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OATH-BOUNB to GUSTER.

A Romance ora Real Trail that. ended In
the uvenglng of the heroes, Custer and
hlu Three Hundred Troopers who
fell In “ Sitting Bull’s Battle
of the Big Horn.”

BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM,

AUTHOR OF “THE LEAGUE OF THREE,” “MERLE. I I '
THE MUTINEER.” “moxTEzUMA, THE MERCI-  7’ »{\\\\\\\\\
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JEWEss,” “ THE PRINCE OF THE

PRAIRIE," “ MOTHERLESS,"
ETCI, ETC, ETC.

CHAPTER I.
BUFFALO BILL TIIWARTS A \‘ILLAIN.
:LIVE or die I Take ym'r (n'micrnm
1116 words run": on: in clarlsu tones, 2mm,
threatemng and startling. and the one who gave
utterance to them covered tho heart of the one he
dressed man a revolver. “THE FIRST SCALP FOB CUSTER.”

 

 

 

 

2

Bufi‘alo Bill’s Grip.

 

 

The her bad suddenly sprung out from
the roa side, and half a score of armed men
were at his back, and as many rifles were lev-
eled upon the driver of the Overland sta 0,
whose further regress had been checked y
their unexpecte and unwelcome presence.

The man upon the stage box, and who held the
ribbons over the backs of six stylish grays, was

' Buffalo Bill, aman known through the length
i and breadth of our land as the King of the Bor-
. dermen.

The one who thus barred his way with a threat
of death was Bill Bevins the Chief of the Ban-
dits of the Overland, and a man who had sworn
to have the life of the noted plainsman, against
whom he had long held a grudge.

Within the stage were half a dozen pas-
sengers, and they sat in silent suspense, not
knowin 'whut would follow the dread words
that ha fallen so startlingly 11 )On their ears.

“Up with our hands, or iel Come, take
your choice, ufl’alo Bill!”

The threatening words had been repeated, as
Buflalo Bill had simply reined his horses to a.
halt and still grasped the lines.

He saw at a glance that an outlaw had sprung
to the head of each horse, and that he was cov-
ered by SeVeral rifles as well as the revolver in
the hand of Bill Bevins.

With no change of expression even, and not
the uiver of a muscle, he answered, calmly:

“ 5 you hold trumps in this game, Bill Bev-
ins up goes my hands.”

The reins were given a turn around the lan-
tern, and Buffalo Bill coolly raised his hands
above his head, to the apparent relief of the
outlaws, who seemed to fear that after all he
might resist, and they knew that such a man
wound him as they might, would die hard, and
game to the last.

“You have acted wisely, Buffalo Bill, and I
am gladto know that even you, in a tight place,
can )6 cowed.”

“We’ll not discuss that, Bill Bevins, for I am
driving on time and anxious to get on, so do
you}; thieving work quickly, and do not detain
me

, “‘ Well, you carry the Express old-box on this
trip. and I will trouble you for it?”
‘ You are mistaken, sir.”

, “ I know to the contrary, Buffalo Bill, for it

was put upon/ your stage at the Head-quarter

Station.

“ ome, I’ll stand no trifling.”

' “ Bill Bevins I am no man to trifle, and I tell
you I ut up a little job on you, and you grabbed
at thexbait, ’ said Buffalo Bill, with a smile.

" Ha! what do you mean?” cried the bandit
chief, savagely.

“ Only that I gave out that I was to drive the
stage through that carried the gold-box, telling
the company that I could make the run in spite
,of you and your gang, Bill Bevins.

‘ But I sent the go d—box by the other stage,

 

, Nora—Lt. 001. E. A. Carr, of the 5th Cavalry, and
Brevot-Ma or-General U. 8. Army, thus wrote re-
garding . F. Cody, (Buflalo Bill.) the hero of my

story:
; “ Fear McPauasou, NEBRASKA, ,
“July 3d, 1818.
“ From his services with my command. I am quali-
fied to bear testimony to his qualities and character.
“ He was very modest and unassuming. .1 did not
know for along time how good a title he had to the
a pellation, ‘ Bufi'alo Bill.’ I am apt to discount the
oiiiims of scouts, as they will occasionally exagger-
ate; and when I found one who said not ing about
himself I did not think much of him. till I had
proved him. He is a natural gentleman in his man—
here as well as in character, and has none of the
roughness of the typical frontiersman. He can
take his Own part when required, but I have never
heard of his using a knife or a pistol, or engagiu
in a quarrel where it could be avoided. His persona
strength and activity are such that he can hardly
meet aman whom he cannot handle. and his temper
and disposition are so good that no one has reason
to quarrel with him.
“ His eyesight is better than a. good field- lass;
- he is the bee trailer I ever heard of ; he is a le to
tell what Lind of count is ahead, so as to know
how to act. He is a pa ect judge of distance. and
always ready to tell correctly how many miles it is
to water, or to any place or how many miles have
been marched.‘ * f * ‘

“Mr. Cody seemed never to tire and was always
ready to go in the darkest night or the worst
weather. and usually volunteered, knowmg what the
emergency re ulre . His trailing, when following
Indiana or loo n2 for stray animals or game is sim-
ply wonderful. He is a most extraordinary hunter.

could not believe that a man could be certain to
shoot antelope running till I had seen him do it so
0 ten.
' " In I. fight Cody is never noisy, obstreperous or
excited. _

" God has since served with me as post guide and
scout a Fort McPherson. where be frequently distin-

. guished himself. ‘ * " "

“ In the summer of 1876, Cody went with me to the
Black Hills region, where he killed Yellow Hand.
Afterward he was With the Big Hem and Yellow-
stone expedition. I consider that his services to the
count. and the army by trailing, finding and fight-
ing Inxgans, and thus protecting he frontier settlers.
and by guiding commands over the best and most
practicable routes, have been far be and the com-
pensation he has received. Personal y, I feel under
obligations to him for assistance in my campaigns
which no other man could. or would, have rendered.

“E. A. CABR. Lt. 001. 5th Cavalry,
“Brea-Major—Gen. U. 5. Army.”

 

with all the valuables of the passengers here
with me, and in watching for me, |you miserable
trail robber, you allowed Nick R0 erts to go by
with the dust, thinking he was too little game
for on.

“ 0 on catch onto my little racket, Billy?”

Bufl’a 0 Bill lau lied ightly as he spoke al-
though he saw the aces of the men before him
grow black with rage.

“ Buffalo Bill, do you tell the truth?" de-
manded the outlaw captain, in hoarse, quivering
tones.

“ You are welcome to search the old ark,
Bill Bevins and inside are two ladies, a tender—
foot from the East, a soldier and a Chinee Hea-
then, and you can ask them if they didn’t send
on their valuables with Nick Roberts, all except-
ing the cavalr man, and he was of course dead
broke as all so diers are, and had» nothing that
you could steal.

“ Yes, you are the loser this game, my gallant
ca tain of the Overland thieves.”

he outlaw chief was white with passion, and
ste ping to the stage door threw it open, and
sai sternly: '

“ You heard what that man on the box
said?”

Several bowed in silence, while the Heathen
Chinee said:

“ Yes, talkee straightee, Buflalo Billee muchee
goodee ’Melican man.

“ Savee Chin Chin washee monee.”

“Silence, you infernal Chinee!

“You, sir, I ask, does Buffalo Bill tell the
truth?”

“He does; we were advised by the superin—
tendent to send our valuables by the other stage
and did so,” answermi a man of gentlemanly ad-
dress, seeminglfi speaking for the others. _

The face 0 il Bevins grew black with pas-
sion, and for a moment he was silent, while into
liis eyes gradually crept a look of devilish in-

cnt. '

Then he spoke, and in a tone that was sinister
and cruel:

“ Buffalo Bill, you have sealed your doom by
this act."

“ I have heard the same threat before, Bill
Bevins,” was the cool reply.

“ Mine are no idle words, as ou shall see.

“ Two of you men et upon t t box and bind
him securely,” came in stem order. I

Two of the outlaws at once obeyed, as far as
olambering upon the box was concerned; but
then the were suddenly seized by Buffalo Bill,
and whi 9 one of them was hurled backward to
the ground, the other was grasped around the
must, and the scout sprung with him from the

x.

As they alighted, Buffalo Bill had drawn a
revolver, and was throwing it forward to fire
upon the outlaw chief, when the weapon was
knocked from his hand by a blow from behind,
and several of the bandits threw themselves
upon him.

“ Upon our lives do not kill, or harm him i”
shouted Bill Bevins, springing forward to join
in the fight for mastery.

“ Come, friends, now to the brave man’s res-
cue!” cried the soldier, ringin from the stage,
to fall a cor as his eet touc ed the ground,
for the chie had heard his words and turning
iuddenly upon him, had sent a bullet into his

rain. '

Borne down by the weight of numbers, Buf-
falo Bill, iant in strength that he is, was unable
to break rom his foes, and was securely bound,
hands and feet.

Then the bandits turned to their chief for fur-
ther orders, and the look of fiendish cruelty upon
his face roved that he had formed some in 01-
ical p10 to avenge himself upon his old-time
foe, who had so cleverlymthwarted him from
seizing the Express gold— x.

 

CHAPTER II.
THE VILLAIN’S REVENGE.

“Now drag him u on his box again,” ordered
the bandit leader to is men, and with an effort
they obeyed.

“ Lash him there i” was the next command,
and Buffalo Bill was firmly tied to the box.

“ Now throw the reins loosely over the foot-
board l” .

This order was also obeyed, Buffalo Bill the
while looking calmly on, evidently anticipating
the heinous crime his enemy intended, yet utter-
ing no word, and‘witb not one atom of fear of
his fate visible upon his fine face. ,

Having executed their work, by lashing Buf—
falo Bill with lariats, firmly to the box-seat,
and his feet to the foot-board the outlaws
turned again to their cruel captain for further
orders.

They were given, and in the same relentless,
sinister tone:

“ Throw that dead soldier back into the old
hearse!”

It was done.

“ Now take your lariats and tie them around
the stage sothat it will be impossible for one of
those within to get out, at least in time to save
themselves i”

“ Hold on, Bill Bevins, before you go too far i”

The cry came from the stern lips of Buffalo
Bill, who heard the command of (I118 foe. ~

 

The outlaw turned with a wicked smile upon
his bound prisoner, and asked:

“ With‘ what do you threaten me, Bill Cody?”

“The worst fate that ever met mortal man,
if you dare to comrrit the cruel deed you have
in View,” was the bold reply.

“ Dead men tell no tales, Buffalo Bill," sneered
the outlaw.

f‘ Oh, yes they do, for the fate of those in
this stage will soon become known, and'you'll
find there are men who dwell on this border that
will hunt you down to a worse death than that
you visit upon us.”

“ You know then what I intend shall be your
doom, it Seems?”

“ What is it?”

“ To prevent the passengers of this stage from
getting out, and then leadin the horses to you-

er fork of the road, to turn t em loose and force
them down Breakneck Hill.”

“ You are right, Buffalo Bill, for such is my
intention,” was the bold reply.

“Look here, man, these ssengers have done
you no wrong,” urged Bu alo Bill.

“ You liei they cheated me out of their valu—
ables " was the save e retort.

“ No, it was I did t at, for I told them to send
everything by Nick‘s coach, as ours would he
the one ha to on this trip, so visit your reven e
upon me and let them go free,” was the nob e
request of the scout.

" Oh, I shall have my revenge upon you, and
upon them, too: ,v

“ You, Buffalo Bill, I know are the chief scout
at the fort, and you went out of your way to
pretend that you would drive the oldcoach
through, and I owe you a debt for it t at Ishall
now settle.

“And, my handsome plainsman, I have not
forgotten that some years ago you captured me
and sent me to prison.”

“Where you deserve to go, as a horse-thief
and cut—throat,” was the fearless re ponse. .

The outlaw leader laughed lightly, for he felt
that his time of revenge had come and without
reply he turned to his men, who had most se~
curely enwrapped the stage in their lariats, in
such a way that neither door could be opened, or
a person get out without great difficulty and
spending considerable time in doing so.

The passengers within seemed almost dazed
with horror at their situation, for they had heard
all and fully realized the fell purpose of the
bandit leader, yet hoped that it was a threat,
and not real intention on his part to carry out so
fiendish a desi of revenge because he had fail-
cd in getting t 6 ex cted treasure.

Mute and motion ess sat the two ladies upon
the back seat, and in the center was the gentle-
man whom Bufi‘alo Bill had referred to as a
“ tenderfoot," while in front was the stiffening
form and ghastly face of the dead soldier, and
which the Chinee s emed anxiousto avoid touch-
ing, as he opped his head out of first one win-
dow and en the other, all the time chattering
like a monkey.

“ Now, Buffalo Bill, straight for the Break-
neck Hill on go, and if these horses do not
carry you own it at a speed that will smash
this old hearse to atoms, and break their own
necks, I’ll give up the road-agency business and
turn parson,” said Bill Bevins, in a cold, heart—
lcss tone, and a look that told the joy he felt in
his anticipated reven e.

“ Again I ask on, ill Bevins, to spare those
in the coach, an visit upon me any revenge you
like,” and Bufl‘alo Bill spoke in a low, earnest
tone that proved he had no fear of death, but
pleaded alone for those who had intrusted them-
selves to his care.

“Yes. killee scoutee, savee Chin Chin,” cried
the Chinee from the window, and he dodged
back just in time to escape a blow aimed at him
by one of the outlaws.

“ No, Buffalo Bill, I send you your horses,
the hearse and passengers to the devil together.

“ Here, men lead these animals to yonder
fork of the road, and there turn them loose l”

The outlaws obeyed and with the first turn
of the wheels there came moans of anguish from
within the coach.

But Buffalo Bill was, though pale, stern, silent
and fearless.

A hundred yards along the Overland trail, the
road forked to the left, and long before had
been used, until b caving and washing the hill
had become utter y'inipassable.

An eighth of a mile beyond where it branched
011’, was the long and stee Breakneck Hill, and
down this, where hardly, our-footed beast could

ick its way the banth leader intended the

orses sho d be driven dragging the stage»
ceach after them.

“Now Buffalo Bill, our life ends here,”
cried Bill Bevms, savage y. ,

“ All right. old man, and the be 3 won’t for-
get how I died,” was the almost reek ess response.

“ Turn ’em loose!” shouted the bandit leader.

The men at the bits sprung aside, blows were
given the leaders, to set them oing, yells and
shouts frightened them, and t e splendid ani-
mals bounc ed away like the wind, the shrieks
of those within the stage-coach drowned by the
shouts of the cruel outlaws, the tramping of
hoofs and the rattle of the lumbering wheels. ,

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CHAPTER III.
GENERAL onsrnn TO THE FRONT.

A Houseman was crossing a tract of prairie
and heading for a line of hills, ragged, rugged
and Wild that loomed up before him. .

_Though alone n n the prairie, afar back in l
his . rear were visible other horsemen, urging
their tired horses on with voice and spur upon
his trail.

At first glance one might have thought it was
a chase, the one in advance being pursued by
the score of men in his rear; but a second look
would have shown that it was the difference in
human nature and horseflesh that caused a
league of space to separate the leader and his
comrades.

The rider was a man of fine physique, dressed
In a cavalry fatigue suit, with pants stuck in
the to s of handsome boots, 9. slouch hat, pinned
up wi h a pair of crossed sabers of gold, and a
gold cord encircling it, while upon the shoulders
of his jacket were straps showing his rank to
be that of a general officer in the United States
army.

His face was a striking one, the features be-
ing clearly cut, daring to recklessness, and
resolute to sternness, though there was a. kindly
look in the flashing eyes.

His hair and mustache were blonde in hue,
and the former was waving, and fell upon his
shoulders, thereby softening his expression
somewhat.

He was armed with a. gold-hilted cavalry
sword and a pair of handsomely~mouuted, ser-
viceable revolvers, and wore gauntlet gloves.

His bridle and saddle were of the finest work-
:manship, and from a holster upon one side of
the horn protruded the butt of a large navy six-
shooter, while a lariat, neatly coiled, hung upon
the other side.

The animal he bestrode was as impatient as
‘his rider to get on, and that continued impa<
tience had caused the officer to drop his escort
far iilntl the rear, urge their tired steeds as they
mi .

d It is alittle risky to strike the hills alone;
but I‘ll take the chances, and enjoy the view un-
til the men come up.

“If I am attacked by Indians or road-agents
I can but fight, or run for it,” said the horse-
man, haif-aloud, and peering cautiously ahead
of him he let his horse strike the trail up into
the hills, and had soon mounted to a. command-
ing point. ,

As the foliage obstructed the view he turned
short of! to the left, and soon reached a spot
where he could command the scene spread out
before him. ’

The place where he halted seemed to have
once been an old trail, but lon since fallen into
disuse, on account-of the was down the hill-

‘Sl 3.

But it afforded him a rand view of the
sloping hill, the prairie, wit his escort comin
toward him. and far beyond a green fringe 0
trees bordering a river.

Lost in contemplation of the landscape, he
satin silence upon his horse his eyes drinking in
the beauties of Nature, when he was suddenly
startled b loud yells and distant shots.

Instant y his reins were seized well in hand,
and the large revolver drawn from the holster,
while the horse was turned about as on a pivot,

l

“ Those were not Indian yells,” he muttered,
for, the thorough plainsman, he recognized the
difference between a white man’s shout and a
red-skin’s war-cry.

“ Hal I hear the sound of boots and wheels,
and the hots and yells still continue.”

So, saying, he bent his ear and listened, while
Isis horse became excited as with the scent of

anger.

Then the shots and sounds ceased, and yet the
rapid clatter of boots was heard, and mingling
with it the rumble and jar of swiftly-turning
wheels.

It was evident that whatever made the

stood, and be bent his piercing eyes through the
timber.

“ By heavenl it is thestage-coach l”

The cry broke from his lips in ringing tones,
and immediately followed the words:

“ And the team is running away, or—flyi'ng
from somedan er.”

Intent'ly he now gazed before him, as there
dashed into sight six ay horses 1 Jshlng along
like antelopes their eads erect. eyes flashing,
nostrils exten ed, and every evidence that they
were flying in wild alarm.

“ Ha! they are running away, and their dri-
ver has lost is nervel

f‘ They will dash to destruction down this
bill, for they are mad and blind with terror.”
t“Then raising his voice he shouted in trumpet
. nes:

“ Put on your brake! Drag hard on your
lines, man, or you are lost!”

And back in clarion notes came the startling
answer:

 

“Ho! general! I have lost my grip]

“See! I am bound hand and foot!”

“ Baillie Bill] by the gods of war!” shouted
the horseman. recognizing the scout upon the

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00X. and 3661118110": What had before °SCEPBG i But the horses were maddened with fright,

him, that he was indeed bound, and that the
reins were loosely swinging, and fastened to the
lantern.

At this discovery the gold. spurs had sunk
into the flanks of his s lendid thoroughbred,
that bounded forward ike a rocket; but, as
though some second sudden thou ht had flashed
upon him, he rained the sultry: back with a.
force that brought him upon his haunches, and
throwing forward the hand that held there vol-
ver, said grimly:

“an, George Custer, rate your boasth
deadly aim and nerve, an save yonder noble
man from death I”

 

CHAPTER IV.
THE oaru.

01m glance upon the horseman, whom the
reader now knows to have been General George
A. Custer. the ill-fated hero of the Big Horn,
was suiflcient to show that he possessed a nerve
of iron. ,

His spirited horse had been reined back with
a pull upon the severe bit that had tamed its
impatience, and there was no excitement, no
hurry in the movements of the rider. ‘

His face was placid, but firm, his eyes alone
showing the intense pressure upon him, and he
glanced at his pistol, to see that all was right
with the air of one who knew that life an
death hung upon it alone.

Straight toward him the maddened horses
were coming with a terrific rush of s cod, and
had even the bound man on the box t en been
able to seize the reins, no human strength could
have checked them in the space between them
and Breakneck Hill.

Once they had gone over the brow of the hill,
and death to them and all in the coach was cer-

in.

Far back in the rear the keen eyes of General
Custer detected a band of horsemen.

They were no uniforms, were not in buck-
skin, were not Indians, and could but he, in
that lonely spot, and under the circumstances,
none other than the Bandits of the Overland,
and they were evidently coming to witness the
finale of their hellish work.

A glance showed General Custer that his own
men were yet a mile awa u n the prairie;
but not an instant did he estate because he
was alone.

He would first do what he could for the res-
cue of Buffalo Bill and those in the coach, for
he saw’the head of the poor Chinee thrust half
out upon one side, and a hand grasping a.
knife upon the other, cutting at the lariats in
wild haste.

Perfectly calm was Buffalo Bill, though not a
hundred yards now separated him from certain
death, unless the gallant horseman in his front
could save him.

All this had General Custer noted in almost a
single glance, and from the time he had raised his

,revolver ready to fire. to the instant he was
ready to press the trigger had been but a few
seconds.

Nearer the horses bounded, and when they
had come within easy range, the finger touch-
pd Ego trigger, and the flash and report fol-

ow .

With perfect presence of mind General Cus-
ter had made his calculations.

Did he kill one of the leaders it would throw
the others upon him, and the sta e would be

thurled :ver and perhaps kill the u_nd scout
u n the box.

id be kill one of the wheel-horses he would
become a drag to the others, yet still be borne
along at a slackened speed until his mate could
be brought down, when those in advance would
have their career greatl retarded, if not
checked altogether, and i not the latter an-
other animal could be killed and that must end
the suspense and danger to those in the stage.

With the crack of his first shot the off-
wheeler dropped, the stage swayed forward,
sideways an then was dragged on by the
five horses remaining yet, at a slackened pace.

Still keeping his revolver at an aim, General
Custer noted the result of his shot, and again
touched the trigger.

With the second shot the other wheeler stum-
bled, staggered, half-fell, regained his feet, and

Just as General Custer was about to fire again,
went down heavily.

Again the coach sWayed badly; but the
5‘30“ Pole was kept up by the pressure of the
draft of four horses upon it, and the heavy
breastchains and traces kept the two dead
animals file attached to it, thus acting as a
gowerful drag “P011 the others andslackening
heir speed t9 a slow gallo _

Raising his pistol as though about to fire
again General Custer seemed sudden] to
change his mind and returning it to its holster,
drozle the spurs into his horse and darted for-
war .

Wheeling as he reached the leaders he rode.

alongside of them. seized the rei and tire ed
them back upon their haunchesns’ 38
And not an . stunt too soon, for the brow of
Breakneck Ell was not three lengths of the
coach and team away.

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and again sprung forward, and General Custer
in vain drew on the reins with one hand, while
with the other he held back his own excited
animal.

“ It is no use, general, you’ll have to drop an-
other,” said Buffalo Bill, \iith the utmost cool-
ness, though they were nearing the hill rapidly.

“I wished to save the brutes, Cody, but it can
not be,” was the equally calm rejoinder, and
again the large “ Navysix ” was drawn from
its holster and one, two, shots followed almost
to ether.

own in their tracks went the middle team,
and the shock and weight dragged the leaders
upon their haunches, while the stage-conch rolled
half on top of the slain animals and came to a
sudden stand-still which sent those on the back
seat into the arms of those in frent.

There was a coniniingled shriek of joy and
terror from the ladies, a wild yell from the Hea-
then Chinee, and all was still. ‘

“Quick, general, as you are alone, you had
better fly, for see, onder come my foes," cried
Bullalo Bill, glancing back at Bill Bevlns and
his band now coming forward at a iupid run.

But General Custer was no man to fly and’
leave a comrade in peril.

His escort was yet a long way 03 he knew,
Buffalo Bill was bound beyond quick rel
and those in the coach could not be gotten ou
in time to aid in beating back the bandits.

But his mind was made up what he should do,
and with his hat in one hand and revolver in
the other, hedashed directly toward the bandits,
shouting in his thrilling battle tones:

“ Follow me, men, and out these devils down i”

There was a sudden reining in of steeds, and
then came the cry: '

“ Ho, menl fly for your lives! It is duster,
and his troopers are upon us I”

It was Bill Bevins who spoke. and Well he
knew the “Blonde—haired Custer.”

Away the bandits darted like the wind, after
a rattling fire of revolvers that did no harm, and
with a light laugh General Custer galloped back
to the coach, where the two leaders, now thor-
ou hly cowod, stood panting and trembling.

pringing u on the box by the side of Buffalo
hBill, general usier hastily cut his bonds, while

e sni :

“ There, Cody, you are free, and as my escort
will soon be along we can soon help these poor
passengers out of their trouble.”

Turning upon the box where he stood, Buflalo
Bill rasped the hand of his gallant rescuer and
said mpressivel : '

“Ye, Genera , I am free and I owe my life
to you. - When I forget this day, may Heaven
forget me. I swear it I” ‘ ‘

CHAPTER V.
OATH-BOUND 'ro cusmn.

SEVERAL years have gone by since the scene!
narrated in the foregomg chapters, and alo
the border, in the time thus passed, the rifle a
revolver have sent forth their deadly bullets
the knife has met knife in the hand-to-hancl
struggle, the shrill war-cries of the Indians have
been heard in valle , on bill and prairie, and
red trails have been ollowed'to the bitter end
by pale-face and red-skin alike.

In these wild scenes upon the far frontier no
two men have borne more conspicuous parts
than General Custer and Buffalo Bill.

Their duties kept them apart, yet now and
then they would meet upon the war-path, or in
the bivouac, and then the one would ever recall
that da when he had been saved from death
by the and of the other, and ever add:

“General. if you ever die in battle, I will
avenge you.”

That this was no idle pledge. let my reader
come with me to the Big Horn’s banks, where
perished in battle a gallant band of heroes.

The wild war-cries of the red skins had died
away, the defiant cheers of the “ Gallant Three
Hundred" troopers were no longer heard, the
roar of battle had ceased, and only an appalling
holocaust remained.

The Big Horn’: crystal tide flowed murmur- v
ingly by, the birds sat sopfiless in the tree-tops.
the setting sun fell upon lside and valley, and
a. deathlike repose rested upon all. , ,

The budding wild flowers and tender grass of
June had been trampled upon, crimson stains
were here and there, and tiny red rivalets had
found their way down the slopes. « '

\ Up the valley columns of blue smoke curled
upward from smoldering cam fires, here and
there a deserted tepee was visib e, a dog prowied
about the desolate village, a mustang with a
bullet-shattered le stood motionless and de-
jected, and upon rested a scene of dreariness
that was piti ul.

.But adown the valley from the deserted In-
dian village was ascene to appall the heart when
the eye rested upon it.

Here, the everywhere, in one huddled mass
la men and arses dead to ther.

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the crimson tide that had flowed from death'-
wounds given to man and beast alike.

Stern, white-faced men they were, half-
stripped of their uniforms, robbed of their wea.
gone after death, and lyin amid their fees,

ideoug, painted, savage In ians, whom their
red comrades, in their flight from the fearful
scene, had not borne of! to burial, though they
had found time to tear the dearly-prized scalp-
lock from the heads of their pale—face enemies.

A trooper or two, a redaskin, an officer, a
chief, a caparisoned steed, an Indian pony, all
dead. they lay, here, there, ever Where, upon
the hillsides, in the valley, near t e river,’until
the who 6 scene for acres was thus strewn over,
and the total sacrifice remained, showing how
deadly had been the fray, how fearful the holo-
caust upon the very threshold of the Indian vil-

lage.

And upon this sickening sight, where Death
reigned supreme, where Custer and his gallant
troopers still held the field, though slain, a
horseman came, just as the sun touched the
ridge of the distant hills.

He had been following a well-marked trail
up the canyon, to suddenly have this scene of
carnage burst upon him.

Alone, he was hearing dispatches from one
general officer to another, that other whom his
eye was soon to fall upon, but whose hand could
never grasp his more in welcome.

So suddenly did the scene burst upon him, so
unexpected the sight that met his gaze, that,
man of iron heart and nerves of steel though he
was be fairly reeled in his saddle. and reinin
his orse back upon his baunches, with crue
drag upon the bit, he covered his face with his
'mds as though to shut out the appalling spec-

a.

An instant only did the man show this weak-
ness, and then his white face was turned upon
the red field that had burst like some dream of
Dante’s Inferno upon his vision.

White faced as the deed before him, with e es
that fairl burned with the fire of rage ll 5 t at
were livi and quivering, and haudst a trem-
bled, he looked for one full minute upon what
In before him.

cm the deserted Indian village in the dis-
tance. with its few to s still remaining, he
glanced to the trampl , dead-strewn hillsides,
and then upon the valley where had been the
thickest of the fight.

No movement of man or beast came, as he
had hoped, to prove that life yet remained. that
Death’s ic touch had not stil ed every pulse.

No, he elt, he knew, when he saw the scalp-

I'ed work had been comp etc.

He uttered no word, but, dismounting, took
from of! his head the broad sombrero he wore,
and with respectful tread moved forward.

Slowly his horse followed in his tracks, his
dDistzgded, as e invaded the sacred Valley of

ea .

From dead to dead the hforseman went, hil

e 08 I‘ V 80-81111 D? 9"8 ace.
wit-reg; there he en‘szd as‘a heap of slain

ved how bitter ha been the struggle just at

t int.

H up the hillside, then down in the valley,
over near the banks of the stream, and steadll
movin toward the Indian village he went, his
horse ollowing slowly and in trembling dread.

At last his eye fell 11 n a heap of slain ust
upon a slight knoll, an at the base of a ow
rock.

Hisgaze scanned the field quickly then, and
he seemed to feel that there would be found the

spot the en had come, the last act of the fear-
fuldrama had been layed, and that the cur-
tain of doom had fa en upon the remnant of
that gallant band, to rise no more for them in

life. I
Through the dead he picked his way. until
‘eeeing that they lay so thick his horse could not
follow him wit out crushing them beneath his
iron hoofs, he bade him halt, in a low, deep.
voice that fairly startled him with its strange

k tfinhisii‘ck‘d i‘l‘l
trembling] stood loo ing e rig an e
as though yhe longed to fly from the dread

scene.

And on strode his rider toward the heap of
slain that had caught his eye, for there he
seemed to feel Fate beckoned him.

Nearer and nearer he drew, stepping with
reverence over the dead bodies about him, and
lookin down pitifully into the ghastly, up-

faces whose sightiess e es seemed to meet
his own with astony stare t at longed to tell
all they had seen ere death eclipsed them.

 

A few steps more and he reached the spot'he
'had sought, and a groan issued from between
his shut teeth, and hebowed his uncovered head I
with grief and reverence commingled.

There, resting in an attitude that showed he
had sunk down fighting to the last, lay the
blonds—haired chieftain, Custer. _

His head was bored. and his light hair was
flowin and blood-stained.

The eft hand grasped the barrel of a revol-
ver. which showed that ihi‘charses had been

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emptied and that it had been clubbed to use at
close quarters, while the right held his sword-
hilt. and the blade was buried in the body of a
painted chief, and was probably the last act of
the dying leader of the three hundred slaugh-
tered troo rs.

About im lay the brave officers and men‘
who had died with him, and their foes were
piled in heaps around their last rallying point.

The one who stood gazing upon the scene of
death. the red tracks left by cruel war, saw
that Custer alone had been respected by his foes,
for no knife had snatched from his roud head
the seal —lock, and even the savage raves that
fought him to the death, had laid no impious.
touch upon him.

“ Custer dead I”

The words broke from the lips of the one who
stood above him, and the voice quivered as n no
deepest sorrow.

And then suddenly burst forth in ringing

tones:

“ Ay, dead. and slain by those who had vowed
totake his life.

“ Indian work this is, but back of it there is a
pale-face hand, and I mean to ferret out this
red deed and brin retribution on whom retri-
bution should just y fall.”

Like trum t tones his words had rung out,
the storm to lowing the calm.

Andthen, a ring ng forward, he drogped upon
one knee, an raising his hand towar heaven,
he said, in a voice that quivered with sorrow
and passion:

” Yes. here upon this red field, in the presence
of him whose death I once swore to avenge, I
renew that now and from this day hold myself
as oath-bound to Custer!”

Having uttered his vow upon bended knee
the man s rung suddenly to his feet, as there
fell upon is eats a human voice, crying in
threatening tones:

“And I swear, Bufl'alo Bill, that you shall
never keep the oath your lips have just uttered 1”

CHAPTER VI.
m covaran SCALP-LOCK.

THE words that broke upon the ears of Buf-
falo Bill, as he stood there surrounded b the
dead, and believing himself alone the only] viug
human being near, fell like a voice from the
tomb, and for once the noted plainsman was
momentarily unnerved.

But when his eyes fell upon the speaker. and
saw that he had an old and deadly foe to deal
with, and heard the threatening words. he in-
stantly became himself again, and said, in a
tone that was reckless in its indiflerence:

“ Well, Bill Bevins, we meet again, and as be-
fore, you hold the trump card, for you have me
covered, I see.”

The man he addressed stood within five feet
of him, and held a rifle covering his heart.

To all appearances he was an Indian chief, for
he was so bedecked with feathers, and his face
was hideously ainted. while he wore the full
attire of a re -skin, from moccasins to war-
bonnet. _

At his back, with rifles and arrows covering
the scout, were a score of braves, who had, with
the stealthy trend of panthnrs, followad their
leader to the spot where Buffalo Bill knelt over
the body of Custer, and well did the scout know
that he was at the mercy of his foes.

“ You know me, then. Buffalo Bill?” asked
the man, whose words had so startled him.

“Yes, even beneath your aint and feathers,
I recognize the black heart 0 Bill Bevins,” was
the fearless reply of the scout.

“Have a care, Sir Scout for every word of
insult you heap upon me abs 1 be a burning coal
upon your head, when you come to die.”

“ Yes, when I come to die; but I am one who
carries the belief about with me in my pocket,
you accursed renegade, that while there is life

here’s hope.”

“ That belief will do you no good, now.”

“Bahl a. barking dog never bites,” was the
contemptuous reply.

The renegade looked as though he was about
to shoot the scout in his_ tracks; but be caught
sight of a smile upon his face, and, not under-
standing it, refrained, while he said:

“You must have he] ‘at hand. or you would
not be thus defiant, Bu alo Bill.” .

" No, I am all alone, and he who once saved
me from your vengeance lies stark and dead be-
fore you there. .

“ Look upon him, man! look upon these brave
men who lie about him silent in death, and let
your coward heart cringe, if heart you have,

hat you, a white man, should have aided the
red-skins in this red, devilish work.”

Buffalo Bill spoke impetuously, and his eyes
flashed fire as he bent them upon the renegade,
who did for a moment seem to cower at the
words of the scout.

But the next instant, with a shrug of the
shoulders, he said:

“ Ay, l was white once, Bill Cod , and in
own blood- kindred cast me adrift in t a world— ’

“ Your own crimes,” sneered Buffalo Bill.

“ Yes, I did sin, and for it I was treated with
no mercy and that I might not die in prison I
came to eta boundless land.

 

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" The world owed me a. living and it gave me
none, so I took to horse-stealing, and then to
stage—robbing, and you made the overland trail
so hot for me that I had to become a rene ade.

“I swore to have revenge on you, an once-
that man, that corpse, saved you from m
well-planned scheme to see you die, and I
vowed that he, too, should fee the weight of
my hatred.”

“You have kept that vow, you accursed
renegade,” said Buffalo Bill. with savage ear-
nestuess

mo, 36 recklessly attacked the Sioux in
their village, and he and his soldiers were
beaten back, overwhelmed and crushed.”

“And not one left to tell the story, no pris-
oners taken?” .

“Oh no! Sitting Bull wanted no prisoners
from Custer’s band. and all who charged in
here with him are dead, and their scalps adorn
the belts of many a gallant brayo.”

“ And you fought with the Sioux?” asked the

scout. _

“Yes, and killed as they killed, without
mercy.” _ ‘

“ And you do not fear to admit it?”

“Why should l. for em I not speaking to

one who will soon be dead?” was the sinister res

pl . .

K It looks that way, I do not deny, Bill
Bevins: but answer me one question.

“ Did you kill General Custer?"

“ I am sorry to say that I did not.”

“You know who did kill him?”

“Yellow Hand claims that honor.”

:: §he Sibeyenne they call the Giant Chief?"

es.

Buffalo Bill made no reply, but simply smiled,
and the renegade asked:

“ Would you know why I have returned
here when Sitting Bull and his warriors are in
full flight?” '

“ Yes, why have you dared come back here
among the sacred dead?”

“I will tell ou. '

“Sitting Bu 1 refused to allow Red Knife, or
an other chief, to take the scalp of Custer."

‘God bless the old red sinner for that,” fer-
vently said Buflalo Bill.

“ But I am Death Killer, the medicine chief,
and I have come back myself to take the blonde
scalp-lock from the head of the haughty man
against whom I swore revenge.”

“Bill Bevins, accursed though you be, with a
heart blacker than the vilest red-skin can boast
of,1you will not do this wrong,” cried Buflalo
Bil , his voice tremblin with emotion.

‘9 You are mistaken,
joinder.

“ I called to a few of my braves to follow
me, and rode back to take that scalp-lock.

‘ I saw you coming hither and knew I could
no mists en in your an some ace an e e-
t be ' k ' h f d l

gin orm, an eav ng our ponies we ogge

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your steps, and you were too much cast down
with grief to know your danger.

“ See, I am here, and you are my prisoner.
and when you have seen me tear the trophy
from yonder head,,theu will I wrin a cry for
mercy from your stern li s, Buflalo ill.”

“ Never! if this be my ast act on earth 1”
Wit'i his ringing words Bufialo Bill suddenl
jerked a revolver from his belt, and throwing t

forward, fired with the quickness of a flash.

CHAPTER VII.
rnarnnn rear.

80 re id and unex ected had been the move-
ment 0 Buffalo Bil , in drawing his revolver
and firing it that not one of the warriors, who
stood behind their renegade chief, some with
arrows fitted to their bows, and others with
atlas covering the heart of the scout, had time

re.

And, not even Bill Bevins himself. who had
his weapon pointed at Buflalo Bill. had an in-
stant to touch the trigger before the act, flash
and report came almost together.

Momentarin the arm was stunned by the se-
vere blow of the arrow-head, which lanced on
tliie bgne, alpd {loll gobgmhdde, thedrevo ver drop-

n ram is an t e groun .

p Agnd yet, swift as had been the not of the
scout, one eye had been quick enough to send
an arrow upon its errand and strikin the out—
stretched arm of Buffalo hill, just as is flnger
touched the trigger, it buried itself there and
by the shock destroyed his unerrlng aims

But, having made the daring move, and know-
ing that death must follow his deed, Buffalo
Bm dro pea his left hand upon his second re-
volver. determined to press the fighting and die
as had the silent man who lay at his feet.

Madden with rage, and thirsting for the
life 0! his {09. Bill Bevins shouted tohis war-
riors torush upon the scout and take him alive,
that he might end his career by cruel torture.

But sud only a slender form darted before
the red braves, and with an arrow set in readi-
ness to let fly, covered them. while there came
in ringin tones, and in the Sioux tongue:

2%3 3.6 Brush?” sear

e eat er ee comm

Like one man they halted and gazed um tho

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“You’ve got the heart to do it, Ibelleve, if

One Who had 5 mm; between him and certain vou have the nerve to carry it out,” said Buffalo

death, though 9 knew full well that the arrow
"curled in his 511‘”) had been sent from the how
he now beheld bent upon his foes.

It was a woman that he saw, or rather a young
,girl, for she was sozircel y over seventeen.

Her form was slender and graceful and
seemed weighted down with the bead and
feather-wrought costume she wore, while her
face bore the unmistakable stamp of ‘iaving
pale-face as well as Indian blood flowing in her
‘VOlllS.

Buffalo Bill’s long life upon the rairies had
made him a skeptic in regard to In ian beauty,
and yet he could not but admit that the one be-
fore him possessed a face and form of rare love-
dlflE’SS.

Why she was there, he did not know, but
there was one remarkable feature about her that
\bOlfi him who she was.

That was her hair, for though just budding
into woman hood, it was as white as snow!

Long luxurious hair it was, you every strand
was of seeming silver, contrasting strangely
with her comp exion of bronze and eyes as
lblack as ebony.

The scout had heard of such a being in the
head village of the, Sioux. and that she was
looked upon as one sent especially by the Great
Spirit, and was revered and feared by every
Indian of the tribe, from the oldest medicine-
mon to the youngest pappoose.

From this reason she was called the Sioux
«Fguegn, though her real name was Feather

ec .

As she was here on the red field the warriors
of her tribe had made, Buffalo Bill feared that
her people might be returning to lay an ambus-
cade for the force then marching to support
Custer, and from which he had. come with
dispatches.

f such was the case he must make a des-
perate attempt to escape and warn them of
danger, for, maddened by their victory and
drunk with the blood they had caused to flow,
the Sioux would prove far more formidable
toes in another battle with the pale-faces.

While this thought was flashing through his -

mind the renegade spoke, addressing the maid-
en, who still held her threatening attitude:

“ Why has the Feather Feet become the
friend of the slayer of her peoplge, for the man
before her is Pa e-has-ka*, the ‘llerl”

“The arrow of the Feather Feet still sticks in
the arm of the Pa-e-has-ka. '

“ Is that the way an Indian treats a friend?”
asked the young girl, with scorn in look and

tone.
“ Then the Feather Feet yields the pale-face
Eoebogf’her people to the medicine-chief of her
r1 e ‘
l “ No!” was the decided response.
“ What would the maiden do?” asked the
renegade, with surprise.
t She would herself carry Pa-c-has-ka. to her
ri e.
“ The Feather Feet is no warrior,” sneered
the rene ade.
“She as just saved the life of the pale-face
medicine-chief of her tribe,” was the calm re-

rt.

At this Buflalo Bill laughed lightly, for he
saw that the shot went home, and his seeming
indiirerenoe to his peril caused her to turn her
eyes upon him.

The look was not a stare, it was more, and
she scanned him from head to foot.

What was in her thoughts none could tell;
but, as though havin decided u n her course
of action, she steppe boldly to t e side of Buf-
falo Bill and drew the arrow out of his arm
where it had passed rtially through it.

The scout never w need at the pain, and bare-
ing the arm, she bound it ug with a piece of
raot buckskin, not a word ein spoken the
while, though the renegade an his braves
watched her intently. .

“Is not that act of the Feather Feet one of
friendship for the pale-face?” asked the rene-
gade, when she had dressed the Wpund as well
as she was able to do under the circumstances.

The Indian girl made no reply to the rene-
gade, but asked, addressing Buffalo Bill:

“ Is the pale-face Pa-e-has-ka?”

“ So the Indians call me,” was the response.

“ Why is he here?" .

“I came to see the dead chief, there, my

friend,” answered Buflalo Bill, speaking in per-‘

feet Sioux, and ointing to the dead Custer,
whose stern face ooked almost hie-like in the

V inst glow of the setting sun which fell upon it.

“Where are the pale-face brothers of the
Pa—ehas-kaf”

Buffalo Bill pointed in the direction from
whence he had come, and said:

“Far away.”

“The Feather Feet is his foe, and the foe of
his people; but she wishes not to see the WOIVes
and the vultures tear the brave ale-faces in
I ieces, and she will let the Pa-e- ka go to
' ' a his warriors to bury them.”

' ans call Bunnie Bill Paw-harm (1:038
miliiigdi-rhe Killer." Tu Amm-

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Bill, bluntly, while the renegade cried, sav-

a e y:

C ‘éNo‘, you shall not leave this spot alive, Bill
0 v.

“ We’ll see who wears the breaches in this
family, Bill Bevins,” laughed Buffalo Bill,‘ as
though amused in spite of his peril, and turning
to Feather Feet, he continued, in Sioux:

“ Now it’s your put, my red-skin beauty.”

VVithont noticing the remark of the renegade,
the maiden continued:

“ But the Pa. e—has-ka must make the Feather
Feet a promise.”

“ 1’“ do it.” .

“ The Feather Feet came from the great chief,
Sitting Bull, who told her to seek the pale-face
warriors down the valley and tell them where
to find their dead braves. .

“He bids them remain here and bury their
dead, and not follow on the trail of his people,
who go far to the north.

“ Will the Paoth ka tell his chiefs the
words of the Sitting Bull?”

“ I will.” .

“And will he then come back and be a. cap
tive of the Sitting Bull?”

She looked him straight in the eye as she asked
the question, and Buflalo Bill saw that she
meant just what she said; but he asked:

“Does the Feather Feet mean that I am to
return to her people after I have guided the sol-
diers here to see the work of her ople?"

“ The Feather Feet has spoken._

“ And this is the promise she Wishes Para-has-
ka, to make her?”

The Indian ‘rl nodded.

“ Whv shell (1 he return?” .

“ He is the captive of the medicine chief now,
but Feather Feet lets him go free that his pale-
face braves may not lie here unburied, and that
the other warriors of his people me. take warn:
JiBngnnottofollow upon the trail 0 the Sitting

u . -

" Will he promise to do this, and then com.
to the Village of the Sioux!”

Buflalo Bill was silent an instant.

If he refused, he knew that she would not
protect him from the rene ade.

If he promised, he woul keep that promise,
be the end what it might.

But the promise bade fair to help him out of
the present difficulty, and he would make it.

But he made a mental reservation, too, and
that was that after hearing the tidings to the
supporting column, and deliverin Sitting
Bul ’s warning, he would go on to t ‘e Indian
village, but With a force at his back that would

rise the red-skins.

‘ I romise the Feather Feet,” he said.

" e’ll not keep his pledge, ’ cried the rene-

ade. .
g “The Pa-e-haska. is the foe of my people,
but his tongue is straight,” said the maiden.

“ But he will come with a. force at his back
that will burn the Sioux villages and kill. the
Feather Feet and her people.”

Buflalo Bill saw the girl start at this, and
gave the renegade credit for having divined his

ose. V

pu‘gif the Pa-e has ka will do this, he must re-
main now a captive to the medicine-chief,” she
said. in an in 'ured tone.

“ Don’t be love that old liar, Feather Feet
for the Pa-e-has kit will come alone," answer
Bulfan Bill.

“ The Feather Feet will believe him.

“ He is a Erelilit scout and can find the trail of

u .

"the Sitting

“Now let him go.”

“ By heavenl Buflalo Bill, you leave not this
spot alive,” cried Bill Bevins savagely, and he
again covered the scout with is rifle.

CHAPTER. VIII.
A wom's rowan.

Tun scene that followed the words and not of
the renegade formed a striking tableau, and a.
most thrilling one. .

The moment that Bill Bevin gave utterance
to the threat, Buflalo Bill had placed himself
upon his uard by instantly drawing his revol-
vers, and old one covering the renegade, for
he had replaced them in his belt during his con-
versation with Feather Feet.

is arm had recovered from the shock of the
arrow blow, and he had good use of it, though
it aiued him severely.

t the same instant Feather Feet had also
covered the renegade with her how and arrow,
apd aimed straight at his heart, while the war-
rior band, which had been silent through all
and had stood like statues, at the action 0
their chief and Buflalo Bill, at once brou ht
their rifles and arrows to an aim upon the at-

1'.
Thus they stood amid the dead soldiers and
Sioux, a fearful tableau, which a movement 0,

any one might precipitate into a deadly enco -

r.

Buflalo Bill though pale, was stern and de-
termined, and though e could see the act of
the Indiatizgirl was friendly to him, he kept his
eyes rive upon the renezade.

 

For an instant, which seemed a long, lon
time to the participants, this threatening at -
tude lasted, and then the scout broke the silence
with the meeting words:

“Why do you not bring that flu er to the
trigger of your rifle, Bill Bevins, for t won’t go
off otherwise!"

Feather Feet understood English, and seeing
that the scout dared the renegade to mova, she
said quickly:

“The Feather Feet tells the braves of her
tribe to turn their arrows and rifles from tho
heart of the Killer.”

The command came from the lips of the In-
diun girl in a lone i-hat was firm, and as though
she expected in lilnt obedience, and, to the sur-
pgise laud delight of Buirulo Bill, it was at once
0 eye .

That Bill Bevins, the renegade, had expected
as much was evident from his manner, for he
made no effort to resist the will of Feather Feet,
fully recognizing the uselessness of so doing,
for, though the warriors belonged to his own
band, as medicine-chief, yet he knew the War
of the young girl, believed to be by the re -skinl
a. child of the Great Spirit, was greater than.
aBny one else even to the authority of Sitting

ull.

“ Red-skins you are trumps, and the girl holds
a full hand of lyou, and plays {you well," said
Buffalo Bill, wit one of his lg t laughs that
were apparently reckless of consequences.

“ The laugh is yours now, Buffalo Bill, but
my time will yet come," hissed the renegade.

“ Ohl I can‘t expect to ion h always, Bill
Bevins; but," and the scout spo 9 once more in
the Sioux tongue, so that the braves could under-
stand him:

“ Let the renegade pale-face meet me now in
personal combat, and then his revenge, or mine,
can be satiated ri ht here.”

The look upon t c faces of the warriors proved
that this was a propOsition that tickled them,
and the said a few words together in a low
tone, an looked toward their chief for a replfy.

As for the renegade it did not strike him a-
vorably, if his face was an index of what he
thought: but he was no coward, Vile as he was,
and dared not refuse to face the scout, did he
wish to hold influence with the Indians.

Though confident of his‘ own strength and
rowess, however, be yet knew too much of Buf-
alo Bill to care to meet him with either revol-

ver or knife.

But the challenge had been buried in bi!
teeth, and live or die he must accept the alter-
native, and he said grimly: '

“ The red-skin slayer has spoken well.

“ We will fight.”

“ The Feather Feet says no," and the Indian
girl faced the renegade. .

What her motive in so doing Bufl'alo Bill could
not understand any more than could the reno-

g e. .

The had not met before, he held no claim
upon er that he was aware of. and there wu
certainly no sentiment in the matter.

But she had negatived the duel in a tone that
showed she meant it.

This very refusal of Feather Feet caused the
renegade to urge it on, while Buffalo Bill re-
mained silent.

“ No, the Feather Feet says the Death Killer
and Pu-e-haeka shall not i! ht,” she repeated.

“ The Death Killer will re the Feather Feet;
the scalp of her foe to carryto her people,"
urged the tone ads.

“The white unter would carry the scalp of
the medicine-chief at his belt," was the ill nifi-
oant reply, and Buffalo Bill said banterin y:

“That’s just what I would do, Bill vial,
and I tell you also, thou h Feather Feet pro-
vents our meeting now, 1’ be on your trail iko
a wolf, and yet nail your scalp on my cabin-
door, as a warning to horse-thieves, stage-rob-
bers and renegades.”

The last words were spoken earnestly, and“

Feather Feet saw that they hit hard, so said
quickly-

Let'the Killer go to his chief and his:

braves.
“His horse is there,” and she pointed to the
well-trained animal waiting near.

“ I will do a the Feather Feet says, for there ‘ ‘
but will ‘

seems no chance of a. fight here;
the red-skin girl let this white wretch take the
scalp of my brother there?"

He pointed to the bod of Custer as he spoke.

“No; the medicine-c ief will return on tho -

trail with the Feather Feet.”
" And his braves?"
“ His warriors will go too.”

“If it’s'just the same, Miss Feather Feet,’

suppose you all light out now, and I will then
start to my people, for I can see that that no-
cursed renegade itches to secure a trophy that

even Sitting Bull would not allow his warriors. ,

to touch.”
“ The white hunter has told the Feather Feet

that he will come to the village of the Sitting, ‘

Bull?”

“ Yes; when I have guided my chief and his
warriors here."

“ Pa-e has-kit’s tongue is straight?” she asked.

“ Not a crook or a curl in it,” was the ' in;
response.

 

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“ The Feather Feet will trust him.

“Let the medicine-chief and his braves come
with the Feather Feet.”

The renegade muttered an oath and a. threat,
and then followed the lndian girl, his warriors
stalking slowly after him.

Bufllulo Bill watched them until they disap-
peared in the gloom of the gathering night, and
w9“r'i‘“‘”i’3‘§;a u c

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CHAPTER IX.
'rnir. MAD HERCULES.

IN a lovely valley tLrougn which wound a
small stream flowing into the Yellowstone, a
cavalry command was encamped, a few days
after the battle of the Big Horn where Custer
and his men fell to rise no more.

It was not yet sunset, but the troopers had
ridden hard, and the order to encamp had been
given at an early hour, when the command
came upon a. lovely spot for a bivouac, and the
guide reported that the ridge before them af-
forded no good camping-ground.

The horses were soon lariated out, and scores
of campfires were kindled along the banks of
the stream. .while the soldiers began to prepare
for the coming night as best they could.

Leavmg his servant to prepare his frngul sup-
per, the leader of the soldier band strode up the

illside toward the summit of the ridge, as
though to get a better view of the country
I about, while daylight yet remained.

“Be careful, general, for I hain’t scouted
ahead, an’ I looks tor jump Injuns hereabout at
any time,” called out the guide, a Weather-
beaten, buckskin-clad old son of the prairies.

“All right, Frank, I’ll call if I run upon any
red—skins,” answered the fearless oflicer, and he
strode on alone up the hill.

Once or twice he turned to enjoy the scene of
beauty laid out before him, with the lovely val-
ley and the picturesgue bivouac, and at last,
just as the sun touche the top summit of a dis-
taut and lofty range of hills, he reached a point
from whence he could behold the country over
which the morrow’s trail would lead him.

Below him all was shadow, for the sun had
set to those in the valley; but the hill-tops were
bathed in golden light, and unconsciously speak-
ing‘ aloud, he said:

“ No wonder that the or red-skins love this
land so well that they lie: t for ever foot of it,
as the march of civilization drives t em before

t.

“It seems that one could dwell here at peace

. with man and God.”

a “ Well said, sir ofllce‘r! but I‘ve. got the drop
1 on on};

- ' ne general started as the voice broke upon
his ears, and dropping his hand upon his sword-
hilt turned to face the speaker.

Before him, and not six paces distant, having
[but just stepped out from a dense thicket, he
beheld what at first appeared to be hardly hu-
man. '

And yet none other was near, and from the
lips of the one upon whom his eyes rested had
fallen the words that had told him he was not

one. ' - ,

“Who or what are you?" asked the officer

, sternl , his eyes flxsd upon the intruder, and
behol ing a man of giant size, clad in the skins
of wild beasts that had‘at first caused him to
appear like a huge grizzly bear reared upon his
hind legs for an attack upon his foe.

About his waist was a red foxskin belt, in
which were two revolvers and a large knife
upon his head was a panther-skin cap, the tail
hanging down the hack, and upon his feet were
moccasins of black bearskin. _

Hair black as night, radio to his waist;
heard of the same hue, matté and unkempt,
and a revolver held in his left and and cover-
ing the amoer, made up the general a pearance
of the being that had so unexpecte ly broken
the reverie of the neral.

,A glance had a own the officer just what I
have described, and it also was sufficient to see
a dark, haggard face, with eyes of_ strange
blackness and brightness gazing straight into
his own.‘ I _

1n hoarse, deep tones the strange being said

, while he still held his revolver at a level, an
in a hand that had not the slightest tremor:

“ You ask who or what I am 3”

“Yes,” and the general watched him with
the eye of a hawk, h0ping for some chance to
draw a revolver, which would place him on
more equal terms with his giant adversary, for
such he felt assured he won d prove.

“ A madman I”

r The answer was fairly shouted from out the

V herdedlips, but the man’s attitude did not

change in the slightest.

ln spite of himself the general started at the

savage response, but said, in a kindly tone:

“My poor man, put up your weapon and go

with me to my camp, and will care for you. ’

“ Never 1” was the savage reply..

,“But, my dear fellow— ’ _

’ “Hold! address no words of kindness to me,
for theiare thrown away upon one whose duty
it is to ill.

“ Best ever heard of the Mad Hercules?”

 

“ Hal I have heard of such a character, re-
ported as dwelling on the Yellowstone.”

“ I am the Mad Hercules, and if you know of
me, you will understand that mymission is to
kill, and mercy I show to none, not even one
who wears the epaulettes of high rank as you

0.

“ No, no, I spare neither my own race, for I
am a whil e man, or was, before
wild beast, and red-skin, too, is my foe.

“ All are alike to me.’

The man spoke with intensity in tone, thou h
not a muscle moved, and the iron hand still he (1
the revolver at a level, covering the officer’s
heart.

“ But how have I harmed you, my poor man?”

“ You are human, and al mankind are my
foes,” was the trembling response, and then he
cried out, in a. louder tone:

“ Come, the night draws near, and I have yet
to run down my game for my supper.

“Come! if you know prayers, say them, and
when the sun sinks wholly behind those hills, I
dro you dead in your tracks.”

he officer saw that the madman was a giant
in strength, as well as size, and man strange
stories of the Mad Hercules of the Ye lowstone
had been told around the camp-fires of his im-
mense power and deadly aim.

To cope with him he knew would be impossi-
sible, and a movement toward. drawing his re-
volver, with which he was armed, would be the
signal for his death. _

In fullview below him was the bivouac of his
men, the camp-fires burning brightly in the gath-
ering gloom; but to call for ai would pre-
cipitate the end, and he waited in silence, hoping
some freak of the madman’s humor might save

him.

If the Mad Hercules kept his word, he knew
he had not more than a minute to live, and to
see how near the sun was to disappearing behind
the hills, he turned his eyes in that direction.

Instantl his face flushed, and With hope, for
his gaze fe upon the form of a horse and rider.

They were a long way OR, and upon the spur
of a hill, and just where the sunlight fell upon
them, revealing both distinctly

The horseman had been evi ently about to de-
scend to the valley, when his eyes fell upon the
scene upon the opposite hill, and though the
madman and his intended victim were fully six
hundred yards away, he seemed to understand
at a glance what was taking place, and instantly
he drew rein, just as he was recognized by the
oflicer who unconsciously allowed his name to
break from his lips in a quick, hopeful whisper:

“Buflfiilo Bill ”

The keen ear of the Mad Hercules caught the
name, and turning like a tiger at bay, his gaze
fell upon the scout on the distant spur.

Quick as a flash, as he turned the general had
dropped his hand upon his revolver-and jerked
it from his belt.

Throwing it forward he drew trigger, and the
hammer fell with a. click upon the nipple, no
re rt followin .

ut the Bonn caused the madman to turn
upon him once more, and the officer saw him
hound upon him. throwing aside his pistol as he
gasp], and drawing his knife in his wild passion

But, even in that awful moment the oflicer’s
eyes turned upon the distant spur, and,he be-
held the rlfle rise to the horseman’s shoulder,
and knew that, desperate as were the chances,
Buffalo Bill intended risking a shot to save him.

CHAPTER X.
THE 3301 AT LONG RANGE.

IN moments of deadly peril our thoughts fly
quickest, and in an instant almost, when death
stares us in the face, and seems inevitable, we
think almost volumes.

So it was with the general officer in the mo-
ment of his deadly danger, when the Mad Her-
cules was rushing upon him with uplifted knife,
as though that alone could aid him in satiating
his revenge upon his foe, the pistol and bullet
being far too tame‘ as the means of gratifying
the passion for hatred he seemed to feel against
all mankind. .

In that instant, after the hammer of_ his re-
volver fell without causing an explosion, the
general remembered that only that morning he
had cleaned his weapons thoroughly, and not
having the cartridges near him just then, had
slipped them into his belt, intending to .load
them as he rode along on the march.

Had he not forgotten so to do, brave and
nervy man that he was, added to the fact that
he was a dead shot, he could have killed the
Mad Hercules, once he got his weapon leveled
upon him. _

Realizing the uselessness of his revolvers, he
at once whip d out his sword to meet the fe-
rocious attac though with little hope of con-
testing against the madman with any degree of
sum-ass. _

He had recognized in the horseman .as In!
horse stood on the spur, when the last g immei
of sunlight rested upon him, one whom he knew
as the King of Bordermen, Buffalo Bill.

He saw too in that moment of peril that Buf-
falo Bill had caught ' ht of the scene upon the
ridge; when the Mad ercules. clothed in the

1‘ I»

I became asa. th

~ hearted Carr, who never

I skins of wild beasts, was springing upon him, in

l uniform, and the sun’s setting rays revealed the
difference between the two distinctly.

The one look of the general, as e stood on

ard to meet the attack, though he could but

Eldow how it must end. showed to him that Buf-

, falo Bill had suddenly thrown his rifle to his

, shoulder, and that the muzzle pointed toward

em
Fearful indeed were the chances against him ;.
but Buffalo Bill was the man to take just such

risks.

And he did take them. Just as the blade of
the madman was poised above the head of the
daring omcer, whose nerve did not fail him,
there came the puff of smoke from the scout’s
rifle and the general s rung aside to avoid the
shock of the giant’s fa l, for down upon his face
he fell heavily, burying his knife deep in the
earth, and with a red streak across the top of
the head where the bullet had cut its way.

“ Bravo. brave Bufl'alo Billl I owe you my
life. and Heaven knows I never fought at closer
quarters with death,” said the officer, as he gazed
an instant upon the huge, fallen form, and then
turning toward the spur, where he had last seen
the scout, he took off his hat and waved it thrice
around his head, while he gave a ringing shout.

But the spur was already vacated, and 'up
from the shadows came a ringing, answering
cry, while he could see the horse and rider mak-
ing for the valley.

His shoutremained unnoticed in the bivouac
of his men, doubtless drowned by the noise of
the camp; but the clatter of the hoofs of the
scout’s orse came distinctly to his ears, and
soon after he beheld the animal mounting the
Ihillside toward him, and his daring rider urging

im on.

With rapid bounds he came from the shadows-
below into the glimmering twilight above, and,
drawing rein, the scout threw himself from his
horse and confronted the officer.

“ Cody, God bless oul” ,

“General Carr, as live I” ‘
Such were the words that came from the li
of the two men as their hands were clasped in
warm and friendly greeting.

“Always in the ri ht p ace, just when you
are wanted, Bill,” sai the general.

“ I came prett near being in the wrong place,
general, for the. was a long we of! to take the
chances, as I feared I might ill you; but it
looks like the ‘Great American What-is-it,’ that
I have knocked over,” and Buffalo Bill turned
to the rostrate form of the madman, while
Genera Carr said:

“It is the poor creature they call the Mad
Hercules, and whose existence I half believed

until today, Cody.”

“ I haveheard of him, general, and they sgyl
he was a cruel demon; ut I guess his e
works have ended.

“Now, sir, I have sad, sad news to make
known to you, and I was seeking the command

nearest to the Big Horn. when 1 saw you, and
as I at first believed, a grizzly bear.”
“ It was worse, Cody; but what news have

on?
y “Quick! tell me, has that Indian General,
Sitting Bull, caught Merritt, Gibbon, or the
dashing Custer in a trap?” said General Carr,
anxiously. I

“You have said it general, for the gallant
Custer and three hundred of the Seventh have
been slain.”

“ Great God I” and the brave and noble-
flinched under the-
flercest fire and deadliest danger, fairly stag-
gered under the blow, while his voice trembled
as he asked:

“ Can this be true, Cody?”

“I saw Custer and his men dead on the field,
general,” was the sad reply.

“ Then there can be no doubt; but when and
where?”

“Upon the Bi Hora, sir, where General Cus»

Horse, ~nd boldly attacked them.

“ They were surrounded and overwhelmed by
thousands of warriors, but fought to the end
with desperate courage as every trace showa”:

“And ienteen and Reno?”

“I know nothing, sir, and su pose they were
not in the fight, or had one 0 on other trails.

“I came upon the flel about sunset, and left

.it an hour after, to try and find on, General
Gibbon, or General Crook, and me e known the
fearful tidings, and at the same time deliver the-
warning of Sitting Bull to those who follow on
his trail.” _

“ Hal did you see that Wily old chief?”

“ No, general; but one who represented him,"
and Bufi'alo Bill went on to tell the strange
story of his visit is) the fatal field and all that
had occurred to him, while the two descended
to the valley together the scout’s horse slowly
following, and. the Mad Hercules, seemingly for-
gotten, leg? lying where he had fallen.

CHAPTER XI.
GONE! v

 

HALF a score of red-faced men were congre-
gated in the tent of General Carr, listeningto

the story of Buffalo Bill ,of how he had foundr

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Buffalo Bill’s Grip.

 

 

 

the red field of the Big Ham, and Custer and
his troopers. ,

Orders had been given for the men to turn in
early, for a start for the scene of the fateful
battle would be made before dawn; but, for
once unheeding discipline. the soldiers sat
around the camp-fires talking in low, earnest
tones of the fearful tidings brought by the
scout, and many a suppressed oath of vengeance
3van made by those who knew the gallant

ea . 1

The officers in the genoral’s tent bad breath-1
less] listened to the scout’s story of his having
soug t Custer with dispatches, followed his
trail to the field, and what had suddenly burst
upon his amazed and horrified vision.

The scene there with the renegade, Bill
Bevins, and his warriors, the saving of his life
by Feather Feet, who wounded him with an
arrow to do so—for, had he killed the white
medicine chief his death would have followed—
and, at last, his pledge to deliver himself up to
Sitting Bull were all made known.

“But on certainly do not intend to keep
your pic ge, Cody?” said General Carr, noticing
the earnest manner of the scout.

“I certainly do intend to keep it, general,”
was the low reply.

At this every officer was upon his feet, gaz-
ing at the scout in amazement, and real indig-
nation, tb'it he should think of keeping a pro-
mise so made.

“By the gods of war! but they’ll burn you
at the stake, B111 i” cried a. young officer.

“Why, you, of all men, Cody, the Sioux and
Cheyennes are anxious to get into their power,”
cried another.

“ I know that they are anxious to make my
more intimate acquaintance, gentlemen, and I
intend to give them the chance.” was the calm
reply of Buffalo Bill.

“NeVer, Cody!” \

“But, general, 1—”

“I will hear no buts, Cody, for if you persist
in your foolish intention of coping our word
made to an Indian girl and a renega e, I will ]put
you under arrest until after old Sitting all
and his warriors are defeatedand brought to
terms,” said General Carr, with considerable
warmth.

“I’m afraid I’ll row gray in the guard-
house, then, genera , for Sitting Bull has al-
ready retreated, and it will take a large army
to bring him and his warriors to terms, especial—
ly after their victory 0v. 1' Custer.”

“ Well, in that I agree with you; but that
does not alter the question that I forbid you to
return to the red-skins’ camp, because you were
forcad to make a promise to save our life.”

“I must remain firm in my etermiuation,
general, for if I take big chances in going to
Sitting Bull’s camp. I also hope to accomplish a
purpose I have in my mind.”

The general and his ofllcers all saw that the
scout was determined in his purpose, and had
some ulterior object in view which he cared not
to make known to them; but General Carr
said:

“ Cody
services I can never repay, an
harshest means, I can keep you from making a
3001 of yourself and losing your life I intend to

0 so.

“ Ever man on this border who is our foe,
knows w at Bufl’alo Bill’s Grip is, an I intend
thx’gt you shall know what the grip of a friend
is.

Buffalo Bill laughed lightly, and before he
could reply a sergeant entere and saluted.

“Well, sergeant?” asked the general.

“ He is not there, sir.”

“ Who is not there, sergeant?”

“The madman, sir.”

“ Hal I remember, you went in the place of
Murp y, to bring the body of the madman into
cam 3’

“ es, sir,” answered the sergeant. r

“ And you say the body was not there?”

“ Yes, sir.”

“Did you go up to the top of the ridge?”

“Yes, sir, and along the top of it on each side
of where the trail led. ’

“And searched thoroughly 1”

“I did, sir, and so did the eight men I had
with me.”

“ This is strange, Cody, for you certainly
killed the madman,” and the general turned to
the scout who res nded: _

“ I sho to kill 01, general, and aimed at his
head; but he may be as much like a grizzly as
he looks, and hard to slay. .

“ I will up on the ridge With the sergeant,
and see if 9 found the right spot.”

‘f Do so, Cody, if you are not too much
fatigued, for I confess that I would prefer that
mad giant should rather be dead than alive."

Buffalo Bill left the tent, and aceompamed by
the Sergeant and his uad went toward the
hills, leaving the gener and his officers still

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discussing the sad tidings they had heard of the
battleof he Big Born.
In half an hour the sergeant returned, and

one. ,
“Where isk 1the scout, sergeant?” asked the
general, uic y.
“He le t as upon the ridge, sir." l

" Left you?"

“Yes, sir.”

“ And where did he i” and the general
seemed anxiously to await the reply.

“ We did not find the madman, sir, or any
trace of him, and Mr. Cody sent one of my men
to camp after his horse, and rode away, telling
me to say to you, sir, that he would try and see
if he couldn’t get his grip u on the Mad Her-
cules. or Sitting Bull, before e saw you again.”

“By the gods of war, he has gonel” cried the
general in a tone of real distress, for be feared
that Buffalo Bill, to keep his word to Feather
Feet, had rashly gone to his death.

 

CHAPTER XII. _
TRAILING A MADMAN.

THAT Buffalo Bill was intensely surprised
u on reaching the spot where he knew the Ma

crcules to have fallen, to find him gone, there
is no doubt.

The aim he had taken had been a quick one,
the distance very great, and he had barely time
to see a huge being, clothed in hair, rushing
knife in hand, upon one whose uniform proved
him to be an officer of high rank.

He saw how bravely that oflicer faced his foe,
sword in hand, and he raised his rifle and sent
his bullet upon its unerring way.

Arriving at the spot afterward he had not for
a moment doubted that his aim was fatal, for a
glance had shown him the huge head marked
with a red stain, and the tidings of which he
was the bearer had sunk the madman in their
importance and horror, and o1 l y upon arriving
at the bivouac had General Carr sent back after
the body.

Buffalo Bill knew there was no mistaking the
spot where the Mad Hercules had fallen, and
yet he was not there. _

In some unaccountable way he had disap-
peared. Had be friends near who had seen the
encounter, and then borne him off?

After a moment’s thought he felt that this
could not be, for he remembered that in all the
stories he had heard of the Mad Hercules, it was
never said that he had a companion, and that
he made war upon all human beings alike.

At any rate, being out of the encampment,
and confident that General Carr would prevant
his leaving the command to keep his worm to
Feather Feet, Buffalo Bill determined to remain
away, and, as the sergeant reported, sent for his
horse.

Riding away in the darkness he did not 0
very far, but went into a lonely camp for t e
ni ht, and in full view of the camp-fires of the
so fliers.

Knowin that the general would leave before
dawn, an pub on his way to the Big Horn
with all rapidity, he did not fear being discov-
ered in the dar ness, and after looking to the
comfort of his horse, rolled himself in h
blanket and lay down to seek slumber. ‘

He was awakened b the moving of the com-
mand over the ridge: ut remaining quiet, as it
was yet dark, he sunk to sleep again, and never
awoke until the rising sun sent its rays into his
ace.

The scout was a man who always traveled
well provided with provisions, and his break-
fast was by no means a light repeat, while he
ate it with a will that showed perfect digestive
organs, and that he had the strength to demand
a onerous meal.

en saddling his horse, be mounted and rode
glo'pg the igdge to where the military command

9 f‘

The last stragglers had been for some time
out of sight, having disapgeared in the recesses
of the istant range of ills, and Buflalo Bill
then set to work to solve the mysterious disap-
pearance of the Mad Hercules.

Thorough (plainsman as he is, it did not take
him long to iscover that his shot had not been
fatal, and that the madman had left of his own ‘
accord.

How serious] he was wounded he could not
tell, so followe the large-footed trail along the
ridge, then down into the valley. across it, and
up the range of hills upon the other side.

As something about the trail seemed to strike
him, Buffalo Bill suddenly hastened on, and
reaching a high elevation took a survey of the
scene below him.

The trail which General Carr’s command was
following, led down into a Valle beyond, and
alongside of a steep bluff at its ace, and this
they were just passing when the Scout firmed
at his point of observation. 

The course he had taken, in following the
madman’s trail, had been one a bold rider only
dare follow, and it had brought him out ata
point ahead of the marching soldiers.

But it was not upon them, as they went by at
the base of the range of hills, that his eyes rest-

.ed after the first glance, but upon the tall form

of the Mad Hercules.

In an instant Buffalo Bill divined his object.

Thwarted in his revenge the night before, he ,
had seen the trail the troopers had, taken, and, [
acquainted with the locality, knew that they ,‘
must pass under the blufl, and thence he had
gone to head them off.

So intent was he at his work when Buflalo,

 

Bill stepped upon the hill above him that he did
not see him.

And that work?

He was gathering huge rocks and piling them
upon the edge of the cliff, beneath which the
head of the column soon must pass.

His intention was evident, for several hun-
dred feet below him, and immediately beneath,
the trail led, and the maddened being meant
murder in its vilest shape.

At first the scout intended to hail the column
and warn them of their danger: but, with a
second glance at the madman he changed his
purpose, threw the rein of his horse over alimb,
and leaving his rifle hanging to his saddle
stepped noiselessly over the top of the hill, an
descended slowly toward the huge being at his
ruthless work.

With a shot from his revolver Buffalo Bill
knew that he could drop him dead: but he was
no man to take such an advantage even against
one who was said to possess the strength of a
Samson.

With a step rendered light and noiseless by
following many a deadly trail, the scout de-
scended the hillside, keeping in the shelter of
the scattering trees, until he stood within
twenty feet of the Mad Hercules.

That strange and dread being had completed
his task, of procuring a magazine of heayy rocks,
and having made them into a huge pile, stood
gazing down upon the coming soldiers, wholly
unmindful that there was one gazing upon him,
and only a few paces away, who had so nearly
ended his days of madness the evening before.

And, Buffalo Bill as he gazed upon the wild
creature saw that his eyes were as fierce as a'
wolf’s in their flash, that his hands'opened and
shut with nervous clutches, and his body was
bent forward with eager expectancy of satiat-
ing his hate by a cruel revenge upon his fellow-
men.

Also, the scout saw that his long hair. which
hung down beneath his huge skin cap. was mat-
ted and stained with blood, from the wound
where his bullet had cut its way.

Nearer and nearer drew the column ‘ \f sol-
diers, until the advance reached the bluff and
passed from sight beneath it.

But still the madman made no hostile demon-
stration. .

His eye was upon the general and his stafl,
whot came riding along after the first regi-
men .

Through a go. in the bluff Buffalo Bill saw
that the genera and

and he stood ready to act. _.

As the general rods from sight, upon the
trail. winding directly under the precipitous
hillside, the madman carefully selected a huge
stone, and raising it above his head was picking
out his victim, and hiding his time to throw i
when Buffalo Bill boun ed from his place 0
concealment, and, with a revolver in one band,
with the other lightly touched the giant upon
the shoulder with the quiet remark:

“Say Shanghai pard, drop that tombstone
(in: tf’wlcla me, if you are pining to kill some-

0 ll

CHAPTER XIII.
ran srauoonn on ran cm.
WHEN Buflalo Bill addressed the Mad Her-

cules, in his calm, bantering way, he had nerved-

himself for the consequences.

The man’s gigantic frame rendered 'V i

by his hairy attire and high wolf-skin 0 p, ll
savage, bearded face, with eyes that g u?
rather than shone, his matted aircand bear ,
and belt of arms. made him a foe that few men
would have dared to face. '

Buffalo Bill could have dropped him in his
tracks as he stood, but there was too much
manliuess in his nature to take SUC'.) an advan-‘
tage, although he knew he had little more than
a wild beast in ferocity to deal with.

The madness of the man he pitied. and be de-
termined to see if he could not cow him into
submission, though he knew the chances were
against doing so.

He was wholly u n his guard, therefore.
when he laid his han upon the arm of the Mad
Hercules, and addressed him as he did. _

- The madman shrunk back asthough an adder

had stung him, at the same time uttering a wild,

org of apparent terror.

till he did not lower his upraised hands, nor r

drop the huge stone they held.

,/
Trembling violently be aimed upon the ecoufl

who kept him covered wi_ his revolver, and as
the tier e expression in his eyes changed to a
look Bu 310 Bill, who watched him like a hawk.
could not fathom, he began to back slow] from
before the man who had so boldly emigrantan

him.

His wild yell had been heard by the marching
soldiers be ow, a shout had been the answer,
and the column had halted and stood gazing, as
though spell bound with horror, upon the scene
for up upon the blufl. .

, This Buflalo Bill saw in one quick glancaand
he seemed to feel that the madman was backing
of! so that he could get fair space to hurl the
atone at him. - ,

those about him were to v
be the objects of the Mad Hercules’s attention,

 

 

 

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“ Drop that tombstone, old Blue Beardl”
The order was given in a s cm. twrmtening
tone, in spite of the light words, and B iiilalo Bill
held the eye of the madman as he spul; -.
instantly the heavy stone fell with ii crash to
the earth, and the inadmnn’s hands fell to his
side, passing the butts of his pistols with no
effort to grasp them.

” Why this is a picnic, when I expected to
tackle a cyclone,” sail the scout, in his off-hand
way, and still covering the Mad Hercules he
was nbout to advance upon him, when a ringing
cry come from the plain below:

"H M, Codyl for God’s sake holll"

Buffalo Bill glanced quickly downward, and
beheld General Carr seated upon his horse be-
lo M, and with hundreds of others gazing up at

him.

But he uttered no word in reply, and again
nerved himself to advance upon the madman.

As for the strange being he seemed not to
have heard the general’s cry, but stood trem«
bling, and gazing upon the scout, while his jaws
moved as though he was gritting his teeth with
rage.

Seeing Buffalo Bill again about to advance. as
though to try his strength with the madman,
for he had lowered his weapon, General Carr
shouted:

“ Hold, Codyl for here comes my guide,
Frank Gourard, who can drop him where he

stands.”

But Buffalo Bill heeded not the command,
and at once stepped boldly toward the madman.

As he did so the strange being gave a. cry of
seeming fright, shrunk backward, waved his
hands, as though to ward the scout off, and
then, with the bound of a deer had started away
in a wild rim.

Buffalo Bill was amazed, and half-raised his
revolver, as though to check his flight; but
thinking better of it on the instant, returned
the weapon to his belt with the remark:

“ Poor. mad wretch, let him go.”

Beholding the flight of the Mad Hercules,
where they had expected to see him spring upon
the scout, the soldiers broke forth in one long,
wild cheer, and up the hillside floated the ring-
ing words from the lips of General Carr:

“ Bravo for you, Buffalo Bill!”

The scout raised his hat in response and turned
away, and though the command waited for‘
some time, as though expecting to have him
join it, he did not come.

Then Frank Gourard went up to the summit
of the hill, and soon after returned to report to
Ginv-ral C Irr

" Thei- Mad Herckiles had a pile o‘ stuns up
ther ter sling onter us, gln’ral, an’ Bill doubtless
tackled him afore he c'u’d open fire, nn’ saved
ther brainpans 0’ some 0’ us from gittin’
smashed in.”

“ But did on see nothing of the madman, or
of Buffalo Bill either?”

“ No, glneral: they had both levanted.”

“But where had they gone?” persisted the
general. '

“ Ther trails showed that ther Mad Herckiles
hed dug out fer all he was wuth, an’ thet Buf-
f’ler Bill were hot on his tracks.”

“ Then Buffalo Bill has again gone in chase of
the madman, Frank?" '

“ Thet’s jist ther identical size 0’ it, gin’ral—
Holy smoke! look a ther!” .

Too exclamation of the guide, followed by his
words in a loud voice, caused every eye to
glanceupward. for his gaze was fixed upon the

' to of the bluff, which they had passed beneath

on a few moments before.
I’here was no reason for any one to ask what
had caused the cry, for there in plain view of

, all, were visible two human forms engaged in a

death-struggle upon the very verge of the pre-
cipice, and each one striving to hurl tho other

' from the lofty hight.

CHAPTER XIV.
“THE nnsr SCALP FOR GUSTER."

Tim scene upon the cliff, and u on which the

of the soldiers were rivete , was a most
rilling one.

Especially was it so to those who gazed upon
it, an one of the men struggling for life and
death was Buffalo Bill.

At first all had believed that it was none

' other than the Mad Hercules, who had turned

upon his trailer to join battle with him.

But a closer look proved that it was other
than the madman.

The fact is that Buflalo Bill, as Frank Gou-
rard had said, had gone on the trail of the mad-
man.

At first he had determined to let him go, as
he seemed to fly from him in terror; but when

‘he glanced at the pile of stones he had intended

to hurl upon those who had never wronged him,

- and when he remembered the stories told by

trappers and hunters in the Yellowstone of the
man s ferocity, he felt that it was better to run

him down while he had the power to do so, and

, to make him a prisoner if possible, and kill him

if he must.

He followed the trail of the madman for
some little distance, when suddenly he saw
coming toward him an Indian warrior. ‘

The red-skin was lowlyJollowinz the trail of

 

lthe madman and Buffalo Bill, made in going to-
' Will'(l the c ilf.

, Hidden as he was in a thicket, the scout knew
; that he had the advantage, and inteii‘ied giving
“ the red-skin a. surprise, when suddenly he dis-
l covered another mounted warrior in the rear of
the first.

Not knowing how many more there might be,
Bull'an Bill at once wheeled his horse about,
l blull.’ at a point where he remembered there was
a large bowlder behind which his horse could
be concealed.

To hide the animal there, and then throw
himselfdown behind the pile of rocks heaped
up by the Mad Hercules, was but the work of
an instant, and then the scout was ready for his
foes for, as he remarked to himself:

“ if they grow too numerous for me, the
general will send Frank Gourard and a few of
the boys to my aid.”

Buffalo Bill had not lain long in his retreat,
when he beheld the Indian he had first seen
come lewly over the ridge.

He was on foot now, and reconnoitered ahead
of him with the greatest caution.

“ He takes the skin-covered font of the mad-
man for a bear-track, and thinks I trailed it
here to the rocks.

“ Well, the circus will soon begin, for he
thinks he‘ll get a seal and beer—meat all wait-
ing for him, ’and Bu 310 Bill kept his eye at
the crevice between the rocks, as he lay his full
length upon the ground, and right upon the
very edge of the cliff.

As though satisfied with his lookout ahead,
the red-skin gave a movement of his hand to
call his comrade on, and soon appeared over the
hilltop the war-bonneted head of another red-
skin, and he was mounted and leading his oom-
panion’s pony.

“I wonder how many more there are?” mut-
tered Buflalo Bill, as he got his matchless Win-
chester around ready for use.

The uestion was soon answered, for the first
Indian ad not gotten half-way down the ridge
toward the clfl, when a third mounted warrior
appeared, like the other in all the feathers and
paint of a war-trail.

“ That famil of re is s increasing too fast to
suit me,” said ufi’alo Bill.

But, though he knew a call for help would
bring the soldiers uickly to his rescue, or as
quickly as they coul mount the steep slopes be
yond the jutting bluff, he would not give that
call until he felt that he needed aid.

“ Only three of them,” he said, (grimly, as the
first Indian now had agproache within forty
places of _him, and the ot er two came down the
ridge With an air that plainly told hi skilled
eyes, racticed in eyery move a. red-skin makes,
that t ere were nomore in their rear.

Having advanced to within fifteen paces of
the pile of stones, the red-skin stood gazing
upon them with a strange mixture of curiosity
and dread in his face, for he could not appar-
ently account for their being there.

A motion to his comrades caused them to dis-
mount, fasten their horses and come toward
him in that cautious, stealthy tread of an In-
dian almost akin to a wild beast. '

“ slow this iscrowding the animals ” muttered
Buflalo Bill, in his quiet, quaint and humorous
way and he added: '

“ guess I’ll stick up the notice—‘ Beware of
the dogl’ ”

He saw that the three Indians were splendid
s cimens of savage manhood, tall, muscular,
t oroughly armed,* and two of them wearing
the barbarous insignia of warriors who had
won their spurs, while the third, the one who
had trailed, and now stood within a few paces
of his hidden foe, had on all the paraphernalia
of a great chief.

As Buffalo, Bill uttered his last remark, he
aimed his Winchester rifle at the red-skin fur-
thest from him, and his finger lightly touched
the trigger.

Ere the savage fell his length, a second shot
brought down the other warrior, and then,
with his ringing war-cry, Buffalo Bill arose to
his feet, casting aside his rifle, and drawing a
revolver.

The chief had started at the first shot, but,
brave to recklessness, he had not attempted to
spring to cover, but rather to rush toward the
point of danger.

As he saw the tall form of the scout rise be-
fore him, he half-way halted for he recognized
one whom he had met be ore, and between
whom and himself he knew there would be no
mercy shown.

Instantly he gave his wild war-cry, as the
second warrior fell, and shouted in the Chey-
enne tongue:

“ Iknow you, Para-has-Ica I

“ You want to fight?

“ Come fivht me!”

“ I’ll do if,” shouted Buffalo Bill, and the re-
volvers of the two flashed together.

' During what is now known as the “ Custer war,"
the Sioux and Cheyennes were armed with the Intel;

 

emsof fire-arms. rocured in a manner which
Ahe Government she never have permitted—Ta:
man.

made a quick circuit, and came outI upon the ;

The Indian staggered back, hard hit, but his
aim was not as true, the bullet cutting only a
slitz‘lit gash in the scout’s leg.

V ithuut tiring again the two now drew their
knives and s rung upon each other.

Each caught the hand of the other in its first
thrust for life. and clutching in the death em-
brace the two splendid specimens of athletic
‘, manhood, the red-skin and the le face, stag-

gered toward the edge of the c lfi, where the
eyes of those below fell upon them.

As the Indian chief struggled harder for the
edge of the bluff, Buffalo Bill quickly recognized
his purpose.

He had received, as he believed, his mortal
wound, and was determined to spring over the
cliff and carry his white foe with him.

Possessed of wonderful strength, for an in-
stant Buffalo Bill almost felt that he would suc-
ceed; but, by a herculean effort he wrenched
his hand from the grasp of the red-skin, and
quick as a flash buried his knife to the very hilt
in his heart.

Instantly the grip of the savage relaxed, and
he sunk to the cart , upon the very edge of the
clifl, while Buffalo Bill, dragging off the chief’s
war-bonnet, scalped him in the twmkling of an
eye, and waving the red tro by, and its attach-
ment of feathers and hen -dress in the air,
shouted in ringing tones:

“ The first scalp for Custer.”

_In the wild hurrah that followed from the sol-
diers down on the plain, Buffalo Bill dodged
back out of sight, and when, ten minutes after,
General Carr and his guide reached the spot, he
had disappeared.

The three red skins were there, the seal locks
torn from their heads, their ponies were ceding
near, but Buffalo Bill had gone, and Frank
Goumrd said:

“ He are off ag’in on ther trail 0’ ther Herck.
iles, and ther Lord help ther madman when Bill
do get his grip upon him.”

“ So say 1, guide; but register three seal 5 to
avenge poor Custer," responded General arr.

“ That are so, gin’ral, Bill hev sot in lively ter
keep his oath. or I are a shriekin’ liar,’ was
Frank Gourard’s reply, as he went over the
dead Indians, examining them with the air of
one who was reading signs that would be of ser-
vice to him."l

CHAPTER XV.
m MYSTERIOUS snor.

ALTHOUGH twice since leaving the bivouac
of the military command on the prairie Buffalo
Bill had come in full view of the .oldiershand
in fact in easy talking range, be still perSisted
in keeping to his purpose to go alane upon his
trail, ea him where it mi ht.

As soon, therefore, as o bed scalped the
Indians,* 9. work he most scientifically r-
formed, the scout caught and fastened t eir
ponies, and then mountin his own horse, sat
out once more upon the trail of the madman._

He had no difficulty in findin it at the pomt
where he had left 03 trailing w en he discover-
ed Yellow Hand and his two comrades. and at
a rapid pace he went on, the Mad Hercules
seemineg having made no effort to cover up
his tracks.

LBill’svhorse was a good one, in fact the scout
had never found the animals equal upon the
plains, both for endurance and speed, and at ‘a
swinging pace he continued his way without
the slightest distress.

“That mad pilgrim is a goer,’] muttered Buf-
falo Bill, as he saw that the trail indicated the
same long, swinging stride it had from the
start.

At last the tracks led to the bank of a small
stream; but across it had the madman gone,
evidently without the li htest hemtation.

The couise of the Ma Hercules lay traight
for the Big Horn river, as though anxious to
gain the shelter of the heavier hills about it,
and perhaps thus make his Way back to the
Yellowstone, where it was said was his favorite
tram ing- ound. _

“ e is ind in taking this trail,” said Bill,
“for be times not lead us ofi our way, does he,
old fellow?” arid he patted his horse aflection-
ately as he spo 9. ~

After awhile he said, again addressing his
horse, for want of a human companion:

“ The general and the boys say we are fools,
old horse, to go to Sitting Bulls camp.

“But we promised to do so. and we must keep
our word, and I uess all will can out well.

“But we’ll find this Mad Hercules first, and
discover nst who he is. .

“01d alifornia Joo says he is a giant Bar-
num got in England, to show through the
States, and that he caught the gold fever and
ran oi! to California, and finding no gold for

‘ The Indian killed by Buflalo and who fur-
nished “ the first scalp f r Custer ' was a noted
Cheyenne chief b the name of “ Yellow Band," and
the son of “ Cut one," also a famous chief.

* It was not the custom of Buffalo Bill to scalp red-
sklns; but kno how highly the Indians prize
their scalp-lock, an lmbittered by the Custer mas-
sacre, he determined to do so upon his trail of re-
, range—Tu AUTHOR. »

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* and in spite of

‘Bufi‘alo Bill’s Grip.

 

 

 

himself, killed some miners and took theirs,
and then had to tly for his life.

"Wild Bill says he was a Kansas settler,
and that all of his family were killed by
red-skins, led by white renegades, and it
inalde him mad, and he took to the woods to

n .

“ And he has killed pale—face, red-skin,
Chinee and nigger ever since.

“But he kind of lit out when we tackled
him, old horse, didn‘t he?

“ We must be holy terrors to make him
skip as he did; but next time, perhaps,he may
make us travel.

“Anyhow, we'll trail him down and find
out.”

The handsome bay, which Buffalo Bill had
named not inappropriately, Red-skin, always
priede up his ears and tossed his head when.
his master talked to him, as though to ex-
press his appreciation of what was said, and
one of these tosses of his proud head saved
his life, as an arrow suddenly passed under
his throat, inst grazing the hair, and buried
itself in a. list-c a few feet beyond him.

The whir of the arrow and thud, as it sunk
into the tree, warned Buffalo Bill of danger,
and wheeling to the rightabout, as though his
horse was on a pivot, he sought the shelter
of a thicket near by. '

“ lujuns, lied-skin, Injuns!” cried the
scout, as he dismounted and fastened his
horse to a sapling, at the same time unsling-
ing his rifle ready for use.

After a short time spent in reconnoitering,
he set off on foot to flank his unseen foe.

Most cautiously he went, dodging from
tree to tree, and crawling where the space
was open.

It took him a long time to make the circuit,
but at last he stood by the side of the tree in
which still stuck the arrow, and had been
unable to find the slightest trace of a fee, or
his trail even.

The arrow was drawn from the tree, into
which the shaft had buried itself a couple of
inches. showing that it had been sent with
great force.

Closely examining it, Buflalo Bill saw that
it was most skillfully made, yet did not look
like Indian workmanship.

Again be searched through the timber,
looking up into the trees and then around
them upon the ground, at about the spot from
whence the arrow must have been sent; yet
not the slightest trace of a trail could he find.

“ I am not one to believe in the supernatu-
ral; but the red-skins and trappch say these
hills are haunted, and if this don‘t look like
the work of a spook Sitting Bull may have
my scalp.

“ I’ll just emigrate from here,” and mount-
ing his horse once more, he continued on his
way, still following the madman‘s trail, and
wholly at a loss to account for the mysteri-
ous shot, that had evidently been fired at
him with deadly intent.

 

CHAPTER XVI.
run UNSEEN non.

NATURALLr'following a trail is slow work,
and so Buffalo Bill found it, with allhis skill
in rairie and wood-craft.

1- e had therefore not gone a. score of miles
when night came on and compelled him to go
into camp.

Selecting a small canyon, on the sides of
which the grass grew luxuriantly, and with a
small rivulet in its center, he soon had as
comfortable 9. camp for the night, as a man,
accustomed to the hardships of a life on the
plains could desire. . .

He built a. tiny fire and brotled some dried
buffalo-meat, and boiled a tin cup of coffee,
which he ate with crackers. '

Lighting his pipe he leaned back to think,
himself his thoughts would
revert to the mysterious arrow-shot, WhiCh
had been fired at him in the afternoon. I

Though born on the border, and raised
among a class of men, frontiersmen, who are
as superstitious as sailors, yet Bufialo Bill
was not a believer in thersupernatural; still
he could not but think of the strange stories
he had heard regarding the spirits said to
haunt the Big Horn mountains, and how trap-
pers and hunters had been driven from them,
and Indians too, by happenings there. to
them wholly unaccountable. n

“ It may have been the madman, who

\  doubled upon me, and so hid his tracks I

 

could not find them; but then I do not think 5

he could have been where I searched, and I
not find his trail.” .

Hardly had the words left his lips when
there came the whir-r-r of an arrow, and the
feathered end just grazed his cheek, while
passing on the shaft shiveer itself against
the rock beyond.

Instantly Buffalo Bill threw himself back
ward, out of the glimmering firelight, and
crawling to the side of the canyon, deter—
mined to venture forth in the darkness in
search of his unseen foe.

At full length upon the ground, and as
noiselessly as a snake could have crawled.
the scout entered the timber, bearing to the

right, so as to get in the rear of the position i

where his unseen enemy must have stood
when he fired the well nigh fatal shot.

After long and tedious work he reached
the place, and with the greatest caution
went from tree to tree.

His little fire in the canyon hardly gave
forth a glow, and yet he could have seen any-
thing passing between its light and him.

Step b step he advanced back to the can-
yon, an at last reached his little camp,
without having made the slightest discovery.

That the scout was worried there can be
no doubt, for his confidence in himself in
solving mysteries had twice had a set-back,
and he was almost tempted to at once mount
his horse and continue on his wa , giving
up following the trail of the Mad 1' ercules.

But he set his will against this desire, and
rolling himself in his blanket, sought slum~
bar, which, after along time of restlessness,
came to him.

The rising sun was just gilding the tree-
tops when he awoke, and quickly he began
his search, under broad daylight, for any
trace left by his unseen foe.

But not a track or trail could he find. and
more than ever convinced that the Big Horn
mountains were inhabited by most mysteri-
ous beings, if not spooks, be mounted his
horse and rode on once more as before, fol-
lowing the trail of the Mad Hercules.

The nature of the country on that day’s
travel was such that the scout had dimcult
work in keeping the trail, although the mad-
man seemed sti not to make the slightest
effort to cover up his tracks.

Only several miles from where Buflalo
Bill had camped he found the fire, still burn-
ing, where the Mad Hercules had passed the
night, and the remains of a deer proved that
his night and morning repast had been of
fresh venison, which he had shot where he
encampcd.

As the fugitive had had nearly two hours’
good start of the scout, their night camps
being but a few miles apart proved that the
latter was gaining, and that the former had
decreased the rate of speed at which he had
started out, but more from inclination than
from fatigue, Bill judged by the trail.

Pressing on at a more rapid pace. and

which could but be a. fast walk, as the trail
was obscure, Bufialo Bill determined to come
up with the madman as soon as possible, and
settle scores with him, that he might then go
on after Sitting Bull to carry out his work of
revenge against the slayers of Custer and his
men.
Buffalo Bill knew Sitting Bull well, or,
lhat is, as well as any white man knew him,
for the wily chief had a. hatred for the pale-
taces that caused him to keep constantly
aloof from them.

The scent was aware that he was a man of
vast influence with all Sioux, and having
associated with him Crazy Horse and his
people, he could put an army of thousands
of warriors into the field to oppose the troops
which would be sent to avenge the Custer
massacre. '

And knowing well that this army of red—
skins would be most thoroughly armed“ and

well mounted, besides having with them
- their squaws and children, they would fight
to the bitter end under their idolized chief,
Buffalo Bill was anxious to end the days of
that leader, if it lay in his power, and thus
bring‘ demoralization upon the Indians.
Trailing through the day, night still found
l the scout upon the track of the Mad Hercules,
‘ and not daring to leave it for fear of losing
,‘ it in the darkness, he “ camped on the trail ”
once more.
During the day he had not had a reminder
I that he was dogged by his unseen foe; but
. hardly had he tied his horse in a dense
l thicket, where he intended to pass the night,
1 when the ominous whir-r-r of an arrow was

1 through the rim b the shaft.
It was still goo twilight, and hardly had
the arrow cut through his hat when, reckless
' of all consequences, Buffalo Bill had drawn
a revolver and was bound'ng from the
thicket in the direction from whence it
came.

His sudden and evidently unexpected act
was rewarded by a sight of the one who had
aimed at his life, and he sprung forward
with immense leaps, crying through his shut
teeth: ,
“$200k 07- Satan! 1‘” sales this mystery
now . ”

 

CHAPTER XVII.
CHASING A spoox.

WHETHER Buffalo Bill had held himself
in readiness every instant in the day, to be
ready to take quick and urgent measures to
discover who was his unseen foe, if he should
have another arrow sent after him. it is cer-
tain that hardly had his hand been pierced
by the oint, before he was bounding away
in the irection whence he would be most
certain to find the one who held the bow that
had sent the shaft.

He had not taken a. second hound before,

some sixty paces distant.

It had just dodged back behind a large
tree, and, bounding forward, Buflalo Bill
made straight for the spot, regardless of the

would be fatal.

had pitched his camp for the night, the tim-
ber was ‘scatterin , with here and there a
large bowlder, an thee were at once taken
advantage of to rotect him in his charge
upon his unseen 0e.

But when Buflnlo Bill ran boldly up to the
tree, behind which he had seen the form, no
one was visible.

The tree stood apart from the others, with
no rock near, so that it would have been im-

ossible for the person, whoever it was, to
eave its shelter without his haying discov-
ered it.

In the fading twilight he looked for a trail
at the base of the tree, yet could find none.

the foliage was thi k, and the brunettes far
‘ too high for any one to spring up to them
from the ground.

heard, and his broad sombrero was pierced .

as I have said, his keen eyes detected a form .

fact that he might get a second shot which
Once‘ out of the dense thicket, in which ho ',

Then he glanced overhead, and saw that ‘

What had become of this mysterious foe ‘

he could not understand.
“Well, this is mysterious," he said to him-
self

ever it is, keeps on practicing, he will nail
me yet. -
“I guess the boys are right, and that th
"‘ At least they seem to me to be the head—
uarters for spooks, and I‘ll be glad whép
am out of them."
then went off. to another, an

lay down to rest.

 

* It is a notorious fact that the Sioux Indians, for
four years vmmediately receding the Custer massa-
cre, were regularly supp 'ed with the most imprv vrd
fire-arms.“ ammunit on by the agencies at Brule,
Grand River, Stand Roe . Fort Barthold, Chey-
enne and Fort Peck. en during the campaign of
1876, in the months of May June and July, just be-
fore and after Custer and his band of heroes rode
down into the valley of dent , these fighting Indians
received elzvnn hundred an went Winchester and
Remington rifles. and 413.0.‘0 mu 3 of potent am-
munition, besides large uantitles of loose powde
lead and rimers, while tiring the summer of 18%
they recs ved several thousand stand of arms and
more than n million rounds of ammunition. With
this generousprovislon there is no cause for wonder

\

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t .t

and attract to their aid all the dissatisfied Cheyennes
and other Indians in the Northwest. '
Besides a erfect fighting e uipment, all the In-
dlans reeogn ed in Sitting But the elements ofa
great warrior, one whose superior, hops. has
never been known among rn tribe; recombined

his leadershi
ctded to p
sition wi h consummate judgment, selecting a can.

was for superior to both. Having (it -

 

'tral van
the “bad
gpen by an assumed friendship with the

I ' 1

Big Horn mountains are haunted. ‘ ‘

Leaving his horse at one glace, the scout A
, realizing that a

he dared not light a fire, ates cold snack and ‘- 5
He awoke f1 om some cause before dawn;

that the Sioux were able to resist the Government .

e goint sugrgrfindeg by; igliiat 1 known as, 
an s, an en 9p ssuppg sow-cc ;

3But, if the spook, or human, or what- I.

all the strategic cunning of ' ecumseh, with the t .,
cruel uncompromising hatred of Black Kettle, while '

rec pitete aterrible war. he chore his p0- .. V H

 

 

 

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I ' ’behind rocks and trees.

 

Budgie Bill’s Grip.

 

 

and started to his feet with the feeling that a
human presence was near him.

But no one was visible in the darkness, and
as it was nearly dawn, he determined to start
upon his way, trusting to luck to find the

.trail of the Mad Hercules further down the
valley, which he knew would bring him out
near the river.

To his surprise, as he stepped up to his
horse, he found him both saddled and bridlcd,
yet still staked out with the lariat.

“ By Jove! but the spook was going to
take a ride,” he, exclaimed, in the greatest
surprise.

He knew that he had unsaddled the ani-
mal as soon as he halted the night before,
and staked him out upon the best spot he
could find for him to feed.

The saddle and bridle he had hung upon a
tree near by, and now he found tnem upon
his horse.

I “ Come, Red-skin, who did this?” he asked
' of the horse.

“ Have the witches been riding you?

. “No, your mane is not tangled.* but In
thoughts are, and I‘ll get out of this before
have a witch riding behind me.”

The scout spoke half in earnest, half in
jest, for, in spite of his sound sense, he was
sadly mystified by all that had occurred of

. late, from the massacre on the Big Horn, and
the meeting of the Mad Hercules, to being
trailed by an unseen foe whose movements
he could not account for.

Mounting his horse he rode out of the
thicket, to suddenly draw rein quickly, and
half-throw his rifle to his shoulder.

Then he checked this purpose, and driving
the spurs into the flanks of Red-skin shot
away like the wind in pursuit of an object
that had suddenly caught his quick eye.

What he went in pursuit of seemed to fly
rather than run.

It appeared in the darkness to be a human
being, and yet, though now runnin for a
few .paces, would seem to bound up into the
air and fly along for a short space.

Fortunately for the scout, and unfortu-

~ nately for the pursued, the valley there nar-
rowed into a canyon with steep sides,wholly
inaccessible to the foot of man or beast, so

I that, forced to fly down it, there was no turn-
ing-off oint which could be taken to elude
the swi t steed in chase.

Had it been otherwise, Buffalo Bill could
.ha 8 been easily thrown off the pursuit, by
th one he was endeavoring to catch dodging

—-

. v

f "Come, Red-skin, don‘t let even a spook
outrun you,” cried Bill, urging the animal
- forward, while he held the reins firmly in one
hand and his revolver in the other.
His eyes he kept fixed upon the runnin ,
, lea ing, flying creature he was in chaseo ,
an which he momentarily feared would
:iariish in some mysterious manner from his
g t.

 

GHAPTER XVIII.
/ RUN DOWN.
As the flight and pursuit continued, Buf-

 ' falo Bill was pleased to see that the one he

was ressing so hotly did not disap r, but
cont nued his running, flying flig t, as it
, were, down the can on.

‘ Red-skin was ma 'ng good time, over the

‘rough footing, but could have doubled

 his pace had the nature of the ground per‘
. ,mitted.

r

   
 

1);

. But this might also have retarded the fugi-
tive,who certainly seemed to be getting along
With deer-like fleetness.

5 As the end of the canyon drew near Buf‘

r V . falo Bill pressed on Easter and gained more

rapidly, and he was glad to see in the un-
' certain light that an open plain lay beyond.
\ Once there, he felt he could force. his horse

,» to a pace that would not keep him long be-

hind the one he ursued.

 I At length the ugitive bounded out 'of the

  
 
 

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\can on, swayed to the right, then to the left,
as thorggh searching for some spot where he
could nd cover, and, as though discovering

,3 no vantage-ground for him, he went straight

ahead once more, aiming for the line of tim-
ber a quarter of a mile beyond,which fringed
the river's bank. .
And the renewed speed with which he
’ There is an old superstition that when the mane

of 9; horse is found tangled he has been ridden by
, witches during the “LL—'1‘” Amen,



 

started off fairly amazed the scout who had
hardly believed it possible for a human be-
ing to get over the ground that fast.

“Come, old horse, now show your met-
tle, and catch yonder What-is-It, be it spook,
lnjun or devil!" cried Buffalo Bill, pressing
hard after the flying creature in advance.

At the words of his rider the noble animal
shot forward like an arrow from a bow.

It did not take the scout but an instant to
see that he was gaining upon the pursued, and
that at the pace he was riding he would over-
take the fugitive before he could reach the
river.

That this discovery was also made by the
other was evident, for, with no tree, bush or
rock near to afford the slightest shelter, the
flying form suddenly turned to the right-
about, dropped upon one knee, and sent an
arrow straight at the scout as he came on.

It was well aimed, but struck the butt of
a revolver in Buffalo Bill’s belt and glanced
off, and while another arrow was being fit—
ted to the how, there came the flash and
crack of the scout’s pistol.

Over on his face fell the fugitive, and the
next instant Buffalo Bill drew up his pant-
ing horse and sprun to the ground.

A deep groan tol him that his shot had
not proven instantl fatal, and staking out
Red‘skin he returne and bent over the form
that now lay in a heap before him.

The dawn was just breaking over the hill-
tops, and there was light enough to see that
the one at his feet was an Indian.

Turning him over upon his back Bill saw
that he yet lived, and gazed unflinchingly in
his face, though the blood was oozing from
a bullet-wound above his heart.

That he had seen the Indian before he
knew, and it at once dawned upon him
where:

But he asked in the Sioux tongue:

“ Who are on?”

” Ne-ta-ka,‘ * was the low reply.

He was a young warrior, and one whose
fame as a runner and leaper had spread
along the border.

Buffalo Bill had often heard of his won-
derful speed on foot, and he now saw lying
beside him a long, slender pole, the end of
which was covered with; buckskin, like the
head of a drumstick, to“ prevent its impress
upon the ground.

With this pole the Flyer had made his
wonderful leaps as he ran.

And more, the scout discovered that he
carried upon his back something like a pair
of snow-shoes, with moccasins fitted upon
them, and besides, a lariat of great len h,
several quivers of arrows, like those that ad
been shot at him, and a long bow, which he
now grasped tightly in his hand, though
possessing no power to use it.

He possessed a lithe, tall form, wore leg-
gings and moccasins, but no hunting-shirt,
and a blanket was swung at his back.

The Flyer is a warrior of the Death Kill-
er’s medicine-lodge!” said Buffalo Bill, re-
memberin to have seen the Indian upon the
Big Horn attic-field, and as one of the band
of the renegade Bill Bevins. ‘

“ The Long Hair speaks straight,” was the
low reply, though uttering the words made
the young brave wince With the anguish he
suffered.

“ The Death Killer sent the Flyer on the
trail of the Long Hair to kill him?"

The Indian nodded assent.

“ The Death Killer did not believe that
the Long Hair would go to the village of
Sitting Bull?" .

The red-skin shook his head to express the
negative.

" The Long Hair is going there now.”

The Indian looked his admiration at so
bold a deed, but made no reply, and Buffalo
Bill continued:

“ The Long Hair will tell the people of
the Flyer how he died, that he buried him
where his kindred can find his grave.”

“Let the Long Hair not speak of Ne-ta—ka
to his people when he wears his scalp at his
belt,” said the warrior in atone that showed
how bitter a blow it was for him to lose it.

“ The Flyer is a great brave, he came upon
the trail of Paella-Ice to kill him, but he has
fallen and will die, yet I will not take his
scalp.” ’

The eyes of the red-skin, though almost

 

/ " The Flyer, or Lauren—Tn: Ana-non.

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glazed by death, flashed with delight at this
promise, and he said quickly:

“Ne-ta-ka will call Pare-healer his white
brother when he goes to the Ilappy Hunting—
Grounds."

Whether Buffalo Bill felt complimented
by this promise or not, he certainly acted
most kindly toward the dying red-skin, and
feeling a little curious to settle the mysteri-
ous movements of The Flyer, after his shots
at him, asked:

“ Why is it that Ne-ta—lca left no trail when
he came near my camp?”

The Indian pointed to the articles that
looked like snow-shoes, but uttered no word.

“Well, you are a genius,” muttered Bill,
while he added, speaking to himself:

“Those willow shoes certainly would leave
no trail, the pole explains his seeming to fly
through the air as he ran, but now to find out
where he went after firing at me.”

Turning to the Indian he asked:

“ Where did Ne-ta-Ica go after he fired at
Pas has-Ice from behind the tree?"

The red-skin raised his hand with an effort
and placed it upon his coiled lasso.

Then he pointed upward and said in a
whis er, for his strength was rapidly failing:

“ e—ta-ka fastened lariat to tree, shot ar-
row, and climbed up lariat and hide in tree.”

“Aha! that is 3. dodge I had not thought
of before.

“ Why, this red-skin is a perfect book to
me, and I’ll appropriate his stock in trade
and practice his little games, for they ma
come in useful— Hal that’s music, and
know the tune!"

The last remark was caused by suddenly
hearing several shots and yells break upon
the morning air, and coming from the direc-
tion of the timber.

The red-skin heard the sounds too, and
half-raised himself upon his arm, to watch
Bufialo Bill spring upon his horse and dash
away like the wind, in the direction from
whence had come the shots and cries.

CHAPTER XIX.
THE MAD HERCULES AT CLOSE QUARTERS.

IT was but a few moments’ ride to the belt
of woods that girded the banks of the river,
and into the timber Buffalo Bill dashed at
full s eed.

Be ore him, and some hundred yards dis-
tant, he heard the wild ells of combatants.

There were no shots red now, only heavy
thuds heard, mingled with yells of rage and
cries of seeming anguish.

Straight upon the scene Buflalo Bill rode,
his reins he d firmly in his teeth, and a re-
volver in each hand.

There was an open space upon the bank, a
fallen tree, against which a fire was burning,
and the appearance of a camp.

Against the roots of this tree, for it had
been prostrated b
other than the Ma Hercules.

But he was not alone, for he was confront-
ed by half a dozen painted warriors, armed
with knives, who were dodging about in an
effort to run in upon him and strike at his

 

' heart.

At his feet lay two dead braves, who had
fallen in making the attempt, and u on one
of these his right foot rested, while e stood
at bay, his long knife grasped in hand ready
for the attack.

His face was bleeding, also one hand was
stained red, either from his blood or that of
his foes, but he stood his ground with seem-
in delight in the mad combat. .

is revolvers were in his belt, and had
evidently been emptied, as ofl some distance
lay three more savages, dead, and several of
those who faced him bore wounds.

It was a thrilling picture, and so wrapped
up were the contestants that they neither saw
nor heard Buffalo Bill. .

As he drew nearer, he discovered, that the
Indians were Sioux, evidently a scouting
party from Sitting Bull's tribe, and he was

determined to take a hand in the fracas.

Before he charged, however, upon the
scene, he saw another venturesome warrior
spring in upon the madman and fall dead
from a fearful thrust that met him. ,

With his ringing war-cry, known to all the
tribes on the nort west border, Buffalo Bill

I

charged upon the scene. -

Straight at the warriors the well-trained'
horse went, and the revolvers rattled forth ,

death-knells upon either side.

the wind, stood none'

 

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Buffalo Bill’s.  ‘ ‘

 

 

r One, two, three braves fell, and Red-skin
and his mast: r had dashed by, for, smartin
under an arrow wound, the noble anima
could not be checked by word.

As soon as he could replace his revolvers,
Builalo Bill drew on the reins and checked
the headlong flight of his horse, and wheeled
back to again join in the fray.

But in the moment that had passed since
he Charged upon the scene both the remain-
ing lndians and the Mad Hercules had dis-
appeared.

The dead lay as they had fallen, the trio
‘who had been shot by Buffalo Bill adding to
the list slain by the madman.

A splashing sound catching his ears,Buffalo
Bill discovered the huge dripping form of
the Mad Hercules just leaving the river upon
the opposite shore, and clambering up the

' bank.

Like a huge grizzly bear he looked, his
hairy attire dripping wet, and presenting a
good mark for a bullet.

The scout half threw his rifle to his shoul-
der, as if to fire, but instantly checked his
purpose, and slung it again upon his back,
with the remark:

“ I’ll not kill a flying foe; but some time
soon we’ll meet again, old Shanghai grizzly.

Then he turned to his faithful steed, dress-
ed the wound in his hip most skillfully, and
flaking him out to feed, began to look around

1m.

His skillful e cs soon read the signs he
saw, that the 11 ad Hercules had been en-
camped there for the night, and was cooking
his breakfast, preparatory to starting again
‘upon the tramp, when the red-skins, seein
his fire from the other shore, had crosse
and attacked him, and with far more detri<
ment to themselves than the wandering
giant. I

The trail of the two Indians who had es-
caped Buffalo Bill then followed a short dis-
tance down the river, to see that they had
really gone, and then, as he began to closely
peer into the timber upon the other bank, to
see what had become of their ponies, for he
knew that they had been mounted,* when he
heard a wild yell, then a war-cry, and fol-
lowing them came the crashing of large
bodies through the thicket, and into' view
dashed the Mad Hercules, mounted upon
a large spotted pony, and driving before him
a'dozen mustangs equipped with Indian trap-
pings.

‘PNow the old traveling asylum is fixed,
for he’s going hoof-back on his trail, and it’ll
take a drove of ponies to carry him far.

“Two, four, eight, twelve! Yes, there
were twelve in the band, and they left one
over there to guard the ponies, and the crazy
Shanghai settled him.

“ ‘ Twelve blg Injuns.
Ten got called in,
And that eavel two,
or words to that effect. as the song goes.

“Well, Red-skin, we can follow Hairy
Hercules’s trail now without trouble, I guess;

but I’ll first go back and see if the Flyer is
dead, and then I can come back and eat my
breakfast in comfort, for I see the madman
left me some fresh game in the hurry of his
de arture.”
o saying, Buffalo Bill strode awe to-
ward the little prairie, where he had 1e t .No‘
m-Ica dying.

 

CHAPTER XX.
'rwo CLAIMANTS FOR A scam.

As Buffalo Bill started to leave the s at
where lay the dead Indians, and 0 upon is
errand, of keeping his word to e-ta—ka there
suddenly came to his ears the sound of a dis-
tant shot, .

From exactly the direction fromwhence it
came he did not know, but it seemed to be
quite far off.

It sounded to his cars more like the ring
of a rifle than the sharp crack of a revolver,
and he paused to listen if it was repeated,
while Red-skin pricked up his ears, as though
snufiing danger from afar.

“ The old crazy rizzly has jumped another
red-skin, or he’s illing the mustangs for
luck,” said Bill, believmg the sound must
have come from the direction the madman
had taken. , I

But the instinct of the horse, more keen

 

‘ Sioux, like Comanches, are born horsemen, and
never seem at home on foot. A Sioux Indian would
rather be well mounted than armed—an: Airmen.

than that of the’human bein , caused him to
look in the direction from w ience the sound
of the shot had come, and his slender cars
were pointed toward the back-trail, in the
direction where the scout had left JVc—ta-l'a.

As though convinced that the madman had
fired the shot, Buffalo Bill paid no more at-
tention to it, but walked rapidly through the
timber, and soon came out upon the little
opening, or prairie.

He saw Nada-lat lying where he had left
him; but as he approached he beheld that his
position had changed, and from all appear-
ances he seemed to have died hard and in
great agony, for the red-skin was dead.

Gathering up his leaping-pole, trackless
shoes, and other paraphernalia, the scout
raised the dead red-skin to his shoulders and
strode back into the timber.

Selecting a good spot upon the river bank,
at the foot of a large tree, he laid the body
down, and marked out a space for a grave. ,

“ I’d like to plant the whole lot,” he mut-
tered, glancing over toward the Indians slain
by the madman and himself, and then he
added. in his light-hearted way:

“But life’s too short to bury the undeserv-
ing, especially Injuns.

“ Still, I will take time, after I have had
breakfast to raise the scalps of the three
gracelesses I slew, for I want to get scalps
enough to make a hair rope to hang Bill Bev~
ins with, and if I do get my death-grip on
that many red-skins, my oath to avenge poor
Custer Will have been kept.”

As Buffalo Bill ceased speaking, and turn-
ed away from the tree, at the foot of which
lay the body of Nc-ta-lca, even his keen eyes
failed to notice a human face dodge back be-
low the river bank.

Feeling the need of food, the scout set to
work to first cook and eat his breakfast be-
fore digging the grave he had promised for
Ne-tarlra.

A few pieces of juicy meat were cut from
the haunch of venison left by the madman,
and placed upon the coals to broil.

Then water was gotten from the river, and
a uart cup of coffee put on to boil.

aking some crackers from his haversack
attached to his saddle, Buffalo Bill sat down
to eat his breakfast with seeming relish,
wholly indifferent to dan er, and also of the
, dead brave 1 ing so near im.

Also was e unconscious that the same
human face that had peered over the river
bank was still turned upon him, but its
owner had watched his chance to spring
befid the tree, at the foot of which lay Na-
ta .

Buffalo Bil arose to work, his first duty be-
ing to neatly deprive the three braves he had
slain of their scalp-locks.

Attaching them to the string that held the
others, at the top of which was Yellow
Hand’s, he stepped forward, knife in hand,
to dig the grave of Ne-twka.

But suddenly a human form confronted
him, and a voice said:

“ Pard. I guesses I’ll take the scalp 0’ this
Injun, what you stole from me, an’ as I holds
ther drop on you, ye’d better be kinder dis-
creet like.”
CHAPTER XXI.

THE Boss OF THE BIG HORN.

BUFFALO BILL was certainly caught off his
guard by the appearance of the stranger upon
the scene where he least expected to see a
human being, unless it might be a stray In-
dian, or the madman returning.

But it was neither.

Yet it was a white man, and certainly an
odd-lookin one.

He was ressed in rudelytanned buckskin
from head to foot, for he wore a cap of that
material, ornamented with the tail of a fox
for a tassel.

He was a man of large size, muscular
build, and looked hard as a pine-knot, while
his hair‘was long, unkempt, and iron- ay,
and his beard, short and grizzly, half hiding
a face by no means repossessing in the fea-
tures that were visib c.

He was armed with an old rifle, a muzzle-
loader, a revolver of rather ancient manu-
facture, a cou 1e of single-barrel pistols and
a large bowie- nife, while at his back hung
along bow and two uiv‘ers of arrows.

 

The eyes that gaze upon Buffalo Bill with
a triumphant leer were vicious, small, and

,1
,\

Having partaken of his lonelybreakfast, .

glittered with hate, that seemed their natural,
expression.

He held his revolver upon Buffalo Bill to
cover his heart, and seemed to feel that he
was Wholly master of the situation.

“Well, who in thunder are you, you old ;
sinner?" demanded Buffalo Bill, seemingly
not in the slightest degree taken aback by
the sudden appearance of one that seemed to
be a fee.

“ I are ther Boss 0' ther Big Horn,” was
the cool reply.

” The what?" and Bill smiled.

“ Thcr Boss 0’ ther Big Horn.”

“ You don’t mean it?"

“ I does." .,

“Well. you do look as if you could get'
away with a big horn.”

" Look a-heur, stranger pard, is yer pokin'
fun at me?” angrily asked the man.

“ N 0, you are poking that old pepper-box
at me," was the cool response. _ f
“Who is you, anyhow?” asked the man,

struck with the superb bearing and hand—

some, fearless facc of the scout. ,.
“Sitting Bull," answered Bill, most inno— 5
cent] . ‘

“ oes er take me fer a fool?" 5

“ If I did I wouldn't be far off the trail.” a

“I knows Sitting Bull, an’ he area scream-
er fer a Injun.” ,

“ Like as not you are one of the rene ades . - i
said to belong to his tribe,” was the ho (I re-
mark of the scout. » ‘

“No, but 1 are friendly with the Injuns.” i

‘ ‘ That means you dare not live among your
own race, for you look as though you might
have been a white man once.”

The basilisk e. 'es of the stran er fairl
blazed at this, an his brow ew dark with
rage, while he answered quickly: '

“ Ef I are, yer'll never live ter tell that yer ‘
seen me." . '

"1'11 stake that I do. Come, put up your '
mongy, or make no threats.” 1 ~ » r ' "7

“ as], you is a hold one, and I’d like terf
know yer handle?" i -. ‘ ‘-

“ The boys in camp call me Buffalo Bill.” ‘ 4' ,5,

Instantl the man’s face changed a sin, .’ l f
grmying livid with passion, while he‘h seed 

ort : ‘

“ You is Bill Cody, is you?” ' _ .4

“When I am at home that is my name,"
was the rep] , and Bill continued: r , i

I
l

Wmu.“mm_ - . ..

“Now tel me your name, for the more I , ,
see of your face the more I feel we have met. _ »  ,
before.” ' =  *‘

“We has.”  .

“What deviltry Were you in when I saw .,
you last, old man?" ~.  ' ,1

“ I’ll tell yer jist what I were doing then.‘_ ' ' z

“ It were a long time ago, and you was a, ‘
mere boy then, and you was guide fer a train,
I went ter rob one night, an —” ' =

“ You are Ginger Sam, by J ovei” cried Bill 
recalling the man’s face, a ter nearly twenty ‘ ,
years. , 

“I are.” .  _

“I remember you now, you'vmiserable -f 
old sinner, and how you and your‘ gun . ' \ 
hired as teamsters to the train and intends - ., a! ,
to massacre all hands one night, and gebéthe ‘ 33‘ .
booty." ' ‘

“ het are so; but you overheard two either
boys talkin’, and ther’ were hangin’ done’by ; . ; =
ther train people, an’ I’d hev gone ther sum ‘3  '
way ef I hadn t lit out. > ‘ ;

“,Yer thwarted me then, Bill Cod , and I
has heered o’ yer doin’ bi things 0 late on T, =
these heur borders, an’ Iintends ter cut yer; ~ , ,
days short.” ‘ V,  '

“And I have heard how on played
your old tricks of deviltry unti you could"
not live in a border settlement, and here is ’
ivv;iere you came to hide your ugly head, was‘ '
t ‘3 ,

“ Yes, and it are better than hangin’.” _

“You are a hard citizen, Ginger Sam,"
said Bill, with a‘ light lau h, although the, 
man still kept him covere with his revel;
ver.

“I are a citiZen that shall take in Buf’ler‘f
Bil], fer (yer hes no business in these ‘heur
parts, an hevin’ corned heur, I’ll see their

er remain, fer I are ther Boss 0’ ther Big. 1 *
cm, I told yer.” , ' 5

“ Do you see these (lead Injuns lyingabout "
here?" asked Bill. . * ‘ t

“ I does.” .  ' ‘ , -

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The outlaw was astounded at the cool
nerve displayed by Bill in his danger, and
could not understand his light, bantcring
tone.

He meant to kill him. there was no doubt;
but as a cat will play with a mouse to torture
it, he wished to make Buffalo Bill suffer
terror and despair, so delayed firing the fatal
shot, feeling that he had him at his mercy

wholly;

“ ilt thet Injun, an’ what you fetched
him heur fer I does not know; but I claims
his scalp,” and the Boss of the Big Horn
pointed to the dead body of .Ne-te-ln.

" You killed that Indian?“ asked Bill.
“I said so,” responded the Boss of the

Big Horn. ,

’ “ Why, I shot him myself,” said Bill.

r “ You went out on the perarer an’ fetched

\ him in arter I kilt him."

" Oh, Lord! but what a holy liar you are,

Gin er Sam!”

" oes yer say you kilt thet Injun, Bill

Cod ?"

“ do.

“ I tell yer I left my cabin ’arly ter git
game, an‘ were jist leavin’ ther timber
when I seen thet Injun drop down on ther
pararer, hevin’ got sight 0' me, I s’pose.

“So I cracks away, an’ I seen him flop
over an’ then lie still; but I lays close, fer I
thought t‘others mou’t be near, an' then I
seen you come out o’ ther timber from this
p’int an’ pick him up an’ fetch him heur.

“ I‘ flanked er posish, and I hes been
lookin’ at yer er a long time, an‘ now yer
says on kilt ther red."

“ 1nd I tell you the truth, and I can prove
it."

“How kin yer?"
" Where did you aim to hit him?”
, “.In the heart.”
"' Well, look and see if there are two bul-
let-wounds in his body, for I heard your
shot, I remember now, and have no doubt
. 'but that you fired at him; but he was dying
when you did so.
I “Look for the two wounds, Big Horn
Bees."
The man stooped to do so, sun with the
1" bound of a panther Buffalo Bill was upon
him.

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‘ CHAPTER XXII.
THE GRAVE-DIGGER.

Trmowrt off his guard by the manner of

the scout, and his interest in searchin for a

v . - second wound in the body of the ndian,

5: Ginger Sam went right into the trap which

v v' . was set for him, and did just what Buffalo
~ Bill had been endeavoring he should do.

' Quick as lightning in his movements, Buf-
falo Bill had a rung forward and seized the
hand that he] the revolver, before the out-

\ law could come to an upright position, and
at the same time he resented one of his own
‘ weapons full in the ace of his foe, while he
A said, in the coolest manner possible:
i t ' “If you wish to kee in good health, Gin-
 ger Sam, you’ll do as tell you!" a
‘ a' = The outlaw was livid with rage, and seem-
ed to feel that his last day on earth had

come.
, Beloved life, even alone in those wilds,

. and asked, hoarsely:
' 5 4. .“ Does ycr intend ter kill me?"
I  ’ fl “‘ I do not know what I shall do with you
"‘r . in the end, but at present I intend to disarm
‘ ' , ou.
‘  "Drop old Daniel Boone’s rifle you hold
in :your hand there.”
~' ‘ I ‘It mou’t break it,”

' '- . 2 ‘fI guess not, for it's too old a settler to
'4 i .1 be hurt by a little tumble.

‘ ’ " Drop it, I say."

 I “It mou’t go 03 an’ shoot yer from ther
pohcussiou.”
..  .- 3'Mflevolver will go off and shoot you
-  hem t muzzle, if you don’t obey!”
‘ 1 f' “Down she oes.”
'_ ,r  ' The outlaw ropped it in such away, at
" ' -’the same time giving it a kick, that showed
hewould like to have it explode in the fall
and kill his captor.
I ‘But it did, not, and kicking it one side,
"Bill commanded:
“ Now unbuckle your belt and let it fall!"
,_ “Now thet would be dangerous."
, f ' “Do as I tell you, and becareful not to
t‘ I let your hand touch those blunderbusses you
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The man uttered an oath, but obeyed, and
the belt of arms fell to the ground.

“ Now step this way.”

Bill drew him a few steps away from his
rifle and belt, and then, with a sudden, vio-
lent wrench of the wrist. tore the revolver
from the outlaw’s hand and pitched it over
with the other weapons.

“Now, Boss of the Big Horn, I was born
tired, and don’t like work, so take your knife
and set to work to build a house under this
tree,” said Bill.

“A house?" asked the surprised man.

" Yes.”

“ What kind of a house?"

“ One that will fit a dead man."

“Yer mean a grave?" asked the outlaw,
in a tone of horror.

“ I do.”

“ Yer don’t mean ter kill me, and fust
make me dig my own grave?" and the voice
of the speaker was low and tremulous.

“No, you are not worth burying: but I
wish to bury that Injun there, because I
promised him I would, and being lazy, as I
told you, I want you to dig his grave.”

The outlaw seemed to feel relieved in
knowing that he was not the one to occupy
the grave, and he at once set to work, and
with his knife began to throw out the earth
quite rapidly.

Buffalo Bill coolly sat near watching him,
and kee ing him covered with his revolver,
and noticing the rapid work of the outlaw,
he said:

“ I guess you were sexton for some grave-
yard, Ginger Sam, before you took to thiev-
 H

“Thet are jist what I were, Bill Cody,”
and the man stop ed in his work.

“And you too to robbinn' by night the
peo 1e you buried by day, and got caught at
it, guess, so had to follow the lamented
Horace Greeley’s' advice and dig for the
West?"

“ Waal, ou hits things pretty squar', Bill
Cody, for t ey did plant a leddy in my yard
one day, thet were durned fool enough ter
leave it in her will that she were ter be buried
in her di’mints an’ t’other jew’l‘ry.

“ I know’d ther kin-folks w'u’d dig her up
some night, of I didn‘t, so I did. an‘ them as
was eomin’ ter do it seen me, an' I jist hed
ter light out from them arts."

“ Well, you look the g oul you are; but go
on with your work. for life a too short to
listen to your sins, old maul”

Theyex-sexton resumed his work with a
sigh, and soon had an opening which brought
from the scout the remark:

“ N o Injun could wish for more than that,
Ginger ,Sam, and ou are the Boss Grave-
Digger of the BigI orn, whatever your other
sins may be.

“ Now wrap that Injun in his blanket and
lay him in it; but leave out his traps and
weapons!”

" Won’t yer scalp him 2”

4H  H

“‘ What about t’others?” _

“ Let them remain where they are."

" Three of ’em is scalped.”

“ Those I killed.”

“ And t’others?”

“Have you ever heard of Mad Hercules of
the Yellowstone?”

“I has, an’ I never wants ter see him
ag'in.”

“ You hev seen him then ‘2"

“ Hev I?

“ Waal now be nearly skeert me t‘er death
one night; but he didn’t see me, altho' he
comed almost up to my cabin door.

“ He are a hairy terror.” ‘

“ Well, he killed those other Indians.”

“Are be near heur?”

“ He went down the river awhile n’nce."

“ Are he a-cornin’ back?” and the outlaw
showed real terror.

“No, but I shall go after him, and if I
don’t have to kill you before I 'start, I shall
take you along.”

‘I‘ Lord hev marcy!”

“ Come, bury that Injun.” ,

(‘1‘,Yer seems ter feel tender fer this hour
re . ' .

“I promised him that I would not scalp
him, and that I would bury him.”

“ I eases er’ll be ’rectin a moniment
over him afore ong,” sneered the outlaw.

“ I may leave you dead across his grave as
a monument,” was the cool reply. '

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The outlaw did not relish this remark, and
at once wrapped the blanket of Ne-ta-ka,
around him, and placing him in the grave
asked him in a tone of sarcasm:

“Does yer intend ter shriek pra’cr over
him?"

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" Does ver know any?"

“ If I did, it would be desecration to utter
them, even over a dead Indian, in your vile
presence," was the stern retort.

“ Ef yer don’t, I does, fer I l’arnt all kinds
when I were grave-digger.

“Now, I doesn’t know ther creed 0‘ this
red-skin; but of ycr kin guess at it, I kin fit
him with a service ter suit Presberte’ran,
’Piscopal, Meth’dist. Hard-shell or Soft—
shell Baptist or Cath’lics, fer ef ther is any-

thing I does know, it are how ter pray an’

ter shoo .”
“Well, you better indulge in praying for
ourself, for you’ll never do any more shoot-
lng, Ginger Sam.

" There, that is a first-class grave, and
now we will put a few heavy logs over it, to
gravent the wolves from tearing up the

o y_,.

“ And then, pard?”

“ Then 1 shall decide what I shall do with.
you."

“ Are I ter be axed?”

“No; for I know half-a-dozen murders

iou committed that would hang you—
all)

The scout’s words were suddenly checked,
for distinctly, though distant, there came to
his ears the sound of a bugle. ’

“ Grave-digger‘s Carnivall but what are
that?" cried the outlaw.

“ A cavalry bugle.” '

“ Is thar cavalry in these heur moun-
tains?”

“ Yes; and their trail will come right
throu h here."

" har’ll we be?" asked the outlaw, most
anxiously.

“I’ll be riding down the river.”

“ An’ me?"

” I’ll leave you as a present for the general,
who I know would be glad to get you,” was
the cool re ly.

“ Don‘t o it, Bill, and I’ll do ther squar’
thin by you.”

“ ook here, Gin er Sam, I know just

'what you are, and i I let 1£011: gclil, I lEnow
et e an erer _

many an innocent man won
by it, for you hide in these mountains and
shoot down ever one of your own race who
comes here, for ear you may be seen and re-
cognized. ‘

" You thought you had the dead drop on.
me, and I saw it in your eyes that you in-
tended to kill me—’

“ No, Bill, I sw’ar I didn’t.”

“ I would not believe you on oath, Ginger
Sam, and it is my duty to give you up to
General Carr, who is coming this way with
his command.” ,

Quick as a flash Buffalo Bill, 'who held in
one hand a lariat he had taken from one of
the dead Indians, threw the coil over the head
of the outlaw, and the arms were pinioned
down to his side.

Taking aturn around the tree by which
the stood. Buffalo Bill quickly and skill-
ful y bound the struggling wretch to it, and
in such a way that escape was impossible.

Then he took from his pocket 9. note-book

and pencil, and tearing/out a leaf,.wrote
thereon:

“ Gunmm— ~

“ I leave this man for you to decide his fate.

“He was known years ago as Ginger Sam.end
plottfd to rob a train I was guide of, and to kill the
pee e.

“ 6 has committed many murders on the border,
as any old borderman can tell you, upon hearing his
name. ‘ r Cons."

This Buffalo Bill tacked upon the tree to
which the villain was'bound, and unheeding
the begging of the prisoner to let him go, in,
termingled with curses at his not doing so,
be mounted his horse and rode toward the
timber fronting on the little prairie.

Quickly he drew his horse back in the
shadow, for he saw Frank Gourard, the

ide, there, bending over the spot where;

e-te-ka had fallen, while just coming around
a spur of the mountain was the head of the
command. '

Wheeling his horse about. the scout gal-
loped back to the river, and plunging bold]

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him the leaping-pole and other traps of the
Flyer.

Once upon the other side he came upon a
dead Indian, the warrior who had been slain
by the Mad Hercules, while guarding the
ponies, and taking the trail of the animals,
he went off rapidl in pursuit, just as the
guide and General ‘arr rode into the timber,
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CHAPTER XXIII.
THE DEATH SENTENCE.

THE command of General Carr, in march-
ing to the scene of the Custer massacre, had
been delayed by the roughness of the trail
which it had to follow, as the wagons and
ambulances were not able to make as good
time as he wished, yet the commander dared
not leave his train behind.

Congratulating himself upon having
reached the river’s vicinit , the general gave
orders to press on bar , as the traveling
Would be better, and Frank Gourard ha
just ridden on to scout ahead a mile or two,
when he discovered the trail left by not only
the mad Hercules, but Buffalo Bill and the
Sioux Leaper, of whom the scout had been
in chase.

He called to the bugler, who was near, to
blow a call that would bring the general,
who had gone back toward the rear to bring
on the column, and it was these notes that
had reached the ears of the scout and his
prisoner.

Then the guide rode slowly on until he
came to the spot where the warrior had fall-
en before Buflalo Bill’s shot. and noticing the
red stains upon the ground he dismounted
and awaited the coming of the general.

“Thar hes been music heur, gin’ral,” he
said, as General Carr rode up.

“ What kind of music, guide?" asked the
oflicer.

“Ther dead march hcv been played for
somebody ter dance by."

"' You see signs, t en, Frank, that there
has been trouble?”

“ Yes, gin’rsl, I does. ‘

“I seen fust an’ foremost ther trail 0' ther
mad critter back yonder.”

“ The Mad Hercules?"

“ Thet same. "

“Well?”

“ Then I seen whsr Buf’ler Bill were hot
travelin‘ arter a lnjun thet jumped thirty
feet at every clip, he were so skeert, an’ here
are whar he stopped his jumpin’.”

“ You are sure it was the Indian?" some-

. what anxiously asked the general.

“I is fer a fact, gin’ral, fer thar are ther
boot-tracks 0‘ Bill, an' hour are whar ther
Injun clawed round right sharp.”

“ But where is he?”

“Thar yer hes me; but I guesses them
timber wil illoocidate ther question, gin’-

“Then come on, and let us ride into the
timber.” ‘

“Better let me reconnoiter fust, gin’ral.”

“No, I will 0 with you.

“ Come, gui e, let us lose no time.”

The guide threw himself once more into
his saddle and followed the general, who
could not withstand his impatience to see
what secret the timber might reveal. _

He had a high regard for Buffalo Bill,*
and knowing his daring nature, prone to
recklessness, constantly feared that e would
run into some (in er, when in playing a des-
perate game with eath the scout would be

the loser.

“ Wanl, of there hain’t been a ring-tailed
monkey cirkiss right heur, call me a liar,
gin’ra'l,” cried Frank Gourard, as he rode
into the timber by the side of the general and
beheld the bodies of the ,dead Indians, the
smoldering fire, and the general appearance
that a hot fight had been waged there.

“There has been hot work here, guide-
but I am lad I do not see Bufialo Bil
amon the s sin." .

“ 0, Bill are ther kind 0’ pilgrim thet
eashes a domed sight 0' checks, but don’t git
his own chips ash: in somehow; but thar are

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nent Indian ener supon 9 as among
whom any bge mEnIionod Sheridan, Stock: Terry
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ther clown o‘ ther menagcrie,” and havinn'
ridden near to the scene of the fray, Fran
Gourard caught sight of Ginger Sam bound
to the tree.

The general and the guide at once rode
toward him, and the captive scowled sav-
agel at them.

“ ho are you?" asked Generzil Carr.

“A blind man c’u’d see I were a poor fel-
ler in misfortin’,” was the surly answer.

“And a blind man could tell by your re-
sponse, sir, that you are very insolent,"
quickly returned the general, nettled by the
words of the prisoner, and disgusted with
his cruel, evil face.

“ P’raps this hour little dockymint may
tell yer suthin, gin’ral,” and Frank Gourard
took from the tree the slip of paper left by
Buffalo Bill.

“Hal it is from Cody.”

"Then he are right side up with car’?"

“ Yes, and hear what he says,” and Gener-
al Carr read the note aloud.

f‘ Jerusalem fleasl you is then Ginger
Sam?" cried the guide, dismounting and fac-
ing the captive.

“ Nol Buf’lcr Bill are a howlin’ liar.

“ He don’t like me fer nothin’, an’ jist
trumped up thet lie ter git ther gin’ral ter
shoot me,” said the captive.

“I guesses not, for Buf‘ler Bill hain’t
afeerd ter burn a leetle powder hissef, in a
good service, like killin’ you, ef yer is Gin-
ger Sam. "

“ I say I hain’t.”

“ Waal, I hes seen yer advertized, an’ I re-
members it said yer bed one ear out through
by a bullet, thet left a round hole an’ a scar
behint it, an’ ther third finger 0’ yer left hand
were missin’, not to speak 0’ ther fact thet yer
hed a pair 0’ spades crossed, drawed ‘in-
terl'g yer hide on yer right arm with Injun
in .

With his knife the guide ripped u the
sleeve of the captive's left arm, an the
“ crossed spades” pricked into the skin with
India ink were revealed.

“ 0h, gin’ral, this are Ginger Sam,” cried
the aide.

“ have heard of the wretch, and as Cody
leaves it to me to deal with him, I shall or-
der a platoon and have him shot, as soon as
the command comes up,” responded General
Carr, sternly.

“ The shoots brave men, gin’ral, an’ hangs
thin 5 1i 6 him,” said Frank Goursrd.

" t. is a most disgusting sight, guide, to
see a human being dangling in the air at the
end of arope, no matter what his crimes may
have been to cause such a fate, and I am not
the one to order such a. spectacle.

“ I have heard of this man and his numer-
ous crimes in the past, and as he has been
sentenced to death, I shall execute him v. im-
out delay.

“Now, sir, if you dare raise your face
toward heaven, ask for mercy after death,
for you have not half an hour to live,” and
General Carr fixed his gaze sternly upon the
outlaw, whose face was livid, and whose
whole form trembled with terror, for he felt
that there would be no mercy shown him on
earth, and he dared not hope for any from
Heaven. ' _ -

CHAPTER XXIV.’
AN INTERRUPTED EXECUTION.

GENERAL CARR was no man to trifle, and
knowing something of him, and of his valu-
able services upon the plains when colonel
of the gallant Fifth Cavalry, Ginger Sam
was aware of that fact, and set it down in
his heart that he must die.

The outlaw had a cringing fear of death,
and yet had dealt many a back-handed blow
at victims without mercy.

He loved life in these wild hills, hiding
away from his fellow-man, rather than live
in constant terror of his life ending from the
end of a rope.

When he knew that certain and sudden
death must follow if he remained in or near
the settlements, he at once sought safety in
the wilds, and many believed him dead, and
the hunt for him ceased. '

He had allied himself with the Indians,
by being ever ready to tell them where they
could get a. pale-face scalp, and. he had mer-
cilessly dealt out death to any lucklesstrap-
per or hunter who boldly entered that or-
tion of the country in pursuit of his 'ng
and crossed his path. \

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Brought face to face with the end at last,
and seeing the head of the column enter-in
the timber, Ginger Sam appealed to Genera '
Carr for his life.

The general is* a born soldier, and yet one
whose heart is in the right place; but he is
no man to sympathize With one guilty of in
tentional crime, and to such can be merci-
less, where duty demands that he should be,
so that it was with no particular umiubilily '
that he heard the pleadings of Ginger Sam
for his life.

“ You are showing ourself an urrnnt.‘
coward, as well as a har cned villain, and it
is my intention to deal summary justice up—
ongou, and upon all of your clique whom I
flu in these wilds, urging the Indians to
make war upon your own race, and preying
upon your fellow-beings with the thirst for
blood that a wild beast assesses,” was the;
stern remark of General arr. '

“I kin do you service, gen’ral, ef you
spar’s my poor life,” whined the wretch.

“1 do not believe you, and more, I do not
care to accept service from such a one as you
are.”

“I knows Sitting Bull, gen'ral,” persisted.
Gin er Sam.

“ do not doubt it, and more, I believe
you are one of the renegades in
sible for the evil deeds of the In ians.”

“ No, gen‘ral; I hain’t as bad as that.”

“You are worse; but, tell me, do on
know aught of the Custer massacre?” quick-
ly asked the general.

“ Hes thar been a massacres in these parts,
gen’ral?” '

The officer looked the villain straight in
the face, to read his very thoughts if it were
possible so to do, beneath the mask of sin
and assurance he wore.

“ There has, sir, been a. fearful massacre.” .

, “What Injuns did they massacres, gen-

"Bahl I waste time in talking to such as
you.

“Come, if you have prayers to say, say
them, for my command halts here but half
an hour, and half of that time is gone.” v

“Gen’ral, yer hain’t got no right ter hug
me,” said the villain, assuming a bullying

‘ tone. . ‘
“ I do not intend to ban ]you.”
“ Glory hally—hslly— ylujah l” shouted
the wretch. '

“Do not hug fdlse hope to your heart, , 1

men, for I intend to shoot you."
d “ 0h, Lordyl but yer hasn’t ther right ter
0 it.” .

“ I shall assume the right, sir.”

“ The will try yer for it.”

“I wil take all responsibility in the mat- ,
ter,” was the calm rep , while Frank Gou—
rard, who stood by, sai bluntly; .

“ Say, Gin er, ef they does anything with
ther gin‘ral er shootin’ yer, Gov'mint will
promote him fer riddin’ the kentry of sich a
varmint as you be.” .

"Come, no more of this nonsense," said
General Carr, sternly, and turning to a young
officer near him he said: . '

“Adjutant For-bush, now that the com-
mand has arrived, detail a platoon to execute
this man, and it must be done at once I”

” Yes, sir,“ and as the oflicer turned away ‘
to obey the order, Ginger Sam called out:

“ Gen’ral, ef
yer straight to t or camp of itting Bul ."

“ I have an honest man, and a guide, here,
who can do the same. I

,“You a peal in vain, sir, for you must i

die," and eneral Carr was turning away,

when it flashed upon him to ask a few ues- '
tions regarding the presence of the den In- 4
dians there. . ‘- ,
“By the way, answer me a few ques- ;'
tions, ’ he said. ‘ I

“Yes, gen’ral,” eagerly said Ginger Sam”: \ V

catching at a ray of hope.‘
“ Who killed those Indians?” ',
“ Buf’ler Bill kilt some, an’ I kilt t’others,
fer I comed jist in time ter help himvont 0‘ i
scraps.” _ .
“ here are their ponies?" .
“‘ Buf’ler Bill tuk ’em with him."
"(And Cody bound you here, after your ,
aiding him, you say?” ~
“Yas, gen’ral.”

* General E. A. Corr is now one of the mental--
anguished om era in the and deserves the 
honors hehas won and wears like “Q m .
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“Lordy! I blushes ter heur thet liar lie,”
said Frank Gourard.

“ One uestion more:

“ Who is buried in that grave?"

“Some In'un Bill Cody recognized as a
old pard. an planted him decent like, fer
friendship sake."

“ Who killed him ‘2"

“Bill an' me both got our work in on
him.”

“Who were he?" asked the guide.

.“ Ther Sioux warrior they calls ther Leap-
er, ther Flyer, an’ sich.”

“ Ha! is that famous Sioux brave dead?”
cried General Carr.

“Ile lies under thet yarth thar, gen’ral,
and so oughter be; but now yer'll spar’
'mclz-fcr ans’in’ yer questions, won‘t yer, gcn‘-
ra ?"

The general made no reply and walked
away, while Frank Gourard said, in a dis-
gusted 'tonc:

“ Yer oughter be shooted fer bein’ so ’feerd
ter die.

“ But ther platoon are yeady, sinner pard,
so yer better ’rastle with yer pra‘ers lively
ter ther hymn o’ Hallylujah, fer ther so-
jtirs is a-tunin’ the’r orgins ter play ther D01:-
0 ion”

. The doomed man groaned in anguish of
spirit, and as the sergeant came forward to
untie his bonds and lead, him to the place of
execution, he trembled so that he excited the
mingled pity and disgust of all.

He could hardly walk to the grave which
had been hastily dug for him, and when he
looked down into its loathsome depths a
‘cry of horror burst from his lips and he
would have fallen had not the sergeant up-

 held him.

“ Say, pard, be a man, an’ don’t make me
’sbamed o’ bein’ a human,” said the guide,
hoarsely, stepping to the aid of the ser-
geant. -

The poor wreteh tried to brace up, and
managed to stand without support, but the
crimes of his life trooping before him,

and death at hand to avenge them, caused

him to droop his head upon his breast and
groan in anguish.

All was now in readiness for the execution,
and a moment more would have ended the
painful scene, when suddenly there came the
rapid fall of hoofs, and there dashed upon the
scene Buffalo Bill. .

His horse was panting and covered with
“foam, and as the scout threw himself from
the saddle he cried quickly:

I “ (general Carr, I beg you not to execute that
man.’

 

CHAPTER XXV.
AN unsonvnn msraav.

ALL looked up in amazement 'at Buffalo

.- Bill’s sudden coming upon the scene, and

,with the appearance of aving ridden hard
to et’there.

, is face was flushed, and he seemed both

r anxious and lad that he had arrived in time

. -’ W to save the li e of the miscreant.

' As for General Carr, he was certainly sur-

', prised, but said in his pleasant way:
“ I am glad to see you, Cody, though you

x come to saw the'life of this wret’ch.”

" Thank you, general, but 1 do ask it as a
special favor to me, if you can grant it, that
you will spare the man’s life and turn him
over to my keeping."

' "For you to be his executioner, Cody?”

*  said the general, with a smile.

, i », , “ Oh, no, sir! but I have a reason for

‘ " g the favor that I cannot now ex-

plain; ’

“You arrived ’ust in time, Cody.”

“Then on wi l spare his life, general?”

” Yes, ill; as you ask it, I cannot refuse,
for he is your ame, only turned over to me
.for execution,’ frankly said the officer.

“Thank you, sir.”

,_ ‘5‘ An’ I thanks you, Buf'ler Bill, from my
Vjieort, I does,” cried the miserable wretch.
‘ 4 ,2 Buffalo Bill wheeled upon him with flash-
3‘ing e es as he said:
*“ ‘wish no thanks from you, Ginger Sam.

“I would ’prefer your curses.

“ But I need you, and with the general’s
consent, I will take you with me."

"Leave us a lock 0‘ his ha’r, Bill, for I hes
asneakin’ idee be hain’t oin‘ ter remain in
good health long,” said rank Gourard the

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guide, and in spite of discipline his words
caused a laugh.

“ But, Cody, you do not intend to leave us
again?" said the general.

“Yes, sir, I must, for I am on a trail I
must follow to the end.”

“ The ma(lman's?" .

“ He is still ahead of me, sir, though I
overhauled him at this point just after dawn
this morning."

“ I know'd thur bed been a cirkiss in this
hour timber, an' thet ther animiles lied bed
a turn in ther menagerie,” put in Frank
Gourard.

“ Come, Cody, what happened?" asked an
officer of the staff.

“ 0h, a pack of red hounds jumped the
Mad Hercules, and were worrying him when
I came up.”

" \Vell?" said the general, with a quiet
smile.

“ I sailed in, general.
a wound which sent him hoofing it into the
thicket yonder, and when I got back Crazy
Grizzly and the In'uns had skipped off.”

“ Except the cad," remarked General
Carr, dryly.

“ Yes, sir, they tarried.”

“ You killed several, of course?”

“ Old Soft Head was cashing red-skin
chips pretty lively when I arrived; but
there’s my sacrifice offering to Custer's
memory,” and he pointed to the scalpless
red-skins that were lying near an open
grave, which the soldiers were digging for
them.

“ Wh did you not take the scalps of the
others, ill?" asked the adjutant.

“ Their hair did not belong to me, and the
Mad Shanghai was in too great a hurry to
play barber.”

“ And that wretch there, what aid did he
give you?” and General Carr pointed to the
prisoner, who stood with bowed head and in
silence near them.

“ He came pretty near killin me, and
would have done so, had he not a loWed his
curiosity to get the better of his judgment.

“ It may be all right for a woman to make
such a mistake, but not for a man.

“ Pray explain, Bill.”

' In a few words Buffalo Bill told of the
circumstance of his meetin with Ginger
Sam, and what followed, and i‘rank Gourard
muttered:

“ Ther Boss 0’ ther Big Horn, he calls his-
se’f, do he? ’

“ Waal, ef he hain’t ther Boss 0’ Big Liars,
set me down right now as ther father of ’em
all, even ef thar do be a high-toned gent
from Hotlsnd thet lays claim ter thet name.”

“And that there is the grave of the Sioux
warrior noted as the Flyer?”

“Yes, general, and be well nigh made me
a believer in spooks and goblins, I can tell
you,” and the scout told of his mysterious ad-
ventures with Ne-ta-Ica, and added:

“He was sent by Bill Bevins to trail me
from the Big Horn battle-field and get my
scalp, and he came very near getting it for a
tassel for the war-bonnet of the old renegade;
but I must be off, for I have work ahead of
me.

“ Press on hard, general, on the trail of
Sitting Bull, and I’ll tr ahd meet you be-
yond the Yellowstone With tidings.”

“ You do not intend to carry. out your
foolhard intention of going to the Indian
villa e, ody i”

‘ ’ve ot to keep my promise to Miss
Feather set, general,” said Bill, with a light
laugh, and he turned toward the prisoner,
fastened the end of his lsriat securely around
his waist, binding his hands behind him,
and, with a salute to the general, and a wave
of his hand in farewell, said, sternly:

“Now, Gin er Sam, gitl”

“Whar, Pa (1 Bill?"

“ To your cabin.”

The man started, shrunk back, and seemed
inclined to rebel.

“ To your cabin, sir, or stay here, and oc-
cupy that home.”

Buffalo Bill pointed at the open grave,

and with a shudder the outlaw walkedr

away, taking the trail leading down the
river, and leaving all gazing after them'with
interest, and whose thoughts Frank Gourard
echoed with the words: /

“Thet Bill Cody are playin’ some deep
game, an’ usin’ Ginger for ther seasonin’ of
it!”' I *

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CHAPTER XXVI.
A LIFE-DEBT PAID.

I WILL now return to the movements of
Buffalo Bill yrior to his return to the tim-
ber just in time to prevent the execution of
the man who deserved death for his crimes
as surely as any one ever did.

After crossing the river he readily follow-
ed the trail of the ponies kidnapped by the
Mad Hercules, and it' led into a most hilly
eountr , ere he had gone a couple of miles.

Sud enly, as he turned into a canyon, he
came upon a startling scene, and one which
required nerve and quickness to prevent
from becoming a frightful tragedy.

At bay, in a. recess of the canyon, was a
woman, her back toward the scout.

She knelt upon one knee, had a long-blad-
ed knife in her right hand, the aim being
enwrapped in a buckskin mantle.

Her left hand clutched a revolver about
the middle, for the weapon had evident]
been emptied of its charge, and it was hal -
raised, as though also to be used as a means
of defense.

Before the woman, and just rearing up for
the fatal embrace, was a large bear, and the
game he was seeking was before him.

In some way the bear had cornered the
woman in the little recess of the canyon,
cutting off all escape, and she had turned
and prepared to fight for her life.

The black hide of the hear was stained red
in several places, showing that the woman
had used her revolver to the best advantage;
but the wounds served to enrage the brute,
and the struggle would have ended quick]
for its human foe, but for the ringing crack
of a rifle that brought the brute to the
ground.

But he was not killed, and he ate gered to
his feet just as Buffalo Bill rushe in upon
him and began to empty his revolver into his
hu e body at close quarters.

everal shots were fired before the beast
succumbed, and, as he dropped dead, the
seout’s hand was grasped firmly, and he
turned to behold before him the one whose
life he had saved. _

He saw a young girl. with a skin almost as
dark as an Indian’s, a face that was hand-
some, with dark, lustrous eyes, and a wealth
of jet-black hair.

A head coronet, with feathers, sheltered
her head, and she was clad in buckskin leg-
gings, hunting-shirt, and a patch—work skirt
reachin to her knees, and made from the
skins o a score of animals.

Her small feet were incased in moccasins,
and about her slender waist was a belt, with
an ammunition-pouch, and a holster for her
revolver, and a scabbard for her knife, while
at her back was a quiver devoid of arrows,
and a broken bow lay a few paces distant.

“ Buffalo gap" f 1 n

S e uttere t e name sot , sti as in
his liand, and her face flushed with gj.f)y.p 8

“Ella Wesley! and here in the Big Horn
Mountains?” cried Buffalo Bill.

“ Yes, I am Ella Wesley, but grown from
the girl of fifteen, when you knew me, to
the woman of twenty,” she said, sadly.

“Still you are the same brave girl that
saved my life seven years ago, Ella,‘and I.
have not forgotten it; but I missed on from
the‘ settlement; and none knew w ere you
had one.”

“ o, I left secretly.”

” And why?”

“Don’t ask me, Bill,” she said, in a tone
of deep sorrow.

"‘ Poor girl, I am afraid you have had your
sorrows: but I would not be here now, if
you had not saved me that night, when the
road-agents were coming to lynch me, and I
am ever your friend.”

“You have just canceled the debt, Bill,
for in going for that old bear 1 bit off more
than I could chew,” said the irl, in a bold,
reckless way, and with a light augh. _

“Yes, he would have done the chewing,
Ella; but why did you try to bag such big
game7l$ l

“ I hunt most of the time, Bill, for I have
little else to do, and I have frequently killed
game as large; but his hide was tough. I
shot my quiver out upon him, emptied m
six-shooter into him, broke my bow over his
head, and then ran for base like a quarter
horse.

“ But I took the turn in here, and got shut
off and euchered.”

 

 

Buffalo Bill’s Grip.

15

 

 

“You are a daisy, Ella,” said Bill, with
a laugh at the girl‘s spirited recital of her ad-
venture.

“Yes, ther Boss Girl 0' the Big Horn, as
my father calls me, and that is not saying
much, as I am the only one in this region."

“Your father, Ella?”

She started, and her face flushed and paled,

‘ while she answered:
B “ Yes, my father; but don‘t give me away,

ill.”

“ I don‘t exactly see how I can."

“To be square, Bill, I'll tell you a secret,
if you‘ll keep it dark.”

“ I‘ll not betray you, Ella.”

“ Well, the old man is prowling round
about here now, so I‘ll have to be quick, and
then say cod-by; for I cannot ask you
home—Gog help the namel—as it would end
in a Kilkenny cat fight between you and the
old man ”

“ With chances in favor of the old man, I
guess, from what you say ‘2” laughed Builalo
Bill.

“Yes, for he‘s the best behind-your-baek
shot I ever saw.

“But he’s my father, Bill, and m duty is
to him, though, had I been educate , as I am
now,” and the girl laug3hed recklessly, “I'd
never have been the ig Fool of the Big
Horn that I am.”

“ But you know the family in which I was
living when you met me?”

“ Your uncle, John Logan ‘2"

“ No uncle, but John Logan all the same.

“My father had a hold on him, in some
way, and Logan and his wife took me to live
with them, and called me their niece.

“Well, one day uncle Logan, as I called
him, told me my father had sent for me, and
I went with him to a point where I met my
paternal.

“ He told me to come with him and I
came, and he brought me here to these moun-
tains, and here Ihave been ever since.”

“ It’s a nice place to hide, Ella.”

“ Tip-top, isn’t it, and that’s just what we,
or rather he. is doing. But you won’t give it
awa. , Bill?”

-“ 11a, don’t they call your father Ginger
Sam?” suddenly asked the scout.

‘” Yes, Bill, that was his nickname; but do
not speak of his being here.”

“ Do you love him ve dearly, Ella?”

“Yes, Bill, though I now his faults.

“The fact is, my poor mother loved him,
and he was good to her, and to me, when I
was a little girl.

“ One day my mother told me she feared
father was a. very bad man, for he wasnever
at home hardly, and from that time she faded
awa , and a year after died.

“ ather came to her funeral, and she was
buried at night, and by him and John Logan,
and then I went to the Logans to live.

., “He is good to me, and I fear would be
much worse if it were not for me.

“ But he is all I have in the world to love,
and if he should die, I would take my life,
for I do not care to live .”

Buffalo Bill started and turned pale, while
he seemed lost in deep thought. '

Then he said quickly: '

“Ella, I will tell you frankly that your
father is a prisoner—’

, " Oh, save him, Bill, for the love of God!”
cried the poor girl in a. frenzy.

"‘ I will do all that I can.

“Go from here to your cabin, and leave

our trail so that I can readily follow it,
should I be too late, for I will come there.”

“ If I am not, I will have your father guide
me there.” _

“He will die first, B111.”

“ No, he will do as I ask him. ,

“Now I must be off, and you'go too."

“ But I’ll skin the bear first.” 'v

“D— the bear,” cried Bill, with more
energy than politeness, as he threw himself
upon his horse, rode to the river, and swim-
ming across, struck out for the little arm
under General Carr, with the result whic
the hreader has already been made acquainted
wit .

 

CHAPTER XXV II.
GINGER sm’s BAKING DASH.

UPON leaving the temporary cam of the
soldiers with his prisoner. Buffalo Bill start-
ed down the river, as I have said. _

.‘ ~ After getting out of sight, he said: _
' “You ve got good vehicles for movmg

 

along. Ginger Sam, so keep ’em rolling live-
ly, for I am in a hurry."

The man quickened his pace without a
word. and holding on to the lariat the scout
rode behind him.

The traveling was far better than upon the
other side of the river, and they made good
time for a couple of miles.

Just what he intended to do with him Buf
falo Bill had not decided u on.

To save him he had acte wholly from im-
pulse, his heart getting the best of him, out

of a friendly regard for the unfortunate

daughter of such a man.

She had certainly saved Bill, at a time when
there would have been no hope for him, and
he had always felt toward her the greatest
gratitude.

When scouting in the vicinity of John
Logan’s cabin, after his rescue y her, he
always went to see her, and never failed to
carry her some little souvenir of his appreci-
ation for the service she had rendered him.

She was hard] more than a child then,
and it had paine him one day, when he halt-
ed at Logan‘s cabin, to have it told him that
she had mysteriously disappeared.

It was hinted to the scout b her supposed
uncle that she had fallen in ove with some
young border sport, and run off with him,
and now, years after, he found her a hunt-
ress of the Big Horn, living in the wilds with
a man whom he knew to be the vilest of the
vile.

Pityin her, he had gone back to the
comman , where he feared he might be
detained by the general, on account of his
%etermination to keep his promise to Feather

eet. -

Confident that the scout had formed some
deep plan of action in regard to his return
to the Indians, the general had made no
effort to detain him, as at first he had
threatened to do, though he disliked tosee
himldepart upon an expedition of such great
pcri . '

After gaining a point where the trail led
across the river, Bufialo Bill said: ‘

“ Cross over, Ginger!"

" What does yer want ter cross fer?” was
the surly response.

“I have my reasons, so wade in."

“ No; I don’t keer ter git wet.”

“Very well: take the back trail for the
command, and take your chances with the
platoon," said Bill, indifierently.

l The outlaw shuddered, and replied quick-

y “ I’ll cross the river."

“ Right are you. Sammy, my boy.”

Into the water they went, and once on the
other shore, where a number of cattle trails
divided, Buffalo Bill selected the one that
would lead him to the scene of hi adventure
with Ella Wesley and the bear.

“ Thet trail only goes up inter ther hills,”
said the outlaw, nervous] .

“It is into the hills I Wish to go.”

“ Ther’ hain’t nothin’ up thar yer wants.”

“ There’s where you are ofl.’ your base, Gin-
ger, for there is.”

“What does yer want?"

“ I desire that you shall take the quickest
route to your cabin.” .

“ I'll die fust," was the savage reply.

" You had better do as I ask, for I am not
one to palaver.”
“ I’ll not go a step.”
“ Then I'll lead you there," was the quiet

re 1y!

IThe outlaw saw that Buffalo Bill knew
more than he told him, and his thoughts
flashed like lightning through his brain.

His eyes fa ling upon the lariat end, held
loosely in the hand of Buffalo Bill, his eyes
suddenly leamed with some inborn resolve,
and he sai , resignedly:

" Waal, pard, as I don’t know thet~I kin
kick ag’in’ er, I’ll do as you say.”

"Right, ammy.

“ Now move on!"

The outlaw obeyed, taking the trail once
more with nimble step.

As it wound along the edge of a ravine,
through the bed of which dashed a stream,
the outlaw suddenly sprung over the preci-
pice into the depths below. ‘

Buffalo Bill caught hard at the end of the
lariat, as it tightened, but could not hold on,
and the end slipped through his hand, and a
plunge following, told him {that his captive
had allen into the waters below. ‘ r

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CHAPTER XXVIII.
nnouon'r rro creams.

GINGER SAM. the outlaw, or, as he pre~
ferred to call himself, having no one to dis!

ute the title With him, the “Boss of the

ig Ilorn,” knew exactly what he was de-
ing when he took the seemingly fatal leap
over the precipice.

He knew the hills and valleys, the trails
and canyons, as he did his own cabin home,
and seeing that Buffalo Bill held the end of
the lariat only, with which he was bound,
and that it was not made fast to the saddle-
horn, or around the seout’s waist, the idea
struck him to attempt a bold escape.

He knew the exact point, as the trail led
along the edge ‘of the cliff. where he should
jump over, and watching his chance he did
so, as the reader has seen.

It was not in the strength of man to
check his descent b the hold upon the
lariat, which Buffalo Bill had, and could he
have done so, the weight of the man. pulling
suddenly upon him, would either have drag-
ged him from his saddle, or drawn his horse
over the edge of the precipice.

This Buffalo Bill saw in the twinkling of
an eye, and nearly let go of the lasso.

His first thought was, of course, that Gin-
ger Sam had attempted suicide and had suc-
ceeded.

But, hardly had the splash of the descend.
ing form reached his ears, when he was on
foot and peering over the precipice.

He saw that the water was swift-flowin
and deep, and that the stream wound out o
sight a few rods below by turning a rocky

oint. A

Instantly he decided upon his course, and
cast aside. his arms and outer clothing.

“Wait here, Red-skin, and kick the head
off of anybody you see tryin to steal my‘
clothes and arms,”he cried to his horse, and '
at once he took the leap. ‘ i

It was thirty feet down to the water, but
he struck feet foremost, and without injury.

In the mean time, a perfect swimmer,
Ginger Sam knew just what was before him,
filthlgugh his arms were bound behind his

so .

Keeping under water until he had rounded
the point, which the current and his own
efforts soon enabled him to do, he then rose
to the surface and began to make for the
shore.

It was hard work, with only his feet to aid
his efforts, and retarded as he was b
his clothing and the lariat; but he made t
at last, an under the shelter of the over-
hanging hill had just sat down to rest, smil-
ing grimly at his escape, when round the
poxnt shot Buffalo Bill swimming with tre-
mendous strokes. ‘

The hunted man uttered a cry of alarm,
and springing to his feet, darted away at
great spec .

But the scout had always been noted for.
his fleetness on foot and be bounded along at
a pace that overhauled the outlaw, who was
hampered too by his bound arms and the
dragging lariat. "

Seeing that Buffalo Bill was gaining upon '
inimfihe finally came to a halt, and sung out
usti : ‘ '

“ lywilts, Pard Bill.

“Don't shoot me!" , /

“ I have nothing to shoot you with, Sam-
my, but I've a notion to ‘drown you,” and"
swered Bill, as he laid no light hand upon ,
the other’s shoulder. a

“ Don‘t do it, Bill, for ’twan’t no fault o’ . '

mine. - '

“Yer see my foot slipped when I 
you, an’ when 1"“
found myself free, I concluded I’d try an‘ , xJ. .

ed round ter speak ter

stay so.”

“As a scientific liar, Ginger Sam, yon Maul  '
on play horse, and I’ll. A ~

’way up; but come;
drive you back to t e top of the cliff our
which you accidentally fell.  .
“Come, no funny business, but 01" ,
There was nothing for the out aw to (10'
but to obey, and he did that promptly, taking

a route that soon brought them to where the ‘9'
faithful horse was standing guard mostg .

patiently in the spot where his master had .
eft him. (

‘ ‘ Who’d ’a’ thought ye’d have amped over
that precipice arter me?” said 1

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'n at Sam. ‘ "a
glancing at the place he had leaped rom. . 'v
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reply?
“ on is a ror‘in’ terror, Buf’ler Bill,” said
t e outlaw, admiringly.

ithout heeding the compliment, the scout
remarked:

“ You see, Ginger Sam, it would never
have done for me to have lost you, after I
went to the command to release you.

“ If I had, there are those who might not
have thought I did my duty.”

_ " Who is them?”

"Never mind, Ginger; but just march
ahead once more.

“ And see hercl"

The outlaw watched the scout attentively
as he'mounted his horse and saw him tie
the lariat end around the trigger of the re-
)volver.

Now you see, Ginger, I 'ust cock this wea-
pon and keep it pointed a you.

“ Should you slip over another precipice,
or start to run, you will pull on this trigger
and the result will be that you will shoot
yourself.

“ Now strike the trail for your shanty, and
get there as soon as possiblel"

The outlaw knew that he dared not trifle.
and. for fear that he might stumble and
pull the trigger of the revolver, he moved off
as tenderly as though he was stepping with
bare feet upon broken glass, and made the
remark:

“ I hopes thet critter o’ yourn hain’t skit-
tish, fer of he jumps, I are a goner, from
ther way thet weepin is p‘inted.”

“You certainly are, Ginger, so I ad-
vise you to end the miser as soon as you
icon, by striking your cabin,” was the cool
reply.

 

CHAPTER XXIX.
I s QUEER noos'r.

As if he realized that there was no help for
it, Ginger Sam went moodily upon his way,
and after traversing a couple of miles, which
led through a. wild and picturesque country,
he halted suddenly and faced his captor.

‘ “ Buf’ler Bill,” he said, earnestly. “ I
doesn’t know why ’twas yer saved my life

I. ’ tor-day, but I does know er to be a squar’

-« man, an’ I axes of you a avor.”
I “What is it, Ginger Sam?"

“I are in yer power, an’ helpless as a
child, as yer knOWs. -

“ You is ther one ter make terms with me,

: and I has ter submitr but I does ax thet yer
don‘t lead no man ter my cabin, an’ don’t tell
no man what yer sees ther. ‘

“ Will 5” promise me this, But’ler Bill?"
, “Yes, in or Sam, if you wish it," was
the frank rep y.

"Goodl now thet I hes yer word, jist
come along; but what we go yer horse can’t
come.”

, F' He’ can 0 almost where I can, Ginger.”

“ Kin he c imb a tree?"

“Not exactly; but I have ridden him
across a stream on a tree that had fallen
across it.” ‘

“I bilievo yer, for he looks tor hev ther
grit you has got.

, " ut he will hev ter remain below this
, '_ time, Bill, tho’ that are good ’commodations
fer him, sich as grass an’ water, where We

, leaves him.”

Bill made no reply, and silently followed
. the outlaw down a. narrow ravine.

It led into a. small valley, to whieh'it
seemed the only egress and ingress, and the
op osite side of which was sheltered by the
bold, precipitous side of a lofty hill, almost

'V. ‘ rearing itself into the magnitude of a moun-

tail)»
At the base of this bluff grew a number of
. large-bodied, lofty trees, andto one of these
i the outlaw went. ' ‘
“Now stake yer animile out in this heur

‘ V ‘ _ vaile , Bill Cody, an’ he‘ll git boss feedin’.”

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“ on are right, Ginger, and plenty to
I drink too. .
 “Now where is dyour perch?”
 "‘gp, that,” an the outlaw pointed up-
NHYon’ll never make it, Ginger.”
“ Yes, I will.”
“ Not with the sins on your shoulders.
“No, no; your road will be down when
on die. ”
“ Iain’t a-talkin’ about heaven, Bill.”
' Glob!”
“Ner‘y, fer I hain’t no preacher; but I say

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my lay-out are up that, an’ 1 mean son ther The outlaw was evidently thwarted in his
top 0’ thet hill.” little plot; but he said nothing, but hooked
“How’ll you make it?"  the ends of the rope ladder over the two stout
“ Up this hour/tree—see?“ i pegs, driven into the tree, and then passed
He stepped to one of the trees that Was , one of the lines up over a branch, so that
hollow, with an opening large enough to ad-  they could be unhooked by it, after the peril-
mit a man, and reaching his hand up in the ous trip to the bluff had been made.
darkness caught hold of something. i Venturing upon the rope-ladder, Bill in-
" Feel this, Bill.” I stantly followed, and the two mounted to-

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“No, it ar’ a rope ladder.”

“I see.”

“ It runs up inter the tree nigh to ther
top."

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‘ ‘ It do for sar’tin, so you jis’ untie my arms
and then go up first.”

“ 1’11 untie your arms, but you go up first,
Sammy,” and the outlaw saw that Buffalo
Bill doubted him.

Unfastening the lariat that Bound him,
Buffalo Bill set Ginger Sam free, and the out-
law at once drew himself up into the dark-
ness of the tree.

Closely the scout followed him, and, as
the rope-ladder was suspended fairly in
the center, there was little difficulty in going

up. ,
At last, as no light appeared ahead Bill .

called out:

“ Say, old Ginger Ale, does this flue go on
to heaven ‘2”

“ We’ll be thar in a minute.”

“ Where?”

“ Ter daylight, at ther hole in ther tree."

The words of the outlaw proved true, for
he soon stepped out of a hole in the tree up-
on a limb, and sat there.

It was along, long way back to the ground,
but the outlaw seemed utterly unmoved by
being at such a hi ht.

The top of the c ifi was yet some forty feet
above them, and off from it the tree stood
half that distance.

The scout saw two stout strings goin
off from the tree over the edge of the cli ,
andl hold of these Ginger Sam took, while he
sal :
“ er see these heur strings can’t be seen
from below, but they is fastened to each end
0’ a rope-ladder.

“ See, I ulls this one, an’ it brin sone end
0' ther lad er over to ther tree, an makes it
fast to this limb.

“ When I pulls ther other string, it drags
thet ladder back out o’ sight.

“ Hain’t thet prime?"

“ It is indeed; but is this the only way you
have of getting to your roost?”

“ It are. "

“ Then how did you first get there, when
you had no ladder?‘

“ Does yer see thet stump growin’ close in
under ther bind?" and the man pointed down
from his dizzy hight.

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“ Waal, thar growed ther boss tree of ’em
all, ,an‘ its limbs went up over ther edge of
ther bluff.

“ I jist made me suthin’ ter fasten ter in
feet, ter ive me a hold with, an’ one day
clum up cut, an’ found ther place I wanted
ter occupy.

“Then froze to this holler tree, got my
rope-ladders in workin’ order, an’ burnt
t’other tree down.

“ Does yer see?”

“ I do.’

“ Waal, how is yer head on ther dizzy?”

“ It is solid." ‘

“ It don’t swim?”

“ Only in the water.”

“ Then foller me, arter you see me reach
ther blufi by this hour rope.” I

“ No, if it is just the same to you I’ll go
with you.”

“ Ther rope-ladder might break.”

“Yes, and it might break with me on it
alone.

“ No, I’m too high up to try experiments,
Sammy."

“ Does yer think I’d cut it loose?"

" I do.” 2

“ Waal, was], to think I’d take such a’ on-
mean advanta e.” ‘

“ No, l’dt c a tumble, that is all, and if
we go over to the bluff, it's got to be united
we crawl, divided we fall.”

"‘ Waal, I’ll risk it.” , ,

“I would if I was on, for that rope
\will hold my horse, if it is made firm at each
end.” ‘ l ,

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Once upon the blqu the outlaw unhooked
the ladder from the tree, and drew it back
with the aid of the lines, while he said:

“Now not a Injun's eye kin see them lines
from below.”

In the mean time Buffalo Bill glanced
around him.

He saw that they stood upon a plateau of
a lofty hill, with precipitous sides upon ev-v
ery hand and the way they had come to it was
about the only way that it could be reached.

There was a Windlass with a long rope
and wicker—work box attached, back from the
bluff, evidently used in drawing up game
from below. ‘

The plateau was a couple of acres in size,
and mostly covered with dwarf trees growing
in thickets.

Within one of these stood a cabin, well
built, and evidently comfortable within,
from its appearance without.

A spring bubbled up from the rocks in one
place, and found its way down over the cliff
at another point, and the view from the pla~
teau upon every hand was superb.

“ Well, Ginger, you live ’way up,” said
Buffalo Bill, glancing around him with the
dee est interest.

he outlaw made no reply, but led the way
to the cabin. .

It was unoccupied.

It had two rooms, and the furniture was
evidently the handiwork of the outlaw, such
as it was, for it consisted of a table, two
chairs, and a bed in, one room, the clothing
of the latter being blankets and bear-skins.

The other room had simply a bed in it and
a chair, yet was neat in appearance. and the

walls were hung with the skins of various

wild beasts, while an immense buffalo-robe
served as a carpet for the floor, of which it
covered nearl all of the space.

“ Waal, Bi 1, hour yer is at my home, an'
yer is Welcome.

“Jist ’seuse me a minute, while I see of
that hain’t suthin’ ter eat about heur, fer I
are a leetle hungry"

“ And so am , Ginger; but who occu-
pies that other room?”

" That were my son’s room; but he got kill;
one day.”

“ Ah! but hold on, and I’ll search the lar-
der with you, for. Ginger, ‘I feel too fond an
attachment for you to let you get out o’ my
sig t." ,

“ Yer doesn’t think I c’u’d escape, does
yer?” sullenl asked the man.

" No, but might, you know."
“ You?"
“ Yes; a n might go off, you know, and

where won] I be?"
“ You still doubts me, Bill.”

" I do; but see, your ladder is moving." , ‘

The man starte turned pale, and then
said, bluntly:

“ Bill, I hes told you a lie."

“ You never told aught else, Sammy.”

“ I told yer my son bed that room; but it
are my darter’s room,_ an' she are a-comin’
now. .

“ Now yer knows my secret.”

“ Yes, and knew it before, you old sinner,"
was the cool reply.

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CHAPTER XXX.
rm: ranscnmnons snow.

“ YER know’d itl er know’d itl that I
had a darter?" yelle the outlaw, almost
fierce] ,-as he heard the words of the scout.

“ ait and see if .your daughter does not
know me,” was the calm reply.

The outlaw did wait, savage in expression,
and trembling, while his eyes were fixed upon
the edge of the hind, which the rope-ladder
had been drawn over until it became taut.

The scout waited too. and soon there ap-

- peared over the bluff the handsome face of

Ella Wesley. r
Seeing her father first, she gave a cry of
joy, as she sprung upon the rock and rante-

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ward him, and then beholding the scout, who
stood half-concealed in the doorway of the
cabin, she cried:

“Father, you are free, and I owe it to you,
Buffalo Bill.”

“ Ha! you does know this man, Ella?"
cried the old villain.

“ 1 should think so,” she answered, look-

, ing from one to the other.

“And you know her?"

“I should remark, for she saved my life
years ago, Ginger Sam.”

“And he saved mine to-day, and your
life too, father, for I saw the soldiers go by

the Eagle’s Nest and neither you nor Bill.

being with them, I came home.”

“ Waal, waal!"

“You seem all broke up, old man," said
Buffalo Bill.

“ I am.”

“Is it such a remarkable thing for us to
know each other, father?" asked the girl.

“ No, only you didn’t speak 0’ knowin’
him, and now I guesses I onderstands who

er meant when yer told me yer kinder

lanker’d arter a han’some scout, an’—”

“ Father! father!" cried the girl.

“Well, Sam, I did not know until to-day
that Ella Wesley was your daughter, and
you owe it to her that you are alive now, for

set you free for her sake only, and I came
here with you to make you give me your
pledge never to tur‘n your weapons against
your own race again except in self-defense.

“ Your word 1 consider worthless, but your
daughter shall keep watch on you, and if you
do war upon your own people, who may
happen to come into these hills her duty will
be to send me word, for without her pledge
to do so I will not leave you here, but carry
you back to General Carr, and ask him to
hang instead of shoot you.

“ Do you hear?"

” I does,” was the sullen reply.

“ And you accept my terms?”

“ I does.”

“ And you. Ella, will swear not to defend
vour father, butrfrankly send me word to

1 Fort Fetterman if he breaks his pled e?”

“I will, Bill, for I am glad that e will
have a restraint upon him.

“ 1 have lived in these wilds with you,
father, because I loved you, and not a mur-
mur have you heard from me.

“ l have overlooked your crimes because I
knew you were hiding to save your life; but
I will do so no lon er.

“ If you remain ere, I will stay with you;
but if you kill white men who rove through
these mountains wantonly, for fear they may
betray your presence here, I will do as l
pledve myself to Bill Cody to do."

“ o and give it away whar I am, I
s’pose?" -

“Yes, father, that is just what I’ll do,”
was the firm response.

“And then, old man, if I get my grip “on
you, not even your daughter can shake it
OE, and up you go to a tree.”

“ I’ll not tarn my rifle on human bein’
ag’in. Bill, unless it be a Injun as wants ter
scalp me.” '

" See that you do not.

“ Now I must be ad, for I have a trail to
find before dar .”

“No, Bill, ate and have some dinner
first,” said Ella Wyeslely, earnest] .

“ Yas, Bill, forgit are as ha as I be, an’
stay an’ eat su’thin' with us,“ urged the out-
law, in a tone of humiliation.

Bufialo Bill readily yielded, and the girl
set about preparing a repast of the best the
cabin could afford, and as Ginger Sam was
a good provider, sendin I by the Indians
twrce a. year to buy provrsrons from the sut-
iers, there was a chance of a very good
meal.

lnterested in glancing about the strange
abode, Buflalo Bill strode here and there,
while waiting for dinner, and no longer look-
ing upon Ginger Sam as dangerous, paid lit-
tle attention to him.

At last dinner was ready, and it was with
real relish the scout sat down to enjoy the
meal, and again and again complimented the
young girluponher skill as housekeeper and
cook.

Ella ate, however, with little appetite,
and her father with far less, and it was left

.to their guest to do justice to the dinner.

The young girl seemed sad and absent-
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and Ginger Sam was certainly in a humor '
that was by no means agreeable. i

At last he said: .-

“ I tell yer, Bill, I hes lied sieh a turn tcr- l
day, I’m all upset, so you an’ the gal talk
tergether, while I takes a look outside.”

He left the cabin, and neither Buflnlo Bill
or his daughter caught the look of fiendish
hatred upon his evil face.

Had the scout done so, he would never
have allowed him out of reach of his good
right arm.

Once outside of the cabin, and Ginger
Sam’s eyes became fixed upon an object that
stood upon one side of the door.

It was the Winchester riile which Buffalo
Bill seldom allowed three feet from him.

His belt of arms he had on, but his rifle he
had left there when he went in to dinner, feel-
ing no longer dread of treachery upon the
part of the outlaw.

But he knew not how black was the vil-
lain’s heart who had asked him to sit at his
table with him.

Seizing the weapon he strode around the
cabin until he came to a window which he
knew Buffalo Bill sat with his back to.

Glancing in cautiously, he saw that he
was unobserved, and carefully he‘ examined
the weapon to get the working of it, for he
had never seen a rifle like it before.

Apparently satisfied at last, he again
stepped to the window, gently placed the
muzzle inside, and ran his eye along the
sights.

With lon and cool deliberation he took
aim, muttering to himself:

“ Now, Buf’ler Bill, ther secret o’ my den
won’t be known to any man, fer I stops
your.tongue right heur, an’ with yer own
weeprn.”

His finger then touched the trigger and the
sharp explosion of the rifle followed.

CHAPTER XXXI.
«run SHOT AVENGED.

THE cool deliberation with which Ginger
Sam took aim to destroy a human life proved
how deep-rooted in his heart was a love of
crime.

Bufl’alo Bill had forced him to lead him to
his home, and he was determined that he
should never live to tell the secret he had
thus discovered.

With no honor himself, or the shadow of
it, he could not believe that the scout would
kelep h‘sdpledge not to betray him.

e he saved his neck for years by hiding
like a hunted wolf in the Wilds of the Big
Horn, and did not intend that any stranger
knowing his secret should live.

It mattered not to him that Buffalo Bill
had that day saved the life of his daughter,
whom he loved as the wild beast loves its
young.

It was nothing to him that the scout had
that day saved him from death at the hands
of a platoon of soldiers, for he had no grati-
tude, and all men were his foes.

Hence he made up his mind that the scout
should die.

The window in the rear of the cabin was
quite high from the ground, so that he had
to stand on tiptoe to get a good aim.

His target was the ve center of the large-
brimmed sombrero whic 1 Buffalo Bill wore,
and which, from long habit, he had not cast
aside when entering the cabin.

To shoot him through the heart Ginger
Sam feared would not be sure death, and
that with the powerful physique he pos-
sessed Butfalo Bill might, though fatally
wounded, yet rush upon him and kill him.

A bullet through the head was certain
work, and therefore straight at the head he
aimed, or rather at the center'of the som-
brero.

With the shot there was a fall within, and
the outlaw gave a yell of delight, and rushed
around the cabin to view his victim, and also
to make his peace with his daughter.

To his horror he ran straight into the arms
of Buffalo Bill, with bare head and pallid
face, just coming, out of the cabin, revolver
in hand.

He was too near to use the rifle, and the
scout seemed not inclined to use his revol-
ver, for, seizing the Winchest r with a grip
of iron, he wrenched it from t e outlaw, and
then grasped him with a power he found it
im ossihle to shake 011.

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seize the weapons of Buflalo Bill; to use
them, for he was held in a grip he could not
shake off, and which seemed as sure as death.

“ Treachcroils fiend, come into your cabin,
and behold your cowardly work!" cried Buf-
falo Bill, in a voice that rung like a trumpet.

‘To the cabin door he dragged the cower-
ing, dreading wretch, and held his face upon
the scene within.

It was enough to melt the m0st adaman-
tixe heart.

There, upon the floor, having fallen out of
the chair occupied at the table by Bnflalo
Bill, lay Ella Wesley.

Upon her head was the huge sombrero of
the scout, and that she was dead, no one who
had ever seen death, and gazing upon her
could doubt.

“ There, you incarnate devil, is the one
you killed.

“ When I arose from the table, she play- ,

fully took my hat and placed it upon her
head, at the same time taking in seat.

“ Behold the result! She received the bul-
let intended i‘or me, and you are your daugh-
ter’s murderer.”

“Oh, God!” gasped the villain, in agon .

“Of all your crimes,” continued Buffs 0
Bill. in the same stern, almost fierce tones,
“this crime is the blackcst, and for it you
shall suffer the worst punishment."

“Mercy! Oh, mercy! Bill, I did not mean
ter kill her. ‘ f

“Let me go, that I may kneel by her and
ask her to forgive me!”

“ She is dead, man, and can never forgive;
but you shall follow her out of life, and quick
too, I promise 'ou.” .

“Mercy, Bil , for I hain’t fit ter die!"

“ That is your misfortune and not my
fault. 7

“Come, you must die.”

“Don’t kill me, Bill! don’t kill me!” and

the wretch grovcled in the dirt at the scout’s
feet. '

" I don't intend to kill 'ou, vile as you are,
in cold blood, as I have 1 re power to do, but.
I intent that you shall meet me, knife to
knife, in astruggle that can end only in your
death or mine.’ .

The proposal was by no means an unfair
one, as far as the two men were concerned,
for Gin er Sam was fully as large as Buffalo
Bill, an he was a man of iron muscles and
great powers of endurance.

But he did not take to the proposition
kindly, for he said:

It  I am no match for you, and you knows
1 .

" Bah! I remember that it was once ur
boast that you were the worst hand wit the ,
knife upon the border.” ..

“I were a young man, then, Bill. ” |

“You are only about forty-five now, an
in your prime.

"Come! you have that chance for your
life, for I have no time now to take you to
General Carr to execute.” '

“Bill, let me see my little girl, for I did ,

loge her, and then you can do with me as you
1 e.’

The man’s tone of voice and whole man- '
ner suddenly chan ed, and instinctively
Buflalo Bill released fiis grip upon him, and
with bowed head he stepped into the cabin
and then dropped down upon his kneesby
the side of the cad girl.

“ Ellie! Ellie! Speak to me!"

He spoke the words in pitiful accents, and
then said in a tone that touched the scout
deeply: ‘ . . ~

“ I brought (you away here, Ellie, to in the
end have you ie by my hand.

“ Oh, God! I cannot stand thit"

He fairly shrieked the last words, and I I

springing to his feet, desired by Buffalo Bill,

who in vain tried to stop him, tearing his“ ' . ,
hunting-shirt of! his back in the efiort to do 7 , f i , 3'

so.

With the speed of a deer, his face covered
with his hands, the conscience-stricken
wretch ran straight toward the clifl. and.’

spell-bound, the scout stood gazing after: ‘

him. I ,

With a cry that seemed like a prayer.‘ he ‘
took the fatal leap off into mid-air, and shot
down out of sight.

Back to the ears of Bufialo Bill came the , r
sickening thud as the'body struck the ground

far below. and for a moment he stood almost ‘
unnerved. , ,
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by a mighty effort, and losing no time, at
once began to dig a grave near the cabin.

The earth was soft there, and with the im-
plements found in the cabin the melancholy
work was soon accomplished.

Then, wrapped in the huge butfalo~robe
taken from the floor of her own little room,
the poor girl was placed in her last resting-
place, an with a sad heart the scout left the
spot, descending to the valley below by the
same perilous means he had used in ascend-
mg.

1 hasty grave was then dug for the shat-
tered remains of the dead outlaw; and mount-
ing his horse, Buffalo Bill rode gladly away
from the spot just as the sun was sinking
below the horizon.

A rapid gallop of fifteen minutes brought
him to the spot where he had left oil? follow
ing the trail of the Mad Hercules, and there
he camped for the night, feeling more utter-
ly lonely than he had ever before in his
adventurous life.

CHAPTER XXXII.
BULLDOZING RED-SKINS.

IT was just light enough for Buffalo Bill
to see the trail left by the Iliad Hercules and
his kidnapped herd of ponies, when he start-
ed upon his way, and he pressed on rapidly,
for he knew that his enemy had a long start
of him.

Keeping Red-skin at a. gentle lope, the
scout followed the trail for several hours be-
fore stopping to take his breakfast, and then
he halted only long enough to give his horse
the necessary rest.

Flanking the scene where Custer’s fatal
battle had been fought, the trail of the mad-
man had led toward the Rosebud, and the
scout felt certain that he was making for his
old range north of the Yellowstone, where
he had been frequently seen by hunters and
trappers.

From the signs he had to judge by, Buffa-
lo Bill, knew that he was gaining upon the
madman rapidly.

He seemed not to understand driving po-
nies, and the scout could see where the had
wandered off here and there, and evi ently
given their crazy herder much trouble.

As the trail still bore in the direction
which he knew Sitting Bull must have tak-
en, Butfalo Bill was the more willing to fol-
low it, as he wished to settle affairs With the
Mad Hercules before going on to the Indian
village.

One afternoon, when near the Yellow-
stone, he suddenly came upon the body of a
dead man. -

It was dressed in buckskin, and the scout
recognized it as the body of a half-breed
friendly Indian, a Pawnee, whom he had fre-
quently seen at the border forts, and knew
was faithful tolthe whites.

He had a bullet wound in his head, was
scalped, and yet had not been robbed of his
arms. or a sealed envelope, which Buffalo
13;]! took from an inner pocket in his hunting-
5 irt.

The envelope remained as it had been
'ven to the Indian courier, and was ad-
ressed simply:

“ To A UNITED STATES ARMY OFFICER.”

Without hesitation, as a Government
Scout, Buffalo Bill tore open the envelope
and read, written in a bold hand:

" I am, with fifteen cavalrymeu. one white and one
Indian scout, corraled on the Yellowstone, three
miles below the mouth of the Rosebud by a large
force of Indians 8. part of Sitting Bull’s band.

“Wears well, fortified, but have provisions and
ammunition to last us only a few days longer.so I beg
aid from any officer of the army whom these lines
ma

y reac .
“ he Indians in our front nfimber :bout two hun-
v “ Guilt. l7. s. A."

The date on this communication was only
the day before, and Buffalo Bill at once de-
cided upon the course he should pursue.

To go back to search for any command he
might find upon Sitting Bull’s trail would,
perhaps, occupy some time, while if he went
straight to the mouth of the Rosebud he

” ' might in some way be able to effect the res-

cue of Captain Burr and his men.
“ The killing of this half-breed is the work

'of the Mad Hercules, that is certain,” said

Bill to himself.
“3 But I must drop him to look after the
captain.”
Instantly he struck for the mouth of the

 

Rosebud by the nearest course, and arriving
in the vicinity after nightfall, he at once
sought a safe hiding-place for Red-skin, and
set out on foot to reconnoiter.

It did not take him long to find out Cap-
tain Burr’s little fort, which had been selected
at a point that was a natural fortification, and
which Bill remembered to have passed on
several other occasions when hunting and
scouting in that region.

Creeping as close to the Indian lines as he
dared, he soon discovered that the had thin-
ned out their force considerably, caving on-
ly about fifty warriors to keep watch over
the little party they felt so confident of starv-
in out at a very early day.

aving discovered the true situation of
affairs, Buffalo Bill set out to find where the
Indians placed their ponies.

To his delight he found them in a little
vale, and the closest search showed him
but two guards over them, as the red-
skins were not expecting any foes in that vi-
einity.

Having made this discovery, Buffalo Bill
went back to where he had left his horse, and
with the aid of the war-bonnet of Yellow
Hand, whom he had killed, and other Indian
paraphernalia, it did not take him long to rig
out in a costume that made him, in the dark-
ness, 100k a red-skin of the deepest dye.

Boldly then he rode toward the corral of
ponies, and only drew rein when called to by
one of the guards.

His knowledge of the Sioux tongue gave
him an advantage, and he instantly answer-
ed the guard that he was the Cheyenne chief,
geilow Hand, the ally and friend of Sitting

u .

“ Let my Sioux brothers mount their po-
nies and fly, for the pale-face soldiers come
in the dark upon them, and they are as many
as the leaves upon the trees.

” Quick! for the pale-faces have slain the
warriors of the Yellow hand, and he flies
alone to the villages of the Sioux.

In loud, earnest tones Buffalo Bill spoke,
and having delivered the warning, he dashed
away, leaving the two guards almost wild
with fri ht. V

Quick y there came the note of alarm, and
every brave sprung to his feet, and listened
to their hastily-told stor .

All knew the Yellow IYIand, the Cheyenne
chief, and that his warning would not be idly
given.

” Where went the Yellow Hand?” quickly
asked the Sioux chief in command.

“ Toward the north, on the trail of our
peofple,” was the answer of the brave to whom
Bu alo Bill had spoken.

The red-skins were loth to give up the
scalps within the little fort, and were about
to discuss the possibility of . taking the forti-
flcation by one gallant charge, when afar off
was heard a loud, ringing voice, giving
stern orders, as though to men going into
battle.

Some there knew enough English to un-
derstand the words:

“Forward. men!

“ Steady along the line!”

This was enough for the Indians, and with
wonderful alacrity they threw themselves
upon their ponies and rode away like phan-
toms in the darkness.

Hardly had they disappeared from the
position they had been besieging, when in
their rear, some distance 011’, came shot after
shot, fired in quick succession, stern orders,
and the tramping of hoofs, with now and
then a ringing war-cry.

With mad speed the frightened red-skins
kept on, believing that an army was at their
heels, following hot on their trail to avenge
the Custer massacre, while the little garrison
were on the alert, and feeling that help
had come, made the timber echo with their
cheers. -

Then up to the fortification dashed a single
horseman, and his words were.

“ Ho, Captain Burr, be up and stirring,
for there is no time to lose!”

“ Hello! I should know that voice.

“ Is that you, Cody?" came in manly tones
in re ly.‘

“ y, ay, sir,” answered the scout.

“ Boys, it’s Buffalo Bill.

” Give him three rousing cheers!” cried
Captain Burr. '

And with good will they were given; but
the scout called out: I ,

 

“Mount your horses and away, captain,
for you have no time to lose, for those red
devrls may be back upon you.”

" But where is your force, and who are
they, Cody?” asked Captain Burr, as he-
came forward to where Buffalo Bill sat upon
his horse, having taking off his Indian tog-

er .
“yl’m all, sir,” was the calm reply.

“Nonsense! who is with you?"

“My horse and myself, Captain Burr.”

” But who was that yelling, giving orders,
and firing?"

“ I did it all, sir, yelled, commanded
imaginary soldiers, and emptied my repeat-
ing rifle a few times.

“Fact, captain, for I found your courier
dead, read your dispatch, and came on with
a kind of an idea that my usual good luck
would help me get you out.

“But if you don’t get out of this, those
reds will be back upon you."

“ I'll do it, Cody, God bless you,” said the
captain, fervently.

“ Where are your horses?"

“ In our little fort.” ’

“And Well rested,- so let them go hard,
and strike for the Big Horn, and you’ll run
upon some of the columns.”

“But you, Cody?"

“ I’m going on a visit to Sitting Bull.”

“ Are you mad?"

“ Perfectly sane, captain; but your men
are ready, so let us move out of this, and I’ll
go a short distance with you; but how came
you cut off ’way up here?”

"Went scouting. got chased by a large
force and headed off, and had to make the
best of it here, and a good little fort we had
too.”

“ Your holding it so well proves that, as
well as your own valor, captain; but who is
your guide?”

“ Tom Sun, and he has saved us.”

“Then you need no aid from me, with
Tom Sun along.”

“ Strike for the Big Horn, and don't tarry
if you kill your horses.

“ Good-night. ”

“Cody! 0, Bill, what ails you?” cried
out the captain, as Buffalo Bill, with his last
word, put spurs to his horse and suddenly
dasheg away in the darkness, ere the little
band of heroes had all gathered around their
dashing young commander. who muttered,
as he rode off, followed by his men:

“ That was Bufialo Bill. I‘ll swear; but
what in heaven’s name ails him, I wonder?”

“It was Bill, cap’n, for I heard his voice,
though I didn’t get up to speak to him before
he was gone.

“ And he’s stampeded the whole gang of
reds, and let us out of jail, so my a vice is
to scatter for safer quarters,” said the guide,
Tom Sun, riding forward and joining his
commander.

“Your advice is good, Tom, so head for
the Big Horn.

“Forward!” and the little band started of
at a rapid gallop, happy in being released
from what had threatened to be their tomb.

 

CHAPTER XXXIII.
A GHOST-HAUNTED museums.

AFTER leaving Captain Burr so abruptly,
Buffalo Bill rode rapidly on, following the
course taken by the stampeded and thorough-
ly bulldozed red~skins.

He had perfect confidence in the speed and
bottom of Red-skin to carry him away from
any danger where fleetness and endurance
were needed, and he also felt assured that he
coulld‘ extricate himself from any ordinary
peri .

Having started the Indians on the run, he
was not certain but that they would soon
discover the cheat, and return after the cap-
tain and his men. /

True, his having played Yellow Hand so
successfully aided him greatly, for the'In-
dians could only expect from that chief adv
vice well intended, and that there certainly
were foes outside of the little fort, and mov~
ing upon them, he had every reason to feel
that they would believe.

But, to still aid the captain’s escape, he

had suddenly darted away, as his keen hear--

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Believing that it was the red-skins com-
ing back, he had ridden straight toward
them, intending to meet their advance by
empt ing his Winchester upon them, whic
he fe t would check them for awhile, and
once Captain Burr got out of hearing, he
knew in the darkness they would be unable
to follow his trail, and that by morning he
would be too far off for them to attempt to
follow.

After riding a short distance, Buffalo Bill
drew rein and listened.

He still heard the clatter of hoofs, but
now discovered that the sound was not be-
fore him, but off upon his right.

“it is some band of red-skins following
after Sitting Bull,” muttered the scout.

Still listening, he again said, as his prac-
ticed ear detected the number:

“There are not more than a dozen of
them, and as I know about the course they
are taking, I’ll head them off and have a
look at them.

“Come, Red-skin, you must work to-
night.” ‘

Away bounded the horse, and after a gal-
lop of half a mile Buffalo Bill wheeled into
the edge of a clump of timber, which bor-
dered a small prairie.

Hardly had he done so, when through the

gloom a number of moving objects dashed.

into sight.

They were coming along near the edge of
the timber that concealed the scout, and his
eyes soon discovered the fact that they were
ponies without riders.

Their gait Wasatired gallop, and they were
huddled close together.

Nearer and nearer they came to the spot
where Buffalo Bill was concealed, and eye
ing them closely, he soon detected that one
of the animals bore a rider.

The way they headed, if nothing changed
their course; he knew would bring the little
herd within thirty feet of him, and still gaz-
ing at the single human being visible with
them, Buffalo Bill cried suddenly, in sup-

‘ pressed tones of excitement:

“ Ike Mad Hercules, as I live!”

Hardly had the words left the lips of the
scout, before he had his lasso—in hand and
whirling it ready to throw.

The next instant the mustang bearing the
huge madman was within easy reach, and
out from the shadow of the timber shot the
coil, and. expertly thrown, settled down over
the shoulders of the Mad Hercules.

The start and wild you he gave, caused the
pony he rode to give a. wild bound of fright,
and the Mad Hercules was dragged from his
back, and fell heavily to the ground.

Ere he could rise to his feet Buffalo Bill
was bending over him, a revolver at his head,
while he hissed forth:

" Resist and you die!"

" I will not resist, Sir Ghost,” was the low
reply, in a deep, tremulous voice, and the
madman lay motionless.

“Sir Ghost! a healthy-looking ghost am
I!” muttered Buffalo Bill.

But seeing the immense power of the man,
should he choose to exert it. and not wishing
to kill him, but to find out all he could about
him, he humored the idea, and answered in
deep, sepulohral tones:

“ See that you obey me then, in all
things.”

“ 0h, gladly, Sir Ghost!"was the response,
in the same low tone.

“ Arise and follow me!"

The giant obeyed most humbly.

“ Now, why have you run from me as you
have?"

The madman was silent, and Buffalo Bill
muttered to himself: .

“I must play this ghost busrness heavy
while it is dark, for when the daylight comes
he'll bounce me for a. fraud.” »

Then in louder tones he said:

“ Why have you run from me as you
have?”

“ I feared you.”

“ Ah, yes.

“ Do you know whose ghost I am ‘2”

“Mark Morgan’s.”

“ Yes, yes; the miner captain who was
killed in California some years ago.”

“ Yes; I killed you and your four pards
for your-money,” was the whispered reply.

,“Yes, so you did ;, and I have been look-
ing for you ever since.”

‘ r “ You told me you would haunt me, you

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remember, and it was to keep you from say-
ing that, that I stabbed you again.”

“ So it was; so it was."

Buffalo Bill, when the madman mentioned
the name of Mark Morgan, at once remem-
bered that a miner and his four companions
lfiad been killed in California some years be-

ore.

Bill had known Mark Morgan, and remem-
bered how wonderful was the likeness be-
tween the minor and himself.

Who were the murderers of the party
none could really tell; but now the mystery
was solved.

figain addressing the Mad Hercules, Bill
sai :

“ You killed me and my comrades for our
gok .”

“Yes; but I did not touch it, for l dared
not do so after the deed I committed, and I
fled to the mountains, and I have wandered
about hoping you could not find me, but you
have.”

“ Oh, yes, that is an easy thing for a ghost
to do. _

“ I‘d have found you sooner, only I had
other work to do; but tell me, why have on
bczn such a murderer, and killed pale— ace
and red-skin alike, wherever you have met

, them?”

“ I could not help it, ghost, after I had
once stained my hands in human blood.

“ Because I was a giant, folks laughed at
me, and it made me mad, and since I killed
you, something in my brain has said to me
all the time:

“ Kill ./ kill ./ kill!”

“Well, you have obeyed the order pretty
well; butl want you to go with me."

“I will, ghost.”

“You are not afraid of the living?"

“ N o, I hate and kill them!” he said
fiercely. ‘

“ But you are afraid of ghosts?"

it Yes.”

, “ You are right.

“ Now your ponies have stopped yonder, I
see, so I will catch you one, and you must go
with me.” ,

“ Where?”

“ To Sitting Bull‘s camp."

“ Can I kill him and his braves?” asked
the madman. as innocently as a child.

"Yes, the whole gan , if you wish to.

“ Now wait here unti I catch one of your
ponies for you,” and with perfect confidence
that his supposed supernatural existence
would keep the am in subjection, Buffalo
Bill mounted Reid-skin and soon lariated one
of the ponies the madman had so persistently
driven from the Big Horn.

Standing where he had left him was the
Mad Hercules when he returned, and bid-
ding him mount, Buflalo Bill rode away, fol-
lowed by the poor crazed being whose crimes,
for the love of gold, had dethroned his rea-
son and sent him a raving maniac through
the wilds of the Yellowstone, with but one
idea, to kill, and thus add to the list of his
red deeds.

CHAPTER XXXIV.
run nouns UNLOOSED.

RETREATING from the valley of the Big
Horn, where his merciless hand had fallen
upon General Custer and his men, Sitting
Bull pitched his village in a position from
which he knew it would be almost impossible
for the pale-faces to dislodge him.

As the time were away and the different
bands of warriors came in, they all had
strange stories to tell of their adventures.

One warrior reported that he had been a
captive to the pale-faces, and had heard how
the great white hunter, Pa—e—has-ka, had
killed the Cheyenne chief, Yellow Hand, and
two of his warriors in a battle, single-hand-
ed, with them.

Two others had to tell how they were all
that had escaped of their scouting party, and
that they had attacked a giant pale-face, and
would have-killed him, had not Pae-haa—ka
dashed in upon them, and after killing some
of their best braves caused them to fly.

Again a large band, left to besiege some
pale-face braves, who had fortifie them-
selves on the Rosebud. had a story to tell of
Yellow Hand warning them of danger, and
that they had fled for their lives, believing
that a large force was attacking them.

But the next day a few of them returned

 

 

to the fort on a scout, to find there one cf‘
their braves who did not fi , because he had
a broken leg, and that he, aving lived long
with the palc~faces, spoke their tongue, and
had heard how Pu-e-has-ka had fooled them,
and laughed at them for cowards.

They had then taken his trail and follow-
ed it, to find it mingled with other trails;
but, as they had double as many warriors as
the pony tracks they saw, they pressed on in
pursuit, to be suddenly ambushed, and have
dash out upon them Pa-c-lms-lra and the
Evil Spirit of the Yellowstone.

A few of them had escaped, and they had
come to tell the story.

To all these stories Sitting Bull and his
head chiefs listened, and the name of Buffa-
lo Bill, or Pas-hash», became a greater ter-
ror than ever, and when it was known dint
he had as his ally the Evil Spirit of the Yel—
lowstone, an the red-skins called the Mad
Hercules, they felt the wildest dread of what
he might do next.

Among the chiefs set one who had listened
to every story told in the council-lodge, and
no one would have deemed his painted face
concealed the white man.

But so it was, and at last he spoke:

“Pa-eJIas-Ica is my foe, and Isought his
life; but he is the pale-face brave that the

Feather Feet sent to give the Sitting Bull’s

warning that his enemies should not follow
upon his trail.

“The Feather Feet turned a tiger loose-
upon the trail of m red brothers, and he
told her that he won] return and give him-
self up to the Sitting Bull. Has he come,r
back?

“ No!

“But the warriors come in and tell how
he has killed them, scalped them, and laugh-
ed at them for squaws. Will the Sioux and
Cheyenne braves let the pale-face dog throw
dirt in their faces? Is he not now not far
from their village, and yet no warrior brings.
in his scalp? Let my medicine braves sewk
his trail and bring him alive into the pres:—
ence of the great chief, and the Death Killt r
will show them how the Pa-c-lms—lra will
weep like a squaw when he feels the grip of"
his foe upon him!”

This speech of the renegade, Bill Bevins.
excited the Indian warriors to frenzy, and
within half an hour after it was uttered a
hundred of the best braves of the tribe had
gone forth to hunt down their terrible foe,
who had boldly advanced within a few miles.
of their very stronghold.

 

CHAPTER XXXV.
FEATHER anr's PERIL.

FROM the day of his return to the gory
field of the Big Horn, to take the scalp of
the gallant Custer, and finding Buffalo Bill
there to defend it, Bill Bevins, the renegade,
had thirsted for revenge upon the scout.

He had secretly dispatched the Flyer upon
his trail of revenge, and as that very daring
warrior did not return, he feared that he had
come to grief at the hands of the man he
went to slay.

For defending the scout and permitting
Buffalo Bill to go free, upon his pledge to
return, the renegade had not forgiven Feath-
er Feet.

Yet he knew the influence she held in the
tribe, that upon account of her havin been
born with snow-white hair, and growmg up
far more beautiful than any maiden in the
tribe, she was regarded as a favored one of
the Great Spirit, and that should he cross
her will, he would lose the prestige he had
gained.

He had hoped to win the girl’s love, when
he first came to the tribe; but she had
treated him with disdain; and this was an-
other reason why he felt revengeful toward
her.

To get an Indian to aid him in a lot
against Feather Feet he knew was impossi lc,
yet he did not despair, and when he left the
council lodge, he determined m some we to
get rid of the girl, as he hoped that Bu alo
Bill might be captured, and if so, she might
save him from death.

To plan and to execute, are two very
different things, and so Bill Bevins found it.

But he was a good plotter, and-having
studied medicine before he did deviltry in

early life, he knew the power of certain, 

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Buffalo Bill’s Grip.

 

 

Marking a powder which he knew to be a
deadly poison, he went over to the tapes of
the pretty Sioux Queen, and engaged her in
conversation, asking her when the pale-face
scout intended to keep his word to her and
come to the Indian village?”

“ The Long Hair has a straight tongue;
he Will come,” said the young girl, conti-
dently.

The renegade continued to argue the mat-
ter with her, and while there managed to
drop the powder upon the buffalo steaks that

: 'Wt'l‘e broiling upon the fire before the Indian

girl's tepce.

Then he departed, satisfied with his work.

Feather Feet ate her supper with no sus-
picion of harm; but she did not seem to have
her customary appetite, and springing upon
pepsportive pony tookagallop down the val-
ey.
She passed the guards about the village,
and unheeding their warning not to venture
far, rode to the top of a'ridge,where the cool
itirflzlould blow upon her, for she felt strange-

I .

yThe young Indian brave who was on
guard watched her attentively, as she sat
there, and she having won his heart, he seem~
ed to forget all else, now that she was before
his eyes. ’

So wrapped up was he in feasting his eyes
upon the young girl, that he did not behold
a huge form suddenly bound forth from a.
rock near by, and when he did see it, before
he could utter his defiant war-cry, his throat
was crushed in a might grip, and he was
dragged back out of sig 1: and along knife
sent to the hilt in his heart.

Then the scalp-lock was torn from his
head, are life was extinct. and the young
brave’s love-dream had ended.

Seated by the side of his victim, the slayer
gazed u on him with a look of real pleasure
at his eed, while he muttered in a sinis-
ter tone:

“ I love blood, for it is red and beautiful.

“ But I won’t kill her now, but take her to
the ghost and ,kill her before him.

“Yes, I will do that, for she must die;
but not now, not now.

“There! she comesl
sheggoes by.”

he crouched back in the shelter of a rock
as he spoke, while Feather Feet. upon whom
his eyes were fixed with murderous intent,
came riding slowly back toward the village.

She felt ill, hardly able to sit upon her
horse. and her eyes were bent upon the
ground; but suddenly she gave a cry of
alarm and tried to wheel her pony about and
dash ,away, for to her side had sprung the
form of the Mad Hercules.

But he placed his hand over her mouth,
seized her firmly in his arms, and turning her
pony loose darted down a defile, unseen by
any of the other Indian guards, nearly a
quarter of a mile away.

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CHAPTER XXXVI.
A LAST nEson'r.

IN a large cavern penetrating a. pile of
rocks, rising to an elevation that commanded
a view of the Indian village, several miles
distant, sat Buffalo Bill.

i He had his field glass in his hand, and had

been long gazing upon the Indian camp.
“ We] , I‘ll never get them down finer than
I have them now, I fear, for the last few

‘ times I have counted the warriors, I get the

number in the neighborhood of six thousand,”
he said, thoughtfully.

“ I wish I had some one with me whom I
could send back on the trail and report to the

army just the situation of the village, and

how many warriors Sitting Bull has; but if
I were to trust that crazy Shanghai, he’d go
to killing the soldiers as soon as he met them.

“ I have been hanging about this village
long enough now, for I have done my work

. well, and keep my oath to Custer,” and as he
‘ spoke the relentless scout, held up a long

string of scalps which he had taken since the

~ massacre of theBig Horn, and he smiled

grimly at his red work.

His position was a secure one, and one
which the Mad Hercules had led him to,
through an underground tunnel-way known

Yr only to the crazy giant. and the entrance to

which not even a warrior would suspect.
“ That mad giant knows this country as an

 

open book, and if I had asked old Sittin
Bull to pitch his village to suit me, he coul
not have pleased me more.

“ But I am etting tired of this, and if I do
not catch Bil Bevins soon, I will go boldly
into the village and claim the protection of
the Sacred Pipe I carry.

“ I‘ll risk it, for I believe in its power—
IIal there comes the Mad Shanghai!

“I wonder how many curiosities in the
way of sealps he has collected upon this
trip?”

As he uttered the words, Buffalo Bill
turned and looked back into the cavern, out
of the darkness appearing as he did so the
gigantic form of the Mad Hercules.

But he was not alone, for close in his
brawny arms he held the slender form of
Feather Feet.

She was conscious, for, fortunately for her,
she had eaten so sparingly of the poisoned
food that it did not accomplish the end the
renegade had intended.

Catching sight of Buffalo Bill, she cried in
English:

“ Pa-e—has-ka, save Feather Feetl"

“ I’ll do it, girl, for I owe you an unpaid
debt."

Then addressing the madman, Bill contin-
ued, sternly:

“Release that girl, sirl”

The Mad Hercules hesitated, and took out
his knife, while he said, fiercely:

“ I brought her here to kill her.”

“ You harm her, and I’ll kill you, as sure
as I am Buffalo Bill, ” and the scout drew a
revolver. '

“ Bufalo Bill? Did you call yourself Bu f-
falo Bill?” '

The madman fairly shrieked the words,
and his features worked convulsively.

“ Yes,” was the cool reply.

“ Then you are not a. ghost?” and the
words were hissed forth as the madman
stealthily advanced, throwing the Indian
girl aside, greatly to her relief, as not worthy
of notice.

“ No, but I’ll make a ghost of you if you
crowd me, old man," warned the scout.

At once was the supernatural power he
had so long held over the poor crazed being
gone, and with a yell that echoed like than.
der through the cavern the Mad Hercules
rushed upon him, while Feather Feet,
crouching in terror at one side, seemed to
feel that the end had come for both Buffalo
Bill and herself.

“ Back, devil, or I will kill you, and I do
not Wish to do that,” shouted Bill, springing
backward as the maddened flcnd rushed up-
on him.

‘ “ Kill! kill! that is what I will do,”shriek-
ed the Mad Hercules. .

But, the were his last words, for, seeing
that his eath was certain if he hesitated
longer, Buffalo Bill ulled the trigger of his
revolver, and the bu let crashed through the
poor, diseased brain.

With a heavy thud the Mad Hercules fell
his length, his knife shivered to pieces as it
struck the rocky flooring of the cavern.

 

CHAPTER XXXVII.
'rms annon REDEEMED.

THERE was great excitement in the village
of the Sioux.

The Sioux queen, the idolized Feather
Feet, had ridden away from her tepee and
had ‘not yet returned.

Then, too, an old squaw had reported see-
ing Death Killer, the medicine chief, make
up a poison, and watching him, she had
seen him sprinkle it upon the food the Feath-
er Feet was preparing for her supper.

Whether this peculiar circumstance had
anything to do with the disappearance of the
Sioux Queen none could tell; but pale-faces
generally being under distrust, Death Killer
was ordered to the council-lodge by Sitting
Bull to explain.

Then came the news that one of the most
promising young warriors of the tribe had
been slain and Scalped while on guard at one
of the passes to the villa e. '

This was fearful, and uffalo Bill was set
down as the perpetrator of the deed.

While the chiefs were in council, listening
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he was accused of doing, a horse was 
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the young brave had been killed that after-
noon.

Upon his back were two persons, one of
them appearing to he a great chief in full
feather, and the other was Feather Feet.

The chief grunted a salutation to the
guards, though who he was none of them
knew, while Feather Feet spoke to them
pleasantly, and said the brave Sioux had res-
cued her from great danger.

Straight to the council—lodge the chief and
Feather Feet rode, and dismounting quickly
the two entered the sacred precinct, the
young girl leading the wa .

A cry arose at sight 0 the Feather Feet,
who, as the avowed Queen, had the entree
there, and then all eyes were turned upon her
companion, while she said in a voice that
reached every car in the grand lodge:

“The Pure has—kc spoke with a straight
tongue.

“ He is here!"

The war-bonnet was thrown aside, and the
blanket held in front of the face was remov-
ed, and Bufan Bill stood rescaled, alone
among his enemies.

A deep murmur ran around the crowd of
chiefs, and it was half surprise, half admira-
tion at the bold pale-face who had redeemed
his word to Feather Feet.

Fearlessly the scout stood before his foes,

his eyes resting first upon the face of Sitting A

Bull, and then falling upon the renegade and
resting there.

“The Long Hair has come back and now
he shall die!” shouted Bill Bevins, unable to
contain his joy.

“The Death Killer has spoken—the Long
Hair must die!” said Sitting Bull, and the
words were echoed upon all sides.

But Buffalo Bill’s face never changed color,
while Feather Feet cried:

“ Let the Sioux Queen speakl”

Instantly there was a dead silence, and she
told the story of her adventure with the mad-
grin, and how she had been saved by Bufialc

'i 1.

All eyes turned upon Sitting Bull,for it was
for him to speak.

Deep and earnest came his words:

“The Long Hair is a mighty pale-face
chief.

“He has trailed the red-man to his village,
and his belt is heavy with the scalp locks of
my braves.

“He came here under the war bonnet of
my Cheyenne brother, the Yellow Hand.

“ He bears in his band now the leap pole
of in greatest warrior, the Flyer.

“ ' c has saved the Sioux Queen from death,
and has slain the great terror of my people,
the evil s irit of the Yellowstone. ,

“The ong Hair is not afraid of death,
and he must show my warriors how he can
die!"

“That settles it, Bufi‘alo Bill, and I have
triumphed!” fairly yelled the renegade.

But Buffalo Bill simply smiled and said:

“The Sitting Bull is a great chief, and
Pa e-has-ka has heard his words.

“Pa-e-has-ka has slain his young braves,
and his belt is heavy with their scalp-locks.

“But does the Sitting Bull forget many
moons ago, when his little daughter, the sun-
light of his heart, was captured by a Pawnee
brave, and that a pale—face took her from
him, and gave her to the Great Chief to place
again in his heart? -

“The Sitting Bull gave the Pa-e-has—ka
then this Sucre Pipe and Tomahawk with
the broken edge, in token that he would
never be his foe. ~

“ Scel must the Pa-e-hs-kaa die?"

As Buffalo Bill s oke, lie held up the
Sacred Pipe and the bite Tomahawk with
its edge all broken.

A death-like silence fell upon all, then Sit-
ting Bull arose and stepping u to the scout
threw around him his snow-w _'V e robe, and
said, impressively: '

“The Pare-has-Ica. is the friend of the Sit-
ting Bull.

“When the‘tomahawk shall be buried‘

between their people, they shall be brothers.
“But now the pale—faces are on the trail of

my children so let the Pa-e-has-ka go from,

my village back to his people, and not one of
my youn braves shall follow his tra11.
“The itting Bull has spoken.”
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But the blade was met by steel as sharp as
his own, and held in a hand that was might-
ier, and in an instant of time Bill Bevins, the
renegade medicine-man of the Sioux was a
corpse in the council lodge.

CHAPTER. XXXVIII.
CONCLUSION.

TIIE scene changes from the Indian Til-
lage of Sittingr Bull, the chief, whose strategy,
cunning and bravery had defeated armies, to
an encampment of soldiers upon the Yellow-
stone.

It is a large camp, and about it is a look of
thorough discipline, even in that far-away
region.

The uniforms of the men are soiled and
tattered, their once bright buttons are tar-
nished, and their looks indicate that they
have seen hard service.

Suddenly a horseman rides into the out-
skirts Of the camp.

He is 'mounted upon a large bay horse
that is gaunt and spirited.

The rider looks pale and jaded, and his
buckskin attire has seen hard usage.

But withal he is recognized as he enters
the lines, and one voice after another breaks
forth in the cheer for “BuffalopBill, the
King of the Border!”

Removing his broad, worn, blood-stained
sombrero from his haughty head, he rides
through the ranks to the head-quarters tent
and dismounts.

“An orderly seizes his bridle-rein, and a
general oilieer comes forth and grasps his
hand with the words:

“Thank God, Cody, we meet again!”

“It was close shaving. general, to make
it,” was the answer.

“ And you made it, Bill?"

“ Yes, general; I went into Sitting Bull's
village, know just how many Sioux and
Cheyenne braves he has, and all of interest
about the really grand old red sinner that
you would like to know. But 'Ou’ll not
catch him this year, I’ll wager hig ."

“1 fear not; but, how did you escape,
Bill?"

“Through the big (medicine) charm of
some sacred relies I had given me long ago
by old Bull himself.“

“And those scalp-locks, Bill?" and the
general pointed to a string of ghastly souve-
m'rs Of death hanging from his belt.

“011! these are the head roofs of the
braves who felt my grip, general. I in-
tended to have a rope made of them
to hang Bill Bevins with. but he persuad-
ed me with a knife to give himasoldier’s
death.”

“ You killed him?"

“Yes, general, I had to do it, so I'll
have ,the scalp-locks made into a bridle for
ou.’ '

“Thank you, Bill; it will be a uni ue
‘resent, an one most highly prized. qu
their number I should judge that you had
kept your oath to avenge poor Custer, Bill.”

“Count ’em, general, and see if I did not
keep my oath tO Custer.” was the grim re-
sponse of the daring scout.

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1 A Hard Croxvd; or, Gentleman Sam's Sister.
B Philip S. Warlle.
2 'lyhe Dare-Devil; or, The Winged Witch of
the Sea. By Col. P. In i‘aham.
3 Kit Carson, Jr. tie Crack Shot of the
West. By Buckskin am.
4 The Kidnap war; or. The Great Shanghai of
the Northwest. 3y Philip S. Warne.
5 The Flre-Ficnds; or, Hercules, the Hunch-
back. By A. P Morris.
6 Wildcat Bob, the Boss Bruiser. By Ed-
ward L. Wheeler.
7 Death-Notch, 1h" Destroyer. By 011 Coomes.
8 The "endless lIorscman. Bv Cantain
Mayne Reid.
9 Handy .1 "(1 y. By Samuel Lover.
10 Vidocq, the French Police Spy. Written by
Himself. _
ll Midshipman Easy. 1.17 Captain lilarryat.
12 The Dcth-Shfiti1 or. Tracked To Death.
B Captain Mayne ei .
l Izathiuvn ‘ or. Nick VVhiflles the old Trap-
3 ygivest. By Dr. J.  Robinson.
14 Thayonduncgoa, t le Scourge ; or The War-
Eagle of the Mohawks. By Ned Buntl he.
15 The Thor-Slayer; or, Eagle-Head to the
Rescue. El3 ’Gustave Aimard.
16 The \Vh to \Vlzard ' or, The GreatProphet
of the Seminoles. By Ned Buntlinc.
l 7 Nightshade, the Robber Prince of Hounslow
Heath. By Dr. J. H. Robinson.
18 The Sea Bandit. By Ned Buntline.
19 Red Cedar, the Prairie Outlaw. By Gustave
Aimard. .
20 The Bandit at Bay; or The Pirates of the
Prairies. By Gustave Aimar . '
21 The Trap icr’s Daughter; 01-, The Out-
law's Fate. v Gustave Aimard.
22.\Vnitclaw; or, Nattie of the Lake Shore.
By Dr. J. H. Robinson.
23 The Red \Varrior; or, Stella Delorme’s
Comanche Lover. By Ned Duntline.
24 Prairie Flower. By G. Aimard.
25 The Gold Guide; or, SteeiArm, the Regu-
ator. By Francis Johnson.
26 The Death-Track ' or, The Outlaws of the
Mountain. By Francis Johnson.
2'] The Spotter Detective. By A. W. Aiken.
28 Three-Fingcred Jack, the Road-Agent of
the Rockies. By J .‘soph E. Badger. Jr.
29 Tiger Dick, the Faro King; or,The Cashier's
Crime. By Philip S. Warne.
30 Gospel George; or. Fiery Fred. the Outlaw.
B‘yJoseph E. Bad er, Jr.
31 ' no New Yor snug]; or, The Flash 0!
Lightning. By Albert W. on.
32 B’hogs of Yale ; or. The Serapes of a Hard
Set of olle ians. By John D. Vose.
33 Overlam Kit; or. The Idyl or White Pine.
B Albert W. Aiken.
34 l{ocky Mountain Bob the California
Outlaw. By Albert W. Aiken. r
35 Kcntuck. the Sport' or. Dick Talbot at
the Mines. B Albert W. Aiken.
36 Injuu Die ( - or, The Death Shot of Shasta.
By Albert w. Aiken. ~
37 lllrl, the Hunchback; or, Th6.SWOl‘d-
maker of t e Santee. By Dr. J. H. Robinson.
38 Velvet Hand' or T e Iron Grip of InJun
Dick. By Albert ’w. Aiken.
39 The Russian S y; or. The Brothers of the
Starry Cross. By Claptoin Fred. Whittaker.
40 The Long Haired “ Pal'ds;” or, The
Tax-tars of the Plains. BfilJos. E. Badger, Jr.
41 Gold Dan; or The W to Savage of the Great
Salt Lake. By Albert W. Aiken.
42 The California Detective! or, The Witches
of New York. By Albert W Al en.
43 Dakota Dan the Reckless Ranger; or, The
Bee-Hunters' Excursion. B 011 Coomes.
44 on! Dan Rackback,t a Great Extermina-
tor; or, The'Triangle’s Last Trail. Oil Coomes.
45 Old Bull’s Ego the Lightning Shot of the
sins. By Jos. . Badger, Jr.
46 Bowie-Knife Ben, the Little Hunter of the
Nor'-\Vest. By 011 Coomes.
47 Pacific Pete, the Prince of the Revolver. By
Jose h E. Badger. Jr.
48 Ida to Tom, the Youn Outlaw oi' Sllverland;
or the Hunters otthe \Vii West. By Oil coomes.
49 The war Demon. B Albert W. Aiken.

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.50 Jack Rabbit, the Pra rie Sport By Jos.

E. Bad er Jr.
51 Red .31., the Boy Road-Agent. By 011
cwmfls' T i’ r the Chief of Scouts or Life
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52 aggiove in a Frontier Fort. By Bufialb 3m,
53 Silver Sarlnijolf, ale Mystery oi: Deadwood
o. e e m.
54 fitaavsoon Hand. By Philip s. Wame.
56 The Scal Hunters. By Capt.MayneReid.
56 The Ind an Mazvcvpga; Or, The man
of the Plains. By A. . lken-
571E113 SilefiitPllll£t§{'o%§ The Scowi Hall
s e . erc . . -
58 sling K’nire ;y or, Wickliffe. The Rocky
Mountain Ranger. By Dr. J. H Robinson.

'59 The Man From Texas; 'or, The Outlaws
, of Arkansas. By A. W. Aiken. ,
60 1Vide Awake the Robber King: or, The

Idiot oi the Black Hills. By Frank Dumont.
61 £333 1gain Seawaif, the Privateer. By Ned
us no.
62 Lo a1 Heart; or, The Trappers of Arkansas.
By ustave Aimard.
63 The Winged Whale. B A. W. Aiken.
84 Double-S ght, the Death S ot' or, The Out-

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67 The I 0y Jockey. By Jos. E. adger. Jr.
68 The Fighting: Trappcr' or. Kit Carson
to the Rescue. By Captain J.  C. Adams.
69 The Irish Ca tain. ByCapt. F.Whittaker.
70 Hydrabad, t e Strangler- or, Alethe, the
Child of the Cord. By Dr. J. H. Robinson.
71 Captain Cool-Blade; or. The Man-Shark
of the Mississippi. By J os. E. Badger J r.
72 The Phantom Hand; or, The Heiress of
Fifth Avenue. By A. W. Aiken.
7 The Kniirhts of the Red Cross; or, The
Magician of'Granada. By Dr. J. H. Robinson.
The Captain of the Rifles; or, The Queen
of the Lakes. By Capt. Mayne Reid.
v Gentlclnan George. By A. W. Aiken.
The Quech Musketeers: or. Thisbe, the
Pl'lnCt‘SS Palmist. By George Albany.
The Fresh of Frisco. By A. W. Aiken
The Mysterious Spy. By A. M. Grainger.
Joe Phonix, thePohce Shy. B A.W. Aiken.
A Man of Nervo. By Pb lip .. Wame.
The Human Tiger; or, A Heart‘oi Fire.
By Albert W. Aiken.
Iron \‘Vrist. the Swordmaster. By Colonel
Thomas Hoyor Monstery.
Gold Bullet Sport. By Buffalo Bill.
Hunted Down; or. The League of Three.
By Albert W. Aiken.
85 The Cretan Rover; or. Zuleikah, the
Beautiful. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.
86 The 1313 Hunter; or. The ueen of the
Woods. ‘By the author of “ The Si ent Hunter."
8'1 The Scarlet Captain ° or, The Prisoner of
the Tower. By 001. Delle ra. ‘
88 Big Georwe, the Giant of the Gulch; or. The
Five Outlaw rothers. By Jose h E. Badger. Jr.
89 The Pirate Prince. By 0]. P. In raham.
90 Wild Will, the Mad Rauchero; or, he Ter-
rible Texans. By Buckskin Sam.
91 The Winning Oar; or, The Innkeeper‘s
Daughter. By Albert W. Aiken.
92 Bull‘an lliii. the Buckskin King; or. The
Amazon of the West. By Ma”. Dangerfield Burr.
93 (7a )tain Dick Talbot. ‘11 of the Road;
or, he Black-Hoods oi Shasta. yA. W. Aiken.
94 Freelance, the Buccaneer; or. The Wait of
the Wave. By 001. Prentiss Ingraham.
95 Albert, the Axman; or, The Secrets of the
Ducal Palace. 13 Anthony P. Morris.
96 Double-neat I; or. The Spy Queen of Wyo-
ming. By Capt. Fred. Whittaker.
97 Bronze Jack, the California Thoroughbred.
B Albert W. Aiken.
98 .he Rock Riderz or, The S rit o.’ the
Sierra. By Ca t. Fredericr Whitta er.
99 The Giant ifleman. By 011 Coomes.
100 The French Spy; or, The Bride of Paris.
By Anthony P. Morris.
101 The Man From New York; or. The Ro-
mance of a Rich Young Woman. Bv Aiken
102 The Masked Band or. The Man With-
out a Name. By George . Aiken.
103 Merle, the Mutineer; or. The Brand of
the Red Anchor. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.
104 Montezuma, the Merciless ' Or. The
Eagle and the Serpent. By 001. P. fngraham.
105 Dan Brown oi Denver the Rocky Moun-
tain Detective. By Joseph  Bad ’er. Jr.
106 Shamus O’Brien, the L'ould 0y of Glin-
fiat By Col. Delle Sara.
107 ichard Talbot of Cinnabar; or. The
Brothers of the Red Hand. By A. W. Aiken.
1 08 The Duke of Diamonds; or. The Flower
of Calcutta. By Captain Frederick Whittaker.
109 (‘a talnliyd, the King of the Black Flag.
By 01. Prentiss Ingraham. 1
1 10 he Silent Kineman. By E. W. Herbert.
111 The Smuggler Cngnain; or, The Skip-
er 5 Crime. By Ned untiine.
112 as Phean Private Detective‘ or. The
League of the S eieton Ke 3. By A. W. Aiken.
113 The Sea Slip on" r. he mateur Free-
booters. By Pro . J.  Ingraham.
114 The Gentleman From Pike or, The
Ghost of the Canyon. By Phili S. ame.
115 The Severed [load or. The Secret of
Castle Coucy. By Capt. red. Whittaker
116 Black Plume, the Devil 0! the Sea. By
Col. Prentiss Ingrn ham.
1 1 7 Dashing Dandy the Hotspur of the Hills.
By Me or Dangerfle cl Burr.
118 The urglar Captain; or, The Fallen
Star. By Prof. J. H. In rnham. -
119 Alabama J 00; or. he Ynzoo Man-Hun-
ters. By Joe. E. Badger. Jr.
120 The Texan 813'; or, The Prairie Guide.
By Newton M. Cu is.
121 The Sea Cadet ; or. The Rover oi the Rigo-
letts. By 00]. Prentiss Ingraham.
122 Saul subtler-day the Idiot Spy; or, Luliona,
the Seminole. By N’ed Buntline.
123 Aiapaha, the S “M17; or. The Renegades
oi the Border. By rancis Johnson.
124 Assowaum, tho Avenger; or. The
Doom of the Destroyers. By Francis Johnson.
125 The Blacksmith Outlaw ; or. Merry
England. By Harrison Ainsworth.
126 The Demon Duelist; or. The League of
Steel. By 001. Thomas Hoyer Monstery.
127 S01 Scott, the Mask (1 Miner; or, Dan
Brown’s Double. By Jos. E. Badger. Jr.
128 The Chevalier Corsair. By the author
of “ Merle the Mutineer."
129 Missisi pi Mose év ifir}; 15A Strong, Man's
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130 Captain Volcano ' or. The Man oftheRed
Revolvers. W Aiken

131 Buckskin am, the Teias Trailer; or, The
* Bandits oi the Bravo. By 001. 1’. Ingraham.

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132 Nemo. Kiner of the Tramps. By Capt.
Frederick Whittaker.

133 Body tho Rover the Ribbonman of Iro'
land. By William Carleton.

1 34 Durkio Dan, the Colored Detective; or, The
Mississi pi Mystery. By Col. 1’. Ingraham.

l 35 The null Ranger ' or, The Half-Breed
Brigade. iiy Francis J ohnson,

1 36 The Outlaw- H untrr; or, Red John, tho
Bush Ranger. By Francis Johnson.

1 37 Long Beard, the Giant Spy. By Oil

Coomes.
1 38 The Border Bandits ' or. The Horse-
’l‘hict‘s Trail. By Francis J olnlson.
139 Fire-Eye. the Sea Hyena; or. The Bride of
a Buccaneer. By Col. Prentiss Illgraham.
140 The Three Spania- (is. Bv Geo. Walker.
141 Equinox Tom, the Bully of Red Rock; or,
Dan Brown‘s Mastei'sti‘oke. By Joseph. E.
Badger. Jr.

142 l'nptuin Crimson, the Man of the Iron
Face. By Maj. Dangoli‘ield Burr.

143 The (‘zar’s Spy ; or, The Nihilist League.
By Col. T. H. Monstery.

144 Tile Hunchback

By Victor Hugo.

Pistol Pal-(ls or, Soft Hand, the Silent

S art from Cinna or. By Wm. R. Eyster.

146 The Doctor Detective; or. The Mystery
of the Golden Comn. By Geor e Lemue .

147 Gold Spur the Gentleman rom Texas. By
Col. Prentiss ngraham.

148 One-.\ rmed All" the Giant Hunter oi the
Great Lakes. By Oil Gnomes.

149 The Border Rifles. By Gustave Aimard. ‘

0 El Rubin Bravo, King of the Swordsman

By Col. Thomas HoyerMonstery.

l The Freebootcrs. By Gustave Aimard.

2 Captain lronncrve, the Counterfeitcr

Chief. By Marmaduke Dev.

3 'I he \Vhito Sculper. By Gustave Aimard.

4 Joaquin, the Saddle King. By Joseph E.

Badger. Jr.

155 The Corsair (inc-en; or. The Gipsies of
the Sea. By Col. ’rentiss Ingrahom.
156 Velvet Face, the Border bravo: or. Muriel,
the Danite's Bride. By Dangerfield Burr.
i157 Mourad, tho mamolnko; or, The Three
Swordmnsters. By Col Thomas H. Monstery.

1 58 The Doomi-d Dozen; or. Dolores. the
Dunitc's Daughter. By Dr. Frank Powell.

159 Red Rudiger, the Archer or. Tile Lady
Bertha‘s Treachery. By On it.  Whittaker.

160 Solt Hand, Sharp ' or, The Man \\ ith the
Sand. B Wm. R. Eys er.

161 The I elven oi" Nc\v York or. Joe
Phenix’s Great Man Hunt. By A. . an.

162 The Mad Morincr' or. Dishonored and
Disowned. By 001. Pren iss lngraham.

163 Ben Brion, the Tl-apBer Coiftuin: or, Red.

r. J. Robinson

Ii‘ath. the Avrnger. By . .

164 he King’s Fool ' or. The Knights of the

Ciasped Hands and Red Branch. By C. D.Clark.

165 Joaquin, the Terrible. By J. E. Ba

166 Owlet, the Robber Prince; or. The U
Highwaymen. By S plimus R. Urban.

167 The Man oi‘Stcci ' or, The Masked Knight
of the White Plume. y A. 1’. Morris.

168 \Vild Bill, the Pistol ‘Dead Shot; or. Dagger
Don's Double. By Col. Prentiss In aham.

169 Corporal Cannon. the Man of city Duels.
By (701. Thomas Hoyer Monstery. .

170 Sweet \Viiiium, the Trapper Detective.
By Jos. E. Badger. Jr.

1'11 Tiger Dick, the Man of the Iron Heart; or.
The Dumb Bandit. By Philip S. Warns.

172 The Black Pirate; ’ or. The Mystery of
the Golr en Fetters. By Col. P. Insraham.

1 73 California John, the Pacific Thorough-
bred. gy Albert W. Aiken.

ha By Capt. F.

174 The ntom Knights.
Whittaker.
175 \Vild Bill’s Trump (‘urdgorfil‘helndisn
Heiress. By Major Dan erflel Burr.
176 Lady Jaguar, the R0 her Queen. ByCap-
tain Mark Wilton.
177 Don Diablo, the Planter-Corsair; or The
Rivals of the Soc. B 001. Prentissln
178 Dark Danliwom . the Desperate; or, The
‘ Child of the Sun. By minim-Sam? S. Hall.
179 Conrad. the Convict; or, Was HeGuilty?
By Prof. Stewart Giltlrrsleeve. LL. D.
180 Old ’49; or. The Amazon of Arizona. By
Jos. E. Bad er. Jr.
l81 Tho Scar ct Schooner: or. The Nemesi-
ot the Sea. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.
1 82 Hands Ifipfi 01361118 Knights of the Canyon.
Bv Wm. . s r.
183 Gilbert, thoyGuide; or. Lost in the WK-
derness. By C. Dunning Clark.
184 The Ocean Vnm lire; or. The Heiress (A
Castle Curse. B Co . Prentiss am.
185 The Man S 1 er; or, The Bean ulSphins.
B. Anthony . Morris.
186 T110 Black Bravo; or. The Tonkaway’l
Trium h. B Buckskin Sam.
187 The eat 1’3 Head Cuiraniers; on
Brave of all Braves. By Capt. Fred. Whittaker
188 The Phantom Mazeppa; or, TheH cut
of the Cha arrals. By Ms. . Dangerfield
189 \Vild Bi I9s Gold Tra l; or. The Despet
, ado Dozen. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.
190 $116 Three Guardsmen. By Alexandn
umas. .

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and His Farris.

By Buckskin Sam.
The Lightning Sport.

By W. R. Eyster.

Old Guard. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker.
Don Sombrero. the California Road Gent.
By Capt. Mark Wilton.

The I. one ~~lur (.nnlblcr; or, The Maid
I i' the Magnolias. 13y Buckskin Sam.

lm Morn")th the l) tcclive Queen: or,

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194

195

196
The Lost Heir of i or. 1. By Albert W. Aiken.

197 Revolver ll-vb, illU ltd-Handed; or. The
B lie of Nun-get Camp. By Jos. E. Badger. Jr.

198 The Skeleton Schooner; or. The Skim-
m-~r of the 8:21. By (.‘ol Prentiss Ingraham.

199 Diamond Dick, tho Dandy from Denver.
By Buckskin Sam.

200 The liille Hangers. ByCapt. Mayne Reid.

201 The Pirate ot'thc Pincers; orJJoaquin’s
livath Hunt. By J osoph E. Badger, Jr.

202 ('aet nu Jack, the Giant Guide. By Cap-
inin Mark Wilton.

203 "H Rouble Detective. By A. W. Aiken.

204 iii-g Foot “'nllm-c, the King of the Laiiat;
or, ..ii(1 \Volf. the Waco. L'y Buckskin Sam.

205 The Hulnhier Pirate ' or. Bessie. the
Lmy ol the L g on. By Col. P. Ingrahani.

206 One Eye, the Cannoneer; or. Marshal Ney’s
L‘s“ L grin-y. By C .pt. Frr‘d. Whittaker.

- (lid iinl'd .llend. By Philip S. Warne.

v 208 The “’hito Chief. By Capt. Mayne Reid.

209 liuek Farley, tho Bmanza Prince; or. The
Itvm'unnce of I) nth Gulch. By Edward Willctt.

210 Buccaneer Bess, the Lioness of the Sea;
or, The Rod Sea Trail. By 001. P. lngraham.

21 1 l‘oionel Pill lager ' or. The Unknown Sport.
By Capt Frederick \ ittakcr.

212 The Brazos Tigers. By Buckskin Sam.

213 The “'nr Trail. By Ca t. Mayne Reid.

2 1»! The Two Cool Sports. y Wm. R. Eyster.

215 Parson Jim, Km: of the Cowboys. By
Ca tain Frederick Whittaker.

216 T to Corsair Planter; or, Driven to
Doom. By Col. Prentiss ingraham.

217 The Serpent of El Page; or, Frontier
Frank, the Scout of the Rio Grande. By Buck-
ckln Sam. -

218 The \t’lld nnntrcss; or, The Big Squat‘
icr's Vengeance. By Ca t. MayneReid.

219 'i he Scorpion Brot tern: or, Mad Tom‘s
Mission. Dy Contain Mark Wilton.

220 The Specter Yacht. By Col. P. Ingraham.

221 Desperate Duke the Guadaloupe “Ga-

. By Buckskin am.
22.. the Blizzard - or, Red Jack's Double
' By Edward Willett.

223 Canyon Dave the Man of the Mountain.
Div Ca tain Marl: !Wiltc u.

221 l. lac Benrd, tho Buccaneer: or, The

‘ ('711‘58 of the Con: t. L‘y Col. P. lngmham.

225 Rocky Mountain A]. By Buckskin Sam.

226 "film ill at! "assure; or, The 0’s and the
Mac’s. By Cart. F. Whittaker.

227 Buckshot Ben, the Man-Hunter of Idaho.
By Ca t. Mark Wilton.

228 The aroon. By Capt. Mayne Reid.

229 Cu nuin Culslceve ' or, Touch-Me-Not, the
Litt e Sport. By Wm.  Eyster.

23 The Fl In;r Dutchman of 1880; or,
Who was analcrde ken. By Capt. Whittaker.
The Kid Glove Miner; or, The Magic
'Doctor of Golden Gulch. By Inzraham.

. Orson Oxx. the Man of. Iron; 01‘. The River
hystery. By Isaac Hawks. ,
’I' to Old Boy of Tombstone: or,

By J. E. Bmlcer.

Wagering a Life on n. Card.
By Capt. Mayne

'Il‘h? liuntcru’ Feast.

:eit.

lied Lightning, the Man of Chance. By

Col. Prentiss ingraliain.

(‘ham nion Sum. By Col. '1‘. H. Monster-y.

Long- [aired Max. By Capt. M. Wilton.

Hank Hound. the Crescent City Detec-

tive. By Anthony P. Morris.

. The Terrible Trio. By Buckskin Sam.

.10 A Cool Head; or. Orson Oxx in Peril. By
Isaac Hawks.

241 Spitfire Saul. King of the Bustiers. By

Jos E. Badger. ..
242 The Fog Devil; or, Tho Skipper cf the
Flash. By Capt. Fred \\ hittakcr.
243 The Pilgrim shar n llv Buffalo Bill.
244 Merciless Mart, t o Man-Tiger of Mis-
souri. By Buckskin Sam.
245 Barranca Bill, The Revolver Champion.
. By Captain Mark Hilton.
246 Queen Helen. the Amazon of the Over-
land. By Col. Prentiss Ingmham.
247 A ligntor Ike or. The Secret of the Ever-
}: o. By Capt. d. Whittaker.
248 Montana Not. the Lion of Last Chance
. amp. By Edward Willett.
249 Elephant Tom of Durance; or, Your
Gold-Dust or Your Life. By Joe. E. Badger. Jr.
250 The Rough Riders; or. Sharp-Eye, the
Seminole Scourge. B Luckskin Sam.
251 Tiger Dick vs. ron Dcspard ; or.
Every Man Has His Match. By P. S. Warne.
252 The Wall Street Blood 3 or. TickTick,the
Telegra in Girl. By Albert W. Aiken.
ee Cossack ' or, The Queen of the
By Capt. Fret erick Whittaker.
254 Giant Jake, the Patrol of the Mountain.
. By Newton M. Curtis.

255 The Pirate Priest. By Col. P. Ingraham.
256 Double Dan. the Bastard: or, The Pirates
of the Pecos. By Buckskin Sam.
" 257 Death-Trap Diggings' or, A Hard Man
from ’Way Back. By Joseps E. Badger, Jr.

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The Terrible Tonk auvny ; or. 01d Rocky

 

258 Bullet Bend, the Colorado Bravo. By
Captain Mark Wilton

‘ 259 (‘ntlnsn and (Inner or. The Ghouls of the
The Man in Red; or, The Guest. of the ‘

Sea. 14y Cal. Prentiss ngraha m.
260 The Masked lllystery. By A. P. Morris.
261 lilueix Mun, the Prairie Thunderbolt; or,
The Bandit-Hunters. By Col. Jo Yards.
262 Fighting I'ulll, the Terror of the Toughs.
By Col. Thomas Hoyt r Monstery.

263 Iron-Armed A be, the Hunchback De-
stroyer. Captain Mark Wilton.

264 The Crooked Three ' or, The Black
Hearts of the Gaudalnpu. By Buckskin Sam.

265 (Did Double-Sword ° or Pilots and Pi-
rates. By Capt. Fred. Whittaker.

266 Leopard Luke, the King of Horse-Thieves.
By Captain Mark Wilton.

267 The White Sqllll\\'. iiy Car-t. Mayne Reid

268 Magic Mike the Man of Frills: or. Bad
Ben‘s Bad Briga o. By \\iiii;m1. R. Eystcr.

269 The flu on Bravo ; or, The Terrible Trail.
l’ly Bucks in Sam.

270 \ nd ran, the Free Rover; or, The Pirates
Daughter. By Ned Buutline.

271 Stoneii-t. 01‘ Big N ugget Bend; or, Old
Kctchum’s Tug: of War. y Capt. Mark \\ ilton.

272 Seth Sloelun Railroad Survevor; or. The
Secret of Siting .ull. By Capt F. Whittaker.

273 Mountain Mose, the Gorge Outlaw. By
Buckskin Sam.

274 Flu sh F red. he Mississippi Sport : or,
Tough Times in T unessec.. By Ed. V» illett.

275 The Smuggler Cutter; or, The Cavern in

- the Cliff. Ilv J. D. Conroy.

276 Texas Chick. the Southwest Detective.
By Captain Mark Wilton

277 The Saucy Jane, Privateer. By Capt.
Frederick Whittaker.

278 Hercuch Golds nlr, the Man of the Velvet
Hand. B Captain , oward Holmes.

279 The Go d-Dragon. By Wm. H. Manning.

280 Block-Hons Ben ' or, Tiger Dick's Lone
Hand. By Philip S. ame.

28 1 The Sea llwl ; or. The Lady Captain of the
Gulf. By Col. Prentiss ingraham.

282 The Merciless Mumudcrn; or. Chap-
arral Carl‘s Revenge. By Buckskin Sam.

283 Sleek Sam, the Devil of the Mines; or, The
Sons of the Fitry Cross. By Jos. E. Badger. Jr.

284 The Three Frigates; or, Old Ironsndes'

venge. By Capt. Fred. Whittaker.

285 Lightniniz Bolt the Can on Terror: or.
The Mounts :1 Cat‘s Cmdve. y .tlark Wilton.

286 Pistol Johnny. 132 Joseph E. Badger, Jr.

287 Dandy Dave and His Horse. White Stock-
in ; or. Ducats or Death. By Buckskin Sam.

288 E ectro Pete, the Man of Fire: or The
Wharf Rats of Locust Point. By A. P. Morris.

289 Flush Fred’s Full "and' or. Life and
Strife in Louisiana. By Edward Willett.

290 The Lost l‘orvettc; or, Blakeley‘s Last
Cruise. By Ca 15. Fred. Whit taker.

291 Horseshoe Innis, the Man of Big Luck.
1%; Capt. Mark Wilton.

292 oke Horner, the Boss Roustabout. By
Joseph E. Badger. Jr.

293 Stam ede Move. l‘y Buckskin Sam.

294 Broa cloth Burt. the Denver Dandy. By
Captain Howard Holmes.

295 old Proms-Eye the Maverick-Hunter. By
Capt. Frederick Whittaker.

296 Duncan, the Scav'Divcr; or, The Coast
Vultures. By George St. George.

297 Colorado Ru he, the Strong Arm of Hot-
slpur City. By Wm. H. Ma'inin r.

298 .ogucr Lem; or. Life on Peril in the
Pine Woods. By Edward Willett.

299 Three of a Kind. Tiger Dick. Iron Des-
pard. and the Sportive Sport. By P. S. Warne.

300 A Sport in Spa taclos. By Wm. R. Eyster.

301 Bowlder Bill; or. The Man from Taos.
By Buckskin Sam.

302 Faro Soul, the Handsome Hercules: or, The
Grip of Steel. By J oseph E. Badger, Jr. -

303 Top-Notch Tom, the Cowboy Outlaw; or.
The Satanstown Election. By Cant. Whittaker.

304 Texas Jack the Prairie Rattler: or. The
Queen of the Wild Bidets. By Buffalo Bill.

305 Sichr-Plntcd Sol, theMontana Rover. By
Capt. Mark Wilton. '

306 The “(Highs of Richmond: or, The
Mystery of the Golden Beetle. By A. I’. Morris.

307 The Phantom Pirate; or, The Water
Wolves of the Bahamas. By 001. [ngmhaxn

308 Hemlock Hank, Tough and True. By
Edward Willett.

309 Raybold. the Battling Ranger. By
Buckskin Sam.

310 Who Marshal of Satanstown.
Capt. Frederick Whittaker. ‘

31 1 Heavy "and, the Relentless. By Captain
Mark Wilton.

312 Kinkioot Karl, The Mountain Scourge;
or. Wiping Out the Score. By Morris Redwing.

313 gait-1:: Magic, Detective. ByAnthony :

or .
314 Lafitte' or. The Pirate of the Gulf. By
If. Ingraham.
The Squat.

Prof. J.

315 Flu-h Fred’s Double; or
ter’s League of Six. By Edward ’Wiilett.

316 Imfltte’s Lieutenant; or. Theodore. the
Child of the Sea. By Prof. J. H. lng‘raham.

317 Frank Lightforfi the Minor Detective;
or. Foilowiuga Blind than. By J. E. Badger.

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31 8 The Indian Buccaneer; or. Red Rovers
on Blue Waters. By Col. Prentiss Ingralnm.
\Vild Bill, the Whirlwind of the \‘i est. By
Buffalo Bill.

'I he Gcnteel Spotter. By A. W. Aiken
California Cloud c. the Lone Bandit. By
Captain Howard Holmes.

The l‘rimson (la you s. By Buckskin Sam.
Hotspur Hugh; or The Banded Brothers
of the Giant’s Arm. l y Captain Mai k Wilton.
om Forked - Lightning, the Solitary;
or, Every Inch 0. Man. By Jos. E. i adgrr. r.
The Gentlelnun I'll-Inc; or. The Her-
mit of Crisco 1 ay. By Col. P. Ingrahnm.
'l'ho ‘Vhitest Man in the Mines; or,
The Dog-Town Crowd. 1 y Capt. F. Whittaker.
Terrapin Bit k the Wild Woods Deteo
tive. By Edward Willi tt.

King Kent; 01‘, The Bandits of the Baron.
By Buckskin Sam.

The League of Th roe; or, Buffalo Bill’s
Pledge. By Col Prentiss Ingraham.

Pop 001', the Quaker my D. tective. By
Chas. Morris.

(‘lllnpn Pllurlcy,tl:e Gold Nugget Sport; or,
The Rocky Mountain Masks. By J. E. Badger.
Spring-llch Jock. By Col. Monstery.
Derringer Deck, the Man with the Drop.
By Wm. R. Eyster. '

The Cipher Detective; or Mark Magic
on a New Trail. By A. P. Morris.

Flash Dan, the Nahob; or. The Blades of
Bowie Bar. By Capt. H. Holmes.

The Magic Shi r; or. The Freerooters of
Sandy Hook. By 0] Prentiss Ingraham.
old Gabe, the Mountain Tramp. By Ed.
Willett. '

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338 Jack Sands, Sport. By Philip S. Warns.
339 Elm-0nd Eagle Sam the Hercules Hide-
unter. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr.

340 Cool Conrad. the Dakota Detective. By
Capt. H. Holmes.

341 The Sea Desperado. By Colonel Prentiss
Ingraham.

342 Blanco Bill, the Mustang Monarch. By
Buckskin Sam

343 The He: (1 Hunter; or, Mark Magic in
the Mines. By A. P. Morris.

344 Double Shot Dave of the Lei! Hand.
By Wm. R Eyster.

345 Mo skccl Mark, the Mounted Detective.
By J os. E. Badger. Jr.

346 Ocean Guerrillns; or. The Planter Mid-
shipman. By 001. Prentiss Ingrabam.

347 Centipede Sam, the Death Spider oi Tex-
as. By Capt. Howard Holmes.

348 Dan Dillon, Kiuz of Crosscut: or. A Wo-
man‘s Wild Work. By Edward \\ illett.

349 Lion-Hearted Dick the Gentleman Road-
Agcnt. By Albert W. Aiken.

350 Flush Falcon, the Society Detective. By
Weldon J. Cobb.

351 Nor! Wen Nick the Border Detective; 01',
Dan Brown‘s Fight taci- Life. By J. E. Badger.

352 The Desperate Dozen. By Cap. Howard
Holmes.

353 Barb Brennan, the Train Wrecker. By
John Cuthbert.

354 Red Richard ' or. The Brand of the Crim-
son Cross. By Alhert W. Aiken. _

355 Stormy Steve, the Mad Athlete. By Jos. E.
Badger, Jr.

3 56 Th rec Handsome Sharps. By Wm. R.
Eyster.

357 Jack Simons, Detective; or. The
Wolves of W ashington. By A. P. Morris.

358 grain: Prince of Pan-Out. By Buckskin

359 Yellow Jack, the Mestizo; or, Tiger Dick
to the Rescue. By Philip S. Warne.

360 J limping J errv, the Ga mecock from Sun;
down. By Joe. E. Badger. Jr.

361 Tombstone Dick. By Ned Bumline.

362 Buil‘alo Bill’s Grip. By Colonel Prentiss
Ingraham.

363 Crowning Shield the Sleuth; or. Fitness
as Death. By Albert \ . Aiken. Ready Oct, 7,

364 The Sea Fugitive; or. the Queen of the
Coast. B 001. Prentiss lngraham. Ready
October 1 .

365 Keen Eel-hard. the Shasta Shadow: or,
The Branded Face. By Capt. Howard Holmes.

‘ Ready October 21.

366 The Telegraph Detoctive' or. The Dy-
namite League By George Benry Mono.
Ready October 28.

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