indian trails about, he had taken a part
of‘ h‘i; fogce to reconnoiter. t M
. ' ‘ e ave got the scam )8 en rap Ni ht
.Bawk; but what can we dolnuw?” he as ed.g
’ '“ Surround the timber, lieutenant, and wait
until morning, when we can close in upon them,”
tires the rep] y. .
5 This advice was carried out, and when the
’ dawn broke the command was given to close in
. ppon the mottc. .
. .Eut some of the soldiers moved too slowly,

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'5 horse get loose, and seizing the opportu- ‘

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f‘ NIGHT Having but for you and Broncho
b32,111, I never would have gained this grand vic-

ry.

“ Why, we have wiped them of! the earth,”
said Lieutenant Dana, with earnestness, as he
gazed upon the red field.

“ It is a neat little victory, Lieutenant Dana,
and has taken off the war-path a number of
Comanches,” replied Night Hawk, While
Broncho Bill responded:

“ They’re booked for Injun heaven, that’s
certain.

“ Do you want their scalps, lieutenant?”

“ No, indeed, Broncho Bill, for it’s a barbar~
ous i'actice I could neVer adopt.”

“ l or I, sir" but then you know a red-skin is
only half-dead until he is scalpcd, and when you
say dead Indian to the b ya at the fort, you
know their answer.”

“ Yes, Broncho, it is:

“ ‘ Show your scalps’; but I’ll take the ponies
and the weapons of these Indians, and tired as
our horses are we must he on the Way back, for
I’d never get forgiveness if anything happened
to the train from my coming oil’ so far.” -

“We’ll guide on back, sir, by the nearest
way, if you wish, ’ said Night Hawk.

“I should be more than glad, for I brought
no guide from the train, and I am little more
than a teiiderfoot myself, in frontier craft and
Indian-fighting.”

“You have done better than many an older
man, sir, and {our superior officers Will swear
at prayers to t ink they are not in your beets,”
Broncho Bill said. ‘

The trophies were soon collected from the dead
Indians, the bodies were decently buried, and
the :-lain soldier_ was placed in a grave apart, his
comrades Standan With uncovered heads while
the young officer repeated the burial service
over him.

The wounded were then put on tracers, which
Broncho Bill arranged for them, and to which
Indian ponies were fastened.

Then the party, with their captured ponies,
started on the trail back to the wagomtrain.

Under the guidance of Night Hawk and Bron-
cho Bill, they pressed on- until long after dark
and then camped until dawn, when they again
pressed forward and before noon the wagon-
train was sighted.

Cheers greeted them as they rode up, for their
comrades had fear-3d harm had befallen them,
asth Indian trails Were numerous, and louder
were the cheers when their victor was known.

The train went into camp for t e noon rest,
and when it pulled out once more, on its way to
the fort, still a day and a-haif’s journey, Night
Hawk and Broncho Bill turned the head of their
horses in another direction.

“ What! are you not goingi’on with us?” asked
Lieutenant. Frank Dana, wit surprise.

“ N o, sir, for we have talked it over and would
like to find out about that young ranchero and
the negro, whom the Comanches were after,”
said Night Hawk.

“ I told George that I thought I saw the
ranchero throw n his hands. as though he was
wounded, though might have been mistaken.

_“ But we will take the trail and see if we can
diSCOVer anything,” Broncho Bill remarked.

“ Well, you two scouts certainly like danger,
that is certain, and I regret to have yougoi as
your horses are not ,fresh and the red-skins are
about as thick as buffalo: but I shall report your
valuable serVices, I assure you.”

And so the two scouts left the wagon-train
and started together up n the trail.

They first directed t eir way to cross the
track of the fugitives, and reached the s
most where the young ranchero ha been
wounded, so thorough was their knowledge of

pity, the Cemanches made a dash in a compact 1‘ locality and their talent in plainscraft,

and broke through the line.

couple Went down under the . fire
them. and ,a pony tell;
others. i i
As 20:!) as the trooper’s horse was caught an

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. dad ha I the day, when the Comanches ' .
ven into a clump of timber. __
.3.» Charge them, lieutenant!” shouted N ' "

Hawk. and without a halt the aunt but w ‘
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ether, the chase began again and con— 5‘

Taking the trail there they held on to the

upon } timber, arriving there just at sunset, and beme
but away went the = them the pile of brush loomed up over the

grave of the ranchero.

“ I fear on are right, Will, for there is a
i ve ” Night Hawk. .

es ' ut we will camp here until morning»
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his   5‘” _‘but the Born Sci-a inflow wait that they _‘
felt - ‘ ':  H' - w . - asended; wereina fix.- ' “ ‘
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the utmost indifference, to judge by his manner ~ 
for not an expression of his face showed dread 4-.
of what he felt sure would happen. ,i f, I j ',

Scraps was not so cool.

Any danger he would face fearlessly, with ' i
weapons in his hands: but hound hands and "
feet, he was pretty Well unnerved by the situa-
tion. , - _
His grief for his master was great, and he i 3
was most anxious to carry out his last instruc—
tions.

The ranchero had had a safe hiding-place for
the box, in a hollow tree near the cabin, and his
manner of getting it from there, and returning
it, was by throwmg a lariat over a limb an
climbing up the double line thus formed.

Then he could place the box in the cavity, or
take it out at will. . .

But Scraps would not tell where it was, for he- ,
had made up his mind to ihat. _ \"

The fact that his master had left his will in ‘,
that box, leaving him the ranch and cattle, and '
the gold he had on hand, was a pleasure to him, I
of course; but then he would have been far I
more glad to have the ranchero alive than to be
a millionaire. »

When morning come the lazy cowboy un- ,
fastened Scrap’s hands, but kept his feet hop- -
pled and then told him to get breakfast. r

Scraps was hungry, and so he obe ed.

He got plenty for all three, an when they
had finished their meal, the cowboy at once-
secured the negro again. i'

For a moment Scraps looked as though he was
going to resist, and try conclusions with the
armed man; but he saw that it would be mad-
ness and so he submitted to bei again bound.

“ New, Scraps,” said Nick Raw ings,‘throwing. 4 .
a noose over his neck and hauling it taut, as he 3» .
threw it over‘ the limb of a tree under which the  1 .
threewere— . - 1", 

“ Now, Scraps, I hain’t got time for wait until -
the boys come, so I‘ll jist string you up now, if
you don’t do as I axes yer.”

“ What does, yer want?” A 7‘ 

“ Tell me whar that box are, and I’ll let you. » .1 ;
and ther Ingun go.”  gs

sa

“ You’ll git hanged.”

“ I hain’t able ter die more than onc’t, even to.
please you, Nick .Rawlings ” ,

“ You’d rather die than own up!”

“Yas. I would.”

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The man threw his weight upon the rope and»
it firew the Elle 0 off of his {death red
e strugg e violentl an 811 8 ti v "
Then the brute let hid: down, and, agfrt: 83:8?“ '~
ing for breath a moment Scraps revived. ?
“ Waal, how does yer like hangin’, yer blackl, .
im‘pi” he sneered at him. 

doesn’t like it.” . 3;): l'
I Was Jist playin’ with 5

“I thought not; but
yer thet time.” _ . ,. w.

“Somebody’ll bellst playin’ with you, Nick 2," .,
Rawlings, some day, with a rope around your‘ ‘73 .7
neck, and then you’ll think of me,” was the ‘1
ominous re ly. _ V ‘

The W0)‘(s struck him, for the man turned _.
pale, for all bullies are afraid of a rope. and in: ’1
Committing crimes they Lrust to luck to escapes ,4...
the allows.  ,
“ aul, no yer goes ag'in, if yer won’t tell.” 

“ I has honor.” it; -
“ What’s honor to life?”  . y.
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“ You’ll (lie fu’st?” ,, ‘

The malicious wretch IOOked at the  ,3  , .
moment and there saw a determinati n   
face to die rather than yield- . ’r_ » '

So he said:

“I don’t ask none. ,

“ Well, I’ll be meX‘CiIUI t0 yer.”
manche, Nick Rawnngs.” .

“ Waall what does yer say to sharin’ Wit

“ l’ll die fu’st.” f.“
“ I’ll give yer another Chance, scraps”
“ Yer hain’t got ,no more mercy than a
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' my"! Vii’“So has on, and maybe it won’t be long
 .L ’ store it, not er, Mister Nick Rawlings.”

A sin the shot struck home, for the man

{is . and with a muttered o.ith, threw the
ariat end be hell from over the limb of the

tree, and then took the coil from about the neck

of the negro. _

. " * " I was only tryin’ tor skeer er, Scraps.”

. ' “ Waal, yer scared me consi erable.”

 “Yer has grit.”

' “ I has grit tor do what I knows am right, if

I gits kilt for it."

. “ What’ll yer do for me of l saves ycr neck?”

, “ How saves moi"

“ Thor boys Will be here store long.”

“ That‘s sul‘c.”

“ And they’ll hang you, OllieSs I says no.”

.“ They’ll hung me anyhow.”

“ Net of I says no.”

“ Yas day Will, for dey huin‘t gwinelter come
’way here for nothin’.

“Sim Lucas hab told 'em dere was to be a
hangin’ picnic, and day wants ter see what dey
comes for.”

' “I’ll have ’em hang ther Injun.”

5 - v “ What hab he done?"

‘ “ Nothin’.”

“ That‘s what you is goin’ to hang him for?”
H Yes.”

“ I is guilty 0b do same; but you jist spare

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him and me too.
The cowboy was about to reply, when far oil!
. ;-_ across the plain, he caught sight of sevoral horse-
" ‘ ' men.
“The boys is comin’l” he cried.
“Oh, Lordyl” groaned Scraps, and he swept
,,:  i. ‘ the prairie With his glance.
 . r. _ Then he beheld a party of four horsemen com-
- ing over a rise, and in another direction were
three more.
, “There’s not enough of ’em fer a jury, but
  that don’t mind—you’ll hang. both of yer i” said
r Nick Ruwlings. with a malicious smile, while
Scraps, turning to the Indian, shook his head
V .- v . sad! and remarked:
 , 1  ‘ “ Wolf, 1 guesses we hab got to die.”
,   “ Die one time, no more,” was the laconic re-
 * ,.,' ’ ply of the Comanche. '
'17   _ ' ‘ I wish I had never left old Alabama,” mur-
 -. I ‘ mured Scraps, and into his large dark eyes
walled up from his heart
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CHAPTER. x1.
,1‘ A CLOSE CALL.

dare to light a fire, Night Wk and Broncho

Bill hunted up the Slims. Watered their horses,

and filling their canteenS, rode out upon the

. \prairie, where there was a hollow in the land,
cam

\ ‘ " j- The horses were. staked out toshort lariats,
"ready saddled. the gums being only loosened a
3' little, and the bits taken out of their mouths.

Then the two scouts spread their blankets and

dat Injun, as doy hain‘t no reasoufor hangin’ ,
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 supplies had run down to jerked bulfalo meat
4/ and cold water.

After their supper, which they enjoyed as such
men Will, Who can rough it when need be, they
' went olf on two separate scouts, each walking
 out tor a distance ol} several hundred yards, and
' - then walk1n;.r in a circle around their camping-

until they lpier.
. - “I don’t thin more are any Indian“;
‘ George,” said Broncho Bill when they 1:323:11;
' - I, the circle. . 7

fi . “Nor 1; mid the nature of the ground here is
' such that they cannot ride very near to our
mp, so here’s for a sleep,” replied Night
 Hawk, and five minutes alter they were wrap-

ped mum,- bkmkets, fast asleep.
.. . It was, perhaps, midnight, when Night Hawk
suddenly “ragga, a sitting posture.
“Did you hear 1;, too, George?" asked Bron-
ho Bill, in a whisper,
1‘; something waked me, but I do not know
" at. '
‘-‘ [t was the Cough of a horse. or of a buflalo,
*dqg‘t know which, ior I was only half-awake

A y.
:.- . “Then! let us get to our horses and be ready.”
 . heir blankets were
  fng to the ‘side._of their horses, which e
H eatiu, hits were ,slipped in - I
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sides, lying flat down, and placing themselves
at their heads, the scouts held their hands lightly
upon their now-trils.

Then came a sound from oil on the prairie.

It was a human voice.

Soon after was heard the swish, swish of
horses going thrl lugh long prairie grass, and
the trained eyes of the scouts saw through the
darkness the outlines of horses and riders.

They were coming almost toward them, and
yet both N ignt Hawk and Broncho Bill knew
that a. wash in the prairie would cause them to
round it, thus carrying them some two hundred
fer-t away.

In silence they waited, half lying across the
heads ol’ their horses, to preVent their rising in
fright, or neigliing, and witl their rifles ready to
tire should some keen-eyed Indian detect them
lying there.

That they were Indians the scouts know at a.
glance.

They were riding in single file, and in silence,
though one had spoken a moment before, doubt-
less ointing out the motto to his cmiii‘adcs.

“' ‘hcy are going to the motto to camp,”
whispered Broncho Bill.

" Yes, let us count them.”

They had now come to the water wash, or
divide. and after a short halt began to bear
away to tho loft to round it.

There seemed a long string of them, and as
they passed within two hundred feet of the
scouts. each man was counted.

At last the column disappeared, winding on
t0ward the timber, nearly half a mile awa .

“ I counted thirty-seven,” said Broncho ill.

“ And I the same; but did not our horses be
have Well, Will i”

“Like little gentlemen,” returned Broncho '

Bill.

Then, leaving their horses lyin
prairie. the scouts hastened on up t 0 rise and
gazed after the retiring savages.

They were filing . into the timber, and soon
disa ipeared within its shadow.

“ oing into camp,” laconically said Night
Hawk. ‘

“ Let us give them a hint that they had better
more on.”

“ Fire upon them?”

“ Yes.”

“ Well, if we throw a dozen shots each, in
rapid succession into the timber, they will think
we are a party of soldiers; but we must tire be-
hind our blankets, so that they Won’t see the
flashes.”

Broncho Bill hastened back and got the horses
up, ready to mount, and staked them close to-
gctber.

Then the oldest blanket they had, one that
had Seen the hardest service, was carried back
to the am of the rise and their horns, which the
scouts always carried. were made to do duty by
being stuck in the ground and the blanket made
last to them. -

In the timbers now a light glimmered, and
soon several fires flashed up. _

"Those fellows are bold for I hardly believed
they Would light a fire,” Night Hawk said. ,

“ They’ll wish they hadn’t,” was Broncho Bill’s
response, and he took his stand behind the
blanket.

The distance from where the scouts were to
the timber was within range of their rifles, and
they had that confidence in themselves that they

could give the Indians 9. sevore fight, mount 1

their horses, ride down the slope and 89‘ away,
it' purs zed. p
‘ Read y, Will?” and Night Hawk crouched on

the ground behind the blanket, the rifle muzzle ‘

close to it.

“Yes,” and Broncho Bill took the same posi-
tion.

“ Fire!” , .

_As the word left the lips of Night Hawk, the
rifles begun to rattle forth, and the bullets went
INS-“effing into the timber, for thouscouts had so
gauged their range and taken aim that they
dlepped lead right where they intended.

1 mm was a wild chorus of yells, the neighing
and snorting of frightened mustangs, and within
half a minute of time over tiventy bullets bud

fallen into the timber, some of them finding 9.
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target citherin’a warmor’s body or ammmng’
though the distance was too great to do g
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The effect was electrical upon the savages, for,
though they had hastily mounted their ponies
' to prepare against an attack, they now felt

that a large force of cavalry was upon them, as
‘ following the bugle-call of Broncho Bill came
. the trumpet tones of Night Hank ordering
i troopers into line to charge.

Away through the timber tore the Co- »
, manches, out upon the prairie at full speed, ex- -4
‘ pecting each moment to see a body 01‘ soldiers in
l full chase.
“ Stampeded l” quietly said Night Hawk. ‘:~
“Yes, we skedaddled the entire outfit,” and 5..
r the two scouts laughed heartily over the funny 
affair, while, galloping oil to another cumping— ‘
' lace a mile away, they slept quietly for the
i ance of the night.

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A MOCK TRIAL.
WITH 9. hurrah and a yell the cowboys, which

l had been seen coming across the prairie by Nick

Rowlings and his two prisoners, dashed up to
1‘ the door of the ranch, and Were answered with . f'
l a wild war-cry b the gaunt individual, who

had so nearly clicked the life out of poor

Scraps.
, Among the cowboys of the plains-come they r

from Montana, Colorado, or Texas—there are a
i great many noble specimens of manhood; but
i then there are a number who do duty as such,
‘ who are little beiwr than horse—thieves and
1 horseback tramps.
1 They stick to no work when they can steal,
‘ are eve,- ready for a fight, if they can make any-
l thing out of it and their evil deeds reflect upon
the honorable men who are known as cow- .5

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' These whites are the “chaff ” amidst the

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. wheat, and law is doing much to root them out
now by putting its heavy hand upon them where
uifew years ago they could terrorize a Commu-

wilitu‘ 1

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‘: 'lyiiose cowboys whom Sim Lucas had brought 2 "

| to the “ hanging ,”as he had called it, were

v certainly a bad ot. .

1 They herded upon the “disputed ground,”
where they could dash into Mencoif need be,
or run'a drove of cattle across the river, which-

; ever would pay best.

They were under employ, and yet a wild, des- ; . -

f perate set. ' -

. Sim Lucas had picked his men, seeming to

, know them well.

: So when he rode up to the ranch, accompanied

I by six comrades, they were ready for any deed

4 that mi rht tum up. _

i To a d to their recklessness. Nick Rawlings ‘ i 

! greeted them with an invitation to drink brin
ing out for the common a bottle of he 0 d,

‘ brandy that had belonged to the ranchero. .-

i The liquor was dashed oil, the ponies vero-

' staked out, and one huge fellow said: i

“Now tell us what’s up, Pard Nick, for Sim
only axed us to a hanging bee.” .

“Waul, pards, thnr has been a foul murder
committed,” said Nick Rawlings, in a tone that
was meant to seem distressed. ,

“ A murder!” cried a number of vaices.

“ Yas.”

“ Whar’s ther corpse?”

“ Ther corpse are buried.” _

“ Who were kilt?” asked the b1 bully, “in!
appeared to take upon himself the uty of qfi ,
tioncr, and which none of his comrades, for
sous best known to themselves, questioned 
. right to. , l ’ 
" Our boss were kilt, the handsome young fel-
; ler as owns this ranch. and ink me and Sim in

as par-men; only last Week.” I:
h M'ho kill: him?” - r
“ Waal, pardS. I wants tor tell yer nigh as‘I

; kin 't outer it. ‘ ,

f u er see t‘other day tliet Injun come along

1 here, andlic and ther nigger'hel a powwow

l over yonder in ther woods. - *- .
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about. '. .' '

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“ Now, pards, ther boss tuk gold away from

here with him, to spend it for cattle, and that

r know’d he war oin’ and so told ther
Comanche and the kilt ‘m and ot his money
andnthen comed it here to b ufl? Sim and
me.

“ Thet’s a fact, fer I had a dream that they
kilt Pard Henry, and dreams is true signs, so
my randmother said, and she—” .

‘ urn yer old grandmammy! where’s the
gold?" cried the hu e cowboy, breaking in some-
vglhat rudely upon im’s story of his grandmo-
t er. -

“They hain’t got a cent with ’em, in course,
for they has hid it.

“ButI leave it to you, pards, ef they hain’t
guilty 0‘ murder in ther first degree?”

b ‘l‘llt are a clean case ag’iu' ’em,” said the
, u .

“ ft are a dead sure thing,” another remarked.

“ Hangin‘ is jist too good for ’em.”

“ Hangin’ is ther game we plays with ’em.”

“ And we plays to win.”

“ if as, our hands kin beat ther ace 0’ spades
on! the jack 0’ hearts ef they is trumps,” and
tm- cowboy who said this designated Scraps as
iho ace of spades, while Red Wolf came in asthe
junk of hearts.

“ What does you make it?" asked Nick, of the
huge bully, who was fond of the name he bore,
which was that of Giant Saul.

“ I makes it hangin‘, and I wishes a word with
ther nigger. as I is ther jedg ter pass sentence,"
and Giant Saul turned to thg brave negro, who
had calmly watched every face and listened to
every word as coolly as did his red—skin com-
panion, for Scraps had made n his mind to die

iravoly, for that mercy would shown him he
did not for a moment believe.

lie saw that the gold that his master had left
was what Nick Rawhngs and Sim Lucas re
after, and he smiled grimly as he felt tha he
would have his revenge upon them by dying
with the secret to go with him into the grave.

CHAPTER XIII.
UNIerrnn GUESTS.
TURNING to Scraps in his bluff, rough man-
, nor, the self—a pointed cowboy Judge stepped
. up and looked xedly into his face. .
f The negro did not flinch from the glaring
eyes of the desperado.
“ What‘s yer name?” he thundered.
“ Scraps.’
“ Scraps 0’ what?”
“ My name am Zekiel Tanner; but I’se been
5; called Scraps since I we.e a boy,” and Scraps
i > spoke with considerable respect i his tone.
“.3 "‘ Whar on ’ai'th did yer git the name?” _
“ My old master gib it to me, ’cause I ust tor
rut:I ’gound de place pickin’ up all do scraps and
sic .
= The bully laughed roughly and said:
“ Scraps! What a name for a tombstone!”
‘ “Guess I won’t hab no tombstone.”
“Ye’re ri ht, for yer‘ll be in luck if yer gits
afigfi’ve, for ’d leave yer ter ther cayotes ter
[2
p “ You intends ter hang me?”
“ That’s jist what‘ll happen, nigger!”
' “ And ther Injun?”
“ I’ll hang him too.”
“ What for l”
“ Murder.” I
' .“ He hain’t no more guilty than I am.”
“I knows guilt when 1 sees it, and at you two
hain’t got ther sin 0’ murder on your souls, then
I’m a liar.”
" Yer sees yer own soul reflected in our honest
eyes,” was the quick response of scraps.
The bully seemed about to strike the bound
‘ man, as his comrades laughed at the remark;
but, checking himself, he said:

“ I won’t kick a man as is on ther gallers.”

.it Waal, I’m ready to die, and I guess Red
Wolf are, too. Hain’t you?” and Scraps turned
to the silent I ndian, W110 complacently an-
s‘wered:

" Me live, me die. all same.”

"‘ Now 'Ust hear dat, and he b’long to no
chu’ch nu her,” said Scraps in great admiration
of his red brother.

“ Soon go to happy hunting-grounds,” added
Red Wolf.
' ‘.‘ I hope I‘ll strike ther same trail; but maybe
they won’t Want no coon in Injun heben, and
new I t’inks. of it, I’d rather not go than .
dere is a luJun or two Idou’t want for m ‘
seein‘ as I sent ’em thar,” and Scraps seem
. trifle worried as to just which celestial destiny
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“ Yon er’s a good limb.”

“It’s ther boss for a gallows l"

And so the cries arose on all sides, while
Giant Saul and Nick Rawlings dragged the two
ginsoners’ toward the tree indicated as “ a good

ows.

As they went along Nick Rawlings, who had
hold of Scraps, said in a low tone:

“Tell me wliar that box are and durned if I
don’t save yer from hangin’.”

“Yer hain’t got ther narve ter do it, if yer
had ther heart. No sah, I dies silent!”

“ Durn yer,” growled Nick, and he struck the
ne 0 a blow in the face.

:1 spite of it the brave fellow laughed
li htly.

e was devoid of all fear of his tormentors
and intended murderers.

The party had now reached the tree, which was
just under the shelter of the hill behind the
cabin, and was the Very tree in which the tin
box was hidden.

Scraps’s heart almost stood still, for if a man
climbed the tree to put the rope over the limb,
he would be likely to find the tin box inits
hiding-place.

But Giant Saul skillful! threw the two
ends of the rope over the lim s, and then placed
tvl‘ire 1fcoils about the necks of Scraps and Red

0 .

“ Now, pards, git onto the ends of ther
lariats, four on each, and when I says pull, up
they oes!

“ 0w, nigger, if yer knows any scraps o’
prayers, shout away; and as fer you, Injun,
prayers don’t do heathen no good.

“ All ready l”

A shout answered his words, and the com-
mand to pull was just about to issue from his
lips when suddenly Ni ht Hawk and
Broncho Bill dashed upon he scene,.as if by
magic springing into their midst, and each
hand held a revolver. Then rung out in deadly
earnest the threatening words:

“ Hands up, all of you 1”

They were uninvited guests at the “ hanging
bee,” but they were too well known on that
border for the stern command of “ hands up ”
not to be obeyed.

From the ropes they held, up went the hands
of the eight men, fi r grouped together as the
were, and with full self-cocking revolvers, suc
as the Powell brothers were known to carry,
twenty-four bullets could be rained into that
crowd before a weapon could be drawn.

“Waal, hands is up, now what?” queried
Giant Saul, glancing first at Night Hawk and
then at Broncho Bill,who sat their horses serene-
ly, still covering the two groups with their re-
volvers.

CHAPTER XIV.
cownn.
“ I’LL tell you what is up, Giant Saul.
“ You are about to commit a foul murder, for
those two men are not guilty,” came the calm,
stern answer of Night awk to the huge des-

perado. . _
n “ It’s a lie! they is guilty!” yelled Nick Raw-
ngs.

A shot a single one, followed his words, and
as a bowl of pain came from his lips, Broncho
Bill coolly remarked:

_“ I’Ve marked your ear, Nick Rawlings, to re-
mlnc‘i, you that you called the wrong man a

at.

“ Pards. has we g5: for stand this?” whined
Rawlings.

“ Hands up all of you:

“ Move and we Open fire, and you know our
aim." and at nght Hawk’s Words the gang,
Erbith was becoming restless, became still as

eat . .

Riding forward a few paces Broncho Bill
lowered one revolver, took his knife from his
belt and quickly severed the bonds of Scraps. i;

DPQPEing the knife be said:

“ Pic it up and free the Comanche."

Scraps did not take an instant in obeying,

“ Now disarm those men. both of you.”

“ Yer’s cowards to take advantage 'cause yer
kin,” growled Giant Saul. .

. Broncho Bill laughed in but light way, and

ht Hawk said: '

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“ Yer knows ef we" kills er' would)” the:
whole fort down on us,” Giant'flaul.

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Will has Nick Rawlings’s, to keep civil tongues
in our heads.”

here was no mistaking that N ht Hawk
and Broncho Bill were in earnest, an the band
of bullies were cowed completely.

As the Indian and Scraps ha:l now disarmed
them. Night Hawk said, addressing the negro:

“ Now,,m man, what is the trouble between
you two‘an this gang of despera oes?”

“ You calls names new,” cried Giant Saul. .

“ If you don’t like what I say to you, take

our revolver, step off ten paces and resent
it,” and Night Hawk lea d from his horse
grasped a weapon, which scraps said belonged
to the giant and held it out to him, while
Broncho Bill ke t his weapons still covering the
group and the ndian and the negro also 8
read for deadly work, if called upon.

“ hain’t a-goin’ ter fight again’ deadsnre
odds.”
“ What odds?”

" Ther whole fort.” i

“ You hedge on the fort as an excuse for your
cowardice.

“ But we wish to hear the report of these two
men as to why you want to ban them. '

“ Now, my man. tell us w at it was all
about?” and Nigh: Hawk turned to Scraps. _ (

As for Scraps his whole form was trembling
with delight.

He had looked death squarely in the face
without a quiver of fear visible; but being
snatched from the very grave, as it were,
almost unnerved him.

“ I done tell yer all about it, boss, and you,
sah,” and he how ed to Broncho Bill, while he
spoke to Night Hawk. '

“Well, my man, take it coolly and let us
know.” ,

“Yes sah, gemmans,'me and my poor boss
glars’ Henry, we rid out for a hunt fer several
ays.

“ This are his ranch, yer see, and two 0’ these
men was his cowboys, sah.

“Waal, sah, we got chased by Injunsi and
we had a hard run of it and I e88 We’d hi?" . v '
been cotched if some sojers hadn’t come In x 
sight an’ run de Comanches back. ‘ - l

“ But poor Mars’ Henry he were wounded With “
an Injun arrer in his back. and I tuk him on to a
some timber and tried ter help him, but he says .
to me he know’d as how he were gwine ter die. . x_ ,- i

“ But, I went ofl.’ wid de canteens, to git some r
water, leavin’ Mars’ Henry lyin’ on de ground, I
and de hosses near him, when some Ingms .4 
jum ed me in de timber and chase me far 0 . _

“ is mighty spry on my feet, if I does wear
number ’lcvens, and I made de dirt fly too fast A
for dem In ’uns, and I got inter a little cabin
house dat leee’d in de woods.

“ I stayed dere all night, and next day de In»

'uns had gone and I went back to whar 1 left
liars! Henry. . 4 v _ 
“0h, gemmans, be war dead and tored to} ‘7. , ‘
pieces by de wolves, for de Injuns had tooken ;  ’
de horses and left him lying dere, arter robbin" . i. f_’
him, I s’pose, ’cause 1 didn’t see no clo’es ['63-
roun . _ .
“Wal, I buried what dere was ob de body. ~ ' .’
and den I started on foot fer home, and mighty .
tuckered out and hungry I kin tole yer. v 5.. .

“Den I seen three horsemen coming, and one  * 
was dis Injun gemman, who I know’d, and: ‘ . 7'
t’others was some 0’ de COu‘boy Pirit band.  ‘

“ Dey had jist captured Red Wolf, and day '
was gwine ter burn him up, for I were hidin’ an’

I done heerd dem say so. 0 '

“So I jist opened fire on ’em, and Ilillt d9 
half-breed man, and t’other, a Mexjkin,.3um 
on his pony powerful quick and got awa , for .
wasn’t anxious ter_ foller him, seein’ as I ad got /
de Comanche all right.   A,  u

“ I untied Red Wolf, and den I tuk de horse , ,5 
0’ de half-breed and we come home. K 

“I hab my orders from poor T-ISrS’Hem‘y "
afore he die, and 1 axed dc Comanche 1o lib wid g, ,
me here. and so he got his ontflt and eomcd i a .j';
home wn‘l me. I . i; p, 

“ Den I tole Mister Rawlmgs my story, and: ‘ " ‘
at night he and Sim Lucas dere, his rd. come ' i
at Red Wolf and me and bah US (1 sure: 2 i I

“ So dey make us prifi’nersi .
g0 arter de cowboys t0 __
for day pretend to 887 we km P00? .  
and dat he owe dem money, and 40y tuLled '. _

ranch and cattle.
“ But he on] owe ’em for dis month,
knows, and Nic and Sim, dem  men,

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" - “.‘We know that it is the truth my man, for
we can read signs pretty well and we have fol-

.lowed every step of your trai .

‘ .\ “ We saw your master’s graVe, and the

 . tri'aces showed us that he had been torn to

' eces.
“v. ' p “ We followed your track to the spring in the
timber, then your running trail to the old
cabin, a mile away, and could see the Indian
trails too.

“ The track of the two Cowboy Pirates across
the ,prairie with our Indian friend, the body of
the half-breed, alt-devoured by wolves, and
then the trail of yourself and the Comanche to
his cabin, and then here we followed without a
miss.

“We were watching, from the hill yonder,
the high-handed behavior of this gun of mur-
derers, for, from these I see here that know of,
they are little better than horse-thieves and cut-
throats, and we chipped in to save you, and I
1 am only sorry they did not have the nerve to

draw their guns, that we might rid the country
of some of them.” _

“ It is not too late now, if the feel an anXiety
to fl ’ht,” coolly said Broncho ill.

“ ey looks more anxious to git away den
dey does ter fight,” Scraps remarked, With a

we '
“ 611. they can go, and the two cowboys who
were employed by your master can go with
'them.

“ Have you the money to pay them ?”

“Yas, sah, I has it right wid me, for Mars’
Henry allus told me ter carry a hundred dollars
slough for fear 0’ accidents, and he OWed ’em

jist t irty dollars apiece at the end of dis
. .  .month.”
(I j - Scraps took from an inner pocket a roll of

bills, as he spoke, and counted out the amount
and handed it to Rawlings and Lucas.

“ Now get their traps, my man, and their
horses.”

This was quickly done by the negro, and then,
- covering the gang with their rifles, Night Hawk

“ ' said:

“ Will, empty their guns, please, and then let
them have them.”
 Instantly the weapons of the cowboys began
- ,5 ' ' ‘ to rattle lively in the hands of the handsome
‘ scout and when the last shot had been fired, he
. . called out:

. e. ,, . '  “Now mount and get!”

, . .. “ You’ll me this work, pards,” cried Giant

ii].

“Let that remind you to keep your word,”
‘ , '1 and quick as lightning Night Hawk’s weapon

 '- ' flashed, and, as Broncho Bill had done, he clipped
‘ the ear of the dosperado.

,  A” '3 ’ It; was enough, for the band sprung upon their
   ponies and dashed away, glad to get out.of
-~i  _. '_ range, while Scraps, in his admiration, cried
  -:  ' out:
m3,   “Oh, gemmans! if my poor Mars’ Henry had
3" '   I only know’d yer, he’d never hab wanted for
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, ' ' E?  PARDS.

.  .  eight cowboys rode off like the wind, un-
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,. evidentl .discussi the 5:39.331. 0g ’

 Both ight Haw and Broncho Bill had fully

 realized the desperate risk they had run in

., ‘, beaming the reckless cowboys.

 :4 . But they had carefully followed the trails, as

~ Night Hawk had said, and upon coming in si ht

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thing to save the Indian and the negro from
 {being- murdered, for, recogniznig a number of
, ,  'jzhe men they felt assured that. there was some
jigs otive for their actions, deeper than the mere
,. Red Wolf and Scraps. .
So they consulted together and. taking their
wn lives in their .hands, had boldly (lashed
.n the scene and a; once became masters of
e- situation. .
‘ The. crack shot of Broncho Billv, in clipping
'- ear of Nick “dings, had em to cow
.. , as he saw they were restless and ready to
v; out at a single word of snoouragement
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aussed the situation, evidently in no pleasant
nes.

But, with the cabin as a citadel and Red
Wolf and Scraps as allies neither Night Hawk
or Broncho Bill had any dread of the result of
an attack from them, though they were two to
one.

For a few moments it seemed as though the
cowboys were really meditating an attack 11 on
the ranch, for they were seen to be han ing
their weapons as though getting ready.

Then they turned their attention to the cattle,
and Scraps called out:

“ Lordy! day is gwine ter run off with ther
cattle.”

“Come, we must show a bold face tothose
fellows.

“Mount, and follow me," and Ni ht Hawk
at once sprung upon his horse, an Broncho
Bill and the others followed his example.

“ read out in a line and keep steady.

” Will. you take the left, and I will hold the
right, while Scraps and Red Wolf haVe' the
center.” '

So saying, Night Hawk moved forward, the
four starting out in a line of a hundred yards in
length. _

’1 he cowboys had in the mean time been sur-
rounding the cattle, eVidently having decided to
drive them off.

But the bold front shown by the two scouts.
in daring to come out and attack them, seemed
to check their plans, While one or two urged
that they Were driving off roperty that did not
belong to them, and 801 iers would be sent
a rainst them.

ut this was a subterfuge to escape a battle
with the four men, though they were two to one
against them. ,

Scraps’s skill as a rifleand pistol-shot was
well-known to both Rawhngs and Lucas, and
Red Wolf was sup 058d to be a bad band in a
fight, and especial y agalnst them would both
men be more than anxmus to do their best for
revenge. , I

Then the two Buckskin Brothers, as the
Powells were often called, were men to dread.

Their record was too well known for them not
to be feared. _

They had drifted to the laws as rancheros
on a small scale, and thong keeping a small
ranch, they Were also_ domg. duty as Govern-
ment scouts, when their serViCes were sought.

Several times they had been forced to show
their deadly marksmanship, and peaceable at
all times, when aroused they wore men who
Went to the bitter end.

These were the cons1derations which the cow~
boys felt urged them against a battle with the
Buckskin Brothers and their negro and Indian
allies.

After a short consultation, as that line of four
men came slowly but surely on, they gave a few
defiant yells an started off at a gallop.

The cattl> were then driven into the stockade,
along with the herd of mustangs, and Scraps
set about getting one of his splendid sup 1‘8
wfhieh his young master had always been so and
0

There was a fireplace outside of the cabin
under a shed, and here a tacle was set an
gel'éps was anxious to do himself more than
Justice in his culinary efforts, and he certainly
did, for the brothers were glad to confess that
they new? had enjoyed a better meal. _ .

That night Scra s got the box from its hiding-
place, and Night [gawk at his request wrote a
note to the one to whom the package of letters
was addressed, and made up all in 8. package,
with the miniature and a few other little trin-
kets. .

The miniature was set in gold and was of a
beautiful young irl, with a face that was most
fascinating, and ong the two scouts gazed upon
its, loveliness.

‘ Yer see sah.” explained Scraps.

“ Mars’ enry were from Alabama. whar he
lived on the lautation Wld his parents.

‘ were a born dere, gemmens, and it were
a lovely home. _

“But Mars' Henry he went inter ther arm .
and while he were at est Point he mid is
young leddy and fell in lub wid her.

“While he V‘siercil on 1éherl frontier somewhar, I
esses aroun t _e orti counu- his ren
5}; 0, yellow feber in Mobile, and 3;}... 313:8? 
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- e comed out to Alaham 8014 de' 018 home.
and den he struck out fer Temy’ Whfll‘ I “dilat-
ed he sh’u’d come. , '1‘ .
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he axed me to send dem t’ings right to do leddy
and I axes yer to do so, as yer says yer kin

’em from de fort.” ~

f‘ I mix see that they 0 straight; Scraps, and
Will 've you the receip for the r elivery.

“ ut this paper leaves Zekiel Tanner the
ranch, effects and money in hand, and it is
drawn in Galveston and witnessed there.”

“ That’s me, sah—I are Zekiel Tanner, called
ggke fer; short, and whom ole massa christened

ra .

“ es, I see it says ‘ Zekiel Tanner, nicknamed
Sen ', fl

“ es. sah, dat’s me.”

“ Well, you had better hide the box away
again, Wit your money and these other papers,
and I would not sug st puttin it again in the
tree, as it might be 3 uck by ightning, blown
down or burned.”

“ Dat’s so, sah, and I knows another place I’ll
put it. and you gemmans can know, so if any-
thing happens ter me, you will know whar der
pa ore is.

his matter havinir been settled. the rty re-
tired neither Night ilawk or Broncho Fill con-
sidering it worth while to keep a watch, as they
feared no trouble from the cowboys.

After a couple of days' rest at the ranch,
enjoying the good cooking] of Scraps, the Buck-
skin Brothers took their eparture for the post
leavin Scraps in session of his house, an
Red \ olf for his companion, for the negro and
the Indian had become inseparable pards,
the former doing all the talking for the two, as
the latter was always taciturn, seldom even
speakin ; but that the Comanche become great-
1 attac ed to the one who had saved his life,
t ere was no manner of doubt.

 

CHAPTER XVI.
WELL mu.

WHEN the Buckskin Brothers returned to the
fort, they had a warm welcome, and they were
glad to see that Lieutenant Dana was consider.
ed quite a hero after his victory over the Co-

I maiiches.
They also came in for their share of praise, for
Frank Dana was not one to wear another’s
laurels without giving full credit where it was
deserved. -
All were anxious to know what the two scouts
L had discovered on their long trail. and they re-
ported to the major in command the death of
the young ranchcro,and the scene that had taken
place at the ranch between them and the cow-
‘0 s.

“ I half believe that some of these cowboys

Rio Grande colonel,” said Night Hawk.

“Well, if
case, Powell,
En any prop]: which you or

rin , was eanswer of Ma 'or rin .

Thin he added: 3 Lo 8

“The outlawry on this border is something
fearful, and it is mostly owing to the fact that
Mexico nifords a hiding-place for all scamps
who fly from justice on this side, and Mexican
outlaws run over on Texan soil toescape punish-
ment from their Government.

against, and altogether, itz's a knot the unravel-
ing of which will require time and much
stretching of hemp. ‘5
“ But you go sheaf! in Your KOOd work, for
you are of most asmstance to me, and before
long the good points 0‘ Your Slrvice will begin.
to show.” ‘ ,
This gave the Buckskin Brothersa kind of
roving PflWleEes and they were more than will-
ing to be on t 6 watch while attendin to the
duties devolVIPi-i upon them at their ll e ranch,
wmch, as their mother was there with .them,
theynhlad Settled as far from the danger line a.
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p0firs. Powell. the mother of Night Hawk and
Broncho Bill,'vas a woman Perfectly fee rless,and‘
she‘ could handle a rifle and revolver with deadly:
aim, if need be, 

on the border, and thei r erVe of mustangs and:
herd of cattlagwcre increasmg in number. rap;
idlfirand con. uently in value. 
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gallant sons, and ever anxious to e _
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“Then there are the Comanchesto contend?

Their h. me was as comfortable a one as 

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nearest the river are mixed up with this band of ,.
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tion that might suggest itself, or that they
mi ht be needed upon.

aving sent the package, intrusted to their
keeping by Scraps, to the address given, Night
Hawk and Broncho Bill set out upon a visit to
their home.

After a stay there of a couple of weeks, they
a ain took the trail, and, a couple of months
a ter leaving the fort they were back again
With much valuable information which they had

iicked up, and which was of much serVico to

a 'or Lionel.

he receipt for the lackage, safely delivered,
was returned, and so 'ight Hawk suggested a
visit to Ranchero’s Rest, to deliver it to Scraps
about whom they felt some little anxiety.

Broncho Bill was more than willing, and telling
the major they would do more scouting work,
they set out for the ranch.

After nine days’ ride, having often turned
from their trail to look at “Indian signs ” they
camped one night some ten miles from {anch—
ero’s Rest, intending to make an early start the
next morning and arrive in time for one of
Scrups’s good breakfasts.

They awoke bet’oredawn and instantly Bron-
cho Bill called out:

“ \Vhat’s that red glare, George?”

“ I don’t know; it must be a prairie fire,” was
the answer.

“ It,is right in the direction of the Ranchero’s

‘f lieu are right, so let us get at once on the
we . .

' he blankets were rolled up, horses saddled,
and mounting, the y set elf at. a cantor.

As they ascended a rise of the prairie, they
saw that the horizon to the south was one vast
glare of red.

“ Will?"

“ Yes George.”

“ I believe they have done it at last.”

“ Those cowboys?”

“ Yes; Rawlmgs and his gang.”

“I guess you are right; but I hope no harm
has befallen poor Scraps and the Comanche.”

“ I trust not; but it those villains set the cabin
on fire, you may be sure that it was with the
new and the Indian in it.”

fitter riding swiftly along for some distance,
Broncho Bill said, sharply:

“ George?”

H Yea,

“ We must rid the country of that gang, for,
with the major I believe that the Cowboy Pi-

ltogether men belonging to the
band of that Mexican. San Cruz.” '

“ Such is my idea and I am ready for the

time, Will,” was the quiet re-
sponse, and ighthawk Powell meant just what

_ It was now daybreak, and as the Buckskin
Brothers dashed across the prairie, suddenly ap-
- before them two men.
‘ They were on foot, and running at full speed.
At a lance they were recognized, for Broncho
Bill ca ed out:
‘ “ Scraps and Red Wolf, for all I am worth!”
“ Correct! and they are ursued,” was the re-
sponse of N ighthawk, and the horses were put to
a mute meet the two men, so well“ met, for a
moment after a party of horsemen dashed from

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 CHAPTER XVII.

 A MIDNIG‘HT RAID. .

' WHEN seen by Nighthawk and Broncho Bill
both Scraps and Red Wolf Were domg their level
best at making time.

The sight of the two horsemen had at first
caused them to halt, for their eves were blurred
from their running so fast, and they did not re-
cognize them. _

,' But when Red Wolf said:

2 “Night Hawk and Broncho Bill,” it was the
signal for one of Sn‘aps’s old-fashioned planta-
_ he gave it with a vengeance,
while Red Wolf shouted back at his pursucrs a
crv of defiance. .

, ‘ The two scouts echoed the shouts with their
awrn ringms war-cries, and spurred to the rescue,
their rifles  .
,{There were our men in pursuit. and they
came,swirtl,v 011. until some one happened to

 the scouts, and shouted; . \, a H

u ld, pardSl it 1! ther Buckskin Brothers!” , v.-
the scout; , e
v came "'1 fly On they tude and retreated .

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Upon reachin the two fugitives, Night Hawk
and Broncho ill were greeted with warm ex-
paessions of gratitude from Scraps, while Red

olf said:

“ Much heap good brother.

“ Bi white chiefs.”

“ hat is the trouble, Scraps?” asked Night
Hawk.

“ Burned out, boss.”

“ They have burned your cabin?”

“ Yas, sah, all gone,” panted the negro.

“Who did it?"

“ Don’t know ’zactly, sah, for dey wored cloth
over their faces for masks; but dere was two as
cu’dn’t mask their shape.”

“ Nick Rawlings and Giant Saul ?”

“ Yas, sah, dem’s de ones, or dere is two like
’em in shape.”

“ I guess you are not far wrong, Scraps.

“ But how many are there in the gang?”

“I counted nine, sab."

“ Well, tell us about it, now you have. got
your breath, and we will then go back with you,
and if these men bar our way they must fight,
though we wish no trouble with them unless
they provoke it.”

“ They going to fight, sub, for dey is dere in
de woods, and dere is three more of ’em back
yonder.”

“ I thought you said there were nine?”

“ Dere was nine, sub.”

‘6 Ah!”

“Two are missing?” asked Broncho Bill with
a smile.

“ Yas, sah, two is gwine ter keep missin‘,
too.”

“ Tell us about it.”

“ Waal. gemmens, matters has been regulatin’
along all right up to past few days, when me
and Red Woif seen trails around we didn’t
like.

“Dere was tracks about de cabin, made wid
boot-heels, and around de corral, and so we con-
cluded we was gwine ter git into trouble.

“ So I took some belongings I didn't wont
hurt out inter ther woods, whar I has a hidin’-
place, and den me and Wolf begin to watch 0’
nights. ‘ p v

“ It were lucky for us that we beginned that
ver night, which were last night, for about
mi night, while I were sleepin’, and the chief
were watchin’, he waked me up and say:

“ Look darl” '

“I looked, and I seen things wasn’t ri ht fer
thar was half a dozen men about the stoc ado.

“ They was too many for us, so we. didn’t do
nothin’ but lie still, as thar was none of ’em we
then ht about ther cabin.

“ etty soon ther stockade gates was open,
and ther stock all was druv out onto ther
perarer.

“ I were mad but I didn’t say nothin’, and of
course Red Wolf ‘he kept quiet, for he always
do.

“ Soon arter ther stock were druv off, I heerd
a loud knock at the Cabin door, and a voice call
out:

i: ‘ Hain’t you red and black niggers gwine ter
3 u i’

. “ f course there was no reply, and the knock-
ing and calling were kept up, ontil they begun
to pound at ther door very heavy.

‘ They seen our saddles, for we should have
tuck them and our horses with us, and they
thought sure we was in ther cabin.

“ Burn ’em out,” then we heard one say, and
all of ’em yelled. I

“ Soon - they had a fire, and they piled things
up ag’ln’ ther door, and I know’d ther cabin
were a goner.. _

“ Ther lire burned slow at first; but it soon get
quick, and then says I ter the chief:

"- ‘ We is ruined, Wolf.’ ” ‘

“He say back to me:

“ ‘ Much heap revenge; have good time kill
bad pale-face? ’

Both Night I_-Iawk and Broncho Bill burst out
hugging at this, and the former said:

“ ut go on With your story, Scraps.”

“Yes, sah; bull dere haln’t much more to tell,
for when do cabin burn hot, and we didn’t come
out, they call out we was hidin’ somewhar
round, and to look us up.

“ Den we concluded to git, and we was gittin’
ight along pretty peel't, when three of ’em spy
and cameo-running arter- us.

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“ Get your ammunition first, and then you’ll
not forget your rifle or revolvers.” ' .
“ You made another mistake in not havin
gour homes with yon. or near you, in hiding,
roncho Bill added.

“ Yas sah: but I is l’arning ra id, and if they
don’t kill me I’ll git eddicated) in time; but
Lordy, how glad I is to be yer’ gemmans.

“ But does yer intend ter fight dem varmints
in de woods?”

“ There are no men there, Scraps," said Bron.
chn Bill. '

“ Yas sub, for didn’t yer seen ’em?”

“Yes, we saw them make a show of stopping
there to fight."

“ Day is dere, ssh.”

“ No, for they sent their horses back with one
of their men while they took positions behind
treeS. preten ing they meant to remain.

“Then they crept away and are along way
011’ b' now.”

“ ordy! you gemmans reads folks’ doin
same as a book,” said Scra s with admiration in
voice and look, while Red 01f remarked in his
terse way: , V

“ Yes, big chiefs.” .

“ Well, we will go on and see if we cannot find
you a mount, and you follow on as rapidly as
possible,” and. the two scouts rode straight on
toward the timber where they had seen the
horsemen prepare for resistance against them.

CHAPTER XVIII.
AT THE RUINED RANGE.

11‘ proved to be just as Broncho Bill had sur— ,
mised, that the horsemen had only made a show l
at a stand in the timber, and had then crept ofi‘,
mounted their horses and fled at full Speed.

Whoever they happened to be they were anx-
ious to hasten back, remove the bodies of their
two men, slain by the Comanche and Scmps, So
that dead men should tell no tales, and then
urge their companions to hasten on with the
stock, as there were u 11 their track two scouts
who might have at t eir back a large force of
soldiers.

So the four men fled in hot haste, and reach~
ing the bodies of their comrades took them ,
across their horses and pressed on after those
who were drivin ofl the stolen stock. ,

Not willin to save the chief and Scraps too
far behind, t J soouts went at a slow pace for V ‘ -
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signs that they raw with unerring truth.

They saw where the two men had fallen from
their horses, under the fire of the Indian and ,
negro, and where the one man who had escaped ,
of the three in pursuit had turned back to get,‘
others to go in chase. _

The tracks of the four returmu , when they ,
had dismounted and picked up t e bodies, or-
wounded men. whichever they might 866, were V -
gone over patiently and unerringly. .\

“ George?” .« '

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“ When those two men fell from their horses
the animals went off this way, see!” and Broncho  -
Bill inted to two trails. ‘ .

“ on are right.” . ~

“There are no other trails followmg, so the “r .
horses were doubtless not caught.” 1'“: l

“ By Jove! the very thing, for we can mount  v ‘
ISIcrafis and Red Wolf at once,” cried N1gh.’, T" '

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“ You wait here for them to come up, and I’ll
follow the trails of the twO horses, for they can-
not have gone far.” '

So Broncho Bill rode OR at a. cantor, readily
following the trails, which be t well together.

After about half a mile’s ri e be came In Sight
of the horses, feeding in a bottom.

They were saddled and .bridled, and the rein
of one had caught his feet and 1109pr him. .

The other animal started to run, havmg not ,4
recovered from his fright of having his master ff;
shot from his back, which always alarms a
blerse greatly, and Broncho Bill at once went in
c ase.’ ,

Lmsing his lariat he soon had it in _hand, :- -
as his Splendid horse carried him Within less 1:
range of the flying animal, 'he launched th ‘
noose through the air. .

At once his skill was sham}. for the sauna
was securely caught. and seeming to know the ‘ “
to go on WOUld give him a hard (all, he nice] a
stopped short. = \- x

The other horse was then vainly captured :‘
freed from the tangled reins. ,

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returned. and were following close behind Night
Hawk when he overtook them.
“That was good work of yours, Will, for now
we are fixed, and with a pair of extra rifles and
' ammunition in the bargain," said Night Hawk.
The Indian and negro at once mounted the
‘ horses, and seemed greatly pleased With their
, mounts and the outfit they had secured.
‘E As they came near the ranch, Broncho Bill
scouted in ahead, but his call soon told the others
to come on, as there were no foes there.

The wicked work of the raiders was well done,
however, for the cabin was in ashes and the
stockade was slowly burning a n'n y.

This was quickly stopped, however, by remov-
ing a few of the timbers, and then Scraps sought
the place where he had certain tlllllgl-l cached in
a secure hiding-place. illl'l the result was a very
fine breakfast was Soon i'eudy.

Not a mustang or a steer had been left behind
by the raiders, and they had ruined all that
they could destroy before leaving, and Scraps’s
Eyes filled with tears as he looked at the ruined

ome.

“ Gemmflns. does yer know what I has done?”
he asked the scouts.

“ What is it, Scra s?”

“ Waal yer know is somethin’of a carpenter
in my line, and l jist made a fu‘st rate colliu,
and then tuk a shovel and spade, tWU lllUSmlll-CS
3.11:1 do ambulance, which Mars’ Henry brought
here wid him. and which dcm devils has burnt
up, and while Red Wolf wk keor of do ranch I
SUO-ltexl oll’ up to wl-iar do grave were.”

“ The ranchero‘s’l”

“ Yas sah.”

“ An you dug up the body?”

“ Yasasah, what dere was left ob it, and 1
fetched it here, and of yer’ll come wid me I’ll
show yer.”

They followed the noble negro in silence, and
at a pretty spot, on the banks of the stream,
they beheld a grave. ,

V It was neatly rounded, and upon 1t Wild flow-
ers had been planted, and so faithfully had they
, ‘ been cared for that they were blooming brightly,

At the head of the grave was a Wooden crOSs,
and into it had been cut with real artistic skill
in lettering:

5‘: “ POOR MARS’ HENRY.”

7’ It was a simple tribute from the faithful
negro, and he said: .

‘ Mars’ Henry ust ter like ter come here,
gemmans, and he lie right whar dat grave am,
, and read by de hour.

* “ So I fetched him here, where his grave
, wouldn’t be so lonesome near to me.” .
V  , The Scouts did not speak,| and Broncho Bill

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i. \. upon the nggro’s shoulder and 
. ,7, “Scraps, in the language of the Bible I can
‘ 3 say to on:

. “ Well done thou good and faithful servant.”

Then Night Hawk said that they must be
,. upon the trail of the raiders, and walked away.
' ‘ But glancing back, as he was some distance
« 011', he saw Scraps on his knees by the grave, his
head uncovered and his face upraised as though

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CHAPTER XIX.

, ‘ 'rmi: TELL-TALE GRAVES. '
_ AFTER a rest of seVeral hours at the vruined
:43, much, the scouts, the Indian and Scraps, mount-
‘ 1 r ed their horses and set ofl? upon the broad 3T3“
 left by the cattle-thieves.

They knew that the herd had fully ten hours’
1mm of them, and would be driven hard,
while it being the first day’s drive tbecattle
Would be fresh an’1 be able to make a long
march. . ,

That they could retake the herd the scouts did
not believe, for they felt assured that ir‘ nine
men had. come to the ranch, others were doubt-
~ near as a, reserve, or support, for the cow-

ys, if tha were the gen Which had tried to
. aiiiegs. the mmche and craps, certainly bad

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responded Scraps, and Red Wolf gave a grunt
of ready assent.

The two captured horses proved to be excel-
lent ones, and as the Scouts rode animals that
had not their superior on the b-rder, for spccd'
and staying qualities, and in fact few equals, the
four pressed on at a good pace.

Aftcr going some miles and watching the trail
(thsvly, lironcho Bill called a halt and looked at
his brother. ,

“ I see what you mean, Will,” said Night
Hawk with a smile.

“ You see this small trail going off here?”

it Yes.”

“ Two horses and about half-a-dozcn cattle?”

“ Yes, it looks as though the cattle had made
a break here, and then had gotten ell? into the
woods."

“ So it looks; but was it so?”

“ That was what I was thinking, Will, for
there may have been a reason for these cattle to
break oll‘ here.”

“ There was a reason; but we can go on and
watch to see where the trail rejoins the main
one.”

This they did, and it was about half a mile

*Vond.

_Without a word Night Hawk and Broneho
Bill turned back on the small trail, and the two
others followed, Scraps wondering what dis-
covery the scouts had made that seemed to in-
terest them so.

For his part he only saw the tracks of a few
cattle and tWo horses, which had broken from
the trail, and aftera short run had been brought
back again.

d. C113m; the scouts saw more in it, or thought they
1 .

. A ride of a quarter of a mile brought them

into some timber, and straight toward a thicket

the scouts led the way. .

‘.‘ There it iS, Will,” uietly said Night Hawk,
pomting to a spot lOOSe y covered with leaves.

“ Yes, and we will see who they are.

“ Come, let us dig down into this grave, for it
{isn’t deep,” and Broncho Bill sprung from his

orse.

The others followed his .example, the leaves
were thrown aside, and w1th knife and sticks
the soft dirt was removed.

The grave was perfectly flat, the loose dirt
havmg evidently been our ied of! in bags, or.
cloths, to drop in some stream.

But for the superior knowledge of the Buck—
skin isrothers, the bodies of the two men lying
within Would not have been found.

They were soon exposed, and had been thrown
iter the shallow hole without a blanket around

em.

f‘ You and Wolf aimed well, Scraps,” said
Night Hawk, pointing to the bullet wounds in
the heads of the men.

The dirt Was brushed from the faces, and
then 'Broncho Bill said quietly: .

“ They are two of your friends, Scraps.”

“Yasa Sah, I knows them.”

ffiSanie bad pale-face,” said Red Wolf recog-
Illszl two of the party of eight who had so
nearly Put an end to the life of Scraps and
himself.

“Let us fill in the grave and then push on.

“ We cannot catch the herd, but we may
meet some of the men Comingr back.

“If not, We know who six of the party are:
and the ninth we must find out, for two are ac-
counted fOl'i” Night Hawk said.

The grave was than made as it was before,
and the four horsemen pushed on once more
after the stolen herd and the band of robbers.

CHAPTER XX-
, GIVEN WARNINQ.

W HEN the party reached the R10 Grande, the
herd of stolen cattle and mustangs had ali'eadv
been run across the river into M'exman territory.

They halted long enough to discover if any of
the robbers had then turned back, but they
were not able to find any and SO they Passed 0”
down the river, Ni ht Hawk remarking that
the cowboys w ld e anxmus to return to the!
ranches where ey belonged and would natal"

lly cross the river With the herd and records at
anotlher ford, so as to throw all pursuitofl “10
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pronounced the tracks of five of the horses.
made by the same animals which they had.
trailed.

They had, in following the track of the cattle,
seen other marks that indicated the nine men .
who had been at the ranch were not all of the
party, for the mustan s that were stolen were - '
unshod, and there h been half a dozen ani- '
mals wearing shccs. 

Taking the trails of the four horses that had
recrossed the river, and which were as familiar
to their practiced eyes as the hoof-marks of their
own animals, they set off upon the back trail.

{kit a certain point one separated and Scraps
saii :

“ It goes to ther ranch of Mister Binney.”

“ How many cowboys has he, Scraps?”

u pilve’ who!

“ We Will just call upon Mr. Binne ,” said
Night Hawk, and a ride of six miles rought '
them to the Binney Ranch. .

The trail led directly to it, and as they rode
up Binney and his five cowboys were just sitting .
down to dinner in the kitchen cabin.

The scouts knew Rnnchman Blnney, and so-

Night Hawk called out:

“ H0, Mr. Binney, have you lost any stock ,
latcl v ’l” l

“ No, Mr. Powell; but won’t you come in and
have some dinner?”

“ One moment, please,” and Night Hawk
asked in a low tone: 

“ Any of your cowboys been of! the past few -
days?” ’

“ Yes, Rufus Davis has been over to see his
brother.”

“Ah, yes, I see Rufus in there now." and as
though going to take dinner, Night Hawk dis»
mount .

The cowboy who answered to the name of
Rufus Davis was a short stout fellow, with a
face that would not bear close inspect-ion, if one
was looking in it for any noble traits. I. .

He was pale as the scouts entered, for he had I
seen them ride 11 , but he did not suppose that '
they had track him so surely. .

“ Good-morning, gentlemen.” said Night 5
Hawk, pleasantly, and he took his ha}; of! as he '5
entered the cabin, but it covered the act of his 5 , . 
drawing a revolver, and he had the man covered  _ , r _
in an instant, while he said, sternly: v; ‘ ’- If

“ Davis, on are my prisoner!” ; ' ’ 

Broncho ill, the negro, and the Indian stood *’
ready to “ hold the fort,” should others inter--

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But having covered his man, Night
stepped up to him and in a moment
ed him. I - ,
“ Mr. Binney, I am sorry, sir, to tell on that, a '
you have a black sheep among your oclr, for;
this man deserves hangmfi. ,9 -

“We will take him Wit us, for there are some;
of his comrades that we wish him to meet.” i: \_

"What has he been doing, Night as.ka
asked one of the other four cowboys present. ‘

. “ Cattle-stealing.” , .

“ If we’d ’a’ know‘d that; we’d ’9) hanged him;
bl"? I hopes You can prove it.”

, "Oh, yes, I do not act hastily. - .
“ I wrong no man without roof. ' .
“See here!” and Night 8W1! drew a red -‘

handkerchief from the pocket of the prisoner-
and said: » I

“ Do you see these holes cut in here? .

“ Well, he wore this as a mask In some devilish.
work he has been doing. I -, l.

“Mr. Binney. pardon 0111‘_ unpleasant inter- \
ru tion, but this man goes With Us.” 3-

‘ l have nothan $0 885’. Powell, for I know
you act under Government orders, and if Davis- | ,
18 guilty let him Butler,” was the flap] .of the-
ranchero. ‘ _ .

Binding the” prisoner uickly, the party
made him mount his OW‘D(1.IOI‘S8. which ono'of _
the mwaVS brought around saddled and ready,
and then all rode away. ..  ‘ .  I g

‘ Back to the trail they went. and taking it u . « :  ,

me more, they pressed on until another track ‘ ~, 
branched oil’ to another ranch. ,1 - . ‘ ' .

Here another of the four was surpriseda "
captured, and the honest. cowboy comrades ~
hadéieceived were very Wlllmg to see him . ' . ,
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“ I dunno,” was the sullen reply.

“ Well, I could force you to know, if I took
harsh measures; but I think he will take warn-
tiiig ,when he knows that you have left the coun-
. y.

“Does yer mean for us ter leave that way?”
and Nick Rawlings pointed toward the ground.

“ It is the way that you should leave, after
being guilty of the crimes you have.

“ But we are going to be merciful,” and then
the scouts turned on toward the Ranchero’s
Rest, while Red Wolf and Scraps were told to
go to the two nearest ranches and ask the people
to come to the ruin the next mornin .

It was late that night when R Wolf and
Scraps returned, and their report was that the
rancheros and their cowboys would be on hand
at the time appointed.

That night the cowboys rested uneasily, for
they felt assured that the gathering the next
morning would be to hang them.

In their coward hearts they feared death, and
their wicked lives came before them to smite
their conscience with the full of their iniquity.

The party camped at the river and the next
morning rose 35) bright and early, and Scraps
soon had a go breakfast prepared, which was
also given to the risoners.

But they had ost their appetites, and they
turned liV‘ld with fear when they beheld a party
of horsemen advancing at a gallop toward the
timber. ,

It was a ranchero and half a dozen of his
men.

Soon after another ranchero and two cow-
Tboys arrived, and Night Hawk at once said:

“ Gentlemen, I have here four men who dis-
grace the name of cowboy. -

“ They were guilty of intended murder, and
they came here to avenge themselves upon this
colored man and his Indian friend, because my
brother and myself would not let them hang
them for a crime which Scraps and Red Wolf
had nevor committed.

“ g on see this ruin?

“ Well. they were with a party that came
here a few nights ago and t is is the result
while the cattle were run off from the ranch an
driven across the border.”

“ Hang ’em I” shouted a voice.

“ String ’em 11 !"

“Up with ’em! ’ -

, Such were the cries that went up from the
-_ crowd. But Night Hawk was perfectly calm,
‘ and said: .

“ N o, I do not intend that they shall hang, at

least nOW. -

“But I called you together to hear me tell

them that they have got to get out of this coun-

try with all speed.

‘ " The Rio Grande is not,very far away, and

there are friends there awaiting them.

1“ If they ever return to this country again,
on any pretense, show them no mercy, for they
will come but to rob and murder.

“ Neither my brother or myself, Scraps or

.Red Wolf will be merciful another time.

1 “ Unbind them, Scraps, and let them go.” .

“Better hang ’em now and save trouble an-

other time,” said a cowboy.

“No, they go free now; but we have given

' them warning. _
=“ Don’t take life Without good cause, gentle-
. men' but if they return you Will have cause.

“ Are they ready, Scraps t”

my”, ssh.”

“Men. mount and be off, and forget not the

warning.” _

Not a Word did they utter, but putting spurs

to their horses they dashed away amid the Jeers
- of their earnest companions, and they took the
in est trail to the Rio Grande.

. on after the rancheras and the cowboys de-
parted, after thanking the .Buekskin Brothers
A or having trailed the traitors to earth.

' 9‘ Well, Scraps, what do on and Red Wolf
intend to do new?” asked roncho Bill, as the
four. were left alone together.

 Ivl‘prlclly, gemgiens, I don’t know.”

3 9 What 0 you 5a 1:0 30in with us?”
asked Niaht Hawk. y 8

Even Wolf’s almost bronze face showed
-. leasure at this, and so it Was decided that Red

elf and Scraps should join the Buckskin
Brothers. . 
{ And thus it Was, long after that they were,
as the reader will remember, with Night Hawk
and ho Bill on some mysterious service

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which caused them to find a camp in the ruin -

the Old Mission, which had been avoided

‘   hunters, cowboys and Indians as the  of

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reader will also recall, and now the thread of
my sto will be taken up once more at the old
ruined ion.

CHAPTER XXI.
THE CAMP IN THE RUIN.

WHEN Scraps approached the spot where
George and Will Powell stood, conversing with
the strange inhabitant of the old ruin, he was
certainly in great trepidation.

He had taken to flight in actual belief that he
would find a ghost riding behind him before he
went very far.

Plunging across the ford, he had set off over
the prairie at a pace which threatened to dis-
tance even a spirit pursuer.

But Scraps was an odd character.

He was superstitious, as are all of his race,
and in fact about half the white race are, also,
only they won’t admit it. '

But Scraps was daring to a degree of reck-
lessness, as has been seen, if he did not have
f0 {lace what he supposed was from the spirit
an .

He had found it very hard to muster up
courage to go after the remains of his master
and' bring them back to be buried near the
ruin. .

Had it been any one else, Scraps never would
have gone.

But when he saw the phantom barring their
way to the ruined mission, it was too much for
him, and he was off like a shot.

He dared not at first glance behind him.

But after goin 8. short distance, and finding
that neither the omanche nor the scouts were
following him, he felt ashamed and drew rein.

Then he mustered up courage and looked be-
hind him.

No ghost was upon his saddle-crapper.

Ho glanced back toward the ruin.

h Not a sound greeted his ears, not a soul did
e sec.

What had become of the scouts and of Red
Wolf?

Had the ghosts gobbled them up?

Scraps hoped not but feared so.

Then he made up his mind that what others
could face he should not be afraid of, and so he
decided to move back upon the ruin.

Just then he heard a heavy splashing of water
toward the river.

“ Dat hain’t no ghost, I reckons,” he mut-
tered.

But he came to a halt, for he had been mov-
ing slowly back toward the river

oon he heard hoof-beats, and a moment after
a horseman appeared in sight.

He was not robed in white, did not ride a
snowy horse, and so Scraps‘ stood his ground.

“ lt’s Red Wolf,” he said, after a while.

“Ho, black chief,” called out Red Wolf, who
always honored Scraps with that title, greatly
to his delight.

" Yes red chief, I'm right here.”

a The romanche diew rein by the side of the
negro and said:
White chief say come.”

“ And the ghosteses?”

“ Woman 1’

“ What! a woman’s ghosteses?”

“ Pale-face woman, no spirit!”

“ Ah !” and Scraps brightened up, but then
asked dubiously: ‘

“ Is you sart’in ’bout dat, Red Wolf?”

“ Comanche talk straight.”

“ I’ll go With you,” and considerably ashamed
of himself for havmgdecamped with such haste,
Scraps made up for it by riding back in a run
to the ford.

Soon after be halted b the river, but he had
approached it very slow_y. '

.“ Well, Scraps, the spirit that haunts this old
river is this lady who seems to have met with
some misfortune, and I Wish you to treat her
most kindly. and neither you nor Red Wolf, in
aNuyhzva , even refer to her being here,” said

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5N0.  George: but I hain’t skeert ef
yer sure’ the lady hain’t no sperret,” Scraps
said, cautiously and in a whis r.

The brothers lau bed at crapS’ wish to be
sure, and Broncho B said:

“ If you will speak and reassure, Sara 5.
ladth am sure he will do all in 'his‘ power or

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so believe me and shun: this ruin.
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,an‘ ii an. woman. ~', the
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ef Scraps kin serve yer, 'ist call on him.” '

The woman now told t e scouts where to find
a good camping-place, and a fire was built in
the chapel, so as not to be seen at a distance
should red-skin or hunter be passing near, and
Scraps set to work to get sup er.

The surroundings certain y were gloomy
with graves about them of the manner
people who had dwelt there long before, and
with the old ruins sheltering them, but the
scouts allowed nothing to dampen their spirits,
and talked pleasantly with the woman, who, at
Elicir request, came and joined them before the

e.

(As the firelight fell upon her they saw that
her form was slender and graceful and her long
black hair fell in loose waves far below her
waist.

But about her head, and drawn over her face
she wore a Spanish vail which completely hid
every feature excepting her large, glorious
eyes.

As she said nothing'of who she was, the
scouts would not question her; but hoped to see
her face when supper was announced.

But she declined any food, saying that she
had eaten her frugal meal before their ar-
riva .

Soon after she arose, said she would see them
in the morning, and with a bow she glided
away.

Scraps did not sleep well that night, but
dreamed of spooks and goblins.

He wanted to see that ruin in the daylight,
before he would feel content.

As for Red Wolf, with his usual indifference _
to circumstances and surroundings, he rolled '

himself in his blanket and was soon fast asleep,
while the scouts rested with no dread of being
disturbed in, that gloomy place. i

The morning found Scraps up at break of day,
and all were, when they looked about them,
more pleased with their surroundings. _

There was avast quantity of grass, which had
not been fed OVer by cattle, and it was the very
place for asecret camp.

There were springs about in the woods, trick-
ling away in tiny streams down to the river,
and the old ruin loomed up better and more in-
viting by daylight.

A spot was chosen for a camp, and a cabin of
small logs was quickly built, the scouis prefer-
ring it to the ruin to sleep in.

The strange ocr-upant ot' the old chapel a
peared by aylight, but still were her v ,
which shielded her face.

Her little room in the chapel was not an un-
pleasant onc, and she told the scouts that she
had come there on horseback and accompanied
by one person who had brought her certain
articles to make her as comfortable as she could
be in the wild, solitary life she led.

Who that one’ person was she did not say, nor -‘

was she asked. ‘
Her attire was coarse, .yet neat, and both

Night Hawk and Broncho Bill wondered at the .. V’

strange mystery which had caused her to seek a
refuge in tnat drear spot, with no companion-
ship about her. . ' .

’l'hat which had brought the scouts to seek the
ruin, was a desire tu occupy a position conveni-
ent to the Rio Grande, and from whence they
could spy out certain nioVements of outlaws,
who were committing at times certain depreda-
time upon Texan rancheros and settl rs.

. Since they had driven the four cow oys away
from Rant-hero’s Rest, With a warning never to
return, they had not been again seen upon
Texan soil. I ‘ \

For some time after this all had gone well,
and Giant Saul had disappeared mysteriously
from the haunts which had known him.

There were these who asserted that Giant

Saul, Nick Rawlings, Sim Lucas and the other!

whom the scouts had so promptly exiled, had
joined the band of Cowboy Pira'es under San
Cruz, :1 bold and merciless Mexican, Who we ed
war against Texas for both revenge and it
was said. _

As to whether the five COWbOys had 5011-1611
San Cruz or not, no proof could be given

But, after a reason of comp rntivc rest from
raids along the Rio Cbnnde iiontiei‘, suddenly

war-path, 1111'}. the C-JWMJ‘I' Exams again beg
their raids into Texan territory. ‘

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ring upon a scouting expedition to discover all

of the Comanches, and the raids of the Cowboy
Pirates.

They were gone for sever ! weeks and then
returned to the fort and mad .,- their report.

‘  i They felt assured, so they told in.- major, that i

the Colnauches llml been urged upon (in: war-
pu. once more by San Cruz 111M owzmy Pn-nio
Chlci’, who intended to tum: ilil\';.lllllgv oi Linc

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spies among the, cowboys on tin: ranches, and
we will have lo hnnt thuni out.

“ As this is a most important matter, for the
Cowboy Pirates can do a vast deal of damage
if their raids are not put an end to, Will an
myself, with our red and black pai'ds, Will take
the matter in hand and we hope to render a
good report.” _

“ I have chry confidence that you Will,
Powell and if you need troops only send for
them, for Dana. is most anxious to ct of! on
another expedition with you so that 6 can add
, new laurels to his fame," replied the major, and
7 . the Scouts set off on their return to their, ranch
‘ to their two allies, Red Wolf and Scraps,
.‘ an make ready for their perilous work of trail-
:‘ ing the Cowboy Pirates to the bitter end.

CHAPTER XXII.
UNFORGOTTEN.

As both Night Hawk and Broncho Bill well
understood the full danger of their undertaking
against the outlaws of the frontier, they wished
to go in every way prepared for all emergencies
, which might occur.

Their rifles and revolvers needed overhauling.
and their saddles and bridles could be battered
'} « by some additions and mending.

Then they Wished 8. bountifu supply of am-
“ munition of all kinds, and a complete y now out-
’ fit for camp life, with boots and clothing for
themselves, and their red and black com-

nlons.

paTo get all these they had to go to the nearest

city, and so they set oil? at once for San

.‘Antonio. . ‘

I They had made their purcnases and were

v‘ waiting for them to be gotten all ready for

them, which would take until the morrow, and

so Broncho Bill suggested that they should at-

tend the theater that night, as there was an

operatic com any in town.

T ‘ , Night Haw was only too _willing, and secur-

 ,. ' ing good seats the Buckskin-Brothers settled

"; themselves to enjoying the performance.

’I'F' The curtain rose, and the performance began,

' 3? But when the “star” made her appearance

I  ' all eyes were upon her, for she won carts by

’ » ~ : . l . ,. her beauty of face and form are she had opened

, .her mouth to sing a note. .

’ ' Her beauty was simply entrancmg, for every
‘ ' feature was perfection, and With urge, deer-

Inigo eyes she possessed a wealth of red-gold

1r.
“Where have I seen her before?” asked
I Broncho Bill, in a whisper of Night Hawk, W110
' ,  res nded:
 9 ’5 V I e ' ‘ ling!!!“ just asking myself that question—but
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, 4 __ , She had begun to sing, and with the first notes
 ;  that fell from her lips there was a silence like
* Jr death in that house.
 .- '3 There were rough men there many of them
., ‘ wild frontiers1nen,P.nd people 0 all conditions
w’ “£31316 captured eve heart, as she had won
" -. _ their admiration, when er superb voice rung
-‘ r . 3 ‘s in sweetest aCCents through the crowded house.
1 " fl‘ “ I have seen her before ” said Night Hawk,
« l  almost; aloud, and Broncho l3ill responded:
' ' "-: “And so have I.”
i when the singjn ended, and the sound of ap-
. ~ plunge that; follow fairly shook the building.
.. ,‘ Again aim again she bowei’ smiling sweetly
2'31; her admirers, and eviden proud of her
I~ Wamph, but the audience woul not be stilled—
p, guy fairly commanded an encore._ ‘-
h ; 1‘ In response the orchestra “Ram struck up,
 damp ing forward the beautiful woman be.
the? touching ballad which 11ml? “5 Way
every true soul—“ Annie Lam?
nu! had she sung the first line when in
tones came from the lips of Nisht

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, tha. followed, the shouts of the wild element
that could be found out about the lnovomcnts ; present, and the bravos, Night Hawk eagerly

grasped the arm of his brother, While he‘ said
cxoitmllyz

" That is tile woman, “’llll”

“ \tht Woman, (lo-)rgo!”

“ 'l‘lii- on) I told you oi.”

“ George, mch ynu llii‘n drinking?”

“ Will. do you ilul‘. remember that I told you

‘ _ , how i “Vol-hoard a woman sing, in the next
Indian war to once more six-lilo at the rich g l'uulll tonnnc, when I was at the hotel in New

York 5”
" 1’ us, I remember now.”
“ Tint is she.”
" lint you did not see her.”
“ No, but I hcurd her, and I could nevor mis-
take that voice."
“ You are right, you could not.”
“ But you may recall that I told you she sung
a verse of Annie Laurie?”
“ I do; it all comes back to me now, though it
was quite a long time ago,
“ I remember the conversation, too, as you
repeated it to me.” ‘
“ \Vell, Will, that is the woman."
“You think there can be no doubt?”
“ None.”
“ Her name, if I remember, was Clio!”
“ Yes, and see her on this programme.”
“ It is Mademoiselle Cleopatra.
“ I do believe you are rig t, George.”
“ I know I am.”
EWell, in the language of the bordorman I

“ What are on goiniglto do about it?”

“ What can do, W l”

“I don’t see.”

“ Nor I.”

“ I wish we could meet her, for she has fairly
captivated me.” , ,

“ She is very charming, but it Would not do
to send in my name, and then tell her I would
like to make her aciégaintance because I was an
eavesdropper once her conversation with her
husband. ’ '

“ No, for again in border parlance, George
you might etfixed; but why is it that both 0
us seem to t ink that we have seen her before?”

“ Will?” .

H Yes.”

“ I have an idea.”

“ Don’t let it escape 9801‘ e.”

“ It may be a foo isli one; ut somehow I con-
nect her with the miniature which Scra gave
us to send back to that lady who ji ted his
master.”

“ You’ve struck the trail dead sure.

“ That’s the woman.”

“ Don’t be too sure.”

‘ “ Your story was that shehad married a man
who was a wretch, and she said she would go
her own way.

“ That lady married another and nearly
broke the oun ranchero’s heart, and—”

:: gill“ ’ll tefi you how we can find out.”

as

“ Do you remember the writing on the backs
of those letters?”

1‘ Well, that is going pretti far back. but 1
think it was a large, beautiful and.”

“Yes we remarked it at the time.”

ti Wei]???

“ Do you remember that beautiful . Maxim
bird we saw for sale to-day at the hotel?”

3

“I’ll buy that bird, and send it to herasa
token of our admiration for her singing.”
“ She may send it back.”
“ Hardly; but if she accepts it she will doubt-
Less write a note, and we’ll get a look at her
andwriting.
“ Brother George, you should have been a

law er.
“‘Ne’ll do it.”

“ Biut if she is the will???” them;

8 seemed a so!" u 0 Myra ' the two
brothers decidedpgo solid the bird. ’

They remained through the performance, more
than ever enchanted, and when it was over,
looked up. the owner of the bud, bought it with
ttgaeltqultstljtq cage, allild thfsn wait it, With 6. %

ring 611' com men an an to
room of the beautiplul singer. mes, up '
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was his wont:

“ It is the same handwriting!”

“It is the woman you overheard sing in the
New York hotel. The one who jilted the young
runcllcro and Madeliloiscllo Cleopatra is one
and the same, that is certain,” responded Bron-
cho Bill. _ __ ~

CHAPTER XXIII.
STRANGELY MET.

THE next morning, strange to say, the two.
scouts slept late. ‘

Perhaps it was because there was nothing to
be done. as it was the Sabbath, and it might be-
on account of the very comfortable beds they
had.

Whm they awoke they went down to break
fast, and knowing the landlord, they asked him
about the departure of his fair guest Mademoi~ '
selle Cleoiiatra, and at what hour she had de-
parted, for they felt a deep interest in the bean—
tiful woman from the secrets that they knew
she carried through life. I

“ The compain dc )arted last night after the;
performance, but lidsdemoiselle Cleopatra l‘c’
mained Over until this morning, when she do-
parted upon what I think a very perilous under-
taking.”

So replied the landlord, and his wards at once
deeply interested the two scouts.

“ Indeed! What peril can posiny threaten.
her?” asked Night Hawk. ,

“ The truth is, she went ofl‘ on the border-
somewhere.”

“ On the border?”

“ Yes.”

“ And not with her company?”

“ No, the company went on to Galveston.
where they are to lay oi! a week, until the rc~
turn of the star.”

“ And the star has gone to the border!” asked
Broncho Bill, also deeply interested.

it Yes.”

“ What border?”

“ Over toward the Rio Grande somewhere.”

“ My heavens! at such a time?”

“ She would risk it.”

“ The country is full of Indians!”

“ I urged a rainst it,\ eutlemen.”

“ And the owboy iratcs are also threaten—

‘in raids.”

“ 1 so told the lady.”

“ But who did she go with?”

“ If I had only known that you were coming.
Powell, you and your brother, I would > have:
gotten her to consult you.

“But I did not, and so! asked Joe Farris to
find me a good guide and an escort of two men
besides for her.

:: And'lie did!”

es.

“ Who was it?”

“ Harry Otis is the guide.”

“ And the others?” '

‘~ Two Rio Grande men, whose names I do a
know, but whom 1 have often seen.”

‘° Only the three went with her, you 337’”-

“ The three men, and then there washer maid,
a French irl, and two large, ferocious dogs,
which the d had a fancy to carry With her. '

“ My! but t ey are ugly brni’fiu”

“ How did they 0?”

“I The lad and er maid in an ambulan
which one o the men drove. and the guide
other fellow on homblck- 

“ Then there were two saddle-horses for tho,
lady and be;- maid, should they. wish to ride.” ,

u I cannot tand it,” said Night Hawk. _

“ Ah! but she went in good style and paid for-
all she 0t. .

" Theg ambulance is to be the tent for her-elf
and maid at nifht. and with those two (108’
under it, there Wi 1 be no danger to hot:

H Otis is a splendid cook, and the CWiEd
310;, all of the provisions needed.”

a a: what took her to m frontier?" asked
Brash!" ~ to i

s 8 e told me she W“ 80mg 368
grave of one who was very dear to her.” 

The two scouts looked at each other, but said:
nothing, and the landlord continued: -..i

“ She told no that the one whose grave Ihé
was goin to had been killed by the Indians.
and she w to find out about It.” i" '

.5 “ But how was she to find out?"

1. “ Sh had a letter from some one who lived
at a {enrich—the place was called Banchono’:
out what the wished to know. .

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with so small an escort, and then thanking him
for his information they walked away to have a
chat to ether.

“ Wi , there is not an atom of doubt now?”

“ Not the slightest, for she was to go to Ranch-
cro’s Rest to get her information.” ‘

“ Yes, I wrote her, you know, on Some of that
poor fellow’s paper, so headed, and told her that
it was his ranch, and would remain under the
charge of the faithful servant and friend of the
young ranchero, Scraps, or rather Zekiel Tan-
ner, as I put it.”

“ And she then is not the nameless woman we
supposed, from her having jilted the rancherol”

“ So it seems, Will, as she takes so much
trouble and goes to so much expense to visit the
dead man’s grave.”

“ There is no one to give her information
after she gets there.”

‘ “ True, so what shall we do about it?”

“ Our things will not be ready until tomorrow
mo .

“ That is true."

“ Well, suppose we leave Scraps and Red
Wolf to come on with the ambulance when it is
loaded, and we mount and strike of! on the trail
of the party i" A

“ You fear danger to her, as I do?”

U Yes."

“ We will go then.”

fi‘ It is now now, and she left at sunrise-over
twenty miles start of us.”

“ Yes; but we can overtake her.”

“ We must.”

b Sol saying the scouts retraced their steps tothe
ote .

They had come down to the town on horse-
back, while Scraps had driven the large four-
mule ambulance, and Red Wolf had also accom-
panied them, riding his own mustang.

On the way back to their ranch, there would
belittle danger to meet, unless from a foraging
hand of Cowboy Pirates, or a raiding party of
Indians extending their way further than was
their Wont into the coun .

So the ambulance woul be able to return in

safety with Scraps and Red VVOlf, and they need

have no fear on that score, valuable as was its

 freight.

"in

Arriving at the hotel, they were met by
Scraps, who said in a confidential tone:

“ Mars’ George, did you an’ Mars’ Will see a
ledd as were stop ing at the hotel?”

“ ho was she, b craps?” asked Will Powell.

“ She were a great uproar singer, I he 3rd tell'

'. but she went away dis mornin’ at sun-up, fer

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,, I . “they could judge by the trail.

was ist goin’ out ter feed ther am’lance mules,
and fore de Lord gemmans, if she wasn’t do
very image 0’ that ictur’ poor Mars’ Henry
had, and on sent 0 for me, then I doesn t
knownu n’.”
“ Scra .
 “ Yes, Mars’ George.”

“ That lady is the very one.”

“ Lordyl” and Scraps’s eyes opened to‘twice
their natural size. ,

“ She has gene of! on a very dangerous trip,
Scraps, and t is to the Ranchero’s Rest, expect-
intgeto find you there, and Will and l are gomg

her.” _
“We wish you to wait and come on with the
ambulance to-morrow, on and Wolf, and
you are to camp at the ed Willow Spring, and
get there as soon as you can.

,“ Wait there for us, and we will bring the
 With us, for she doubtless Wishes to see you
an have a talk with you.

“ Now we are going to get our traps together
to start right after dinner.”

Fortunately the weapons of the scouts had at
once been put in order on their arrival, and also
their saddles, and so they started upon the trail
of the beautiful woman well fitted for any dan-
ger that might cress their path.

—-

‘CHAPTER XXIV.
ran MEETING.

’3

 of the aim‘l‘mlaez‘ilce gfidtfihe accom-
panylng orsoswas o ow W! e greatest
car 13? the scouts, after they had left the roads
behin them. '

ffhe pace that the keptnp was such that they

v p g to overtake t ose they trailed before they '
should break camp in the morning.

But night caught them yet a long way babind, ,

ere was but-(me course 
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kee on until they reached the camp, for they
co (1 not believe that the lady Would wish to
travel all night.

They, of course, could not see the trail in the
darkness but went on in a direct1on they were
assured Ctis had taken.

All along they kept an eye for the glimmer of
a camp-lire, and seeing none, they several times
went out of their way to visit some motto, think—
ing that perhaps Otis’s caution had prevented a
fire from bein made.

But midnig t passed, and still there was no
sign of those they sought.

At last they halted to rest their horses, and
after an hour thus spent, once more pushed on.

The dawn at last grew gray, then rosy in hue,
and the sun arose.

But nowhere in view was the party.

W‘alw’e have passed them in the darkness,

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“ 0r Otis has taken a roundabout way to get
there.” ‘

“ Let us out across to the left and see if they
have passed on, though they could not unless
they traveled as wedid, most all night.”

“ True.”

Then they re Te alon¢r in an obli no direction,
and soon their eyes felfupon a trail

It was the track they had followed.

“ How they have pressed on!”

“Indeed they have; but yonder is a stream,
and "we’ll have breakfast while our horses
rest. '

“ And then we must catch them.”

“ Yes, for this is a very dangerous locality.”

The scouts halted, a fire was built, and they
had breakfast, a broiled steak from a deer,
which Broncho Bill had shot the evening before,
a tin cup of coffee and some crackers.

There was good grass and water for the
horses, and the hour’s rest refreshed all greatly.

Mounting once more the scouts pushed for-
ward at a steady gait, and a ra id one.

At last a large body of timber and loomed up
before them, and the trail led through it.

There a halt had been made, and a fire still
burning. showed that the party had had break-
fast there.

As they were about to ride out of the timber,
still following the trail, they suddenly drew
rein.

Their eyes, at the same instant, had fallen
upon a sight out upon the prairiewhich had
caused both to drag their horses back into the
timber, and clutch their rifles firmly.

“ Let us give our horses all the rest we can,
George,” said Broncho Bill, without a word to
his brother asto what both saw.

They dismounted and hitched the animals,
while they stood gazing out upon the prairie,
but so as not to be Seen by any one there.

What they saw was the ambulance coming to-
ward the timber.

The two horses were at full speed and the
whip was being applied upon them relentlessly.
. The reins were held by a woman. and from
the rear of the ambulance a rifle flashed forth.

In chase of. the flying vehicle Were two men
mounted upon mules, while half a mile behin
them, and coming more rapidly on. were half a
dozen horsemen, and they were gaining upon the
fu itives. ..

0th of the scouts had their field-glasses to
their eyes, and Ni ht Hawk said:

“ The lady is ving, Will.”

“ Yes, and some one is firing out from the rear
of the ambulance.” '

" It must be the maid, as the two men so near
are not hurt.” V

“ Doubtless; but are they not the two who
went as escorts?”

“ Yes, for’the landlord said the rode mules.”

, “ And where is Otis, the guide ’
, “ I give it up.”

“ Those fellows are Cowboy Pirates, inchase.”

it Oh, yes.”

“ Five of them.”

“ Five and two are seven.”

“ And we are two; but we will save the lady,
for surely something has one wron8-”

They had spoken with t e utmost coolness.

At the first glance the had taken in the sftu-r
ation, and had ‘menta y decided upon their
course of action. '

They had Seen that he ambulance was coming
ck over itstrail, a d that t woul  h 0

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war-cry rung over the prairie and reached the
ears of pursucrs and pursued.

The ambulance horses wcrohnlf checkml in
their speed, then drawn to the right, and then
heldon once more, as those within seemed to
feel that the new-comers were friends not foes.

“ Drive on to the timber and wait there.

“We will take care of those l’clloyvs," cried
flight Hawk, as they drew near the amba- =
3.1106. ,

“Thank you! oh thank you, sirs! but those
two min are the traitors, and they killed my
guide ” came in the l'lCh, full voice of Made-
moise le Cleopatra.

“ The Powell brothers!” '

“ The Buckskin Brothers!” yelled the two
men «,n mules, and they halted and raised their
revolvers. -

But there were two rifles cracked before the
revolvers and the mules lost their riders.

But the five horsemen further back on the
trail still came on.

Then up to his mouth went Broncho Bill’s
hand, and once more that startling imitation
of a huglewall rung out.

“ I thought so,” said Broncho Bill as he saw '
the Cowboy Pirates turn back. eviit ntly think- '-
ing‘ that there were troops in the timber. '

he scouts had not halted in their pace and f-
as the Cowboy Pirates. turned in confuse
fli ht, they opened fire With their rifles.

‘he outlaws also fired as they ran; but the
matchless rifles of the scouts brought down a
horse, and dropped a rider from his saddle.

There was a short stop, and the man, evidentr
ly wounded, was taken up, and once more they
pressed on in flight, disappearing over a rise of
the prairie. ‘ .

Instant] the scouts turned back, and while
Broncho ill went after the stray mules, Night
Hawk halted and examined the two bodies, for
they had both seen that the ambulance had
come to a halt in the edge of the timber.

"They are the two men that the landlord
s oke of, and somehow I always had an idea
they were crooked,” and Night Hawk calmly
rode on his way to the timber.

The anting ambulance horses had been only
too wi ing to stop, and the beautiful woman ~
and her maid, both cool, but pale, greeted Night (.7;
Hawk as he rode up. 

“0h, sir, you do not know what you saved _
me from?” cried the beautiful woman. and .8119 7 "
gralsped both of Night Hawk’s hands as she " ‘
spo e. - -
“Lad , my brother and myself heard you
sing nig t before last at the theater, and learn- _, :V .
ing that you had come on this dangerous trail,  ‘
we followed you—’ >_ ~

“ Ah! those men called you the Powell , 
brothers. ' ‘ ,, ~ «'4‘

“ You, then, it was who sent me that lovely ' ‘
bird. and thus I meet

“ How strange it is. ' -

Night Hawk could have told her about the , -, .
New York hotel affair, .but he did not, and ' ‘ >5
Broncho Bill coming upwuh the captured mules, ',  _ " 
he introduced him. ' ' 3: x .

“ You are two most wonderful men, for I , .l ’,
have heard of your explaits and I am so glad to , ‘ , ', ;
call on my friends. ' r I ‘, s a

‘.‘ ut let me tell you that I came hither to 
visit the grave of one dear to me, one in fact I 
once expected to marry.

“ He was killed on the frontier, and as I had A 
broken with him, I longed to atone or it by 1.»; - 1
vii-sting his rave. r

“ I secure a guide and those two men, whom , . ,
you killed. _ ' . w“ 1

“They killed my guide this morning, and he  1, .. p 3
lies over yonder in the woods, and they carried  _ 
us on as prisoners, one of then) telling me that
he was paid todcll ver me to the Cowboy Pirates’ 
chief, who would demand a large ransom for 3‘:
my release. and which, alas, I could not have V.
paid. for [pm not rich.  :

“Watchlng an opportunity, When the two .4
-men were not near, as we had halted u on ,«R 
ing some horsemen, I drove ofl‘, and  w ’ ‘ u
my dear maid and friend. fired at our wickedél. ' ‘
pursuers. though she hardly knew the use of a.’ ’j‘ '

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adding, that after they had gone to the ‘
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CHAPTER XXV.
CONCLUSION.

Willow Spring, Scraps and Red “'olf were

B Y EDVV AR D “’ ILLETT.

- 167 Ann Scott, tlw Steamboat Boy.
Draw the arrival of the scouts at the Red ‘

mound to have just arrin there, and the negro ,

told the beautiful woman the story of his mas-
ter’s death and his deep love for her.

She was deeply affected, but as both Night 1

Hawk and Brrmcno Bill, from the news brought
by Scraps and Red Wolf, of the movements of
the Comanclws, urged against her making; the
trip to the grave or her lover, she decided to re-
turn, tellingr the scouts that she would again
come to the town when her Season ended, and
£36 them accompany her to the Rancher-0’s
st.

They promised to do so, if she would notify
them beforehand,and they gave her an address
which would reach them after which they
started back to town, while Red Wolf and

' ‘ raps were to continue on home and tell their
mother they would soon return.

The beautiful singer bade her brave preserv-
ors farewell, With tears in her eyes, and never
once knew that they held another secret of her
life, which was her unhappy marriage.

' Then it was, after returning home totheir

‘I'anch, the scouts trot their complete outfit andd'

with Scraps and Red Wolf started for the ol
ruined chapel and Mission.

The duty that they went there to perform
they falchl‘ully executed, to the satisfaction of
Maiior Loring, and their adventures in doing so
wil furnish material for another romance to
follow.

The mystery of the strange woman who was
“in hiding in the ruined chapel, they also solved,
and found its. case of cruelty. and seeking to
rob her of her gold had driven her into that
gloomy solitude.

The part which the scouts played in the
Comanche war, and in freeing the border of the
Cowboy Pirates is well known, and but added
fame to the name of the Buckskin Brothers.

‘ THE END.

 

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846 Rup‘lor Raphael; or, The Swordamen’ol Zuutecln

$91 Kid-Glove Kit. the Dandy oi the Rockies.

898 Kid-Glove Kit and Pun-d: or, The Gold Klng.

400 T3?“ Mad Man-limiter; or. The Mystery at Golden

BY HARRY ST. GEonGn
80 Roaring Ralph Rockwood, the Run“...
44 Battling Rube: or, The lehthawkn of Kentucky.
59 Old Hickory: or, Pun-iv Ellie’s Scnlp.
108 During Davy; or, The Trail at the Border Wolf.
186 lliekory llurry 3 M, The 'l‘l‘upper-lil’igndc’l Spy:
3139 Thunderbolt Tom; or, the \Voll-Herdol’.

BY JAMES L. BOlV 2N

, 10? Ole-Eyed Sim; or, The Abandoned Forest Home.
110 The Black Steed oi’ the l'ruirlea. A Story or Tun.

BY 0. DUNNIN (} CLARK.

18‘ Captain Paul: or, The Boy Spy of the Mountainl.
880 The‘Ynnkee Rajah; or, The Fun: at the Black Shereei.

8Y7 GEORGE C. JENKS.
485 G“. Thur Owney, the Unknown.

' 499 Git Thur Owner. pledge.

3" FRANK DUMONT.
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12: WHd.Fi|-e, the Boss of the Rom.
I40 Blue Blue” 0?. Th0 Break 0’ Day Boyl 01 Early Ban.
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94 Buifnlo Bup- Be“ or, The Gambler Guidl.

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54 Ned "ml, the no, Tnppen

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l 0 Old Zip’n Cabin: or. Tho Greenhom in the \Voodl.

,c 81 mighty-Inc Jo. the Twor oi u... Prnirle. _ 4

' yd Buck Buokrnml or. mm"... mm.” Trapper.

1 “7.01.1 Grin-1y and "in p“... m. 11,. Wild Hung,

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199 Featherweight, the [lay Uhmnplnn ofthe Munklngnm.
228 Ozark Ali'; nr, l-‘mLhL-rwi-ight Among the Outlaw".

282 The. ’i‘ypo Detective; or, Weasel, the Boy ’l'rump.
295 I‘eurle-n Phil; or, The King ol‘QuuruVlllo.

iii] The "(H'lllfl‘ Sport; or, The Pride oi Chucknluck Camp.
82?. Nome, the Detective; or, Kit Kenyon! Vex-dang.
840 Clip, the Contortlonint; or, The Montana Vlgllm.

BY BI'CKHKIN SAM (Major Sam. 8. Hall.)

984 2M klheky’n “Doreen” or, Benn”, the Young Hog...
"ill II'.

246 Giant George; or, The Ang’l or the Range.
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297 The annntulu of Tana; or, (alum George's Rot-‘0.
80? The fitrnnzo l’urd ; or, Llqu non'u Deth Hunt.
818 lien-.whoop. Ker-whooq or, The 'l‘amtuln of Two.
82? Creeping Out. the Cnddo; or, The Rod and White Pudu.
832 Frio Fred: My Tl"! Tunknwuy’n Truat.
8-14 The Fighting Trio; or. R-uloanulu, the Touhway.
349 “'ild “'oli’; 0". mK‘FMfi Wallace to the From...
857 The llamsh Iiuldern; or, The Slug. :1" For: Purgatory.
304. Snap-Shot, the Boy nfln'er.
875 Chlotu, the Creek 3 "r. The Three Thunderbolil.
881 llandera “iii: of. Frio Frank to the Front.
892 Donna and the "MI; or, The Bah-guumi Ranch.
404 [Jule Lariat; or, l'ecun Petu’l Big Rummg.
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442 Bluff Bill: or. The Lynx of the hon...
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B \' JO PIERCE.

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415 The Vumibond Detective; or, Bowery Bob’s Boom.
452 lloinpur Bob. the Street-lll'y thectlve.

460 The Lawyer’s shadow: or, Luku'l l on”,

472 Jnunty Joe, the Young Hone-King.

494, Early Sim, the Young Ferrymnn Duluctivo.

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90 The Dread Rider; or, The Texan Duelist.

99 The Tiger of Thong or. Dandy Rock’s Angel.
1.15 The Mad Miner: or. Dandy liot‘k’n Doom.
181 The Golden "and; or. Dandy Rock to the Rescue.
164 Dandy Rot-it's Pledge; or. Hunted to new“
178 Dandy Rock's Rival; or, The I hunted Maid oi Tum.

BY J. C. COWDRICK.
880 Silverdfluk, the Man of Mystery. 1
369 film-Am, the Gold King; or, For Seven YOU! DO“-

4’30 The Detective?» Apprentice; or. A Boy Without a
Rule.

424 (‘lbutn John: or. Roll-Hot Tim" at Auto Bar.
439 Handy Sam, the Street Scout.

46? Disco Dan. ihe Daisy Dude.

490 Broadway Billy. the Boolblnck Bravo-

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BY CHARLES E. LASALLE.
50« Burt Bunker, lhe Trapper. ‘
59 The \Vhlte Bulnlo. A Tnle of the Northwest.

BY JOHN J. MARSHALL.

40 Roving Roll. A Story 0! a Young American.
9": The Outlaw Brothers; or. The Captive oi incl-lama.

BY MAJOR E. L. ST. VRAIN.
992 Sancho Pedro, the Boy Bumllt.
801 I.‘ ndvllle Nick, the Boy Sport.
812 lledton Rube, the Vigilante Prince.
i233 Brimstone Bob, and His Lightning Hon. Quartet“-
862 'l'ombntone Tom, the Arizona Boy of“ Sund.”
iii-9 Durum'o I»: . "n Y Illl‘ mu u
371 Kingbolt Chril, lh-- Young Harms)...“ Demure.
880 Avnlnm-he Alf. ll... i‘luiiiliiifl Guide.
890 Jukuur Joe, of the Mount in Mail-Line.

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356 Young: Kentm-k : or, The Ri‘d hum
970 Blizzard lien; m- The moo.» Keno (fr-mn-
986 Josh, the lloy Tendon-foot.

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378 The Three Trapper,” or, The Mount in Mon-up,
'83 Indian Joe; or, The White Spirit of e... Hils.

BY w. ._I. HAMILTON.

63 The Red Brother-hi)on or. The Twelve Ann...
06 Sing-I0 “and; or. A Life for A Life.
72 Mad Torn wenern, the Texan Ranger.

887 Ben Bil-d, ch.- (,m'a Klnu' or. Big Pute'l Scoop.

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190 Dandy Burke; or. The 'l'lln-rs of High mm
810 Euro Frank. or, Dandy Durim‘n 00.130," p“

‘ p Y ROGER STARBUQK“ a! 
as T1. by Captain: onrh. Pirate’s datum”.- _

us TI. mack Schooner: or. Jn. Junk, n. Old’l'l'v ' ..
"59 Th5 Golden Dal-noon: or. 1...: AM on Flo.-
Wileeln; or, on Shlnfllni. n... Dllil-Sham.' '
3“ Heston Ike. u... mu T..."  A

.01 The DWI: Light-nouns.
8’30 Win... the Real-Runner.

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350 Red Ralph. the River Rover: on“. Brother. 3..

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89 The Dumb Page; or.'l‘llo Doge’l Double.
48 Dlek Dill-ling. the Pony Expreu Rider.
150 Lnnee und Luann: "P. 'l'lln Children oi In Chan.
154 The kurd Hunter-u; 01‘, The Land out, Elephant “an. r .,
159 The Lost (‘uptulng or, Skipper Jul»- Oeln'l Craig- u the \

Upvn l’uinr Sun. ‘1 ,
.00 The lioy Bedouin-z on'l'lw 3'0" 0" 0' “0 “Mm "" '

2M “'oli'xung. the Rubber oi the Rhino.
849 Milo Runner, the Animal Klnr. on'l‘iu lion-d tho I“

“'nmlerur.
m The Tiger Tamer: or, The lmnpu d the Jags
881 Bluek Nick. u... Damon an...
895 California Joe's War Trail.

D Y BRACEBRIDGE IIEMYIII.

89 Inland Jim: or, The Pet oi the Family. .
91 The Captain of the Club: or. Thu Rim am 3
10!. Jack llnrkuwuy in New York. I

BY COLONEL DELL]: SARA. . J
108 The Lion oi’the Sea; 0'. Tim anlod Luly. »
186 Cool Dennlond; or. The Gnlublor’a Bl; 0....

BY LIEI‘T. II. D. PERRY. U. I. u.
“'0 The Boy Runmwny; or. The Bum-unmet“. kg.
180 The Hen Trailer: or, A Vow Well Kopt.
199 Captain Kit; or, The Mymry of Monuuk Point.

BY HARRY HAZARD.
883 Arknllnaw Jack: or, Tho Smuqu of the Hi...
829 Red-Skin Tom: or, The Demon'l Trail.
842 The Mountain Devil; or, Yellow Jack. the 0nd.

BY COL. A. F. HOLT.
899 Dim-k Buck-kin; or. Tho Masked Men ox M (loyal.
419 Kenneth, tlm Knife-King.
435 Little Lighti‘oot, the Pilot oi the Woods.

DY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID. ;
78 Blue Dick; or, The Yellow Clnuf'. Vengeance. ‘9
87 The Land Pirate” or, The League ol'Devil'l ill-d.
137 The Heinlein! "and; or, llnekwonrin Retribution.
239 The Gold-seeker Guide: In“. “I0 Loo-t Mentall-

BY JACK ruuuon'r. "
915 Ned, the Cabin noy. ‘;'
8.0 The Sea Soreereug or, The Boy Slipper. r

MISCELLANEOUS AUTHORS.
‘ 4 The “’ild-llom Hunters. By Capt Mayne In“ and
Frederick Whittaker. . ‘
9 Adventures of Baron Munehaunn.
12 Gulliver's Traveln. By Dean $wii‘.
14 Alnddhu ur, The “'ouderi'ul Lamp.
16 Robinson Orunoe. (~l'l llillntralinnl.)
18 Sindbnd the Sailor. His Seven Voyages.
22 '{hei Sea Herpentg or. The Boy Robinwn Cry... 3, you
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83 The Ocean Bloodhound: or. The Red Pink. or the .
Carrlbmsl. By S. W. Pierre. 5
33  no, mom” or, The Quail oi the Anna. By I‘m!
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38 Ned “'ylde. the Boy Scout. ily Texan Juk. I ‘:
61 'lc‘hlemEII-oy Rifle“ or. The Underground Camp. By Ann.‘ ,

95 The Rival Rover-n or, The Freebooton u the Illa-lulppl- ; . ' 
By l.i«ul.-Col. Huuitiue.

98 Robin flood, the Oullnwed Earl; or.The Merry Mon 0‘ Green-

‘ wood. By l‘rol‘. (iiillernleeve. .

105 Old Ruhe. the Hunter; or,’l‘ho Crow O'P"'“' 3’ CWNI J"
iiulniltoll ilululvn. A 

119 The Mad Hunter; or, The Cnva,of Du“!- By Burton Sue. ‘r 
1M .‘(Um‘y‘ the Tenn” "'11,. Young Champion. By George f; .
x erlon. ‘ .‘

188 The Yonm: Private?” "vTh' Hm". Sinuh‘m" 3’ H
urry Cavendish. "‘

148 Sharp Rum: or. I'll” Adv‘m‘m” °N mm‘u‘“ 3°3- 1” J: "

Alexander Patten. ,.
92‘? Dunkv Darrell. T“ P": 0‘" Th” 0'00" Rumor oi the Yer:
lowstohe. By MVflld "mmn‘

281 Fen-gun Fear-mint“, “"9 N" Y0" 3°!- ” mfg .
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266  C. D. WIH‘NI). V i
298 Red Cluw, the (inn-Eyed Trapper; or, The Mail“ the Clil. ‘ I 5
' By Captain CUlllltlwk. . I

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817 11:53:“ Alii‘mi Thorns, “ | ‘d
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865 Baltimore Ben, m. Bambi-ck Deteotln. By A. p Mom. '
874 Gold-Dun: Tom; or, Brn’l Double Match. By 5.9,“ 3"
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876 (‘nlii'ornlu Joe’- Flnt Troll. By 0.1.“, “‘G.‘ . I.
ioyl-r Monday. at}. r . ' ‘ ~
413 Billy Bombshell. the Cllfi‘Climhc-r. By E 3_ Wham / ‘ ‘ ‘1 .\ , I
440 lee Fox: t. the Gold Bowie Kid. 3,, AMI“; 9W1. . . . .
475 The Blank 5 ii!- “" 3"“ 3. whrner. 
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Deadwood Dlek Novel».

1 Deadwood Dick, the l‘rinru “(the “ml-l.
20 Double Dagger-t; or, Deadwood Div .‘II l)l‘llilllt‘c,
28 lluii'uio lien; or, Deadwood Dick in lliuglliw.
86 “'ild lvun. tho Boy Claude Duval.
42 Phantom Miner: or, liemln 00(1 Dirk's humans.
49 (Illlullu 011' HP. ilumiwuod Dick in Dung. r.
i”). Deadwood Diok’a Eagles; or, The l'nniaoi Flood liar.

78 Deadwood Dick on Deck: ur. l‘uiuunlv .lann. ilm Heroine. v

7? i‘ordus-oy (‘lmrllog or, lhmllwomi l)icl.'s i.u..'. Act.
100 Deadwood Dick in Leathiile.
104 Deadwood Dick‘a Den lee: or, The Doubt.- (from. 53:11.
109 Deadwood Diek an Detective.
1291!endwood Diek'n Double; or, The (Inns: .u‘ (iorgon's

lsulch.
1.8” Inullde'lulll 0?. Dt‘lilllWllOil Dick’s Home llama
149 A Game of hold: or. DeluIani Dims. liigSiriiw.
156 Deadwood Diek ol' Deadwood; m', 'l‘im Picked Party. 7
195 Deadwood Diek'a Dream; or, The Riv la oi'tllu linnll.
201 The Illaek lliila Jezebel; or, Deadwuml I) ck‘s Ward.
305 Deadwood Diek'st Doom; or, Calamin Juno‘s Loot Ad~

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817 Captain Crook-Shot, the Girl Bri and.
221 Sn ar-Coated Sam; or, The lilac Gown.
232 Go d-Duut DIek. A Romance of Rough - and Touglm.
268 Deadwood Dick‘s Divide on Tim Spit—l- ol' Swuxnp Lake.
.68 Deadwood Diek’u Death ‘rail.
8091(5eadwood Dick’s Big Deal; or, Tho Gold Brick of

rugon.
821 Deadwood Dick’s Dozen: or, The Fakir ni’ Phantom Flats.
.47 Deadwood Dick’s Dueats; or, Rainy Day. in it... Dig.

mags.

'51 Deadwood Dick Sentenced; or, The Terrible Vendetta.

88$ Deadwood Dick’s Claim; or, Tho Fairy Face of Faro
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405 Deadwood Diek in Dead City.
410 lplealtdwood Dick’s Diamonds; or, The Mystery of Joan
or or.
491 Deadwood Dick in New York 3 or, A “Cute Care."
430 Deadwood ])I(5k’a Duet; or, The Chained iinnd.
448 Deadwood Dick. Jr.
4&8 hiekei-l’late Ned; "I. Dmdww" I)le Jr’l nefilnco.
08 Sunflower 5am, oi Shasta; of, Del-Now! Dick Jr’s Full

and.
459 Flash Fan, the Ferret; 07. Delllwood Dick Jr's Big Round-

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466 {I‘lhllomlt‘im of Phrnix; or, Deadwood Dick Jr‘s Racket at
‘ aim .

471 llozeman Bill; or. Deadwood Dirk Jr’a Corral.

476 Humboldt llarry, the Hurricane; or, Deadwood Dick Jr's
Dog Detective.

41H Moll Myatery; or. Di-udwmvd Dirk Jr. in Deadwood.

491 Prince Pistol, the King of the West; or, Deadwood Dick
Jr’s Compact.

496 Monte Cristo, In: or. Deadwood Dick Jr‘s inheritance.

500 Deadwood Dick’s Dlgfiings; or, Dr. Death-Urip’s swoop.

608 Déadwood Diek’a De verauee.

515 Deadwood Dick‘s Protegee.

522 Deadwood Dick’s Three.

Other Novels by E. 1.. “'heeler.

.0 maven 1100!, the Buffalo Damon.
82 Bob Woolf; or, The Girl Brad-Shot.
89 Death-Face, Detectivo; or, Life in New York.
45 Did Avalanche: or, Wild Edna, tho Girl Brigand.
62$ Jim Hindi-0e. Jr., ths Boy Phsula.
61 linekhorn 11111; or. The Rad ltifle Tum.
69 Gold Rille tho Shnrnslmotur: or. The 80 Detective.
80 iiotlehlld 1‘01! 0", Him-t Nod, the Kn glut.
K4 ldyl, the Girl .llner; or, Rosebud Rob on Hand.
8” l’hct“ rap]. I’ll"; lst Rosebud Rolr’l Reappenrance.
92 can.“ a one” or, old Anaconda in Sitting: Bull’s Camp.
96 W atoll-E a: or, Aruba and Angela all: Great City.
118 Jack 1103' e the Young Speculntur.
117 0111.49.1ng Diek. the Sp .rt Detective.
1.1 (‘innnmon Chin, the Girl Sport.
185 Bonanza Bill. Miner.
133 “one Mob the King oi linntldarlu.
141 lid Sam the Boy- RoadAgont.
145 i"I’lltimin erret. the New York Detective; or, Boss Bob's

sa oh.
161 New York Nell ths Boy-Girl Detective.
171' Nobb h iek ei’ fievada; or, The Sierras Swaps.
181 rank, the Buckskin Bravo.
9 Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detsctlvs.
.18 Fritz to the h‘rontl 0", Th9 thrl n-at lluntsr.
826 Snooser the Buy Sh!!!» 0". 1 In! Arab tin.
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7 The Flying Yankee; or, Tim Ocunn Uutemil.
7 Ralph “or, the Iioy liurcuitrr; or. The Fugitive Yacht.
.l. Hinnl‘unl [)1rkLrii','l'|Iu Myutory of tho Yeliuwstoiiu.
:: ' ho, Shadow .\ 1p: mfl'l'lle Rival Lieutenant”.
5 i in- lioy linollail Ur, 'l‘lm Cruise nl'tho Son-Wolf.
)2 Dll-l.’ Dead-Eye, the iiuy Sinnuzler.
ii The Sen-Dev l; or. 'l'h-e Muiuhipmnn’s Li-guny.
Ill The Iluaanr Cu stain: or. The liermit of Hell Gate.
.' Little Grit; or, Sussir. the Stock-'l‘ondrr’s Daughter.
Gold P|ulnc3 or. l‘im Kid-(Hove Sport.
216 illuon 11111. the i'rinuu oi the Heine.
9222 Grit. the Bravo Sport; or, Tho Wuman Trailer.
229 Crlmaon Kate or, The Cowboy’s Triumph.
23'? Lona Htgr, tim owlmy Curtain.
1345 Merle the Midd)‘ ‘ or, ' ‘he Freelance Heir.
200 The Sl’ldahipman .lntineor; or, Brandt the Buccaneer.
264 The Floating: Feather; or, Merle ){onte’a Treasure

island.
269 The “0141 Bill t 01', Marie, the Condemned.
276 ties-lo Montea Cruise; or, The Chase 0! “The Gold
. lll'.
2H0 Merle Monte’! Fate; or. Pearl, the Pirate's Brids.
284 The Sea Marauder; or, Merle Monte's Pledge.
287 Ililly Blue-layout, tho Iloy Rover of the Rio Grande.
304 The Dead Shot Dandy or, fleniln, the Boy Bugior.
308 Idem) kit; or, Dead Shut] andy’o Double.
814 '11“; Mysterioua Marauder; or, The Boy Bugler’s Long

lrntl.

81"? Bostodelg the Boy Rover or The Fla less Schooner.
1188 The indian Pilot; ur,ThexSea’rch for Pirate island.
88'? “’arpnth Will, the Boy Phantom.
898 heawaii’. the Hay Lieutenant.
402 ’laodor. the Young Oons irator; or The Fatal League.
40'? lhe llov Insurgent; or. he Cuban Vendetta.
412 The “ Ild Ywhumun; or, The War-Clona’s Cruise.
429 Duncan Dare, the Bo Rom"-
438 A Cabin Do ’a Luo ; or, Tits Corsair.
48? The flea Ila der.
44! The ocean Firefly: or, A Mlddy's Vengennm.

6 Ilaphazard liar-r 3 or. The Scape race ot‘tho Sea.
450 “’izard Will} 0?. he Boy Ferret 0 New York.
462 in n o. hunch???)

'V‘ e orn ‘u e; or. ' e .‘ai or o Wandsrs .

468 Neptune Ned, the Boy Counter. y f
474 Flora: or. Wizard Will’s Va abond Pard.
488 lferreta Afloat; or, Wizard ili’s Last Case.
48? Nevada Ned. ths Revolver Ranger.
495 Arizona Joe the Boy 1’an of Texas Jack.
49? iluek Taylor. King at tho Cowboys.
508 The [loyal Middixi or. The Shark and the Sn Cat.
507 The llunted Mida mall. .
511 The outlawed Mid y.
520 Buckskin Bill, the Comanche Shadow.
525 Brothers in Buckskin.

BY CHARLES MORRIS.

118 Will Sonsers, the Boy Detect)".
1293 Phil Hardy, the Buss Buy.
126 l’ieaynne Pete; or, Nicodemus, the Dog Dsisetlvo.
130 Del eL-tive Dick 3 or, The Hero in Rags.
142 "and-some Harry, the Boothlack Donnell".
147 \V 111 Wildllre. the Thoroughbred.
152 Black liens, Will Wildfire s Racsr.
15’? Mike Merry, the Harbor Police Boy.
162 Will “'ildiire in the \Vooda.
165 Billy Bag age. the Railroad 8?.
170 A 'l‘rnm1 ‘ord; or. Will Wild ro Wins and Loses.
174 Bob Roe kett; or, Mysteries of New York.
179 Dob Roe Kett. l-lll! nk Runner.
ii? i“°a'i'r"‘ "‘ ‘i'ii" Lil's?“‘B“'"“”'°".“°"“"'
fit I yar , It! It 0v; onT e
189 Bob Roe sett; nr. Driven to ths'Wall. magnum
106 shadowed; or, Bob Rockett’s Fight {or Ltfs.
206 Dunk Paul. the Tiger King. \I.
212 Dashing Dave. the Dandy Detective. ~
220 Tom 'i‘auner. or. The Black Sheep oi the Flock.
22.") Hum Chart-011 the Premium Darky.
235 Himdow lisun. the Messenger Buy.
m The Two “ lllooda"; or, Simmndoah Bill and His Gang.
252 Dick Datlhawuy: or, A Dakota Boy in Chicago.
962 The Young Sleutha; or, Rollinking Mike’s Hot Trail.
274 Jolly .lins. tins Detective An notice.
38” Jolly Jim’a Job; or, The onus: Detective.
298 The Water-Hound; or, The Young Thoroughbred.
805 iclaahnway, of Dakota; or, A Western Lad in the Quaker

l y.
894 Ralph Ready the Hotel Bo Detectivs.
841 Tony Thorne.’lhe VazalmndyDetsctlvo.

 

 

 

240 {D elone Hit, the Young Gladiator.
’44. v. .- Sam, 11h. Fl‘mlllnl‘ Ferret. ,
8'48 u . .. Sam’s Secret: or. The Bloody Footerlnts.
.58 Ora- Sam’s Pard; or. The Ansel 0' 3h! late.
95” u n. Sam’s Seven: or. The Slulsn Bride.

1118 lumbo Joe thr ltny Patrol; or, The Rival Hsirs.
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Denver Doll’s Vietory.
.36 Denver Doll's Doeoy 3 or. Little Bill’s Bonanza.
391 'i‘urk. the Boy Ferret. .
.96 Denver 0011’: Drit't or. Tns Road Queen.

D it No. 1. tbs Dashing nll-‘l‘altsr.
808 ’l.iza Jane, the Girl Miner; or, the lmn-Norved Sport.
895 Kelley. lliekgidz ComPan , ths Slsuths of Philadelphia.
880 Little Quit-1g- at or,’ In- .nui Face of Daggersviiis.

 

“9 Kim aroo Kits Racket.

843 Man uttan Mike. ths Bowery Blood.

858 Fir-t-Ciau Fred, 'l'o Gsnt iroln Gopher.

808 Yreka Jim, the (told-Gatherer; or, Tits Lottery 01

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870 Yreka Jlsn’s Prize.
8 R Nabob Ned; or, The Sword of Slnh Cllv.
U 3 Cool Kit. thu King of Kids; or. A Viilaln's Von Inca.
385 Yrcka Jim" Joker; or, The Rivals of ma on, I
339‘ leyele Bent ("-"l‘ho Lion of Lightning.“
894 reka Jim of 's aha, Dam.
40" “Nil-idea, the Night- atch Detective.
41,6 ill: "at Harry. the 11m Dali Detective.
8 Sam lab-ides. I In r-Boy DetectIVO.
‘84 J 1|" “$91: and Pill. Private Detectives.
‘38 Santa e Sal, ths Slush".
480 Seaiskin Sam, the Sparkiet.

BY ALBERT W. AIKEN.

The Two Detective" or, The Forte-9s of s 30'"! Girl.
All. Colin “W Chm-Kill".

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8 8 iii  of live-para; sfths Frontier. "
 at :1. 3 units Fats ottho floucarmn. v}. '7?"
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98 he or I er," on'l'hslstchantsd ”

858 The Reporter-Detective or Fred Fl or’s Biiuard.
867 w hie-Awake Joe; 0., A Shy nl'ths Tani...

an) Larr '. the Leveier; or. The Bloods of the Boulevard.
408 Fire y Junk, the River-Rat Detective. ,

423 The Lost 1‘ in or; or, The Entrappsd Cashisr.

423 Fred Fl er. l e Reporter Detective.

482 Invinch e Lo on, ths Pinkerton Ferret.

456 Billy Brick, l. o Jolly Vagabond.

466 Wii e-Awnke Jerry. Detective; or, Entombed All".
479 Detective Doduot or. Tho Mystery 0! Frank Hoarty.
“8 “’11d Dir-k Rocket.

1 Boots, the Boy 1' lrelnan; or, Too Sharp for tho Slurp".

BY JOSEPH E. BADGER, JR.

2 Yellow-tone Jacki 0'. Th0 Tm r.

48 Black John the Hu-Ill-AKUM': or. a. Outlaw’s Retreat.

65 Hurricane I‘Bll]; or. Mustang 5.". .mi Hi. Pard.

119 Moat. 5.". or. The King oi‘ths Plains. .
ltt-Ifawk km or, The Daughter of the Ranch.

144 Do any Lance the Boy Sport.

t er Paul: or. Dainty Lanes to‘ the Rum.

6.0 The Rim-k Glam, or, Dainty Lanes in Jeopardy.

6" Deadly Dash or, ‘Ighting Firs with Fire.

8-} he Boy ’l'ra lens; or, Dainty Lance on ths War-pub,

( 8 The may Pas-dag or. Dainty Lance Unmasks.

‘1, Crooko ‘ale, the. Caliban of Cole-tied City.

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The Black Rider ; 10": The Hons-Thin 1:3“...

old Double Ira: or, The smnzo Guide.

55 The kioaP at Hu- and“ or Damsl Boone’s Lsst'i'rail.
Kit Fox. the Border Boy Dstoctln. ,

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BY BUFFALO BILL (lion. Wm. 1". Cody).

8 Kantian King; or, The Red Rl hi Hand.
1:2 The Phantom H y: or,'i‘ha l’ilot of tho Prairie.
5.. Deadly-Eye. the "known Scout.
6% llorder ‘Rollin llood: or The Prairie Rover.
168 h aney 1 rank of Colorado: or, The Trapper’s ’i‘mst.

BY OLL COOMES.

5 Vagabond Joe, the Young Wandarln J”.

18 The Dulnb s . ‘

2? Antelope Abe, the Boy Guide.

81 Keen-knife, llle Prim-s.- ol‘the Prairies.

41 Lanna Jack, lh» Young Mlialangrl.

58 The Border kin ; «it"I'lle SecrelFoo.

’31 Delaware Dis-k, l a 1mm.“ 1m“...- Spy.

7’4 Hawk-eve Iiarr ', lhe Young 'l'lnppor R- an,

88 Rollo, the Boy l on er.
184 Sure Shot Hm s, in. my Rlfle'ylnn. .
148 flour-hone Mull. um Si‘ent iluuar. i
14“ s11\v'l'l' star, the Nov Knight.

53 Eagle 1" It. the liny ilvnmn.
1‘38 Little Texan, tins Young Mustang".
17" Did Solitary. III" “vl‘lnil 'l'm was.
189 Little Ilurrieane, th» Bo: aptain.
20’! Pratt teet l’ete: or. Th“ mil-tr Outlaw Huston.
20“ The 0 lien-ales” «r, 'l he Prairie Tramps.
218 Timer '1 om. tlm Texas ’i‘m-rnr.
29-1» Dav-lulu Dlek: M. ‘l mer 'l'om’s Castle.
1238 Little \ Ildiire, the Y- um! l‘lflirle Nomad.
28 The Par-on De teetlvel or. The Little Rona"-
243 The Din-unlined Guide; or. “ lid Raven, ths ilqu.
90" Dare-Devil Dan, ti e YounL' l'iairie Ranger.
979 Mink-kin Mike, the, lloy hharp>hooton
290 Little Foxfire, the Buy .‘py.
800 The flit Demon: or. Ruiubnlt, the Ranger,
334 “'llln-lainlz Joe, the Bar linnchern.
409 "en-"lea or, Dirk, the Boy Ranger.
417 \Vebi‘oot . one. the Tramp Delsrlive.

444 Little Buckakln. the Young i‘rnirlc Contact.
 Wingedl‘oot Fred: or. Uhi Polar Saul.

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4?8 Did Tom Rattler, the lied ivul‘ Epidomlc.
‘83 Stonewall Bob, the Boy Trojan.

BY '1‘. O. IIARBAUGII.

.8 Nick 0’ the N ightl or, Thu Bo Spy oi "ll. l
87 The lliddeu Lodge; or Ths L ttlu Hunter.

47 Nightly: ale hutfiw, Tno Forest Ca tainl.

64 Dandy aok; or, « Outlaws of the regol '1’".
88 Kit liar-clout the Wood-Hawk.

94 Midnight .1 nel.’ or. The Boy Trapper.

08 0111 Fronty, the ‘uidu; or. The White Queen.

8 Kiowa Charley the White Muslangor.

9 Jud e Lvneh, Jr.t on'l‘ho an Vigilante.

5 Go 41‘ Tri r, the 8 urt; or, The Girl AYOHIOI‘.

9 Tornado

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s N (1 Temple, the Border Boy

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207 Navajo Nick. the Boy Gold Huntsr.

215 Captain Bullet; nr. Little Toplmot’s Crossds.

E81 l'lueky Phil: or. Rosa, the Re: .lauhel.

241 “Ill Bravo; or, The Rough: of the Rockiss.

255 Captaln Apollo, the King-Pin of Bowie.

967 The lluekakin Detective.

279 Did Winch or, The Buckale Desnsrsdoss.

294 It namlle an; or. The Bowl. Binds oi Cochstell.

802 'I‘ e Mountain Detective: or, The Trigger Bu Belly.
816 Old Eollpae, Trump Card of Ariaona.

828 The Tea Pards or. The Terror oiTahs—Natlss.

886 Big Benson; or. in! Queen oiths Larso. .
845 Pitiiess Matt; 0', Red Thundsrhoil’s rot.

85¢: Dual Sam Lnd Par-’3 o- The Torribis ix.
860 Velvet Foot, the inclian Detoctlvs. f
8936 Captain Cutlass; or, 'l he B--utsnesr’a Girl Isa.

1196 Rough Rob: or. The lwin Champions of Bins II.
411 The Silken Lasso: or. Ths Ron of Ranch Roma.
4153 Felix Fox, the Boy Spotter.

425 Texas T’s-an9 "'0 3""5" mm"-

430 PM] Finals. the New York Fox.

445 The City Sleuth” on Red Rnlfe’s Pigeon. f
461 one Agnlnat Fifty; or. The Last Man of Ron It.
470 The Roy Shadow: or, Felix Fox’s Hunt. . ,
4?? The Execlnior Sport: or, The Washington Syn-r.
499 sum]. flight. the OnwFIi-ed Sport. ‘
50$ Branded liens ill" Night Ferret.

519 Dodger Dick. tht‘ Wharf-Spy Dstooliw.

521 Dodger Dick’s Best Dodge.

LATEST Aim NEW ISSUES. ‘

52? The Jolly Pards to the Rescue- !) P. 8. Warns. .

528 Fox and Falcon, the Bowery Shfldo'fl- By T. C. RM

529 Deadwood Dick’s near Ducks. 3: l- 1- Win-W

530 The Buckskin Boaters. By Col. P. Ingrahan.

581 Daisy Dare, the 3W” from Denver. By William G. hurl.

582 The Cowboy Duke. By Edwin Brooke Portul- V

588 Wreatiing Rex. the Pride orthe sum. wm. By Jo mm,

534 Degawood nick’s Death Hunt. Byl. L. Wheeler.

5815 The Doc skin Rovera. 1137 Col. Pratt-I harsh“,

586 Broadway Billy’n “ Diflkilty.” 3! J. 0- Cowdrlek.

531 on! Buckeye, the Sierra Sleuth. By J. V. Gabon.

assnodger Dick, the Dock Ferret. ‘By '1‘. C. Harlin“, _

539 Deadwood Dir-k Jr., in Texas- By law-rd owner».

540 Contain Ku-Kiox, the Mann“ 0’ ll“ Rio. By Colo-at
Prentiss ingraham. .

541 Jotr Flicker, the sub!- Boy WW"- By Jo my».

54” Tileflanyen Par-(ls. By M"le Duty.

Ready December 13. . . J’ .

548 Dodger Dick’s Double. 3! '1‘- C. HM-

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