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Red Butterfly,

OR

BUFFALO BILl’S LEAGUE.

A Story of Real Characters of “Mid
\Vestern Life.

BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM.

C EIA P I‘E R I.
STANDING AT BAY.

A MAN was flying for his life across the wild
Western plains, urging his tired horse onward
with spur and voice, and glancing backward
from time to time with the look of one who
gazed into the face of death.

His panting horse was doing all he could, and
his staggering gait showed that the pace had
been long and hot, while his bleedin flanks re-
vealed the cruel punishment he ha received
from the rider’s spurs.

The country was broken, here and there a
plain, a hill, a valley, with bunches of timber
scattered about on the streams winding their
way over the scene every few miles.

Far behind the horseman were the foot-hills,
with a mountain range beyond, and from these
his trail led.

The man was dressed in the garb of a Western
miner, and from the lugga ehe carried, it seemed
that his horse bore a weig t scarcely less heavy
than the rider.

His face was heavily bearded his beard long,
and his hair fell below his shoulders.

As he reached a rise on the trail, where werea
few rocks and some timber, a party of horsemen
dashed out of a thicket a quarter of mile in his
rear.

They were a wild-looking lot of men, and were
pressing their horses hard to overtake the horse-
man upon whom they had been steadily gaining
for a con le of hours or more.

Beyon him the fu itive beheld an open plain
for miles, and the (1 shout of his pursuers told
him that they now felt sure of their game.

They came out of the timber in a long-drawn-
out string, according to the speed of their
horses, but the fugitive counted seven in num-

ber. -

“ My God! I must settle it right here, for they
:ould catch me on the open plain yonder did I

eep on.

“ Seven of them I have to fight and I have
but two shots left in my rifle, and but one re-
volver loaded.

“ If they kill me, they get my fortune, too—
the fortune for which I ave worked so hard
and so long.

“ Come, my good horse, we must fight them i”

 

 

and the man wheeled the animal in among the '

rocks, dismounted and sought a vantage ground
where he could command the approach to his
sition.

He stood at bay with white face, but stern,
fearless and determined.

He knew that it was to be a fight to the bit-
ter end—that he must beat ofi? seven or go un-
der.

He held his rifle ready, with but two shots in
the ma azine, for it was a repeater, and his re-
volver ay at hand upon the rock in front of
him.

Another revolver was in his belt, but it was
unloaded. .

Among the rocks, and sheltered from a show-
er of bullets, stood his horse, his head down-
bent, his sides heaving under the terrible strain
he had been put to.

It was the fugitive’s last stand, where the end
would be life or death to him.

The horsemen came on with a rush up the
hill, the leader bein well mounted and heavily
armed, while his arkly-bronzed face wore a
sneer of triumph, as he seemed to know the
trail and felt that beyond, on the plain, the
fu itive would be overtakeu._

ehind him, stretched out in single file, came
hissix followers.

That the horseman had halted in the timber
tostand at bay, did not seem to strike any of
them, and they could not have told until the
reached the spot where the fugitive stood awai
ing them. -

he leader dashed on into easy range, yet the
fugitive did not fire. .

‘ I must et one with each shot of my rifle,"
he muttered: grimly while he waited until the
second man was well in range. .

Then the rifle came suddenly to his shoulder,
and the sharp report followed.

A quick movement of the muzzle, without .

noting the result of his first shot, and a second
re rt rung out.
ban to the ground was thrown the now use-

 

The first shot had sent the leader from his
saddle, and he lay like one dead.

The second shot had dropped the seCond mun
likewise, while the pistol-shot had brought down
the horse, but missed the rider.

The others now halted, held a short consulta-
tion, when, suddenly, the leader arose from the
ground, and though he staggered as if hurt, ran
rapidly back to his companions, whom the man
whose horse had been killed had also joined.

The second man, however, did not rise, for
the bullet had pierced his brain.

“ Three shots gone, and yet six men to meet,
and but four loads more left in my revolver,”
muttered the man at bay, yet he stood his

round fearlessly to await the alternative, add-
ing, in a low tone: .
‘ A few minutes more must tell the story-‘-
Ahi there they come, now 1”

CHAPTER II.
THE MAD CHIEF.

THE pursuers of the man at bay had lost no
time in Ereparing for a rush upon his position
among t e rocks.

The leader had mounted another horse, as his
own had trotted on and was feeding near the
rocks, and putting three of his men on foot, to
advance as skirmishers, the other two and him-
self were to make a charge direct upon the
enemy.

At a signal from the leader they all started,
the men on foot firing with their rifles as they
fidvgnced, and the horsemen with revolvers in

an .

The man at bay stood firm as the rocks above
him, raised his revolver and fired, and the lead-
er’s horse went down, but the rider caught on
his feet and pressed on.

Then the revolver dropped from the hand of
the man at bay from the shock of a bullet cut‘
ting into his arm.

He stooped nick] and picked it up, but it
missed fire, an the t ought came over him that
death was not aminute away, when, suddenly,
from behind, came a whirring sound, then a
sharp report and two of his assailants bit the
dust, while from among the rocks dashed two
forms one with a bow and arrow at a ready,
the other holding a revolver.

A volley of shots answered from the charging
party, and one of those who had come to the
rescue uttered a wild, ringing war-cry and fell
in his tracks.

A cr of alarm, of hatred and fury com-
mingl broke from the ii of the other rescu-
er, and the revolver rattl forth shot after shot
as the shooter recklessly advanced from cover,
when, in dismay, the attacking force, now
dwindled down to three, one of whom was the
leader, remounted their horses and fled from
the scene.

Then the man at bay turned to see who had so
opportuner come to his aid.

0 his amazement he saw that they were In—
diansi

One, a lar 6 man in full war-paint and wear-
ing the h dress of a chief, lay extended upon
the ground, while b his side knelt a young
girl of scarcely over ourteen, and from her lips
broke a moaning cry like the mournful cooing
of a dove for its lost mate.

In an instant the stran or was by her side,
when she looked up into is face and said, in
broken English:

d_“ ,I’atolla, the great medicine-chief, must
ie.

A girlish form of grace and symmetry—a face
rarely beautiful in spite of its red hue—large,
lustrous eyes—teeth white as snow, and even—
and a costume of beaded and embroidered buck-
skin and head-dress of gay feathers were what
the white man looked upon.

The chief was breathing heavily, his liand up-
on his side from which a scarlet stream issued,
ebbing his life rapidly away. ' _

His pursuers were forgotten by the white man
in the scene he now looked upon, and though he
suffered from a wound in his right shoulder, he
knelt by the side of the dying chief and said,

softl :

“ The chief has lost his life in saving mine.”

The eyes of the warrior opened, and he said,
with an effort:

“ Has the ale-face forgotten how he saved
Patoila from is foes many moons ago?”

“ Ah, your memory is better than mine chief
for only now I remember you, and how Isav
you from the miners.”

“ Yes, Patolla remembers; but he is going
now to the happy hunting-grounds of his people:
but his heart s ull of sorrow, for his friendship
for the Pale—faces made his ple hate him and
drive h m with Go—won-go rom his villa e.

“ He is going, and Go—won-go, his chil , must
take the trail with him to the happy hunting-
grounds.”

As the dying chief uttered these words he
suddenly drew from his belt‘ his knife and
made a thrust at the heart of the young girl,
who did not make the slightest effort to avmd
the blow.

But, with a cry of horror, the man at bay

 

less rifle, and the man at ba seized his revolver caught in his already wounded arm the blade,

from the rock and leveled a the third man, and

 

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The chief fell back, fairly writhing with
agony, while he said, brokenly:

“The pale-face has saved the Red Butterfly——
he must be a father to her, for the Mad Chief
must go alone on the long trail.”

“ I will be a father to the Red Butterfly,
chief, so help me Heaven!" came fervently from
the lips of the white man, and he rested his
doubly-wounded arm, in which still stuck the
lndian’s knife, upon the head of the Red Butter-

yThe face of the dying Indian lighted with joy
at the words of the white man, and, a moment
after, from his lips Came, in a weird chanting
tone, his song of death!

Neither the ale—face nor the Indian girl
broke in upon that dying song of the once great
medicinechief, until it grew fainter and fainter,
and at last died away in a murmur.

At last it ceased; a shudder ran through the
stalwart frame, and I’atollri, the “Mad Chit-i ”
of the Sioux, was at rest forever.

The girl’s head bent over until it rested upon
the stilled heart of her father. Softly arose the
white man and crept away on tiptoe. The
mourner was alone with her dead.

The white man (gazed out upon the lain be-
yond the rocks an beheld four rostra human
forms, and two horses, while, eeding near by
was the splendid black horse of the leader and
further away was an animal of one of his
men.

With his revolver in hand, and which had but
one shot left, the man walked to the nearest of
the dead pursuers. _

Bending over he felt for his heart, but it was
stilled by death.

He went to another, and another, and they
likewise were found to be dead.

The fourth moved as he approached and half
raised his rifle, when the revolver of the fugi‘
tive was leveled and he called out: _

“Drop that weapon! Don’t force me to kill a
wounded man 1”

“Correct, pardl I don’t want to die, but I
guess I’ve got to,” spoke the man on the
ground.

The miner approached in a kindly way and
said, after a short examination:

“ Not dead yet, for this arrow-wound on your
head stunned you doubtless, but it is slight, and
the bullet-wound in your arm is not serious. I’ll
dress it for you, and you can mount yonder
horse and go your way. ’

“ And get what pickings I can from my rds
yonder?” avariciously asked the man, w th a
hoo‘l’rt of delight to know he was not seriously

u .

“ Yes; as it is a case of dog eat dog. take “n
they have got, except their ammunition; that I
want. Had I an , would have stood your cut-
throat band off, ong ago.”

“ You is game pard; but I eases had it not
been for that In un chief, an his gal, the Red
Butterfly, you’d ave turned up your toes.”

“ You know them, then!”

“ Yes, the chief 0t out with his people be-
ca’se he rotected t e whites and they drove
him and is purty darter off from the lay-outs,
and they has been a—rovin’ ’ronnd ever since
and hev spoilt several leetle jobs we hed ter hold
up coaches by informin’ on us, for what them
two, don’t know 0’ trails hain’t wu’th l’arn—
in’.’ '

“ ou belong to Kit Quantrel’s hand, then, I
take it?" '

“ I docs belong to ther band they calls the Red
Buzzards o’ the verland, pard, fer ther’ hain’t
no use 0’ lyin’, seein’ as how yer knows.”

“I thought it was the Red Buzzards in pur-
suit of me, but was not sure. Your leader,
Quantrel, ped?”

“ He allus does,” was the laconic re ly.

“ Well, you be off quick, before I c nge my
mind and kill you, as on deserve!” was the .
stern command of the nor.

 

CHAPTER III.
A nan BUZZABD.

11 who had acknowledged that he was
a Eiffefiumm " was considerably startled by
the stern and unexpected command of the
miner.

He had been seated upon the ground, and now
rose as quickly as he could, but the miner saw
that he was dizzy and suffered from his wounds,
so said in a changed tone:

“ Hold! I will not drive you away to die from
your, wounds, so let me dress them as best I
can.

In spite of his own most nful and severe
wounds, he drew a large han kerchief from his
pocket, and tearing it in strips, bound up the

ash in the head, a ter which e did the same
or the shot in the arm, the bullet haying cut its
way through and through. All_ this kindness,
notwithstanding the man, by his own confes-
sion, was one to! a hand of outlaws known far
and wide as a merciless lot.

These wretches had gained the name of Red
Buzzards from their cruel deeds and constant
robberies, and it was said that Kit Quantrel,
their chief, was never known to show mercy.

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gerous,” and he was wont to do all in his pow-
er to cover up his acts by taking the lives of his
victims.

Splendidly mounted, armed to the teeth, with
no known retreat, and roaming over a vast ex—
tent of country, while they numbered some
twenty or thirty horsemen, the Red Buzzards
were a terror to the Overland trails, the border
settlements and the mining-camps alike.

Many a grave along the Overlaan showed
where a victim of the band had been slain, and
such a terror had they become that armed es-
corts frequently had to accompany the coach or
a wagon-train, and even then they were not safe
from an attack.

“ Pard, l is awful sorry we jumped you, for
we got wu’sted, and I tells yer I thanks yer fer
bein kind ter me, sparin’ my life and now a-
iixin’ me up fer keeps.

“ I won’t fergit it, an’ ef I does, may I never
rob another pilgrim.”

“ After the close call you have had it would
be well for on to change your life of evil.”

“It can’t 0 did, pard, and I’ll tell you why,
if you wants ter know.”

“ Well?"

“ Yer see, I were cut out fer a sinner, and I
are branded fer life. I kilt a teller back at
home beca’se he cut me out with my gal, and
they jailed me to keep ontil the hangman got
readly to string me up. _

“ 'ot away one night by knockin’ ther par-
son w 0 come ter pray with me, on ther head
and riggin’ up in his outfit and going out. I
didn’t mean ter kill ther rson, only to stun
him, but I hit too hard, an he went under.

“So yer see, ef I tarned repentant I’d be
hanged, and I rather live a sinner than die a
Christian, don’t yet see, pard?

“I tried minin’, and it panned out pretty
well, on] I got too flip with keerds and the
boys of ed ock Valley give me jist two min-
utes’ start of ’em ter git out o’ther camps. I
.got and bullets were a—whistlin’ round‘my heels
as went; so, as Poker Jack had no reg’lar
abidin’-place, he hunted u Cap’n Kit Quantrel
and "ined the Red Buzzar , don’t yer see?”

“ see that you are an unmitigated scoundrel,
and I half regret not killing you as I came

I,

"‘ Pard, don’t feel bad about it, fer some day
maybe you may live to see me hang. Yersaid
I can pick my pards afore I levanted, didn’t

yer!”

‘.‘ Yes, Buzzard that you are, pick their pock-
ets and move ofl,’or 1’] change my mind about
letting you 8° “‘1 tulle you on to the settle-
ments.”

“ I’m off, pard, at once. v

“ But let me tell you to git out 0’ this, too, for
Kit Quantrel hain’t no man to stand a set-back
in patience, and he’ll be lookin’ for your scalp
mighty soon." _ .

‘ He is welcome to it if he can get it square] ;
but how did you know of in coming, for e
was ambushed for me, and ca led me y
when he ordered me to halt?”

“ Yer see, we has had orders ter watch yer
since yer went inter ther mountin s hunting fer
gold, and they had it reported in t e camps that
you hed struck it rich.

“ Oh, yes, we knows yer, Yankee Dan, and
has been layin’ fer yer two years, we Red Buz-
zards hev.’

“- And found me at last.”

“ Yas, we found yer and got left; but fer them
Injuns we’d hev hed yer life and them bags full
0’ gold yer carries.”

‘ I admit it, for the Indians saved me.”

“ Waal, -I su poses yer’ll stick to them fel-
keeps, now, an old Mad Chief will tell yer what
his gold mine is hid away.”

The miner saw that the outlaw did not know
of thechief’s death. so said:

“His gold mine?”

“ Yas, fer he knows whar gold are lying
thick, they as s, and the Vigilantes were ago-
in’ ter make im tell or die, when you chipped
in and saved him, so turn about is as fair play,
in this case, yer see.”

“ Yes, and I now know what their ame was
-—not that they suspected him 0 wrong-
doing, but meant to force him to reveal his so-
cret.

“ Waal, I guesses he’ll take on inter partner-
ship, and maybe 've yer his arter, for it hain’t
so oncommon a t ing for a pale-face ter marry
a Injun, seein’ as I has read how Pocahontas set
ther example, and £1: likely, won’t go back on
a In'un heiress ef ”

“ ome, be off, air!”

The stem command convinced the outlaw that
no more trifling would be allowed, and he at
once replied:

. “Yas, Pard Yankee Dan, I’m a-gettin’ ready
ter tramp myself immediate.

“ Yer said I c’u’d take ther chief’s horse!”

“ No, yonder animal,” and the miner pointed
to the other horse some distance away.

“ I’m gone; but, luck ter yer evermore says I,
and I’m not ther man ter fergit yer.”

So sayin Poker Jack made his way to the
bodies of is companions, robbed them, and
quickly walking away soon mounted the horse
which the minor had pointed to, and rode
away. .

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CHAPTER 1V. 1
THE RED BUTTERFLY.

THE miner, whom the outlaw had addressed
as Yankee Dan, watched Poker Jack until, with
a wave of the hand he disappeared from sight
on the back trail, and then he walked toward the
splendid black horse which had been ridden by
Chief Quantrel.

The horse looked up at his coming, laid his
ears back and with an angry whinny started
toward him.

Had the miner flinched, or attempted tojfly,
his death would have been certain; but, instead,
he showed utter fearlessness, and leveling his
revolver full at the vicious animal spoke to him
in a voice that commanded obedience, for, paus-
ing a moment, the beautiful creature acknow—
ledged his master and trotting up to him was as
submissive as a slave.

He was, in truth, a superb beast. His equip-
ments consisted of a handsome saddle, silver-
mounted, a horse-hair bridle and silver bit,
with revolvers in the holsters and a rifle swung
to the massive saddle—horn.

“Quite a prize, and most acceptable, as those
outlaws killed my riding horse when they fired
upon me from ambush.

“It was fortunate that they missed me and
my led horse with my gold, so that I escaped,”
mused the miner and he led the black steed back
toward the timber and hitched him there.

His next work was to carry the bodies of the
three dead outlaws to a waterwash and place
them in it, after which he piled rocks around
and over them. .

This had taken some little time, and return-
ing to where he had left the Indian girl and
the dead chief, he beheld her seated by her
father’s stiffening form, her head bent low, her
hands covering her face.

“ I feel for the Red Butterflv in her sorrow;
I will be as a father to her now,” said the miner,
in a low, kind voice.

The girl took her hands from over her face,
and it was revealed haggard and full of ' 'n,
strangely changed by her hour or more 0 sor-
row.

But she arose and responded:

“ The pale-face gold—hunter is good to the Red
Butterfly; she wil trust him, and he will be her
father, for she has no country, no people, no
kindred now.”

He held forth his hand and took hers, while
he re lied:

“ he Red Butterfly shall have a home and
be happy once more; but now, let us lay the
chief to rest in his last sleep."

“ Go-won- 0 will obey,” she said softly.

And the in nor sought a secluded spot amon
the rocks where a close clump of pines grew an
with his knife began to dig a ve.

In silence she went to war and aided him,
using her own knife rapidly, while, with a tin
plate taken from his pack-horse, the miner threw
out the loose earth. .

At last the grave was dug, and the body of
the chief, wrapped in the red blanket of the
minor, was laid in its last resting-place.

The grave was filled in, and the mound cov-
ered completely with heavy stones to keep off
the wolves.

Then, in a low, musical voice, Go—won- o
chanted the death-song of her people, while t e
miner stood with uncovered head.

“ He has one to the happy hunting-grounds,"
he said, at ast, as the eatb-song ended, and
he added:

“flqu we must look to our own safety, But-
ter a '

“ es, white chief, we must go far away
from here,” she answered, sadly.

“ Where are your horses?” he asked.

“Yonder.”

And she pointed to the timber.

“The Mad Chief saw you coming and white
wolves on your trail, and we came to aid you,"
she explained, sim ly.

“ And you sav my life and my fortune, for
in these deerskin bags, Go-won-go, are many
thousands of dollars in gold.

“ Now bring your horses and I will get mine,
so‘ye can 0 on our way.”

Won] the pale-face gold-hunter have the
Red Butterfly go toward the rising sun with
bring? shelaslrielald.

88: take you to in peOple, and you
Wm be has? for you shall earn as the pale.
faces do, an live amon them.”

“ Gfi'zzgfo Willibg glad,” she saigiflvghile her
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ha gard look from her Face. ' m

be turned away to go after her horses, and
the miner stood gazing after her, while he re-
called all he ha heard of Patolla, the Mad
Chief, and his beautiful daughter.

strange stories were told in the cam of
their prowess and courage, and it was sai that
the Indian and his daughter knew the country
as no 'white guide did, having tracked it over
in their wanderings for half a dozen years.

Rumor had it, too. that with rifle, revolver
and bow and arrow Go—won-go was a dead shot,
while she was a. rider of wondrous skill, and
could throw a lariat canal to a Mexican, follow
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“ I shall educate her, and adopt her as iny
child, making her my heiress, as I have no near
kindred to have claims upon my gold," mused
the miner, as be tightened the horses of his
pack-home, which had served him so well.

Soon after Go-won-go came in sight, riding a
wiry pony, and with the chief’s horse and a
pack-animal following.

Mounting the black of tho outlaw chief, and
leaving his Own pack-animal to follow, the gold-
hunter led the way along the trail eastward,
Go-won-go riding by his side, and the other two
Indian ponies bringing up the rear.

CHAPTER V.
MINER’S Roosr.

AWAY up in the mountains, where yellow
metal had been found in paying quantities, was
Miner‘s Roost, a place not inappropriately
named when its location on a mountain-side
was taken into consideration.

But for the fact that a hunter had found gold
on the mountain one day, and carried back to
the settlement a bagful of it, Miner’s Roost
would doubtless have been unknown to fame
even at this time; but he could not keep his se-
cret, and so many an adventurous spirit turned
his steps toward the mountain, and before long
the Overland stage compan ran a coach there
on semi-monthly trips, an found that it paid
handsomely.

The “ Roost ” really was a succession of min-
in -cam with the center of attraction the ter-
minus 0 the Overland coach trail, where was a
shanty hotel, the company’s stables, with an ex-
tra coach or two, and a score or more of good
animals.

There was a gambling saloon known as

“ Fortune’s Favorite,” several drinking saloons,
a blacksmith shop, two rival stores and half a
huiidred miners’ cabins within the radius of a
mi 8. '
Such was Miner’s Roost at the time of which
I write, and in addition to a number of honest
miners who made it their headquarters, were
three times that number of lawless spirits, who
mined a little, gambled a great deal, kept un-
comfortably loaded with lhuor, and were “on
the shoot” from sunrise to sunrise.

If the sheriff had come there looking for men
guilty of murder, and had selected at random,
in seven cases out of ten he would not have gone
wrong in his pick.

When the coach came in on a Sunday after-
noon it was an event of such importance that
half the people in Miner’s Roost got drunk in
honor of its coming, and upon its departure
every Wednesday a ternoon a half~day off for
an orgie was taken b the tougher citizens.

One pleasant Sab th afternoon all of the
miners were gathered as usual in the saloons
the gambl' hall in rt of “The Overland
Lodge,” as andlord e Thomas (or, as he
was nicknamed, Tom and erry), called what I
will speak of, through courtesy, as hotel.

They were congregated awaiting the arrival
of the coach, bearing the mail, passengers or
anything destined for Miner’s Roost.

hard crowd the looked, and hard they
were, for though bus ‘y beards an long hair

 

,more than half—concealed many an honest face,

a majority of the number would have been
ready for any deviltry that might ofler an en-
tertainment to their lawless natures.

Among the group were several strange faces,
late comers to the Boost, and who seemed anx-
ious to attract as little attention as possible.

Three men ke t apart from the others, large-
framed, beard and rough-looking, but whose
antecedents had not been looked into by the
miners, who took all new-comers upon their
own say-so until fitting opportunity occurred to
(l them.”

Another stranger was present, whose pres-
ence perhaps somewhat overawcd the miners,
for he wore the garb of a frontier person.

He was
cut, wore a white tie about his neck, had his
pantaloons stuck in his high boot-tops, and his
slouch hat was of sable hue and encircled by a
band of crepe.

His face was smoothly shaven, his black hair
worn long, and there was a suspicion that Par-
son Prim, as he called himsel , could hold his
own in a scrimmage with mankind as well as
the devil, or his loo s belied him. .

He wore spectacles and tortured his hand-
some face into an expression of sanctity that
seemed painful.

No weapons were visible on his person, though
he did wear a belt, but swinging to it was a
buckskin bag which looked as though it was
flllrebd with books.

e
he expressed it to do good, and Miner's Roost
was certainly the place where he was needed,
whether his services would be acceptable or
not.

“ Sunset Sam are late tor-day, parson,” re-
marked a miner.

“ And who is Sunset Sam my brother!” asked
Parson Prim, in his deep v0 00.

“ Waal, now, I fergits yer hasn’t hung out
here a week yit, so hain’t seen Sunset Sam; but
he are ther best man as holds ther ribbons on
ther Overland, fer he kin outdrive any of ’em,

dressed in a suit of black. of clerical 

person had come among the heathen, as '

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and w'u’d flght ther devil with spurs on ef it
wuz fer ther good 0’ ther comp’ny,” explained
the miner.

" Then I take it he is the stage-driver?"

“ Yas, arson, thet’s jist what he be— Hark!
does yer ear ther muSic 0’ his horn? and Sun-
set kin blow it, too," and there arcse from the
winding trail belOW the sounu of a stage-horn.

Soon after the coach came in sight, with Sun-
set Sam on the box, and the miners gathered
excitedly around to welcome it.

Sunset Sam, a dashing-looking border prince
of the reins, threw the lines on the backs of his
wheelers after he had halted, and called out:

“ A fresh team, landlord, for orders are t ) run
the old hearse throu h now down the other side
of the mountain to l- zird Times, and that leaves
Miner’s Roost out as :1 terminus.

“ Hitch ’em, boys, for l’m in a hur , bein’ a
leetle late and anxious to reach Hard imes by

ni ht.
g‘ Meanwhile I’ll take a drink and a bite.”
And Sam lea d from his box, and two pas-
sengers whose estination was Miner’s Roost got
out, leaving but one other alone in the coach.
Entering the saloon of the Overland Lodgle,
Sam was ollowed by most of the crowd, for e
generally “ discoursed ” when taking his drink,
giving the news from below in the settlements.
Landlord Jerry Thomas had taken the mail-
ba , for he was postmaster, and the fresh horses
a e team of four iron—grays were led out an
hitched up by the two stable-boys, just as the
three strange miners referred to approached the
coach in which the single occupant sat gazing
out upon the scene with considerable in-

terest.

Suddenly the three stran ers parted company,
one seizing the reins and eaping upon the box,
while the other two sprung to the doors of the
coach, one on either side, and entered just as the
onowho held the ribbons brought his whip down
wit a'loud crack upon the leaders and with a
lou yell sent the frightened team flying along
the ridge toward the trail leading down the
mountain toward Haid— Times.

CHAPTER VI.
CAPTURING A COACH.

Tn; sudtkien act of the thrfe 3111330111,! in :3

uic ta in possession o e coac h
goon witnesses by at least half a hundred peo-

le, but not a man, with one exception, seemed
granderstand the situation or know what to do,
until the-coach was seen flying down the moun-
tain-trail at a ace that even Sunset Sam him-
self would not have attempted on a run so peril-

one.

'The miners stood like men dazed by amaze-
ment and admiration, gazing after the flying
vehicle, many of them thinking it a mere joke
which the daring per trators would have to
answer for to Sunset am.

The single exception, however, was Parson
Prim, who had gone at a deer’s pace toward his
cabin, back of the Overland Lodge a hundred
paces, to rea pear in a moment upon his horse
without sad is or bridle, flying along in pur-
suit.

As he went by the Lodge on his steed, the man
in black shouted to the miners:

“Pards. that coach has been seized by the
Red Buzzard gang! I am OR to the rescue!”

A wild shout of alarm went up from the
crowd of miners at this, and they beheld the
coach an eighth of a mile away 11 ingl along at
thefullspeedofthehorses wh et eparson
was following hot on the trail in pursuit.

“ The Red Buzzards has got ther coach!”

“Sunset Sam, Kit Qnantrel has got yer old ‘

hearse!”

“Sunset, yer is wanted mighty quick and
awful bad!"

“ Holy smoke, look at that Gospil guide! He
are a-goin’ Ilckyty-tfivlit ter raptor ther cusses i”

“That person w climb ther golden stairs
mighty suddint of he tackles them Red Buz-

zardsi
“ Oh, Lordy! they is a.flrln' back at ther par-

son!

“ But he don’t scare fer nothin’l"

Such were the manifold cries that went up
from the excited crowd and greeted Sunset
Sam as he dashed out of the saloon.

He stood an instant like a mgn hard hit, gaz-
in after his disa peering coac .

There stood tife stable-boys in startled won-
der, and as yet the parson was the only one who
had gone in pursuit.

On account of the wild country thereabout,
few miners owned a horse, and no over a score
and a half were to be found in the mountains
about the Boost.

But there were animals in the coach stables,
the four that had just come in tired out for the
others were in the valley grazing, a mile away
-—the rules of the com ny requiring but one
team to be kept on han at a time.

But Sam did not stand long, dismayed, as he
called out:

“Come, rds, that much has got ter be re-
taken, for Eli‘sre’s ‘hig money aboard for the fort
above Hard Times. the
stables.” ,

Away dashed Sunset, followed by a number
of miners; but the four tired horses were all

There’s horses in

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that were to be found, and only as many pur-
suers could go on them.

Bridles and saddles were seized and put on the
animals, and some lei of! at a allop, three
other mounted men following, w ile a dozen
more ran behind on foot.

“Ther brutes is played clean out, fer 1 put
’em through hard up the mountain,” cried Sam
as he urged the animal he rode to his best 3
—those following doing the same.

Arriving at the brow of the hill, where the
trail led from the ridge dewn toward the valley
a Couple of miles distant, Sunset Sam and the
three others with him can ht sight of the coach
dashing swiftly along an swaying wildly as it
went down the steep grade and narrow turns.

It Was nearly down the mountain, and near-
ing the valley, and not far behind it and gaining
steadily was the person.

“ Lordy! but don t thet feller drive ’em i" cried
Sunset in admiration of the splendid skill and
daring of the man on the box.

“ Yas, and hain’t thet Gospel guide hot on ther
trail?” cjaculated one of the men in the rear.

“ He’s a dandy sky pilot, he is!” asseverated
another; and on they rode. urging their horses i
to all the speed they could get out of them,
while far in the rear came the bowling mob of
pursuers on foot.

It was a most erilous ride to dash down the
steep trziil, as unset Sam and his comrades
were doin , and all appreciated the greater
danger toghe coach and the person, going at a
still more rapid pace, as they were.

“They has reached the valley!" soon called
out Sam, and another cried:

“ And see h0w ther person is gaining i"

“ Yas, and thar they goes inter ther timber!"
' As the last speaker uttered the words the
coach, now at the utmost speed of the horses,
dashed out of view into the heavy timber in the
valley, to be followed, a second after, by the
mad rider in its rear.

“ Oh, hearken unto that!” cried Sunset as
the rattle of horsemen came up from the

vallgy.
“ he person has tackled ’em single-handed i"

“ If we was only there i” howled Sam, pound-
infithe horse he rode unmercifully.

ut the firing in the timber had suddenly
ceased and one of the ursuers called out:

“They hev did fer t er n, sart’in.”

“ I doesn’t hear no coac -wheels, pards!”

“ Halt! hark i" called out Sam, and they came
to a sudden bait and listened.

Not a sound came from the valley, and as the
trail was a rocky one, it told them that the
coach was no longer in motion.

Something certainly had brought it to a halt,
but what that something Was, not one of the
pursuers could see.

So on the e, leavin the foot-runners far
behind, an , reaching t e valley, dashed on
into the timber, where they came upon a
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CHAPTER VII.
A sncnn’r UN‘I‘OLD.

WHAT it was that had suddenly started Par-
son Paul Prim upon the war-path, after the
runaway stage-coach, the miners could not
fathom; but certain it was that he had gone 03
in pursuit, without bridle or saddle upon his
horse, and seemingly having no weapons of of-
fense or defense.

And, what was more. though the coach had
gotten a fair start of him, he had steadily
gained, undeterred b the shots fired at him

rom the two men w 0 had sprung inside the

vehicle, or by the great dan er of dashing
down the steep trail at a reakneck rate
of speed.

As the coach got a good start, the daring
driver having his reins well in hand and his foot
upon the brake, he called out to the two men
within:

“ Now obe orders and make no mistake. I’ll
take care of he team !”

“ Ay, ay, sir!” answered one of the men from
within, and they seemed to have such unbound-
ed confidence in the driver as not to watch the
mad rush of the horses. -

“ Hurry up, men, for there is pursuit com-
ing,” called out the driver, as he reached the
spot where the trail led from the ridge down
into the valley

If he had ntended drawing up to a slower
pace there he changed his mind after glancing
over his shoulder, for he ke t on at the same
des rate pace, on?V bracing imself more firm-
iy n his Seat, an grasping the reins with a
stron er grip.

He new that only the eatest skill and dill“
ing, added to strength andgherve, could run the
gantlet of that down-hill grade.

Presently he called out:

f‘tgpen fire on that fellow in black in pur-
sui '

One of the men from within the coach obeyed,
but the parson was neither hurt nor checked in
his pursuit.

Swaying wildly, now seeming about to go.
over as its two wheels on one side would rise
from the round on rounding a corner of the i

 

trail, an then fairly leaping over rats in the

‘ ' 1, h ‘p . . /. .m,

road, the coach went down the mountain-side
with the four horses still on a full run, apparent-
ly anxious to get out of the way of the lumber-
ing vehicle.

nd in hot chase came the parson, upright on
his horse like a centaur, the stake rope held
circled in one hand, and with the other resting
upon his hip.

He rode without effort, managed his horse to
perfection, and by word and a movement of his

eels both guided and urged him on.

At last the valley was reached, an- the wild
driver gave a yell of triumph,which his two men
inside the vehicle echoed.

Then the whi was laid on the flying horses,
and they boun ed ahead with the cap
coach at a greater speed, but the pursuing par-
son still gained steadily.

Ahead the trail run into a dense growth of
timber that shaded the valley, and wound along
the edge of a deep canyon for a mile or more.

Glancing back at the pursuer, the wild driver
shouted to his men:

“ Ho, there! is the work done?"

“ All that can be done, sir, for he has no pa-

rs about him,” came the answer.

“Curses! Hus all this been,for nothing?”
cried the irate driver, and then he added:
“Then bring him along as a prisoner, and we
will force the truth from him.”

“ He is dying, sir!”

“ What! have you killed him?”

“We had to, sir, for he fought us like a
tiger.”

" Quick! Be ready, then, for the can on is
just ahead! Have the lariats ready. or we
have no time to lose. Now for it!”

The orders had been given rapidly, and, as'
the last words were uttered, the driver put his
feet hard upon the brake, throwing his weight.
upon the reins at the same time, and the horses.
were checked sudden] y.

Down to the ground he leaped, as the door to—-
ward the canyon side ilew open and his two com—
rades leaped out with lariats in their hands.

“Run the ropes around that tree, one of
you, while I check that mad fellow in black,"
commanded the driver.

And he opened a hot fire upon the person with
his revolver, one of his comrades domg the
same.

The other meanwhile sprung to a tree grow-
ing on the edge of the canyon, and passed one
end of several lariats lashed together around
it, throwing both ends over into the canyon
and, losing no time, be grasped the two an

went rapidly down hand over hand to a place ‘

of safety, just as the driver and the other man
ran up to the tree.

“Curse the fellow; he hears a charmed life i”
cried the driver, as the person still came on at
the full speed of his horse.

Then he called out:

“ You are sure that Yankee Dan is dead?"

“ Yes, chizf: his chips are passed in.”

“ Then his secret dies with him, and our dos»
perate work has been done for nothing. But,
quick! down into the canyon, before that man
kills us both for my revolvers are empt .”

The man t us commanded lost no me in
obeyin ,and had hardly gone over the edge of
the cli when the one he had addressed as chief
seized the lariats and quickly followed.

A moment more and the person dashed up to
the spot, and now in each hand he held a re-
vo ver.

 

CHAPTER VIII.
mrnosrnc'rrvn—rnn oom-nvmn’s MISSION.

FOUR years have gone by since the scene that
0 ns th s story, when the head Sioux chief and
h s daughter the Red Butterfl , rescued, from
Kit Quantrel and his band, ankee Dan,_the
gold-hunter.

To kee his ledge to the dying Indian chief,
Yankee an :jd tEk‘Sn her East with him,
adoptin her as s c i .\

Uponlzhe shores of Lake Geor e, in ew York
State. he had a home, a farm eft him by his
parents, both of whom were dead, and there he
would have been content to pass his years in
the humdrum life of a farmer, and woe and win
some countr lass, but fora change that came
over the up t of his dream.

Strollingalong the lake-shore one day in sum.
mer years before his life in the West, he beheld
a sail-boat out upon the waters becalmed, and
in it a lad and a young girl, doubtless visitors at
the hotel at the head of the lake.

He was startled to see one of those thunder-

storms so frequent there, rushin over the
mountain-tops, and be quick] hail and warn-
ed the lad of his dan er, te ghimtotake in '

his mil and pull hard or the shore.

But the boy had lost his nerve, and seemed
not to know what to do, and, a few minutes
after, the squall struck the little boat and over
it went. .

But Daniel Darwin, the young farmer, had
already laid aside his rifle. thrown off his coat
and shoes, and was swimming to the rescue, so
that his strong arm grasped the young girl ere
she sunk beneath the waters.

“ Save him, sir! Oh, save my brother i” cried
the girl, forgetting her own peril. ' A

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“ Can you cling to the wreck for a minute!”
he asked.
.yes!"

“ Then I can save the boy,” and leaving her
clinging to toe upturned boat he swam with
bold stroke to where the lad, who could swim a
little, was just going down.

Back to the boat he bore him and said:

_“ Cling here now and I will return for you.”
Then he passed his arm around the slender
waist of the girl and bore her to the shore in
safety.

Plunging into the lake again he was soon
alongside of the upturned boat v. here the lad
was still clinging, though in an exhausted con-
( ition.

But the boy was taken ashore as his sister had
been, and a. rapid walk of half a mile carried
them to the home of the young farm:r, who at
once hitched up his team and drove them to the
hotel.

From that day Daniel Darwin knew no peace
of mind, for the pretty country girls of Iris
neighborhood were forgotten and beloved Lu-
cita Courtney.

It mattered not to him that she was an heiress,

 

courteous toward all, she was a general favorite
with teachers and pupils, and, in company with
a g0verness, had her vacations in travel-
ing, though she a ways devoted a few weeks to
a campin party in the Adirondacks, for the
old wild li e she had led as a girl would assert
itself at times.

On such occasions she was the champion

huntress of the party, and no more feared to ,

hunt a bear than did the sturdy guide, while he

frankly acknowledged her greater skill as a .

trailer and shot.

Such “ as Go—won-go when she entered upon

her last year at school.

The senior year had just begun, when, one 1

day, her adopted father came to the academy
to are l er.

She saw that he looked pale and haggard. and
it reminded her of how much he had aged in the
past four years.

When she had met him upon the plains, he
was a handsome man of thirty-four, hardly
bolting so old by half a don-n years, but now

3 his hair was threaded with silver, and his face

Wore a settled look of access

The iron l;a‘l (ntcrcd deep into his soul, and ‘

a belle in the aristocratic circle in which she ho had bitterly riour‘ned his lost love.

dwelt, and had lovers by the score;
her.
He was buta farmer, with his farm and a

thousand or two in bank, and had only o. coin- '

men school education: yet he dared to love her,
and she returned his love.

To make himself worthy of her lie went to
college for a year, improved his place, and at
last nought her father to beg him for his daugh-
ter, whose life he had saved.

And the answvr?

He was told that he was poor, that only a
rich man could claim the hand of Lucita Court-
ney, and forgettinlfii-hat heowed the life of his
two children to aniel Darwin, the wealthy
1merchant ordered the young farmer from his

ome.

“ 1 will make a fortune, and then come and
claim you; but, oh, be true to me!”

So bad the rejected lover written to Lucite,
and. renting his farm, he had gone off to seek
his fortune.

He had drifted about for years, until at last
n J turned up in the gold placers of theWest and
sou ht t) find his fortune there.

ore years had gone by ere he at last “ struck
it rich, ’but strike it he did, and Sending the
precious metal East to bank, he had worked on
until at last he had dug out his lead, and loading
a pack-animal with his accumulated diggings, he
had mounted his Own riding horse and started on
his return home, a. bronzed, weather-beaten
miner, greatly changed indeed from the hand-
some young farmer of Lake Geo e.

How near he came to losing his life and his
treasure the reader has seen, and then that he

,went on his way with his girl rescuer, Go—won-
go. the Red Butterfly.

His first duty was to fit Go-won-go out asa
pale-face maiden and place her at a boarding-
school for young ladies, where she could have a
thorough education.

Then he returned to his home, had it fitted up
in every way and refurnished, after which he
went to New York to seek his bride, confident
that he could meet no refusal now from her
father, when he had a bank account of a couple
huéidretg tiliousand dollllaig.

“5 n on! years 8 passed since the da
when he had rescued Lucita Courtney, a maideii
of eighteen, and her brother Frank, a youth of
sixteen, from death in Lake George, and many
changes had taken place.

Where had stood the elegant mansion of the
CourtneySOn Fourteenth street, a grand store
had been erected, and it was long before he
could find any clew to them, for not once had he
heard from them since his going forth to find his
fortune.

And it was a sad story that he did hear, for
Lucite. Courtney had been taken to France,
where she married a nobleman, and her father
had been slain by the hand of his own son, who
had gone to the bud and was thena fugitive
from the gallows

Thug had fate dealt most cruelly with Daniel
Darwin, and going r > his boyhood home he set-
tled down into the life of a hermit.

CHAPTER IX.
GO-WON Go‘s REVELATION.

IN the years that passed, while Daniel Dar-
win lived the life of a. hermit at Lakeside Lodge,
his old ho.ne..G0-VYOD-ZO had grown from the
little wild Indian girl of fourteen into a beauti-
ful maiden of ei hteen.

Her form, tal and slender, yet strong and
active, had becmne extremely graceful, and she
had grown to be a marvel to her fellow-
students for her powers of endurance and skill
as an athlete. v

Her adopted father allowed her a horse at
school, a rifle and revolvers, and she would con-
stantly keep up her practice in the saddle and
With weapons, while she was equally as devoted
to her studies and in seeking acollmplishments
to make her shine in the civilized world.

Beautiful in face, generous in nature, and

he loved 
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“ Come, “Rik in Ill“ grounds with me, Butter-

"it" l.

AJ .
Sge obeycd, and when they were seated in a

l radio arbor overlooking the gran 1 Hudson
Riv. r, on the shores of which the school was lo- ,

cut-ed, be sold :

“ iiutterfly, I will have to go to the West
again.”

“ Indeed, my father! Not for long, I hope?”

“ I cannot tell; I hope a few years will suffice;
but l .t we tell you why I go.”

“ Yes, my father.”

“ I have lost nearly eVery dollar I had in the
world, (lo-won-go. I placed my money in two

banks, drawing interest enough to give us a ;
One bank failed a month ,

handsome income.
ago, and, last Wiek, the other, which was so
connected with the first one, closed its doors,
and thus my fortune i3 swept away, excepting

some accumulated interest I had laid by at ,
' importance.”

home.

“ You understand me fully, Go—won-go?”

“ Yes, my father.”

“The homeI still have, and it will support
us; but I was determined to make you an
heiress, and I will yet do so, for I shall go again
to the mines and become a gold-hunter, and if
Fortune favors me you shall yet be a rich girl,
worthy of your beauty, your education and ac-
complishments.” '

“ You are a. noble man, my father, and have
been so 'good to me; but, do I understand that
you are going on a hunt for gold?”

“ Yes, Butterfly.”

“ You know not where a lead can be found ?”

“ No I must look for one.”

“That is an endless task, as well I know,
and vou may never find gold."

“ Very true; but I can try.”

“ You had better go to Where gold is.”

“ Ah! but I do not know, as I dug out my
mine, clean.”

“ But, Iknow.”

“ You know, Butterfly l"

“ Yes, my father.”

“ I do not understand.”

“lVell, it isasecret I have kept to myself
intendipk to $911 you and go with you when I
had finished my education; but now, my father,

on must go to my mine, for it is mine, as my ;

ioux father found it in the long ago and gave
it to me, making me his heiress, Indian though
he was. ,

“ I have the map of this mine drawn on buck-
skin, though it is now greatly faded; but sowell
do I know it that I will draw it for you from
memory, and you are to go then and find it."

“You amaze me, Butterfly," cried the miner
excitedly.

“ 1 am glad that I do, for I can send you on a

my inheritance, hence your own, for all is yours,
of course.

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awahing will prove the sad reality of an impos-
sible schen e.

“ But mfiv for the map of the mine,” and she
glided away with a noiseless step and grace
natural to her.

One hour after the map was in the hands of
Daniel Darwin and within ten days’ time he was
following the star of empire westward.

CHAPTER X.
AN OVERLAND PASSENGER.

“ PARD, we have nu t before, if you are Yan-
kee Dan.

The speaker was not aprepossessing-looking
personage, and stood before the deor of a stage
station on the Overland.

The one be addressed was Daniel Darwin,who
had just alighted from a stage going westward,
and which had been called to halt for a. few

 

5 days on account of the heavy rains the week
‘ past which had everfl mod the streams render-

ing tram l on wheels impomible for awhile.
“ Yes, I was knewn as Yankee Dan years
ago, when I dwelt in the mines; but I fail to re-

: cull your name,” replied Darwin.

“ Gold Brick George, I was called then, but I
struck it rich and retired from biz, so hang out --
now where it suits me best.”

“ Yes I recall y< u now, and that you were in
luck. I, was down in luck then, and am so
again, for I have lost all my savmgs, so am g0-
ing again to the mines to work.”

“Well, luck to you, pard, and I hope you’ll
crnss my trail again.”

An] with a grasp of the hand, Gold Brick
George walked away, leaving Yankee Dan to
content himself as best he could ever the delay

in travel.

G ld Brick George walked like a man who
had work to do, and made his way rapidly to a
cabin upon the hills. ’

Here he dwelt with a negro servant to whom
he called out- .

“ Come, Black Jack, get my roan mare, quick,

5 and fix me up a bag or food, for I must take the
, trail atcnce.”

“ Yer’ll git drownded boss, sart'in.”
“ I must risk it for I’have news to carry of

" Yas, boss."

The home of Gold Brick George did not look
like that of a man of means, one who had retired
to live on his money: but appearances are often
deceptive, and he 'had the reputation in the

l neighborhood where he lived of having money,

though he was known to gamble constantly.

He was soon mounted upon awiryanimal and
riding along the trail leading westward.

It was three days before he reached his des-
tination, land that happened to be a camp in the
mountains which the Vigilantes wou d have
given much to find.

It was, in a word. the retreat of Kit Quan-
grel, the Chief ‘of the Red Buzzards of the Bor-

er.

The chief was “at home” when Gold Brick

George arrived, and he was glad to see the vis-
i.or. .
He was seated in a walled tent, the interior of
which was furnished as comfortably as though
it was the army headguarters of the general
commanding in the tie] .

A negro servant was conking supper at a fire
near by, while another was grooming one of
half a dozen splendid horses in the timber in

. the rear of the tent.

Half a dozen other tents of the A pattern were
scattered about, and fully a score of men and
half a hundred horses and mules were in full
View.

“Captain Kit,” as the outlaw chief was
familiarly called by his men, was, in reality, a
young man, having scarcely passed his thirtieth
year.

His form was perfect, his manners courtly as

, those of a Chesterfield, and his face was a hand-

some one if a perSon did not study it too closely '
but, to the close observer it could be seen that it

sure mission, and in the year that I am yet at ; wasindelibly stamped with evil.

school, my father, you can be digging out gold, I

He was dressed in deep black, topboots and
sable sombrero, while upon the table by his side
--a table made to fold up and pack on asaddie—

“ Go there, and by the time I graduate we will i lay a red mask in exact imitation of the head

be’rich, richer than ever before if I remember I
anght about the quantities of yellow nuggets I 1

saw there.
2: What do you say, my father?”
Go-won-go, I will gladly g0. for you aha"
yet be the heiress I had hoped to make you.”
And _\ on Will sorrow no more now for your
broken banks?"

f‘ No, I have a new lease of life and can work
With a will.”

“ Wait here, now, my father, until I go to my ?

room and draw the map, which will not take

very long; then I will come and tell you all I i
can to aid you, and my word for it, when next ‘

we meet again, 1 will bees rich an heiress as you

could wish; and more—I will have received my ,

education and be an accomplished young lady,
if i am of a baled red-skin race.

woman cannot, and 1 would gladly raise my
pie from what they are to civxlization" but,
fear that is only a dream from which the

and beak of a buzznrd.

This mask. worn by all the band when on the
trail of booty, fitted over the. face, giving the
human head a most remarkableappearance, and
one well calculated to appall the beholder.

“ Well, Gold Brick. good news alone could

’ have caused you to ride so far, so what is it?"
, demanded Captain Quantrel, leaning back in his

easy camp-chair.

Gold Brick took a seat on a camp-stool, with
the air of a man who felt he had newsto tell,
and answered:

“Captain. have you forgotten the man who
gave you that wound in the arm and used up
our band?" '

“ I have nearly a dozen wounds to remember,
George. and our band has been cut up badly a

. , score of times.”
“Oh, how I Wish I had been born a boy, for
there is so much that a mun can do which a i

“ I mean. sir, the one who was rescued by the
Indians just as we were about to capture him
and whom we ambushed, killed his horse and
thought we had done for him, only he leaped
upon his pack-horse and got away?”

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“ You refer to Yankee Dan, the gold-hunter?”
eagerly queried the chief.

“ That‘s the man, sir.
back 1”

“ He has? I always thought he would.”

“ And said so.”

“Yes, for he took the Indian girl with him, ,
and I guess she knew her father’s secret about ‘
the old-mine the old medicinechief found.

“ he has told Dan about it and he’s come
after the gold." 1

“ That’s about it, captain, for he said he had
lost his fortune and had come back to go mining
again.”

“ Where is he?” ‘

“He came in on the stage to my station. I
recognized him and hada talk with him. The
storms dela ed the coach there for some days,
but I push right on to tell you.”

“ But, which trail does he take ’1?”

“His ticket was through to Hard Times by
we. of Miner’s Roost.”

‘ Yes, it was up beyond that where the Sioux
chief had his camp. You have done well, Gold
Brick.”

“ I was anxious to let ou know, captain.”

“How far is he behindy on?”

“ Five da s, or four at he least.”

“ Good! t t will give me a chance to act. I
will go to Miner’s Roost with a couple of men
and he in wait for him. He has the map of the
locality of the mine and all directions, I’ll bet
high on that.

‘ You have done well indeed, Gold Brick and
I’ll remember you for it according] ,”and the
outlaw chief warmly grasped the nd of his
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CHAPTER XI.
run s'raican GOLD-SEEKER.

DANIEL DARWIN had reached Miner’s Roost
upon his way westward and the p t was
before him of beinrfiin the locality of be mine
of the Red Butte y within a couple of days
more.

The Overland Company had decided as the
miners were now pushing well beyond ’Miner’s
Roost and as a military gist had also been

laced in the lower end of ellow Run Valley,

run their coaches to Hard Times, as the
route end.

This mining-camp was a counterpart of
Miner’s Roost, as far as population was con-
cerned, and its prosperous condition belied its
name.

From a point further on along the main line
of sta e travel, a semi-weekly coach was to be
run to Iard Times, thus meeting the one from
Miner’s Roost.

This made Hard Times the real terminus in-

of Miner’s Roost, and a very fair trail
ran between the two places, distant some forty
miles from each other.

Surrounding Hard Times, in the mountains
and valleys, some good leads had been struck
and 'valuable pockets of gold found, so the
miners surrounded the ilace for a distance of
ten miles, or more, li e pickets around an

arm .
A? Hard Times Daniel Darwin intended to
base a riding-horse and pack~animal to go
to the Indian’s mine.

He knew just what he needed, and had made
all necessary purchases back in Omaha, of sad-
dle, bridle, lankets, implements of work, and
provisions.

There he had come along on the coach and
wascongratulating himself, as he glanced out
of the stage window at Miner’s Roost. that his
long and wearisome journey was nearly at an
an D
As Sunset Sam was anxious to get over the
worst‘ rt. of the new road before dark came
on,on y aashort stop was to be made at the
Boost, an , as the reader has seen, it was
shorter than had been intended by the driver.

The three strangers who had come into the
camps a few days before had drawn near when
Sunset Sam came to a halt.

The 'were Kit Qunntrel and two of his
picllfei men, and they had learned the country
we .

Intending to take passage on the coach, which
Gold Brick George_had reported was to 0
through to Hard Times on that run, Capta n
Quantrel, guided b his impulsive and reckless
nature,,had sudden y decided upon running of!
with the stage.

A low command to his two men, and the three
took positions of vanta e, and watched the
hitching n of the fine fres team.

Quautrefwas a superb driver, and knew what
he could do, and was daring enough to attempt
any feat, no matter how desperate.

At a signal from him as we have recorded,
the two men sprung to the sta e—doors and en-
tered, one on either side, while 9 mounted the
box and away dashed the horses at full speed.

The two men who sprung into the coach. had
entered with revolvers covering the sohtary
passenger.

Darwinhad dropped back half asleep, when he
was awakened by two istol-muzzles under his”
eyes and heard the we 3:

 

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what he could do and had no fear. By a quick
movement he struck up the weapons and grap-
pled with his foes.

There began a terrible struggle then in the
coach, of two against one. -

Picked for just such work, the two outlaws
were powerful men and yet they found it no
my task to manage the passenger.

No weapons Were used at first, for the men
did not wish to kill their victim, Mon, at least,
and Darwin could not draw his revolvers with
his arms in the grasp of his assailants.

On rushed the stage, rocking, reeling and
leaping, and still the combat continued.

Down the mountain trail it went, and, as the
daring driver called out that pursuit was com-
ing, and their victim was not yet mastered, one
of the men brought a revolver down with tell-
in force upon his head.

ith a groan the arms of the lone passenger
relaxed their hold upon his assailants and he
fell, limp, back upon the rear seat.

“ We’ve done for him, pard.”

“ I had to; but you must open on whoew-r is
in pursuit, while I git the papers from him if he
has any.”

One of the men opened fire from the window
of the coach upon the parson, while the other
searched their now unconscious victim.

“ Holy smoke! he hain’t got no papers!” cried
the searcher.

“ He must hev. so look ag’in, and look quick,
or ther cap’n will dash us all ter ieces afore
long. Great J ehosaphat! how he rives,” and

Butterfly.

both men and their victim were thrown across

the coach by a sudden lurch.

Quickly they again searched the senseless
man, they drew of! his boots, ripped open his
coat and other clothing, but nothing was found
other than his purse and in it a hundred dollars
or so, of money.

This was appro riated then and there by the
man who found 1 , while his comrade was firing
out of the window at the pursuing horseman.
The parson, undaunted was still running down
the outlaws in the stolen coach like a terrible
destroyer, and apparently bullet proof.

But the search was useless; the command
came from the chief to be ready: the coach
halted suddenly and the trio of Red Buzzards
made good their escape over the cliff, as we have
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CHAPTER XII.
rm: PISTOL PARSON’S PATIENT.

WHEN Parson Paul dashed up to the t
where the coach stood, a strange scene met is
View.

The horses stood there, covered with-foam and
panting like hounds, almost used up by their
wild run.

The coach was unharmed in spite of its rough
usage, and, hanging out of the eggen door, was
the head of the sole passenger bl ing from the
cut from the pistol and looking very deathlike.

He had fallen thus as the men sprung out, and
looked as they believed-him to be—dead.

Leaping from his horse the parson ran to the
ed e of the canyon and gazed over.

0 one was to be seen, and the lariats placed
around the tree had then been drawn down by
the outlaws. /

The canyon was fifty feet deep there-sheer
down the cliff-side, and at no other spot for a
mile or more could one go down into it except
as the Red Buzzards had done.

Then the rson turned quickly toward the
coach and ta ing the limp form in his powerful
arms, he bore it to a grassy plot near by and
laid it full length upon t e sward.

Then he placed his fingers upon the pulse like
one who knew just where to find the pulsation,
and bending his head, laid his ear over the
heart. '

“ He lives! Now to find how he is wounded,"
he said, and hastily searched fora wound on the

bod .

There Were scratches and bruises, received in
the desperate struggle in the coach, a red mark
of fingers upon the throat, but no other wound
than that on the head could the parson dis-
cover.

Just then up dashed Sunset Sam, and follow-
ing him the three other mounted men.

“ Bully fer you, my Gospil guide! I’m yours
for life! ,

“ Yer run ’em down game as a wolf, and has
captered my coach, critters and all,” cried Sam
throwing himself from his panting horse and
gr ing the person’s hand.

“ was unable to overtake them, and their
plan was to escage at this point, for they had
their lariats rea y and went over the cliff at
that tree. Do you know them?”

“ Waal, not seein’ of ’em, I can’t say as I am
inter-mater ac usinted with ’em.”

“ They were§uantrel and two of his men.”

“ Red Buzzar swas they? Waal, it were just
like ’em. But they got nothin’ from ther coach,
I sees.”

“No, thou h thgy may have killed this r
fellow. See ow a clothes are torn' an , as
they did not use their weapons upon him, I am
sure they did not intend to kill him, but they
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“ that he had of value, or that they wanted...
they cynic-idly got.”

“ And you crowded ’em too close for ’em to
take the box sent on to the new military

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I “ Paul, I owes yer friendship fer life.”

“ [ don’t ‘think they knew you had money
along, and planned only to rob this passenger,
whom we must get back to the camps and do all
we can to save.”

“ See here, pard, you knows a heap fer a par-
son, and yor tackled them fellers like yer was
ther devil if yer got r’iled.”

“ Because am a parson,my friend, it is no
reason why I should not do my duty as a man
if called on to do so.”

“ Right you are; but I must git along. Thet
gent were booked fer Hard Times, and I has con--
siderable truck aboard for him.”

“ You must leave him here, Sam ; the men will
carry him and his belongings up to the Overland
Lod e for he is nearer death than life.

“ ere come the men now.”

And the parson referred to half a hundred
miners coming along at a run and stretched out
in a long line on the back trail.

As the crowd dashed up, they gave the par—'
son a rousing cheer, and rapid questions were
asked regarding how matters stand.

Sam explained the situation while Parson Paul
was examining the wound on the unconscious
man’s head. 1

Sunset was loud in his praise of the arson,
and when he ended his story of how ‘ bullets
didn’t scare the Gospil sharp fer nothin’,” he
called out:

“ Now,
fer ther
son 1” A
The cheers were given with a will, and, rising
thecl parson raised his black sombrero and
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rds, three cheers and a catamount
ghtin’ Gospil guide, ther Pistol Par-

1 .

“ I thank you my friends, for our cheers'
but this poor fellow needs our ai at once. I
wish volunteers to carry him and his traps back
to the camps.”

“We is all here fer ther work,
swered one, and the crowd ech
while Sam asked: .

“ But what about ther Red Buzzards?” ‘

“ The have esca in a way that gives
them a ong lead, an we have no orses to pur-
sue, while, to follow their trail on foot would be
hard work, and, if found, ended by night.”

“ You is a-preachin’ now, Pistol Pard,” cried

rson, ” one
his words,

m.

And he prepared to mount his box and con-
tinue on his way, having seen that the passenger
was in a way to be roperly cared for. -

Parson Prim hastil made a litter; the wound-
ed miner was plac upon it, and volunteers
gently raised it to their shoulders, while others
walked near to relieve them when tired. .

Sam drove on alone on his lonely trail, and
the march back to Miner’s Roost was begun.

“ Take him to my cabin, my friends,” ordered.
the parson.

And he was obeyed, the wounded miner being
placed on the cot in Parson Prim‘s cabin.

And that ni ht three-fourths of Miner’s Roost-
got drunk cele rating the pluck of the “ Pistol
Parson.”

 

CHAPTER XIII.
THE PISTOL PARSON.

THE cabin of Parson Prim was situate upon
a spur of the mountain towering over Miner’s
Roost.

It was a hundred feet above the Overland
Lodge, and looking down upon it, the saloons,
stores and blacksmith shop.

A steep, winding path led to it. There was a
level plateau in the rear where the pawn kept
his horse, and from which a rugged trail led
back along the ridge, coming out in the trail a
mile away. _

The cabin had belonged to the first discoverer-

’of gold in those parts but he had been killed,

and it seemed that ill-fortune had dogged all
who dwelt there, until the miners, always su-
perstitious, would not live therein.

It had been vacant for a year when the par-
son arrived and at once took possession, against
all warnings of ill-fortune befalling him if he did

The cabin had two rooms. was Well built, had
a shed along the front which served as a piazza
and a shelter in the rear for a horse in bad
weather.

The view from the front was a grand one,
commanding the mining-camps, and mountain,
valley and river for miles.

A cot, a bunk against the wall, and a bench,
comprised the furniture in the sleeping-room,
and a table, some shelves, several rustic chairs,
and some cookin utensils, furnished the other,
which was kitc en and sitting - room com—
bined. .

The parson had some books, writing materials,
and a trunk which he alwa s kept locked, as he
did also the door of his cab n.

He had lived in Miner’s Roost for a month,
and was a mystery to the mineu.

He had preached several times, what the
miners called “sensible chin—music;” he sung
well and led in singing hymns, but, thus far,

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the people had not found him a “praying par- I
son ’

He had arrived on horseback, one afternoon, I
and his traps had followed upon Sunset Sam’s >
coach, when he at once settled down as though i
he had come to stay. ‘

lie had a repeating-rifle in his Cabin, but the i
miners had never seen him carry it with him,
and, as for revolvers, they did not believe he 
possessed any. i

From camp to camp he would go, talking i
with the miners, and singing for them if they
asked, and he was frequently seen upon the
trails, often on foot and sometimes on horse-

ack.

He was popular with all, and yet, somehow,
the miners stood in a certain awe of him, for
there was something about him that command-
ed respect, and a reserve they could not break
through.

After his chase of the stage—coach, they were
wild in his praise.

The wounded passenger was placed on the cot
in the parson’s cabin, and, dismissing all but
Landlord Jerry Thomas and a couple more, Par-
son Paul set to work to see just how badly the
man was hurt.

There was no doctor near, no surgeon nearer
than the military post sixty miles awa ; but
the parson had shown himself such a g _hand
in sickness, such a good nurse to the miners,
they felt sure the wounded man would not suf-

or.

“The skull is fractured, and what the result
will be time alone will show,” he announced, af-
ter a most critical examination of the wound,
Will‘lch caused Landlord “ Tom and Jerry ” to
as :

“ Hain’t you studied medicine, ni”

“ Yes, 1 have studied medicine, was the quiet
rejoinder; “ and I know enough about surgery
to understand that the chances are largely
against this man’s recovery.

” If he d0es recover, he will doubtless be in-

sane.”
“ What a pity fer he’s a nice-lookin’ gent.
“ Them Red Buzzards was a-trackin’ him,

sure, and what they got from him the alone
knows," said the land 0rd, sympathetica y.

” Well, I shall do all in my powar for him,
and he must have constant care, so the he 5
must take turns to be with him, as I cannot
here always.

I “’fitll he needs, Brother Thomas, 1 will pay
or.

“ No you don’t, parson, for I will chip in my
share, and the boys who nuns him him will do it ,
willin’. You has a bigger job than you thinks
in savin’ souls in these parts, and don’t you for-
git it, for we 13 the honerariest lot 0’ sinners I
ever struck on the trails 0’ life.

"No; the boys nusses him; I chips in ther
rub, and you does ther doctor work and rayin’
er the rest 0’ his soul of he don’t git we] .”

So it was arranged, and many and willing 1
ones were found to give half a day and night to
the care of the wounded stranger.

His traps were opened by the parSOn, but not
a thing was found to give his name ortell aught ,
about him;

He was well fitted out, well dressed, and was,
without doubt, on his way to the mines—which ‘
was all that could be discovered regard- ;
ing him; but that the Red Buzzards knew him, ‘
had tracked him to the Boost, and robbed him, .
all felt assured."

The day after the occurrence, the person i
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the nurse of the wounded miner, and departed. i

That night he had not returned, and several 1
miners rep.>rted having seen him in the canyon 1
following a trail—that of the Red Buzzards,
without doubt.

He was on foot, and his horse was following. !

After he had gone by they had gone down and f
searched for a trail, but other than those left by g
the parson and his horse they could not find any, "
yet certain it was he had discovered something 3
to track.

The next morning he appeared at his cabin,
but made no reference to where he had been.

His tient had fever, and still hovered be-
tween ll‘fle and death. .

That night a party of horsemen rode into
Miner’s Roost, and put up at Overland Lodge. .

They were scouts from the fort, and their
leader was Buffalo Bill.

CHAPTER XIV.
THE scours’ nylons.

Soul: months prior to the capture of Sunset
Sam's coach by the Red Buzzards, a number of
men were gathered in a canyon,some hundred
miles distant from Miner’s Roost.

They had come there in twos and threes, and
one by one, mounted, and as though the place
had been a rendezvous for some important meet-

in .

Their horses were hitched near in a thicket,
and fine animals they were, every one of them. ‘
The riders were as dashing, darin -looking a
lot of men as ever wore buckskin, an they were
booted, spurred and equipped for the trail, for
each one of them was armed with repeating-

rifle, revolvers and lariats.
The first to arrive upon the scene, andhe came

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post at that time on the frontier.
“ We are first on hand, Trailer,” he said to his ,
horse as he dismounted and staked him out not 
far away, after giving him a drink from aspring }
near by. j
“ But, there comes Number Two,” he added, 1
as a horseman came into View down the can-

yon.
“ And it’s Texas Jack,” + he added as he recog- }
nized the rider. i
The new-comer came on at a canter, riding f
with the ease and grace of one born to the sad- 1
dle, and called out in a cheerful way as he rode ‘

u :
p“Hello, Bill! I’m Number Two, I see; but,
what’s up, that we are called to rendezvous
here?"

“ Breath is too valuable, Jack, to thr0w away,
so I’ll tell you when all arrive,” answered

Cody.
“ ’m not curious, Bill, so can wait. I got
your message and came right along, and Jack
Crawford told me others were to be here.”

“ Yes, the whole Scouts’ League, or the pick
of them, Jack. There come three men n0w.”

“ gee, Jack Crawford, Bony Ernest, and Tom

Sun. z

“ All will be alon soon, for they are coming
in on time,” Buffalo ill said.

The three scouts rode up and greetings were
cordial all around.

They had not been long in the can on before
two others arrived, and were hail as Night
Hawk and Broncho Bill Powell.§

Dark-faced, black-haired handsome fellows
were these two brothers in buckskin, loved by
their friends as noble men and feared by their
foes and red-skins as dangerous in the extreme
when on the war- trail.

Half an hour after their arrival a sin is
horseman rode up—a man whose name will ve
in son and story as long as romances of the
Wild est are written and read.

6 I: was Wild Bill," scout, guide and Indian-
ter.
e was a splendid specimen of manhood, and
a pleasantsmlle crossed his dark, handsome face
as he was greeted by his comrades, who knew
him well and respected him.

“ There is one more to come, pards. and then
our League of Nine is com lete,” said Buffalo
Bill, running his eyes over t ose present, as he

“ Wild Bill, Texas Jack, Ni ht Hawk, Bron-
cho Bill, Jack Crawford. Bony meet, Tom Sun
and m self.”

“. Who is the other, Bill?" asked Texas Jack.

“ Frank Powell. ”1

And the name was welcomed with a cheer.

“ Well, he does beat the Jews, for, though a
surgeon in the army, he’s always ready for a
scout with us,” Texas Jack remarked.

“ Yes, and no better scout, or braver,trails the
plains " Wild Bill declared.

-“ ell, he’s an honorary member of our
League, and deservedly so, and when I gave him
a hint of what I had on hand, he said he was to
be counted in, too,” Buffalo Bill explained. .

“ Anl there he is,” Bony Ernest called out, as
at along, sweeping gallop a horseman came in-
to View.

I He was mounted upon a long-bodied, clean-
limbed bay mare with Mexican saddle and sil—
ver-mounted brid e.

He was dressed in a fatigue uniform, with a
black sombrero encircled by a gold cord.

A very handsome man he was,with a physique
of iron and a face kindly though resolute and
fearless.

His hair fell below his broad shoulders in
waving masses and was jet-black, while his eyes
were piercing and strangely bright.

He raised his sombrero in a courtly way as he
drew rein, and, dismounting, turned his horse
loose with perfect confidence that she would not
leave him.

“ Well, Cody, I am a trifle late, but here I am
at your service,” he said, pleasantly. '

 

lfugiolonel Wm. F. Cody, late chief of scouts, U. S.
y.

+J. B. Omohundro, the noted scout, who died in
Leadvllle, several years ago.

tCaptaln Jack Crawford, known as the Poet
Scout, and one of the best scouts on the plains—
now in Government service. Bony Ernest and Tom
Sun are scouts and guides to-day, and are noted
Indian-fighters.

v§ Night-Hawk George Powell, and his brother.
“ ill Powell - Broncho liili— have won fame asplsins-
men, from Texas to Utah. I Some years ago they
gave up a wild life on the border, studied medicine,
and are now practicing physicians in Wisconsin.

HJ. B. Hikok, a noted Union scout and spy, and
also a plainsman known far and wide for his many
deeds of desperate daring. He was assassinated
some years ago in Deadwood, by Jack McCaul.

1i Doctor Frank Powell, now practicln medicine
in La Crosse, Wisconsin, once a surgeon fn the U. S.
Army, then a scout and lndian-flghter. and later
known as White Beaver. the medicine-chief of the
Winnebagoes. Doctor Powell is a brother of Night-
Hawk and Broncho Bill Powell, and was known on

 

the plains as “Fate Fra " ‘
scout." y nk and The Surgeon

 

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“ we are all here now, Doe, and I wish to say’

i as the king of border scouts—Buffalo Bill,* then E that I have a plan to propose which one must

undertake alone, with the rest of us as allies.

“ it will be deadly work, fatal work, and
maybe one after the other will go under in it;but
we must pledge ourselves to carry it through,
and if the one whOSe lot it is to start in fails,
then we will draw lots again for another to take
his place.

“ Now, without knowing what it is, who will
draw lots to start the deadly work ?”

Every one answered promptly that he would
be the first!

“ I knew none of the crowd would wilt, pards,
and I borr0wed from the quartermaster some
chips-eight white and one red one.

“ I will put them into this buckskin bag, and
each man draws, and he who gets the red chip
is the man to take his life in his hands for
the work on hand. You draw first, Surgeon
Powell.”

With a smile Frank Powell thrust his hand in-
to the bag and quickly drew it out, all eagerly
watching him.

“ I have drawn the fatal red chip, rds, and
am ready,” said the surgeon scout, olding up
the ivory chip for all to see, while not an ex-
pression of his face changed at dread of what
was before him.

 

CHAPTER XV.
THE RED CHIEF.
, “ I aavn drawn the fatal red chip, pardsl”
The silence which fell upon the group of
scouts, gathered there in the canyon, when

Dr. Frank Powell, the first one to draw a lot ‘

from the buckskin bag, held up the red chip,
could alm0st be felt.

Not an ex ression on the face of the surgeon
scout show that he dreaded the ordeal through
which he must pass, and which the words of
Buffalo Bill had led all to feel must be almost
certainly fatal. .

He seemed rather to enjoy  drawn the

one to

red chip, for he was the firs real: the si-
lence with the remark:

“ I’m the winner, Bill, so what are the stakes
to be played for i”

“ You’ve got nerve, Doc,” answered Buffalo
Bill, admiringly.
i‘l‘lYes, a nerve of finest steel,” chippedin Wild

“ One of my profession should never allow his
nerve to be shaken, you knowgbut now, Bill,
tell us what our plan is, and what trail I am
to follow, w ch, you seem to think, death lies
in ambush at the other end of?”

“In a word Surgeon Powell, you must run
down the Red Buzzard I” announced Buffalo
Bill, and a wild cheer greeted his words from
the assembled scoutsi) f n l d

ha ’s un enou or me uiet respon -
ed the Surgeon Scogt. , q y

“Well, without a reflection upon any one
else, I believe you are the best man for the
work, doctor; but I’ll tell you my idea.”

“ Out with it, Cody.”

“ You know that reports are constantly com-
ing in of coaches he d up, settlements robbed
and horses being run off from the Overland sta-
tions by Captain Quantrel and his band, and
there are three rewards offered for the outlaw
chief. dead or alive.

“ But the rewards are not so tempting as the
chance is for the Scouts’ League to run the
Buzzards to their roost, and hang every one of
them.

“ The ' have no regular retreat, I am sure, or,
if they avs, no one outside of the band know
where it is. They move- quickly, first on one
trail, then on another, and strike where they

lease.
p “Now I wish to find out just where they can
be found, and who they are, and where they
have their spies, for spies they certainly have,
in all the camps.

“ If we can~track them once, get in with them,
in‘fact, we can 6:1ng wipe them out.

“ As we are n ed at the fort, I can spare
only one man for the work, and none but the
commandant must know why he is absent, and
he must become miner, stage—driver or anything
else in which he can best do his detective work.

“ Do you see?”

“ I do,” answered Surgeon P031], in his quiet
way, while he diligently whittl a stick with
his bowie-knife.

“ Now, no one knows,"continued Buffalo Bill,
"how many of these outlaws there are. There
may be a dozen, for as many have been seen at
one time, and perhaps three times that number,
though I do not believe they can muster over
twenty.

“ How to go to work, Doc, I leave to you, for,
if any, person can ,track a villain, you are that
men.

“Somehow I have a horror of a villain, Bill,
and his very presence betrays him to me, it

seems.

“ But wherever I go I must be able to get you
and our pards within call if I need them.

“ That is just it, and I will name half a dozen
points where you can leave a letter each week,
and one of us must make the rounds ev ' ten
days to see if you have communicated mt us.

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Red Butterfly.

 

 

“ Here is a map I have drawn of the Overland
and its branch trails, with the fort, mining-

camps and other settlements, and the pomts I

marked are where letters are to be left.

“ At Number One you will find a tree that has '

been struck by lightning, and there is a hollow
in it just the height of your head when mounted.

“ lNumber Two is a c ill’ near a spring, and a
loose rock on the side or the canyon you will see,
so put a letter beneath it.

“Number Three is a tree standing by itself,
and one liinb you can reach from horseback and
pull down, so you can wrap a letter in the leaves
and tie it onto a branch.

“ Number Four is to leave a letter with Nick
Saunders, the landlord of the Last Chance at
Hard Times, for he is a true piird if mine, and

lumber Five is right herein this Canyon, at
any plaza you may select.

” I‘ll give you the map, and a copy to each
one of the boys, to study up and then destroy.

“it you leave a letter at a point, tell us
when and where we are wanted, and him many
of us you need, and We’ll be there LS soon after
we hear from y on as hui's-zeflesh inn ('al‘l‘y us."

“i know that well, Bill, and shall go on my
mission assured lhatl have you all to call upon
when needed. if we don’t wring Stillle Buz-
zards’necks it will not be my fault, for 1 go in
to win,” the Surgeon Scout remarked, with his
usual quwl: decision.

“ Yes, but we do not expect “ondus, Pom ll,
at short notice, ftr this is such S‘sl'lhllx business
you enter upon, it may take a year to get that
band of cut—throntsin your p0“01‘; but, in the
end, it will be done. 'lhey will su=pect no se—
cret Work against them, and can guard against
open scouting after them and outwit us as a
body ”

Aiter some further conversation, the soouls ‘

mounted their horses and left the canyon as
they had come, excepting that Buffalo bill and
Frank i’owell rode 3an together, the latter
carrying his red chip with him, as he said, smil-

ing :
“ filer luck.”

CH API‘E XVI.
rm; THREE VISITORS.
THE party of horsemen w noun-rived at Miner’s
Roost and put up at the Overland Lodge, were
three in number.

“It is all that you can do, parson,” decided

ody, and the three scouts left the cabin and re-
turned to the hotel.
l An hour after, when it was dark, the man
who was to relieve the parson as nurse came to
the cabin and said:

“ I guess as how there’ll be trouble over at the
saloon to—night, yarson.”

“How is that, Brother Baleigh?’ asked the
i parson quickly.

“ Wand, l bet-rd as how some 0’ ther boys was
goin’ ter git Buffalo Bill and his pards inter a
game 0’ keerds and work up a row, so as they
could drop ’em, for they has it thet ther soouts
is here as spies, nleenin no good to some o’ ther
boys 0’ Miner’s Roost.”

“ They Will make a mistake, for Buffalo Bill
is Chit-f oi scouts at the fort, and harm to him
wdl fetch the soldiers down upon Miner‘s
Roost.”

“ 'l hat‘s my idee, person, bu‘; they is bent on
ml3(‘lil('l', and yer can’t argue with a fool.”

“No more you can’t,” admitted the parson
thcughtlully, and then he asluvd:

‘ W ho are [he peace-disturbers, Brother

laieigh?”

“ Weal. Si Saunders is ther chief, and Lasso
Dave and N it Sykes is backing him up, With
several others to stand by ’em if it comes ter a
draw and let go.”

“ Si Saunders, Lasso Dave, and Nut Sykes—
tlizec of the worst sinners of my fold,” sadly re-
marle the person.

S mn after he arose, and leaving Raleigh as
nurse for the wounded stranger, he wendcd his
way down amen}.r the camps.

The night was dark, but camp-fires, and lights
from the various cabins glimmered here and
there.

The stores were still open and the Overland
Lodge was in full blast, for in its saloon always
gathered at night all the miners who knew not
what to do with titemselw 8.

There were a s. ore of rude tables in the room,
with men gathered about them gambling, and a
long barof rough logs, high as the chin of a man
of ordinary size, extended clear across the
saloon.

At either end was a narr0w door, and the plan
adopted had the look of a stockade fort, rather
than a bar, and was doubtless intended to pro

‘ tect the dispensers of liquor from me mob, in

One was Buffalo Bill, and the others were the ‘
Brothei‘sin Buckskin, Night Hawk and Bronchov :

Bill l’owell.

They were gazed upon with considerable curi-
osity by the miners, for Buffalo Bill had been
at once recognized by Landlord Jerry, who
called him by name, and he then presented his
comrades, whose fame was Well kn0wn in all
that region.

They engaged as good quarters as the Lodge
could furnish, and then strolled about like men
who had no real business there and were merely
passing through the mining country.

The landlord called up several of the miners
and introduded them, and, as the Red Buzzards’
running of! with Sunset Sam’s coach was all
the talk, the conversation turned upon that ad-
venture. ,

The scouts listened attentivdy to all that was
said, and expressed a wish to go to the person’s
cabin and see the Wounded man.

The person was there as nurse, just then, and
he received the scout pleasantly and expressed
the belief that the stranger would pull through
with life, but added:

“I very much fear his reason will be gone.”

“ What a great pity; but, can you find no
clew as to who he is?”

“ None in the least, Buffalo Bill,” the parson
confessed.

“The outlaws stripped him of his money, if
he had any, and of every paper he had about
him to tell who he is or aught about him.

“ H0 is a gentleman, evxdently, and has seen
better days, poor fellow; but he came West to
mine, without doubt.” .

“Then he was the game the Red Buzzards
were after, you think?”

“ Yes, beyond all doubt.”

“ It was a bold deed to capture the stage as
they did."

“ One of the boldest I ever knew, and done in
sheer bravado, for they could have gone as pas-
sengers on the coach and obtained what they
did on the trail without risk, for they would
have held vantage over the driver, too.”

“That is so; but, did not the miners pursue
them?" ‘

“ There was no one to do so, as they made
good their escape, and, night coming on, would
have given them a long stu rt. I trailer; them to
where they had had a comrade in camp with
their horses, for they had planned well.”

“Then you can follow a trail, person?" sug-
gested Cody, with a smile... -

“Oh, yes, Brother \\ illiam; I have had so
much experience trailing sinners, you know.”

“And what do you expect to do with that
poor fellow?” .

“ He will be physically well very soon; but if
he does 1 0t regain his reason, will try and
trace him back over his journey to find out
who his friends are, that they may come after
him.”

case there should be a general r0w.

The “ bar ” was now attended by three rough-
looking specimens of manho. d is hose appear-
ance indicated that they Would fight at the drop
of a hat. ’

The bar on the inside looked like a ship-of-
war‘s bulwarks, for there was a shelf on which
stood many bottles bearing labels of what they
contained, and on the floor were barrels _irom
which to draw supplies when needed; but its re-
semblancii to a vessel’s bulwarks was in that all
all along on brackets were repeating-rifles and
revolvvrs, cocked and ready for instant use.

Tom-and-Jerry intended that his employees
should have the protection which the law of
powder and ball would afford. '

CHAPTER XVII.
PARSON PAUL “CHIPS IN.”

FULLY a hundred “ Citizens ” were gathered
in the saloon, when the clock over the bar
struck nine, and which timepiece, with the ex-
perience of its predecessor as an example (for it
had been used as a target, many times), was se-
curely shielded by a barrier of stout boards.

Liquor was flowin generously: the clink of
glasses was heard, mingling musically with the
ring of gold on the tables, and the hum of
voices arose and fell like the sound of breakers
upon the shore.

The three bartenders were kept busy “put-
ting up drinks,” and making change, and the
heart of Landlord Tom-enl-Jerry was glad-
dened by the sight, for it meant more “ rocks ”
for his pockets.

The landlord had escorted his guests, the
scouts, into the saloon, and they had been
quickly invited to play a sociable game of po-

 

er.

Night Hawk and Broncho Bill had declined,
claiming utter ignoruiiCe of the fascinating in-
tricacies of the national card game, but Buffalo
Bill had been led into temptation by the remark
of Nat Sykes:

“ I kin beat any scout as ever run from a in-
jun or were buckskin.”

“As I have olten run from an Indian, and
wear buckskin, being also a scout, I’ll go you,
my friend, for in game or two."

" Jun: Show up your pile and it’s agreed,” was
Nat. Sykes’s rejoindur.

“ I’ll put up my stake, my friend, at the

 

proper time.”

“ ll-is yer got ther lucre?"
i “ if I have not, I can borrow it; so, are you
ready?" was the cool retort.

“ Waal, I wants more in ther game, so who
chips in among my pards, as yours is too scared
to play 'i”

And Nat Sykes caught the eyes of Si Saun-
ders and Lasso Dave. who said, quickly:

“ I’m with yer. Nat.”

 

“ And me, too.”
“ They are the three worst men in the camps,”

 

whispered a miner, to Night-Hawk, while he
added:

“ Put- your friend onto them.”

“Oh, he has cut his eye-teeth; but I thank
you all the same,”answered Night Hawk.

Landlord Tom-and Jerry also gave Buffalo
Bill a warning look, but it was not heeded.

The scout had taken his seat, as if by accident,
with his back against the wall. and Broncho Bill
and Night Hawk assumed a stand on either side
as though to watch the grme.

The three roughs had intended taking that
side, but Buffalo Bill was too quick for them
and had the cmds in hand when they sat down.

“Is that your pack 0’ keerds. pard?” asked Si
Saunders, With n suspicious look.

“ W by do you ask ’9”

“Waal, you is stiangvrs in Miner’s Roost
and W0 has been took in by sharps now and
then.”

“Well, get another par-k if you suspect this
one of being marked,” Cody said, pleasantly,
while those around wondered that he had not
gi‘Own angry at the insiiiuntion.

“ \‘i'aal,l knows this ter be a clean pack.”

A nd Si Saunders drew a pack of cards from
his pocket.

“ Hut 1 don‘t know them to be clean, so I’ll
order a new pack," and the scout, compla-
cently.

“ W hat! does yer doubt me?”

“See here, pard, do you wish to quarrel or
play? for I took no ofl‘cnse at your accusa-
Lion.”

“Waal, l' hnin’t a man ter quarrel, so let’s

? play and Call bi xth remarks ( fl.”

“ Very well; as you please."

And Buffalo Bill culled fora fresh pack, and
they were handed over. ,

The game then began, the three roughs watch-
ing the Scout lite hawks, while he was unruiiled
and indilfei ent.

Behind the three men of Miner’s Roost; had
gathered a crowd, several (f whom, as if by
design, stood at the backs of the trio, and
watched every movement of the scout.

Others in the room who were idle became
lookcrs on, and as Buffalo Bill raked over the
pile of money he had won, it could be seen th t
the syn pathy of the crowd was not with i
Saunders and his comrade s.

“ You is a bi blufl'er,” at last asserted Si
Saunders, as C y canstautly raked in the gold,
his bold playing fairly startling his ad-
verswries.

“ You have the same privilege, pard," he an-
swered, quietly.

As Bill still continued to win, the three roughs
grew uneasy, and showed it. They had ex ect-
ed to play with marked cards and to pluck im,
after which they would pick aquairel, which
was meant to end in his death, and the death of
his comrades, for Si Saunders had all of his gang
about him.

“If yer wins another game, Buf‘ler Bill,1’ll
und. rstand that it hain’t luck. for yer has raked
us all in for considerable dust.”

“ You should not play for money if you
whine when you lose.”

“ Whose a-whining?" I

“ I thought you Were.”

“ W aal, yer thought wrong; but I’ll know
what it is i yer wins again. ”

“ Well, I win, you see, so what is it you
would say?”

“ That yer is 9. internal card—sharp!”

Quick as Buffalo Bill was in a draw,- he had
not expected instant trouble, and sothe despe-
rado had him cornered, his revolver, which he
had had in his lap being leveled lull in the face
of tho scoui.

Buffalo Bill’s faco did not even change color
while he said in the evenest of tunes:

“ You’ve got me cornered, purd, and no inis-
take. Now what do you want, for 1 know
when I’ve met my match i”

“I wants yer ter count out every dollar yer
has won from us three and give it back. Do it
quick, tool” -

“ Up with yer hands, Brother Saunders, gun
and all, and do it quick,tool" suddenly rung out
in the deep voice of the person, and a revolver
in his hand covered the desperado to whom he
gave the order.

CHAPTER XVIII.
FIGHTING SATAN Wl'l‘ll FIRE.

THE situation was a startling one in the Over-
land saloon, and wholly unexpected to all, for
no one had seen the punon enter.

What was more to the point, no one had ex-

 

pected that he would “ chip in ” when there was

a life—and-death scene impending.

Buffalo Bill had lived too long on the border
to throev his life away by an act of foolhardi-
ness when a desperate man had him covered
with his revolver.

Had there been other lives at stake then the
scout might have taken chances; but them was
nothing more at stake than for him to let the
bravo and his band rob him of the money he had
won in a square game, where they had intended
first to rob him and then kill him.

he knew that at his side stood two tried
friends and true, in Night Hawk and George

' Powell; that, if Si Saunders killed him one of

\

 

 

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Red Butterfly.

 

 

the Powells would surely send a bullet through
the bravo’s heart; but that would be poor satis-
l’action for Buffalo Bill, so he accepted the situ-
ation as it was, intending to play his trump
cards later in the game.

If he had had h:s revolver in hand, as had Si
Saunders, the would have taken the chances of a
duel with him; but now there appeared upon
the scene no less a person than Parson Paul, who
was there with a demand which his revolver en-
forced.

There were men at Si Saunders’s side and
back who had their eyes on the Powells, and a
shot from either of the brothers would have been
the signal for a desperate revolver duel; but
neither Nat Sykes nor Lasso Dave dared “ raise
the turn,” as they called it, by taming their
guns upon the parson.

There the parson stood, cool as an icicle but
in deadl earnest, his hand as steady as a rock.

“ Yer ain’t a-goin’ back on me, is yer, par-
son?" whined Si Saunders, completely taken
aback b the situation.

“ Wil you obey me, Brother Saunders, or
shall I pull trigger and pray for your soul after-
ward ?” was the stern rejoinder. '

“ Up goes my grippers, parson,” cried the
desperado, as be raised his hands over his head,
one of them holding a revolver.

The instant he did so Cody took advantage of
it to draw his weapon, and the situation seemed
to be gaining in interest.

“ Now, Brother William, take the money you
squarel won.”

“ Ho (1 on, parson, fer 1 hain’t to be brow-
beat out o’ my dust by you,” shouted Nat Sykes,
and he was bringing his hand up, a revolver in
it, when from the parson’s left gleamed a second
pistol and he found himself covered.

“ See here, Brother Sykes you and your sin-
ful pards had better go, or there will be graves
to dig tomorrow for all of you."

“ As it’s you, parson, I’ll go, but no other man
c’u’d drive me away from this saloon,” growled
the ugly Sykes. “ Only I don’t believo in
fightin a preacher any more than I w’u’d a
woman.”

“Especially when the preacher has the drop
on yJu, Brother Sykes,” suggested ParSon Paul
with a smile, and loud laughter rung out from
the crowd, who saw that the Pistol Parson was
master of the situation.

“Hain’t yer goih’ter let up on me, parson?”
demanded Saunders, who still held his hands
over his head, for the revolver in the parson’s
ri ht 01: covered him.

‘- es, go with your pards, and lose no time.”

Saunders turned and walked away with the
others, and all heard him say something in a low

tone.

Instantly the desperate trio turned, and a wild
er of warning arose:

‘ Look out for ’em I” .

“ They mean to open fire!” . _

Men sprung in every direction, knowmg the
deadly danger in standing before those three re-
volvers, for Si Saunders, Nat Sykes. and Lasso
Dave had played that same ga me before.

Every man in the room who had drawn a re-
volver replaced it, believing all trouble over;
but, somehow the parson had his in his hand,
and he stood between the scouts and the three
des radoes.

' hat the vicious trio meant to kill Buffalo Bill
and the Powells, all believed, and yet only one
man seemed quick enough to stop the tragedy.

That man was the parson! His revolver rang
out three times in less than tWo seconds.

Shrisks and a bean fall followed. Si Saun-
ders had dropped, a bullet in the center of his
forehead, while the revolvers they held fell from
the hands of Nat Sykes and Laaso Dave for the
arm of each had been shattered by a ball!

A deathlike silence followed, and now every
man had a weapon in his hand awaiting the re-

sult.

But the parson poured oil on the troubled
waters with the remark:

“ Brother Sykes, you and Brother Lasso Dave

were drawn into this trouble b the deceased Si ‘

Saunders whom I was force to take out of
this life, I fear for a worse one.

“ I will now be pleased to dress your Wounds,
and to-morrow arrange for the burying of your
lamented friend. The three of you meant to
kill, and so I had to fight the devil with fire.
You received just what you would have given.
Shall I look to your wounds now?”

The two men stood cowed and frightened, for
at their feet lay the man who had led them on,
and come there with the avowed purpose of tak-
ing the lives of the three GOVernment aeouts.

They suffered from the shock of their wounds,
and were glad to have the parson care for them,
knowing his skill, and that no one else was near
who could help them.

So they humbly sought his aid, and followed
him from the saloon,which fairly shook with the
wild cheers for “ The Dead-Shot Parson.”

CHAPTER XIX.
SPIRITED AWAY.

To say that the miners were amazed at the
turn aflairs had taken would but half express
their feelings, for they were wonderstruck.

Generally, in the Boost, when there was

 

l
| shootin done, the innocent were the sufferers,
I the gui ty being the victors and getting the best

of every affair of the kind which they invari-
l. ably brought on.

he trio who had been so summarily checked

i in their mischief had “painted Miner’s Roost
' red "on many an occasion, greatly to the regret
of the better element of the camp.

They were known to be desperadoes, and
many a deed of lawlessness was laid at their
door, though the proving it was no easy task.

They had been particularly severe toward
strangers, and there Were a number of gravos
in the little cemetery of men who had been
wantonly shot down by Si Saunders and his

pards.

The better element regretted to see Buffalo
Bill drawn into a game with the three despera-
does, but all weie glad to see him so cleverly
worsting them, and the game was apprecmted
as the roughs were not playing With their
marked cards.

When the parson appeared upon the scene it
was a surprise, and it was feared that he would
be set upon by the trio, for they were known to
have others to back them, and many an honest
band fell upon its revolver to be drawn in
Preacher Paul’s behalf.

c0ol courage and deadly aim surprised all pres-
ent, and cheers followr=d him as he went out with
Nat Sykes and Lasso Dave to repair the damage
he had done them, while he had arranged to de-
cehtl y bury the body of Si Saunders on the fol-
lowing morning.

Suc kindness on his part was duly appreci-
ated by the wild element of the Roost, and the
parson was voted “a trump keerd ” to play
against any band.

The cabin wherein Nat Sykes and Lasso Dave
dwelt was some distance from the saloon, but
the
' there with them and with the\0thers of their

immediate followers who went along to be of
. service, as they said.
I “ I’m gittin’ powerful weak, parson, and
‘ guess as how I am a-bleedin’ ter death," stated
Nat Sykes, as they neared the cabin.

“ Maybe so, Brother Sykes, for the way of the
transgressor is a hard road to travel; but we
will soon know, though I. don’t think either of
you got more than 0. ii ash wound. I shot only
to graze the bone, not to break it.

“ Here, pard, you run bat-k to the saloon
and get a bottle of brother Jerry‘s best, but
don’t drink it all on the way back.”

The man addressed dashed away on his er-
rand, and soon after the cabin was reached.

By the time the hunting-shirts were taken
off and the wounds exposed, the man returned
with the liquor, and the panon gave both of
the wounds: men a stiff drink; then, with a
basin of water be washed the blond away, and
made an examination, alter which be ob-
served:

“ It is as I thought; the bone is not shattered,

 

But the fighting parson had needed no aid; his 1 , _
i ger had gone, how he had so mysteriously dis-

parson showed no hesitation about going;
' or else the

“Yes, there’s a knife-wound in his breast.”

“ Then the stran er has killed him and fled,
for I don’t see him ere.”

“ The stranger did not kill him, Brother
Jerry, though he is not here,” calmly rejoined
the n.

“ hen where on earth is he?” cried one of the
miners, while the scouts stood in silence, seeing
and hearin all that passed.

“ When came here, Brother Jerry, I found
poor Raleigh dead, and the stranger gone. 1,
too, sus ted the stranger of killing his nurse,

until, I ound in Brother Raleigh’s hand this pa-

r.

Then he read aloud:

“ WARNING i
“As Parson Paul thwarted us in our game to get
possessi'un of Yankee Dan, the g:.ld-hlln'er, we have
now come for him. as he possesses a secret we wish
to know. artrr which he 5 ball die.
“ Let the parson be warn. d that he too i‘. marked
for oeath ray ‘
" Tm: RED Buzzanns 0!" Tina BORDER "

C HAP'I‘ ER XX.
KNOWN AT Las'r.
Tan communication, written in lead-pencil,
in a bold hand, and read aloud by the parson,
Wasa surprise to all. It told where the stran-

 

appeared, and more. it showed that the outlaws
were a desperate, cruel lot, to have come right

1 into the camps and do u but they had done'.

 

A short while before they had run off with
Sunset Sam’s coach, in broad daylight, before
the eyes of a hundred min.

Now they had come by night into the camps
and taken 03 bodily the wounded man whose
life had been saved by the person‘s skill and the
devoted nursing he had received.

That they had spies in the camps, who could
guide them to the rson’s home, was certain,
knew iner’s Roost but too well.

Poor Ra eigh, acting as nurse, had been killed
and placed upon the cot of the stranger, as
thou.h with the hope that his body would be
believed to be that of the man kidnapped; but
the keen eye of the parson had detected the
truth, and his first act was to see if Raleigh had
been mortally wounded or not.

He saw that he was dead and so went to the
Overland Lodge.

“ His body is still warm, so he cannot have
been long dead, and if such is the case then the

‘ outlaws cannot be very far away, especially as

they carry a captive,” the parson said.

“But, their trail cannot be followed at night,”
one of the miners remarked.

“They could go by but three trails, and a
party of mounted men could follow on each of
them,” declared Jerry Thomas.

“True, and we must start them at once, for
there are half a hundred horses in the camps at
least.” -

“ My pards and I will take one of the trails,
if the parson here will serve as our guide,”

merely grazed—see, here is the bullet, Brother 4 3051110 31” remarked-

Sykes!
“ Keep it as a warning, for it could have gone

But the parson returned:

“ No, my duty is here, for there are dead to

through your heart just as surely, had I intend- , be buried, Brother William.” L
9d,“; but, 1 spared you two and mowed our “We 1 “ V ery true, ’ responded the scout, and then

i Brother Saunders.
, “ I’ll see to you now, Biother Dave.”
I

he continued:
“But the wounded man was referred to as

The bullet was also caktn from the wound in .-Yankee Dan the Gold-Hunter?"

‘ Lasso Dave's arm, and then the parson dressed I
; them With the greatest of skill and care, after t

, which he took his departure.

l

; Returning to the Overland Saloon he was told I
r by Landlord Jerry that the scouts had retired, 5
‘ so after a short talk with Jerry Thomas, who ‘

praised his conduct in the saloon, and warned
. him to keep his eyes open for danger to himself,

l as Si Saunders‘s band would seek revenge, he i

I walked slowly toward his Own cabin.
, It was not very long before he was back
I again, and Jerry, who was just about to retire,
saw that something had gone wrong.

“Brother Jerry,“ he said however in an un-
J moved tone; “ wake those three scouts, and call
. Out as many of your best men from the saloon
: and bring them at once to my cabin."

“ But. parson, what the dickens has gone
wrong?"

_“ Do as I tell you, and you will find out," and
With this the parson walked rapidly away.

He ascended the stee path to his cabin and
PUShed open the door, w ich was unlocked.

He then paced to and fro in the little room,
his. brow clouded, as could be seen by the lamp
swinging over the table, until he heard steps
outside.

" Come in.” he said, as he beheld the landlord,
the three scouts, and a trio of the best men in
Miner‘s Roost.

 

“What’s gone wrong, parson?” asked one of 

the miners.

y.
“ Is the stranger dead i” asked Jerry.

stranger, Brother Jerry l”

The landlord sprung to the side of the cot and
cried out:

“ Great God! it is Raleigh l"

“ Yes Brother Jerry."

“ And he’s dead?"

 

“ Yes, do you know him, Brother Cody?”

“ I knew a man by that name Some years ago.
He mined alone and was a fearless fellow; and,
now that I recall him he did not look unlike the
wounded man; but his hair was not gray, then,
and he wore it long, and also a full heard.

"I remember that be came to the fort and
gave warning of an Indian raid. The com-
mandant then said his name was Daniel Darwin
and that he lived some miles from Fort Edward
in New York State.

“ I recall this as I afterward struck his camp
and he was gone, but he had cut into a tree the
words:

“ ‘ I f .und my fortune here.
“ ‘ DANIEL Danwm.‘ "

“Then there was a date which I have now
forgotten.”

“I thank you, Brother Cody, for this news
for I shall write at once to the postmaster of
Fort Edward making inquiries regarding the

man.

“ Now, it would be well to get off, if you are
going. I should advise that you take the ridge
trail with your two comrades, and I will start
you well upon it."

This the scouts decided upon, and the were
ofl.’ within fifteen minutes, with Parson aul as
guide, while it was over an hour before the two
miners’ parties got mounted and away.

Just at sunrise the parson returned and re-
Dorted that the scouts had struck the trail of the

l“The parson pointed to the cot wherea form i Red Buzzarg‘:ll so that messengers were dis-

patched to the miners back, and all were
content to leave to Buffalo Bill and his oom-

“Do you not see that it isnot the wounded 5 rades Night Hawk and Broncho Bill, the trail-

ing of the daring outlaw murderers and kidnap-

pers.

As the coach would come through from Hard
Times that day, the person’s first dut was to
write a letter to the postmaster at ort Ed-
ward, making inquiries of him regarding Daniel

 

 

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Darwin, known upon the frontier as Yankee
Dan, and giving the particulars regarding the
wounding, carrying off, and probable death of
the miner. '

The miners who had started on the hunt for
the outla we returned, tired out and disappointed,
late in the evening, but this disappointment
seemed greater on account of their having
missed the double funeral of Si Saunders and
Raleigh, and not having seen the parson per-
form the sacred rites with befitting dignity and
goodwill.

The rougher element showed their regard for
Si Saunders dead to be greater than for him
living, and they were a critical band, too, trying
hard to think that the person had slighted the
remains of their pard, and honored those of
Raleigh the more.

But they had to admit that he showed no par-
tiality for the “ remains,” singing just as sweet—
lsy for both, and not leaving out an Amen for Si

aunders, which he had put in for Raleigh.

“ I kinder thought as h0w he were a-goin’ ter
slight poor Si, and of so I was thar ter take it
up,” remarked a burly rufiian after the burial.

“ Waal, itwere dif’rent with me, for I thought
as how he’d be more partial ter ther stiff he hed
pervided fer ther funeral; but he were squar’
tor both and sent ’em off on golden pinions, did
ther arson,” another had respond ed.

“ aal, pards, Si hev one on his last trail,
and it are our duty to do y him as he would by
us drink full in honor 0’ his goin’.”

This proposition was unanimously agreed to,
and forthwith they proceeded to carry t out.

Both Lasso Dave and Nat Sykes had been
conspicuous at the funeral by their absence, but
the parson had returned from the cemetery b
the way of their cabin and told them how we 1
all passed off, while he a sin dressed their
wounds for them with the s ill of a surgeon,
which brought forth the remark from Nat:

“ Waal, ou be a dandy, rson, and no mis-
take, and guess poor Si w lrest well arter the
sarvices yer bestowed upon him.”

“ The community certainly will,” dryly as-
sured the parson, but neither Nat or Dave saw
the point.

Days passed, and Buffalo Bill and his com—
rades sent in no word of havin tracked the
kidnappers to their lair, and as iner’s Roost
had too many sensations to remember an one
event long, the stranger who had been sp rited
away by the Red Buzzards had been almost for-

otten.

g But there was one who had not forgotten him,
and that one was the parson, for at last a letter
had come from the East containing information
regarding Yankee Dan, the Gold Hunter. This
letter was followed, soon after, by an arrival at
Miner’s Roost whose coming created a decided
sensation.

 

CHAPTER XXI.
scours ON THE TRAIL.
SOME days after the bold act of Captain Kit
Quantrel, in running of! with Sunset Sam’s
coach, a horseman was riding alone through a

, wild and rugged valley.

' He at last came to a halt near a spring, and
gazed about him with the air of a man who was
searching for something.

Dismounting he quenched his thirst at the
spring, gave is borsea drink and staked him
out near, while he stood gazing about him.

He was of attractive rson, with an athletic,
wiry form, broad shou ders and a military car-
ria e, yet quick in his step and movements.

is eyes were as piercing as an eagle’s and
as bright, while his face, cast in a stern, reso-
lute mold, was one to give confidence and show
indomitable courage and will-power.

Dressed in buckskin leggin s stuck in top-
boots, he wore an undress un form jacket and
gray sombrero, while in his belt were a pair of
revolvers and at his back was a rifle.

His horse was an able animal and well equip-

pe’li‘he man was Captain Jack Crawford, and he

' was on his rounds to see if word had been left

at any of the places designated by Buffalo Bill
by the Surgeon Scout, from whom not a word
had been heard since his acce ting the duty of
gaging detective upon the

r or.
“ his is the only one of the five I have not
visited—yes, and yonder is the stone described,”
and so saying he climbed up the wall of rock
overhanging the spring to where lay a loose
robgk, evidently having fallen from the clifl
a vs.
“Ah! here is a letter,” he cried, as he ItliPped
up the rock and behold beneath it a p of

r.

pa t was addressed to no one, but was not sealed
and read as follows: .

“ The Red Birds captured a coach a few days ago,
wounded passen er and escaped.

“Come to the st, but not in force. Will meet
you there.”

“ Now I must get back to the fort with all

,” and so saying Jack Crawford mounted
horse and rode away. ,. ,

Fort Venture was an advance post, far from

civilization and the barrier against red-skin

Buzzards of the

raids and too muc" lawlessness in the mines.

 

 

But the force was inadequate for the work ex—
pected, for it would have taken a couple of
thousand soldiers to accomplish what the Secre-
tary of War at Washington had ordered less
than two hundred men to do.

These were a couple of companies of infantry, .

a section of artillery, one company of cavalry,
a few hangers—on about the post, and, fortu-
nately for the safety of all, Buil‘nlo Bill and a
score of splendid scouts, some of whom the read-
er has already met.

But for these heroes in buckskin the fort
would have been wiped out of existence by the
Sioux, while wagon~trains going westward
would have been ambushed and destroyed.

It was fifty miles from Hard Times, and so
remote that mails came but seldom.

And yet the gallant pards of the Scouts’
League were wont to ride at will through the
perilous country, and it was just what Jack
Crawford did when he went on the rounds to
see if Surgeon Powell had left a letter.

The Surgeon Scout had been gone so long
without sending any word, that’ Buffalo Bill
and all were becoming anxious about him.

But. then in. came Jack Crawford with his
letter, found at the spring, and it was eagerly
read by the chief ofscouts, who said at once to
Captain Jack:

"Jack, you follow to-morrow with ten of the
men, and camp at the spring, in case I should
need you.”

“ I’ll bethere, Bill,”answered Jack Crawford,
and with the two Brothers in Buckskin, as the
Powelis were often called, Buffalo Bill set out
for Miner’s Roost.

They arrived, as the reader knows, but; failed
to find Surgeon Powell. '

They dared ask no questions re arding him,
and when the kidnappipg of Yan ee Dan was
discovered, they started u .n the trail of‘ the
outlaws, guided by Parson aul.

But they did not go blindly as» Parson Paul
soon revealed a lantern, and a close examination
of the trail showed that five horses had gone
along that way.

T e n knew the ridge trail well, so put
out the lantern and led on until the valley was
reached

Here his lantern was again lighted and the
trail discovered and its direction noted.

“ They have gone down the river, and there is
no ford for many miles,” you are safcto follow
until dawn.

“ There are five tracks, as you see, but one
horse was doubtless brought for the stranger, so

on have four men to fl ht, unless they have a
far er force awaiting t em somewhere near,
which you must look out for.”

‘ “You are right, person, and on talk more
like a scout than one who has ollowed Gospil
trails only.

“ But I have tothank you again, for your ser-
vices to-night in my behalf, and I rather like
fyiour style of weeding the sinners out of your

ock.

“ If your religious arguments are as straight
to the point as you shoot, then you must corral
converts by the score.”

“ I talk as I shoot, Brother Cody, straight at
them; but I must be on my way back now,- for [
have two funerals on my hands in the morning,
you remember i”

“ Yes I remember,” dryly said Buffalo Bill
and wit a grasp of the person’s hand all roun
the scouts mounted their horses and rode awa
in the darkness, following the river-trail, wh e
the fi hting preacher wended his way backto-
ward ner’s Roost.

CHAPTER XXII.
run LOST TRAIL.

UNTIL dawn the three scoritis wentdsilerétly (in
their wa hardl once spea ng an no W18 -
ing to hh’ve their approach heard, should the
outlaws have halted in their fli ht.

The comin of dawn show them that they
were on the r ght trail, for there were the tracks
of five horses. .

“ The will hardly believe pursuit can start
before awn, so we have the advantage, Ni ht
Hawk, as we are over twenty miles on the tra ,”
said Buffalo Bill.

“ Yes, and by hard riding mag come ugewith
them within an hour or two, for do not have
the;’ had over that ion h of time thestart of
us, Broncho Bill remar ed.

“ Let us first go into camp and get breakfast,
givin our horses an hour’s rest and a chance to

cod; n fact, two hours would be better, as we
could catch some sleep, and we have the day be-
fore us.”

This proposition of Buflalo Bill was considered
a wise one, so a axing-place was found, the
horses watered, 1111 died and staked out, and
in a few minutes the scouts had a cup of codes
taz‘nd ate their frugal breakfast of cold meat and

read.

Then they laid down to rest, but in just one
hour awoke, so trained were they in controlling
their senses when asleep even.

Soon after they were mounted and again upon

the we .

“ Weyll, Bill,what do on think of that strange
portion!” asked Nigh Hawk George, after
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“ He’s a dandy, isn’t he?”

“ Yes; but what do you think of him '5”
l “ I hardly know; but he surely fights the devil
! with fire, and is the most muscular Christian I
ever crossed the trail of.”

“ He is, indeed, and you heard how he had
i gone after the Red Birds who ran off with the
‘ coach?”

“ Yes, and he carries his revolver and Bible in
the same bag, I take it, for, though he does not
keep either in sight, the weapons certainly turn-
ed up when wanted, and three quicker shots I
never heard, while his bullets went just where
he wanted them,” Broncho Bill said.

“ Yes; he shot to kill that fellow, Si, and to
wound the other two, and he was just in the
nick of time, for if he had not done what he did
there would have been a dozen men dead in that
saloon in a minute more, and one of us, perhaps
all, would have turned up our toes.

“ I tie by the parson,pards,” Night Hawk said,
feelingly.

“ So do I,” joined in Broncho Bill, while Buf-
falo Bill added:

“I’m fairly stuck on him, but I can’t make
him out. .

“ He’s no howling missionary from the back-
woods, for he is educated and as toney as an
army cadet, while he goes forth with fire and
sword, so to speak, to slay the Philistines that
crowd him too hard, and ropes in the miners
with a lariat.

” He might pass for a professor in a theologi-
cal institute, with his black suit, gold spectacles
and clean-shaven face, while in a scrimmage he
is as chipper as Satan with spurs on.”

“ Did you notice what a trailer he was?”

“ Yes Broncho, 1 did, and he was as cool
about the discovery he had made in the cabin
as though it were an every-day affair to find a
dead man in his bed.

“ I tell you, the parson is just my style of
man, but here we are at the ford,” and Buffalo
Bill drew rein where the trail of the outlaws led
into the river, which was a deep, swift—flowing
stream a hundred yards or more in width.

Just at the ford there was a bar running
obliquely across the river, and here the water
was not stirrup deep; but upon either side the
led 9 it was fully ten feet in depth.

he scouts carefully reconnoitered with their
glasses every nook upon the other shore.

That the outlaws had crossed there their tracks
plainly showed, and if they meant to ambush
their pursuers, that was the very place to do it
successfully and with less danger to them-
selves.

Each of the scouts had-a glass, and dismount-
ing they took various positions and reconnoi-
tered the other shore.

At last they felt convinced that the outlaws
had not halted ihete,‘ and so they rode in at the
ford and followed.the bar across.

There was a sand island in the center, and
here they saw the tracks of the cutlaws’ horses,
and also the footprints of heavy heeled boots,
showing that the outlaws had made a halt
there.

But on they went, and were going out upon
the other shore when Buffalo Bil drew rein and
came to a sudden halt, while he gave a low
whistle of surprise.

“ What is it, Bill?” asked the Powell pards in
a breath.

“ Show me the trail, that is all.” ,

Both Night Hawk and Broncho Bill gave ex-
:laiixliations of amazement, for they saw no

ra .

“ They did not come out here.”

“That is certain.”

“ Where, then?”

“ There is not another ford in ten miles.”

“But they could have swum their horses
down—stream a short distance and made a land-

in .1) _

g Yes, Broncho, and we must find where they
did land.”

“ Perhaps the went back and covered their
trail as they 0 out of the river where they
entered it,” suggested Night Hawk.

“ We must find that out,” was Buffalo Bill’s
answer, and after convincing themselves that
the outlaws had not come out of the water
there, the scouts returned to the other shore.

But not even with the ‘hoofs of their horses
muffled could the outlaws have again left the
river there, and the three scouts stood in a
quandary, not knowing what course to pursue.

 

CHAPTER XXIII.
ourwrrrnn.

Tar three scouts bcin at fault, regarding the
trail, halted for a tation.-

They gave their horses the benefit of the halt
to rest and feed, by unsaddling and staking
them out, while on foot theg examined every
foot of ground as only skilled tiersmen knew
how to do.

No three better trailers could be found on the
plains, and this they modestly admitted to

hcmselves as they went to work to solve the

mWy.

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last became conv need that the outlaws had
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So, while Buffalo Bill and Night Hawk took
teach a side of the river on foot, Broncho Bill
rode down the trail along one bank, leading the
horses of his comrades.

He made his way slowly along, keeping pace
With the others in their search, and an occa-
sional hallo from one or the other marked their
progress.

Thus several hours slipped away, and the
scouts had thoroughly searched every foot
along the banks for a distance of ten miles from
the ford.

“ What luck, Night Hawkl”called out Buffalo
Bill, from his bank of the river.

“ There is not a single spot where a wolf
could get ashore, let alOue a horse,” was the an-
swer.

“ The same on this side, but I’ll keep on down
to the ford, searching as I go, and you do the
same, while Broncho goes ahead to have dinner
for us and give the horses 8. longer rest.”

“ All right; I’ll get there in two hours, if it’s
but ten miles more," answered Night Hawk.

So the searCh was begun again, and Broncho
Bill rode on at a pace which carried him to the
lower ford in little over an hour.

He found a splendid feeding ground for the
horses, and then set about reconnoitering his
position to see that there was no foe near.

This ford was a grand one, saddle-skirt deep,
and below it, as above, the banks were rocky
and precipitous.

As the shadows be an to lengthen Bufalo Bill
arrived quite tired a ter his long search and loss
of rest, and soon after a hail came from the
other shore, and Broncho Bill rode across and
brought Night Hawk over.

Broncho had a good camp-dinner awaiting the

tired men, and, having dispatched it, they began
to talk over the scare .
“ There is no trail here at this ford,” Broncho
Bill said.
“ And but one spot on my bank where a land-
ing could have beenmade, and it surely was not
done there,” Buffalo Bill responded.

“ And not a lace on my shore where a horse
could get out,’ added Night Hawk.

“ Well, Kit Quantrel must have led that kid-
napping band himself, for he has the name of
being the cleverest dodger on the border, and
always covers up his tracks.” _

“ But how does he do it, Buffalo Bill?”

“ Who knows? for he’s ahead of me."

“ He surely came to the ford.”

~“ Yes.”

“ And entered the river there i"

H True.”

“ There is no boat on the river?”

“ None that I ever heard of.”

“ It would be impossible that there should be,
and what use, except in this very case, would he
have for one?”

“ I do not believe he has a boat; but an idea
strikes me of how he could have dodged us.”

“ What is it, Bill?”

“ He could have left his horses back on the
trail, going to others awaiting him at another

int

“ Well ?” _

“ And one'man could, have taken the five ani-
mals on."

6‘ Yes."

“ And entered the river.”

“ That they did do.”

“We saw a man’s track on the sand island,
and it seemed as though a halt had been made
there, and my idea is, for it’s just about what
Kit Quantrel would do, that the fellow cut the
throats of the horses and let them float on down
the river.”

“Bill, I believe you have it.”

“It’s about the only plan I see to solve the
mystery of the lost trail, ’ Broncho Bill said.

“ The man could have come ashore bareme
and made no trail, and I believe that was Quan-
trel’s game, for what would he care for the
horses!” . '

“ True, I guess you have hit it, Bill; but what
are we to do now?” . .

“ We’ll seek a safer campi -place for the
night and go tomorrow where ack Crawford
and his boys are, and see if any of them can
 a plan to pick up the trail of the Red

1 s.

This lan decided upon the three scouts went
to a e camp for the night, and were glad to
seek their blanket.

The night pit-ed without a disturbance, and
at dawn they wmwholly refreshed, and
having breakfast, for the rendezvous at
the sprincg.

Jack rawford and his men were there, and
the situatiOn as it was, was placed before them,
and as no one could hit 11 n a more likely solu-
tion than Buffalo Bill’s dea, that the outlaws
had deserted their horses and sent them on with
one man to kill them, this was looked upon as
just what had been done. ‘

“BAllly newsfrom Surgeon Powell, J lick?” ask-
ed il .

“ Not a word, and I returned from the rounds
just ,before you came in, having started yester-

gi hope no harm has befallen him.”
:1 Did he not meet you at Miner’s Roost as he
so

 

“No, Jack.”

“ That looks bad, for the surgeon never breaks
an appointment or his word; but what shall we
do now 1"

“ We can do but one thing and that is to re-
turn to the fort and await news from Doc Pow-
ell, for the Red Buzzards have certainly out-
witted us, pards," responded Buffalo Bill.

CHAPTER XXIV.
THE PARSOle LETTERS.

1T will be remembered that the parson re-
ceived a letter regarding Daniel Darwin, about
whom he had written to the postmaster near
where the miner’s home was said to be lo-
cated.

The miners wondered that Buffalo Bill never
reported his trailing of the outlaws, forgetting
h0w readily they had given up the pursuit.

The fate of the stranger they did not know,
and many did not care; but it was generally
believed that Quantrel had put his man to
death.

The mail brought in one day by Sunset Sam
contained a letter for the parson, and it was
Suickly taken up to his cabin by Landlord

erry. ‘

The parson eyed it as though it was an un-
common thing for him to receive a letter, but at
last said:

“ It is from an attorne in N ew York.”

Tom-and-Jerry starte at this, like a man
with a guilty conscience who wished nothing to
do with lawyers.

“It’s nothing about me?” he said, with a
troubled look.

“No, Brother Jerry it’s from the lawyer of
the man whom the outlaws kidnapped."

“ Oh i” and Jerry looked relieve .

Then the person read his letter.

It was dated three weeks before, written in
New York, and read as follows:

“ Rsv. PAUL Pam:—

“Dua Sim—Your letter to the ostmaster at
Fort Edward was forwarded to me 0 respond to,
and I hasten to do so. _

" I note all that you ea in regard to the arrival

of my client, Mr. Daniel arwin. who, I recall, once
told me that he was called, upon the frontier, by the
name of Yankee Dan.
“M idea of the stage-coach attack upon Mr.
Darwln was to secure from him maps of a mine
which in my opinion he went out to work, though
this is only surmise on my part.

“He certainly did dig a fortune in gold out of a
mine, and half a year ago lost it all by the failure
of two banks so closely allied to each other that
wherIi one closed its doors the other followed its ex-
amp e

“This left Mr. Darwin with a little money in the
village bank near his home, and which he set aside
to the credit of his ward, a young lady whom he
brought from the West with him nearly five years
ago, and who is completing her education at a school
on the Hudson River, graduating in a couple of
months more.

“Mr. Darwin also has his farm on Lake Geo ,
which is rented in shares, the rental also beingrgg-
posited to the credit of his ward, Miss Mohawk.

“The second attack upon Mr. Darwin, when he
was spirited away from your cabin by outlaws, goes
further to provo that they believe they can wrest
from him the secret of his mine; but if, as you say,

 

he has lost his reason through the wound he re-‘

ceived, he will doubtless be killed as soon as they
discover the fact that his mind is gone.

.“Poor fellow, I could wish for a happy fate for
him, as he is a noble man, and has known so much
of sorrow in the past.

“ His will, left with other papers in my keeping,
leaVes his farm, his money, and all else that he may
possess, to his adopted daughier. Miss Mohawk.

“I shall communicate wnh h r at once telling
her thesad story your letter tells, and stan ready
to give into her keeping her legacy when it is as—
sured that Mr. Darwin s dead, which I very much
hOpe is not the case, though, should his reason he
irrevocably gone, it would be better so, perhaps.

“ You having been so kind as to take an interest
in my unfortunate client, I am going to ask of on
to st ll further confer a favor by setting on oot
eve means in your power to discover if he be
de or aliw.

“If dead, I must have good proof of the fact, and
if alive and a captive to a merciless lot of outlaws,
1you may offer a reward of five hundred dollars for

is rescue.

“ I Would that i could offer more. but little more
than that sum of his mone is now in my hands;
but I will expect to have it oubled by Miss Mohawk
when she learns of all the circumstances, and will
at‘pnce write you.

For the reward, and other expenses
have been to, or falling upon
the amount to you by Overlan
train you what the sums may be.

Thanking you for your great kindness to my
client, behave me. my dear sir,

“Yours obediently,
“ Wu.an Wnsm.”

This letter the person read carefully through,
and then he and the landlord talked it over to-
gether, and they could only arrive at one con-
clusion, and that was that the outlaws knew
Just what had brought Daniel Darwin West,
and had laid in ambush to entrap him.

Physically he was well again though weak-
ened - but when they discovered his mind was a
wreck, unless they believed he was shamming,
the llpar-son thought they would kill him, as be
we d be a very troublesome person to keep in
their 
Whent e next mail came
other letter for the person.

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in it brought an-

  

 

This, too, was from the lawyer, and the par-
son’s brow clOuded as he read it:
“ MY DEAR Siaz~

"I at one.» communicated to Miss Mohawk the
sad new's contained in yoiirletter, told her what I
had do. e, Iilld aeked her to offer a thousand dollars
more as it reward.

“ I have never seen the young lady, but her letter
astouncs me, ior she simpb says that she will offer
no reward and forbids me to do so, and if her
adepted father is dead. she will discover the fact in
good time.

“ l’r rmit me therefore to say that your personal
expenses in this mattei‘I will pay, while from my
own purse I will offer two hundred dollars as a re-
ward for knowledge of him, dead or alive, if you
deem that incentive enough to Skt any one to find

out.
“ I have the honor to be, (.tc., etc."

“ The heartless girl,” said the person, as he
finished reading the letter.

Then he added: ,

“ I fear they have killed the r fellow; but
we will know in time, as the gir says—but what
is all that row in the camps?” and the parson
hastened down toward the Overland Lodge
where a large crowd had gathered.

 

CHAPTER XXV.
GO-WON-GO’S GRIEF.

“ SHE reminds me of the pictures I have seen
of Pocahontas.”

So said a distinguished visitor at the fashion-
able Young Ladies’ Seminary which Go-won-go,
the Red Butterfly, attended.

Her face was a dark, healthy red, but her
features were perfect, her carriage stately and
her every movement graceful.

Her milk-white teeth shone with brighter
luster in contrast to her red complexion, and
her eyes were very large, lustrousL'and full of
ex ression.

reamy they were, almost sad, but they
would enkindle with a fire that seemed to burn
when she became excited, or rather had cause
for excitement, for outward] she was ever calm
ugggr all circumstances w ere calmness was
n .

Her form was willowy, yet ve strong, and
she could run like a deer, and leap ike one over
berg-(gem that men would not have readily ven-
tur .

Dressing ever neatly, she bound her long
black hair in braids about her head like a crown,
fastening them with an ivory comb.

This was the only ornament she wore except
a diamond solitaire ring upon her left hand, a
gift from Daniel Darwin.

Go-won-go had met rebuffs at first, for there
were irls who did not care to associate with
“an ndian.”

But she had passed them unheeded, ever hav-
ing a bright smile for those who treated her
with kindness, and getting her revenge upon
one young lady who had sneered at her as a
“red-skin squaw,” by jum ing into the river
one day and saving her ife, when she had
fallen off of the end of the dock, where she was
fishing, and at the very time she lost her bal-
ance making ungenerous remarks about Go-
won-go, who was coming toward the group of
maidens gathered there.

There were screams, and shrieks for help, but

not one dared spring over to the aid of the
fast-drowning girl, though many there could
swim.
“ It is Delia Harrison, Go-won-go,” cried one of
thetgirls as the Indian maiden ran up to the
8p((lro-won- olooked down into the dos , clear
depths an caught sight of the white ace be-
neath the waters. .

In an nstapt showrook a “ boarder,” and] a wild
c wen u rom egirsas t eysaw er rise
w?th Delia  in her arms.

“ You must not struggle, or you will drown
us both ” the heard her say, and a few mo-
ments after t ey reached the steps on the side
of the wharf, and ready hands drew the half-
growned girl up to safety and bore her up to the

01188.

Meanwhile Go-won-go quietly swam ashore, as
thong: enjoying her bath, once she was in for a
duo g, and landing, made her way to her
room to soon after reappear with dry clothes on
and thinking nothing of her brave act but much
of the grim reven e she had felt, for the Indian
in her nature wou d exert itself.

And Delia Harrison smothered her pride and
before the whole school begged Go-won-go to for-
give her many unkind acts toward her; but in

or heart she hated the Indian girl before she
owed to her her life

When the session was half passed there seemed
no doubt in the minds of the students as to who
would carry off the honors.

“ Go—won-go will get all the pri and stand
W said one, and not a dissenting voice was

e . '

It was a joy to the Indian 1 to feel that she
would carry off the honors, or she had worked.
to that end.

An Indian amo
mined toshow her a opted father that she could
grove their equal if not their superior in their

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honor of feeling that one of a hated race could ‘
win when the test came.

“ Yes, I will get the honors I know, and in a '
few more months I will receive my diploma,”
she said as she sat in her room after study hours I
one rainy afternoon. '

“ And what after I have aduntedl

“I do not know; but I s all go to the farm
and await my dear father’s return, and I know ‘
he will soon return with a golden fortune for us;
but it is strange that I have had no letter from
him since he reached the terminus of the rail-
road—ahl there come the letters now.”

She saw the post—boy of the school coming
across the lawn, and soon after in the corridor
the names of the girls who had letters were
called out by the monitress.

“ Miss Go—won-go Mohawk l”

“ Here I” and the Red Butterfly received her
letter and hastened to her room.

“ Wh , it is not from my father,” she said,
with a 00k of disappointment.

She broke the'seal, and what she read brought
her white teeth together with a snap.

She arose and stood erect, her bosom heaving
convulsively, while she held the letter clutched
ti ht in her hands.

ike a bronze statue she stood for long min-
utes gazing out into the pitiless rain, her eyes
fixed on vacancy.

Other girls Would have cried out, moaned or
fainted away at what she had read, had they
been in her place; but she uttered no cry, no
moan, and suffered in silence, not a tear dim-
ming her eye.

At last she spoke, and her voice was very
calm:

“ I cannot believe that he is dead; but dead or
living, this is no place for me now.

“ No, my place is there.

“I will ofler no reward, and so will I write
this lawyer.

“ I will ask no one to find him if alive, or to
find his grave it dead.

“Iwill do it.”

She was silent for a moment, and then
resumed:

“ What are honors to me now? I must go
and recovsr him, or avenge him 1”

CHAPTER XXVI.
A MYSTERIOUS YOUTH.

“ WHO is ter ride With me on ther box?”

The question was asked by Sunset Sam, as he
came out to mount to the box of his coach and
start upon his long run of thirt hours, with
two three-hour rests, for the t me was not
very fast out to Hard Times, as to .trips were
semi-monthly.

“I am,” came the response, and out of the
dingy hotel on the trail came a youth 11 n
whom Sunset Sam’s e es were at once erete .

He was an Indian, eyondall dOubt, for that
his red complexion and long jet-black hair
showed.

He was dressed in a suit of black, the jacket
being trimmed with silver buttons, and the outer
seam of his pants, which were stuck in the high-
top cavalry boots, were also fringed the same

wa .

Ila wore a blouse shirt of silk, with broad col-
lar, and about his waist was a crimson sash, in
which were stuck a pair of handsome, gold-
rnounted revolvers and a bowie-knife with
carved handle.

His hair fell upon his shoulders, and his form
was slight, elegant yet athletic.

Upon his head he wore a black sombrero, en-
riched by a silver cord, while in front was beau-
tifully embroidered a red butterfly. 4

His hands were covered with gauntlet gloves,
a riding-whip with gold hafldle hung from his
belt, and golden spurs were upon his heels.

“ Waal, I’ll be eternally scorched if that
hain’t a Injun dandy from Red-skin Ranch,”
said Sunset Sam as he caught sight of the In—
dian youth.

Then he added:

“ And it is ter ride with me?

“ Waal, if he pays his money he has ther
right.

“ Come. Mr. Red-skin git up if yer goes with
me, for I are a minute late in startin’, seein’ as
I were tuk all aback at seein’ yer."

The youth with a spring reached the box and
took his seat.

“ Nimble as a catamount,” muttered Sunset
Sam, and he started on his journey. I

The youth calmly sat by his side, making no
remark, and Sunset Sam was the first to break
the silence.

“ What may your name be, young Injun
pard?” he ventured. .

” I am called Red Butterfly.”

"Be you, now?

“ Well, you look it.”

“ Look like a butterfly!"

“ was], you is as ay as one; but fine feathers
don’t always make us birds.” ‘

“ For instance, the Red Buzzards.” ,

“ Ahl you has heerd o’ thet nest, has yer i”

“ Yes, often.”

“ You doesn’t live in these parts?”

 

“ No, I’m a tenderth from the East.”
“Lord have mercy on yer, then, out in this

    

country, fer yer must be one of them Injuns as
acts in theater plays.”

“ Not exactly, though I have come West to
act in a drama.’

“ See here, young pard, ef yer takes my ad-
vice, yer’ll ask the ter draw is and git down
and walk back, catchin’ ther rst stage goin’
east on the main line o’ther Overland, er this
are the honerarest countrv man ever seen.”

“ But I prefer to go on. ’

“ Is yer afeerd o’ road-agents?”

“ Well I have to be tried by seeing them to
find out. ’

“ It’s likely yer’ll git tried, then.”

“You ex ect to meet the road-agents, then?”

“ Waal, ’ll tell yer thet they has a idee I has
a rich freight on this run which I hasn’t, of
course, and more than likel it will be a case 0’
hands up afore we reach Miner’s Roost.”

“ What will you do?”

“ I’lléiut my hands up only too sudden.”

“An they will rob you?”

“ Yas, and the coach, if there was anything
to take; but they’ll salt you, too, young red-
skin.”

“ I will be sorry.”

“ So will I, if you has got much dust along.”

“ I have a few hundred dollars in gold, if that

y is what you call dust.”

“ That’s it, and you’d better try and hide it.”

“ No, I’ll take the chances of their finding it;
but have stages often been robbed on this line?"

“ Has they often been robbed?

“ We], now, they often is, and, what’s more,
I’ll show you a place, if you live to see it to-
night, in Graveyard Canyon, where a coach
was held up one rainy night, the horses kilt,
and the driver, too, while every soul inside was
massacreed.”

“ You don’t say so?”

“ I do, and some say as how they has seen a

' phantom stage-coach and passengers a—rolling

along through the canyon on moonlight nights;
but certain it be that there was a freshet that
awful night, and the trail was overflOWPd by
the river, and that might have swept oi! the
coach and bodies, for the trail bordered the
stream; but not a horse, wheel or one 0’ that
part ever were seen afterward.

“ hat became of them nobody knowed until
a Red Buzzard was ca tured and h’isted by the
Vigilantes, and he tol all about it.”

‘ That was terrible.”

“It were so terrible the Red Buzzards got
scared at their own act, and there hain’t any of
’em but believes that the Phantom Coach travels
the trails at night. _ _

“Still they eep up their red work, though
they won’t hold upa coach in the exact same

lace as the one that was wiped out, yet does do
t further along.”

“ And you think they may halt us to—night?”

“I feel mighty sha y about it, I kin tell
you. ’

“ I don’t wonder, as you have a pay master’s
box aboard with flfteen thousand dollars in it.”

Sunset Sam started and looked at the Indian
youth in utter amazement.

At length he was able to ask:

“ Who says so?”

(I I do.”

“Yer is mistaken.”

“ I am not. for you have under this seat a
false box, and in it is a small iron box belong-
ing to the Overland Ipaymaster who is waiting
for the meney up at ard Times.”

“ Young lnjun, again I asks yer who you is?

And Sunset Sam looked disturbed in mind,
while the quiet response came:

“ And again I tell you that I am called Red
Butterfly.”

CHAPTER XXVII.
RED BUTTERFLY nas sounrzme TO SAY.

THE utter amazement upon Sunset Sam’s face
brought a smile to the face of the Indian youth.
His eyes, however, were carefully watching
the driver, as though suspecting him of trick“

er .

'I‘he youth had read him aright, for Sam felt
firmly convinced that he had a spy of the Red
Buzzards to deal with. _ i

If so, he knew that the Indian would be quick
to nose any hostility on his part, so he said,

quietly: .

“ aal, y0u surprises me, red pard, for I
didn’t think nobody but me and the superinten-
dent was onto that racket of the secret box.

“ But I must water my horses at the drink,
yonder, so hold the ribbons, please.”

And Sam nodded toward a stream that crossed
the trail just ahead.

He handed over the reins at the same time, as
though to getdown, but put his hand behind him,
when, stil holding the reins in his left, the right
of the youth came up and a derringer looked
squarely into the eyes of Sunset Sam.

“ Don’t draw, for I have you covered 1”

“ Waal, ef yer hasn’t I’m a thousand liars
rolled inter one, and yer has ’arned the money
for ittin' the dro on Sunset Sam.”

“ don’t wish t e money for I am no robber-
but I saw that you intended to draw on me, so I

 

anticipated you, that was all.”
“ Then yer hain’t a Red Buzzard?”

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“ I am a Red Butterfly, I told you, and but-
terflies are not dangerous, you know.”

“ Waal, you kin show claws in great shape,
when yer hev a mind ter; but what is yer racket
arter all.” A

“To save your money from the road-agents,
for they know just where it is.”

“ Does ,you mean it?”

“ I do.

“ But how?”

“ How did I know?”

“That’s so; but yer reaches clean over me.”

“ Well, I tell you that they know as I do,
from having overheard your plan with the
manager to have this double box put on the
coach.”

“ And you heerd it?”

U I did.”

“ When and where?" _

“ I was in my room in the hotel, and after 1
put out In light two men entered a room next
door, and heard them talking about getting on
to what plan the manager of the Overland line
and Sunset Sam was putting up to head the Red
Buzzards off on some money that was to be sent
through.

“ One said there was a knot-hole in the floor,
and he lay down flat with his ear to it.

“ Then I saw a glimmer of light through my
floor and I put my ear to it.

" ion and the manager were in a large room
below, and you planned to hide the gold-box in
a false box in the seat of your coach.

“ Those men heard the same, and I overheard
them plan to notify their chief, and head you
off 1in what they called the Phantom Coach
trai .

“ I dressed myself quietly to knock at their
door and capture them; but they had gone out
so noiselesst that I had not heard them, and so
I missed them; but I concluded to make the
run with you and come back for my horses.”

“ See here, pard, is you an lnjun’l”

“ Full-blooded.”

“Waal, yer has heap more sense than pale-
faces I l’nows thet sets up for knowin’ it all,and
yer has grit too, or yer’d never attempted ter
bag them two men alone—only a man 0’ great
sand or a darned fool would do that.”

“ Well, Mr. Sunset Sam, I believe I can save
your money for you."

“ Now do you?"

H Yes.”

“ As how, pardl”

“While at the place we started from, and I
was there some days, I heard stories told of the
Overland Trails, and all admitted that the Red
Buzzards would not hold up a coach at night,
since the one they wiped out, unless they knew
it to carry big tooty.

“They are awful superstitious about that
affair, and I heard one man say that a lot of
miners had started the report about the Phan-
tom Coach to scare them off, and it had been
very successful.”

“ Waal, they don’t go for a coach at night, I
admits, since that awful aflair, and the Red
Buzzards as has been tuk prisoners, afore they
was hanged, all admitted they was sorry they
had been in that affair, for four wimmen was
kilt that night and a leetle baby too, along with
two old men and old Jack Sloan the driver, and
the outlaws got no money arter all. .

“ Then I has heerd thet Quantrel c‘an’t sleep 0’
nights ’cause his conscience is that bad, and I
don’t wonder, young pard.” .

“ Nor do I ; but cannot the military keep these
outlaws oil? the trails?”

“ The soldiers doas all they can, pard; but
they has more than they cando watchin’ the in-
fernal red-skins—begging your pardon, for you
is such a fine young gent I clean forgot yer was
a Injun.”

“ 'l‘here is no harm done, my friend, for I
know well that my ple are a wild, cruel race,
and 0 often upon t e war-path.

“ ut the pale-faces seem to forget that we
were born in savagery, and it has been our
teaching from infancy to kill our foes and what
worse foes have the red-skins than the whites,
for they take our lands from us, beat us back
toward the setting sun year by year rob us
and shoot us down and when we strike back
then they crush us n our might, and forge the
steel chains around us still stronger."

The youth had seemed to suddenly forget
himself, his calm "demeanor, in brooding over
the wrongs of his people, and had spoken
warmly.

Sunset Sam was not only astonished, but im-
pressed by the youth’s words and manner, and

said earnestly:
“ You talks Go 1 truth, Pard Butterfly,
andl I knows it, fer has eyes and hain’t a born
00 .
“There’s my hand on it, pard, that Sunset

Sam is your friend, and that hain’t no idle
boast.”

 

CHAPTER XXVIII.
as PEA urous.
Tris: Indian youth seemed to appreciate the
friendshi of Sunset Sam.
What ad at first appeared to look like 111-
feeling between the two, turned out just as each
one desired, for Sunset Sam was a good reader

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of human nature and saw that he had no ordi- I

to find |
in was I at the ghostly raiment he beheld.

nut; personage on the box with him.
V ho the youth was he could only ho
out, but that he was one to tie to
assured.

That he was an Indian was what puzzled
Sam.

Hecould have expected anything of a pale-

face, even had he been a boy, but for an Indian ,
to talk, look and act as he did was something i
islvebaigh the driver could not get through his E

After they had shaken hands as pards, Sunset 

Sam was silent for some time, and the youth did
not break the silence.

The driver was cogitating about his new-
found friend, and recallin the fact that the
youth had said he intend to help him out of l
the difficulty.

“ N 0w h0w can he do it, for them road-agints
mean bizness every time.

" I might bury the box ontil another occasion,
but then i don't know as that would do.

“I’ll ask him.”

And from his musings Sam broke in with:

“ Young ard, can you see any way to git by
them Red uzzards and still keep the box 0’
dust?"

“ I think I can.”

“ I’m with yer, if yer says ther word.”

“ What do you say to playing the Phantom
Stage-coach ’l”

“ Playin’ ther what?"

“The Phantom Stage-coach?”

“ By Jupiter, but 1 he afeerd we’d run across
the coach itself maybe.”

“ You are superstitious. then?” I

“ I believes in ghosts at times, and at other
time»~ [ doesn’t.

“ it depends on ther time 0’ night, how far I
am.froiii a buryinhgroundfand et I am alone or
in company."

“ Well, my plan is to make a phantom out of
the coach and horses."

is Yas.” ~

“ You never drive white horses, I believe?”

“ Haven‘t one on ther run.”

“ Well, I believe there was no one on the box
with the driver the night the coach and its
passengers were wiped out.”

“ No, only the driver.”

“ What time will we reach the canyon where
the tragedy took place?”

“ Just after moonrise.”

“ Good! that will show us off well.”

“ See here, Injun Pard, what be you after?”

“ Just this: to go through as the Phantom
Coach.”

“ They'd tumble to it.”

“ No, 1 think not.”

“Maybe we might fool ’em, but how I can’t
git onto.”

“ I’ll tell you.”

“ I wishes yer would, pard.”

“ When I decided to come through with you,
Iidjecided upon a plan, and 1’” tell you what I
d .
“ I went to the store and got some white mus-
lin, and had four horse—covers made, going over
the head and neck, and also leggings to draw

n.
“ Then I cut out some covers for the coach

and wheels, and had some narrow pads made

also.”

“ Pads?”

“ es, to tie around the wheels and deaden all
sound."

Sunset Sam gave a low whistle, and the In-
dian continued:

“I also had mufflers made for the feet of the
horses, and to tie on firmly, and they will make
not the slightest sound with their hoof-fall.”

H Lordy, oh, Lordyl” said Sam, with delight
and wonder combined.

“ Then I got two white suits and some flour,
to whiten our facvs with, and I want to tell you
that larn a ventriloquist—”

"A what?”

“ A ventriloquist.”

“ What tribe 0’ Injuns is that, pard?”

“ Oh, you do not understand. .

“ I mean one who possesses the power of imi-
tating voices and sounds and making them
sound far off—see!”

“ Halt! Hands up, Sunset Swim l”

“ Lordyl they has got us,” and Sam hastily
*drew rein.

 

The Indian youth laughed and said:

“I did it, Sam, just to give you a sample of
what I can do.” .

“ Purd, I’m gittin’ onto yer racket.

“ You is a leetle wonder and no mistake,” and ‘
Sunset Sam was lost in admiration of his young l
comrade.

“Now I can get in the coach, with a white ,’
sheet around me, and you can whiten your face T
also and put on the ghostly rig I have for you.

“ Then we can sail along through the canyon,
and my word for it not a Red Buzzard will i
bother us, in fact the ’11 stain ede if they see i
and hear us, for I shal shriek ike a madman, '

el‘. murder, and make them believe the coach -
is full of ghOsts.”

Sunset Sam burst forth into loud laughter,
while he said over and over again:

“ We’ll scare ’om ter death!

“ They’ll diel they'll die l”
Then the Indian outh unrolled the bundle he
had with him, an Sunset Sam was delighted

“ Ther horses will be dressed up in petticoats,
and what a show we will make.

“ I only wish we was thar now and every road-
agent on the Overland were in the canyon a-
waitin’ for us,” and Sunset Sam again grasped
the hand of the Indian outh, in his great joy
at the prospect before im of frightening the
Red Birds half out of their wits by the clever
plan which the Red Butterfly had proposed to
save the coach from robbery.

And on without adventure they traveled until
at last the canyon was reached, just as the moon
rosekand Sunset Sam drew rein with the re-
mar 2

“Now we’ll make our twilight as ghosts, Pard
Butterfly.”

 

CHAPTER XXIX.
- run KIDNAPPERS.

THE escape of Captain Quantrel and his two
comrades, when they left the coach, was as
clever as theirdeed had been bold in running off
with the stage from the very door of the Over-
land Lodge.

Captain Quantrel had planned to take the
Coach, with his two companions, when it came
through, Gold Bricx George havmg reported
that it was to go through to Hard Times on that
run.

He expected to capture the passenger, Daniel
Darwin, handcufl’ him, and With a revolver at
his head force him to go with him.

He would have called a halt from Sunset Sam,
if he had not discovered what was going on in-
side, just “ hen the coach had halted, and having
examined the plan of esca e over the cliff, by
aid of the lariats, he decide to go that way.

Before Sam could drive back to the Overland
Lodge and give the alarm, they could be far
away.

But the reckless devil in the man’s nature

caused him to suddenly form the idea of running

gt! with the coach while Sunset Sam was at the
ar.

How well he carried out his plan is already
known.

The moment he halted the coach he heard of
the death of his victim, and this hurt him deep-
ly, strange to say.

But there was no time for delay, and the three
men, keeping the coach between them and the
parson in pursuit, slid down the lariats into the
canyon.

The lariats were drawn after them, and one of
the men coiled it as they ran.

They lost no time in getting out of sight, and
after a run of half an hour, keeping up a good
pace, they came to a ridge which they ascended
to the summit.

Just as dark came on they turned into a nar-
row canyOn, and here they found a small camp.

There were two men there and half a dozen
horses, evidently awaiting their coming.

“ Come, men, we must get out of this, far by
dawn we need to be far away from Miners
Roost,” said the outlaw chief, sternl y. '

In ten minutes they had mounted, and one
horse was being led, for it was the animal
brought for Daniel Darwin.

Suffice it to say that the chief returned to
where he had left his band, covering up his
tracks well, in case he should be pursued.

His camp was a temporary one, for he might
move at any time; but Kit Quantrel always
made himSelf comfortable while encamped, if
only for a. day.

That Yankee Dan had had no pers upon
him, and had been killed, as be lieved, the
chief seemed to deeply bemoan until one day
one of his spies rode into camp and reported the
exact situation at Miner’s Roost.

At once Cnptnin Quantrel determined to kid-
naplthe wounded miner, and he laid his plans
we .

He knew all the attending dangers, and theta
hot pursuit would doubtless follow, and he sent
a dozen of his men to prepare the way accord-
ing to his directions.

‘That they did so well, the throwing of Buffalo
Bill and the Brothers in Buckskin off the trail
was the surest proof;

. A spy sent to Miner’s Roost gave him full par-
ticulars as to where the wounded miner was lo-
cated, and the way of approach and retreat.

_ Witn but three companions he rode along the
ridge, left their horses muzzled, and reached the
renr of the cabin. ‘

Captain Quantrel was anxious to find the

, Parson there, tonvard whom he felt most re-

vengeful; but instrad, Raleigh was acting as
nurse, [and he sat at the table, his head resting
upon his arm, asleep.

From that sleep he never awoke, as the knife
of Quantrel entered his heart.

The wounded miner lay upon the cot, not
asleep, but watching the intruders with a vacant
stare, devoid of all interest.

Even when he saw the death-blow given to
poor Raleigh, and beheld him sink upon the
floor he did not move or utter a word.

“Come, get up and follow me.

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“ If you utter a cry I will kill you i”

So commanded Kit Quantrel, and his revolv-
er covered the heart of the wounded miner.

Daniel Darwin simply obeyed.

Not from fear of the revolver, but because he
was told to do so.

His manner was listless, and he stood watch—
ing the chief while the three outlaws held him
covered.

“Place that body in the cot yonder, while I
write a line to the parson,’ said the chief.

And two of the men n did as ordered, while
Quantrel wrote what the reader has seen.

Then, sticking it up over the head of the dead
man, he turned and left the cabin, having
slipped a pair of steel handcuffs upon the unre-
sistin wrists of the wounded miner.

Bac along the ridge they went, to where their
horses were left, and, mounting, rode silently
away.

Not a word had the kidnapped man spoken.

He had mounted his horse when told to do so
though not without aid, for he seemed weak, and
the lariat about the animal’s neck was held by
Quantrel himself.

Several times did the outlaw chief address
Daniel Derln, but no response came. and he
gave it up, little dreaming that the man had
lost his reason, for that his spy had not reported
to him.

And so on to the retreat of the Red Buzzards
the kidnapped man was taken, unthinking, un-
caring whither he went.

CHAPTER XXX.
PUT TO THE TEST.

THE retreat of the outlaws was Some forty
miles from Miner’s Roost and located in a wild
canyon where no one would ever think of going,
unless it was a gold-hunter or a scout looking
for human game.

There was an egress at the head of the canyon
by a narrow chasm among the rocks through
which poured a shallow torrent from the moun-
tains above, and, once gaining the ridge beyond,
one man could have defended the pass from a
score.

Captain Kit was always happy in hisselections
of his retreats, for, though often pounced upon,
it was invariably when the outlaws had flown.
. Had they been there, the seniinels always
kept on duty would have given timely warning
of the approach of an enemy.

To strike his tents, pack them on large, sure-
footed mules, send them off under a guard, and
with his fighting squad stand ready to protect
his rear on the march, was the work of a few
minutes.

When danger threatened, Captain Quantrel
invariably retreated to the fastnesses of the
mountains, and when again heard from was far
away in another direction.

He ruled his men with a rod of iron, yet never

 

for them with tender nursing when ill and
wounded, buried them decently when slain,
and never exposed them to danger without
cause.

Then, too, be divided liberally with his men,
and was so devoted to their interest that he en-
deared them to him, while he was so severe if
they neglected a duty or disobeyed orders
that they stood in awe of his anger as they did
of death.

His fleld' force numbered twenty fighting-
men, while he had half as many more in camp,
and half a dozen spies along the Overland, in
the fort, setilements and mining-camps, so that
'he was well posted as to the movements of gold-
dust, valuable-freighted wagon trains, coaches
and passengers who carried booty.

The retreat of the outlaws to their camp I
will now follow, but that they covered up their
tracks most thoroughly has been seen.

The daWn found them in camp, and the pris-
oner was given a blanket in the chief’s tent,
where he at once lay down to sleep, for he ap-
peared weak and fatigued.

It was noon before Captain Quantrel aroused
himself and ordered breakfast, and then called
to his prisoner to get up.

Daniel Darwin obeyed, and the irons were
transferred from his hands to his feet, with a
ball and chain attached, so that escape was im-
possible with the watchful eyes in camp upon

1m.

He submitted quietly and sat d0wn to break-
fast in silence, eating sparingly.

After the nrgro servant o Quantrel had re-
moved the hreakfasttable, which, like the other
camp furniture, folded up for packing for the
march, Quantrel lighted a cigar. and said:

“ Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Darwin, for
I wish to talk with you.”

“Yes,” and the prisoner stared vacantly at
his kidnapper.

“ You take your capture most coolly, my
friend.” ‘ ..

H Yes.”

“ You have obeyed so well, and been so good,
1 don’t quite understand it.”

“ Yes," and still that vacant stare.

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“ N0.”

“ We have met though.”

0‘ Yes.”

In spite of'himself Kit Quantrel began to grow
nervous.

That vacant stare and the docile manner wor-
ried him.

“ Yes, in our lives we have often met.”

A ain the hand passed over the forehead.

“ 0 you not remember?”

“ I have no memory—now.

“ It is all gone,” he said in a pitiful tone.

“ Well, you do act the fool in a way that would
make your fortune on the stage,” sternly said
the chief.

“ On the stage—l was hurt on the stage—see
here,” and he pointed to the wound in his

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“See here, Darwin, I know that fyou got a
severe blow on your head from one o my men;
but I do not believe it has destroyed your rea-
son, so no more acting with me.”

“ I don’t remember.”

‘; You have got to remember what I wish you

‘6 Yes.”

“ You went away from this country with a
fortune, which was saved to you by the head
chief and his daughter, and you dealt me a hard
blow then.

“ Had I known who you were at first I would
not have attacked on, or I think I would not;
but Icfound it out terward.

“ There are reasons why I should not harm
you why I should treat you well, as you know.”

“I don’t remember.”

“ Well, in spite of your idiotic talk I know
that you understand me, and I will tell you just
what I wish.

“ You went East with your money and I sup-

uandered it.”

“ I on’t‘remember.”

“You took the Sioux chief’s daughter, and I
suppose she told you about her father’s mine,
and now you have come back to find it.

“From rumor it is a very rich mine, and if
you will go shares with me, you can go there
and work it; but if you do not, then I shall kee
you a prisoner here until a given time, when, f
you do- not ggide me to that gold-mine, I will
put you to death.”

“ don’t remember,” came the quiet re-

spouse.

“ Well, I shall give you a certain time, and
then it will be to tell me or die.”

“ Yes ” and Daniel Darwin smiled as sweetly
as a child into the face of the man who put his
life at stake.

CHAPTER XXXI.
Tun ourrosr.

CAPTAIN Bnn'rnnn, a gallant cavalry officer,
was in command of what was known as Fort
Venture.

In military parlance it was an advanced out-
post, with four of the branches of the service
represented, the engineer corps, cavalry, light
artillery and infantry.

Even to that dangerous position the wives and
daughters of officers had ventured, for the wo-
men of the army are plucky, and will risk
what their husbands, fathers, lovers and bro-
thers dare do.

The outpost had been selected by Buffalo Bill
and Surgeon Powell, who had been sent out to
find a place which could be defended by a small
force against many, and could not be readily
starved out and cut off from water supplies.

They had selected well, a wooded hill in the
shape of a beehive, cut through the center by a
foaming torrent dashing over rocks.

There was timber in plenty, and nature had
done much to fortify the place. as a strin of
bowlders like a necklace surrounded the hilE

In the valleys on either side was the juiciest
of grass, and the situation commanded the coun-
tr’vl'. for miles around.

he advance guard had first thrown a swing-
ing bridge across the stream, which ran a bun-
dred feet below, and this was made firm enough
to cross a horse upon, or a cannon.

Then the timber cleared from the base of the

 

thili up to the encircling bowlders formed a

stockade-wall and built cabins, while the refuse
was piled up f0r firewood.

Thus was the outpost made into a strong fort,
and the fear that it could be taken by ten times
its number of Indians never entered the mind of
one who beheld it.

The officers’ quarters formed a line on one side
of the stream on the hilltop a railing having
been placed to guard the children from goin
over, or a belated and befogged officer or so -
dier at night.

The men’s quarters were across the bridge,
and there were platforms upon which were run
the four guns, two twelves and two sizes, when
needed to defiand the place.

The horses’ stables and cattle-sheds were pro-
tected from flying arrows and bullets, if the?
had to be driven nto the stockade, and win -
laser and buckets on either bank furnished
water in case of a siege. I ’

In this fort dwelt some three hundred souls,
all of whom knew well that hundreds of miles

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hostile Indians constantly moved alon the
trails leading to the Overland trains, mining-
camps and settlements.

But Captain Benteen was a fearless soldier,
knew that his advance-post had a wholesome
dread upon the Indians, and his scouts and cav-
alry were constantly upon the move to keep
down any outbreak that threatened in force,
though the red-skins were constantly on the
wartrnil.

When Buffalo Bill and his scouts returned to

the fort,the chief of scouts went at once to head-
quarters and repo ted to captain Benteen.
That dashing; andsome oflicer, the hero of
many a frontier fight, was seated in his pleasant
quarters readin the mail which had just come
in from Hard imes, where a courier went for
it every two weeks.

“ Well, Cody, back again, I see.

“Sit down, for I wish to have a talk with
you ” said the captain, pleasantly.

“ es, sir; and I have come to report the re-
sult of my trip.”

The captain tossed his last letter aside and

said:

“ Well, I’ll hear what you have to say first.”

“I went, sir, with the Powell brothers—J”

“ Ahl then Surgeon Powell has turned 11 i”

“ No, sir, I refer to his brothers, Night awk
and Broncho Bill.” .

“ And the surgeon?”

“ I have no news of him, sir, since his letter
askin me to come to Miner’s Roost and he
won] meet me there. ”

“ You told me of it.”

” Yes, sir.”

“ You went?”

“I did, sir.”

“ Was he not there?”

“ No, sir.”

“ This is strange.”

“ Yes, sir, for Surgeon Powell never breaks
an appointment.”

“ So I know, and his failing you this time
would suggest that harm had befallen him.”

“He is so wide awake sir, such a splendid
scout and so brave, that I have always confi-
dence in his turning up all right.”

“ I sincerely hope so, for he fills a most im-

portant place here on the frontier as surgeon, .

scfint” and my aide, and he sure y is invalu-
a e.

“ You remember, sir, I told you how he drew
the red chip in the drawing of lots as to who
should go upon this trail?”

“ Yes, and he was more pleased to draw the
red chip to go than a white chip to remain.”

“ No doubt of that, sir; but he went, and I
have had but that one letter from him.”

“ Then it is time to be anxious.”

“ It seems so, sir, and yet, as he is the man,
I am most hopeful.”

“Were it others I might feel more anxious,
Cod , I admit; but Powell has a great, big,
leve head, and is a match for any man who
wears boots or moccasins.

“ Still an ambush can take off any man.”

“That is whatI fear, sir; but I received his
letter, brought me by J ack Crawford, who
makes the rounds of the places we fixed upon
for the leaving of communications, and with the
Powell brothers I went to Miner’s Roost.”

“ And he was not there?”

“ No, sir.”

" And you have heard nothing since?”

“ Not a word, sir.”

“ Hus Jack Crawford been the rounds of
late?"

“ He has just returned. sir, as I rode into the
fort, and found nothing.”

“ This looks had indeed for Powell,” said
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CHAPTER XXXII.
CAUSE FOR ANXIETY.

THAT both Captain Benteen and Buffalo Bill
Were more anxious about the Surgeon Scout
than they would acknowledge, there is no doubt
of.
Frank Powell, though surgeon, was more
fond of scouting than anzthing else, and he was
constantly on the go w en his duties did not
keep him at the fort, such duties as he could not
leave to the assistant surgeon.

He was a most successful hunter and fisher-
man, and kept the tables of his friends well sup-
plied from love of the sport.

,He had been through so many hair-breadth
escapes that men had be
one who bore a charmed li e, and he was ever so
courteous, generous toward all, from the highest
to the lowest in rank, that he was more popular
than an man in the fort.

That is career had been a stran e, thrilling
romance all knew, and that his lie had been
tinged with sorrow was known as well, and he
{in regarded as a mystery even by his

r ends.

When he hadtfigne forth upon the mission for
which he had wn the lot, it had been given
out in the fort that he was going to have a
leave, and so no one, other than aptain Ben-
ral officers and the members of the
Beouts’ , 2, know what a perilous mission
the surgeon cont was upon. .

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So matters stood when Bufl’alo Bill returned.
from his trip to Miner‘s Roost.

In a few words he told the captain of all that
had occurred there. the running off with the
stage-coach by Kit Quantrel and his two com-
rades, and the wounding of the passenger, Daniel
Darwin.

Then followed the story of the scene in the sa-
loon of the Overland, in which the parson had
also taken such a prominent part.

“ By Jove, Cody, I must get that parson
made chaplain of this post, for he’s just the kind
of man we want.

“ Why, he'll bulldoze the men into pslam—
singing and rayer,” said Captain Benteen.

“ He 3 a andy, sir, and I never saw a better
shot, for he toppled that desperudo over with a
bullet ln the dead center of his forehead, and hit
the other two in the arm to knock their revol—
vers out.

“I enjoyed his nerve immensely, sir, and as
for a trailer, he knows it all.”

“And you say that this devil Quantrel kid—
napgad the wounded prisoner?”

' es, air, while we Were in Miner’s Roost.

“ He found the man he had left in the cabin
as nurse dead in the cot of the wounded miner,
the latter being gone, and the placard which
Quantrel had kind y written the person.

“ But it made no impression upon Parson
Paul who got a lantern and set us on the trail,
which as I said, we lost at the river; but how
they covered up their tracks I do not under~
stand, nor does Night Hawk or Broncho Bill
either.”

“ Well, if you and the Powells could not solve
the mystery of the lost trail there is no need for
others to try.

“ But, Cody, we must have that person for
chaplain.”

“ I wish we could, sir, and I asked him to keep»
his e e open for any lawlessness when he could
be 0 servxce.”

“ That was right; but now for what I wish to-

. talk to you about."

“ Yes, Captain Benteen.”

“ The mail that has just come in was brought.
by two couriers. ”

“ Yes, sir.”

“ One was killed just out of Hard Times, but-
his horse ran back with the uches, and the
second man came in wounded, red on from an
ambush.” ‘

“ I will scout the trail at once, sir.”

“ Yes, but we can hardly spare scouts as a
atrol for the trails, and certainly we cannot
ee soldiers on such duty.

“ have applied for more men several times
reporting h0w hard my force was worked; bu
(1] am told to get along as best I can and I must

0 so.

“But you know, Cody. that we must keep our
eyes on the red-skins, and lot the outlaws have
full sway, and it is the band of Quantrel of
course that is holding up trams and ambushing
our mail couriers.

“ I have had such trouble to get men to make
the ride that I now ask for volunteers, and pay
well.”

“ Of course you know, Captain Benteen, that
any of the Scouts’ League will go.”

“ Very true Cody, but 1 cannot spare my-
scouts for mai service, as you are all needed for
other work constantly, and it is a soldier’s duty
as couriers; but if another man goes under, I
will either have to keep the trail under atrol,
or send oil’ for some riders who will risk ife for
big ay and not connected with the army ”

“ can get you the men, sir, if you have to go
outside the army for them,” said Buffalo Bill.

“ Well, if this constant ambushing keeps up,
I shall have to get you to do it, and know you
will get men who can be trusted, while the very
fact that they take the ride is more than proof
of their courage.

“ Now let us see what is to be done about poor
Powell.”

“ I can go on a scout after him with some of
my men if you wish, sir.”

‘ No. I cannot spare the scouts from the lines
between here and the Indians, and you have no,
more than you need for the service.

“ We will wait for a few days. and then have»
Jack Crawford take the rounds of the letter sta-
tions again, and if nothin is heard from him
then, I will send you out With Lieutenant Amos
Andrew and a squad to look through the min-
111ng and settlements to see if aught can be
heard 0 him; but, did he give you no hint as to
where he was gomgl”

“ No, sir; he simply rode of! on the duty, and;
his letter to meet him in Miner’s Roost was all I
have heard of him."

And it was very certain that both command-
iaant atllld scout were most anxious about Surgeon

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thing while on spy duty, and made friendsl
where he could. :

The idea of suspecting him of bein secretly J
an outlaw people who knew hin woul have re- I
resented the thought. .‘

He had met the spy whose duty it was to go ,
from point to point, gleaming such informa-
tion as he could get, and then carrying it to
the chief.

Gold Brick George at once told him of a dis-
covery he had made to the effect that the Over-
land paymaster was to send a batch of money
through on a certain date.

When, therefore, the agent came to the place
where Gold Brick was, and put up at the hotel,
the latter and the courier spy made their ar-
rangements to learn what was to be done in the
matter of carrying through the strong—box.

The courier spy had a r00m right over the
superintendent’s, and be bored a hole through
the flooring and put in a cork, for such a thin
as plaster was not knewn in the Overlan
lod 'ng«houses in those da 3.

hegr planned well, an heard the plot, but

little eamed that they were also being plotted

against by the Indian youth in the next room to
am.

So Sunset Sam and the superintendent had
the false bottom made in the coach-box, in
which to conceal the iron strong-box of the
Egymaster, and congratulated themselves upon
] ving outwijted the road-agents this time at
east.

But the courier y went on his way to his
other stations, whi e Gold Brick George, who
was known to be a at hunter, mounted his
horse for a week 0 sport, he said, after big

game.

But the “ big game ” Gold Brick George was
after was the iron box concealed so cleverly be-
neath the false bottom of the driver’s seat on
the coach.

He made his Way at once to the retreat of the
Red Buzzards, but found that they had gone.

But this did not trouble Gold Brick George in
the least, for Captain Quantrel never left a
camp without leaving news of where he was
gone for any of his men, or spies, who might
come in after his sudden departure from a re-
treat.

This was done by a thorough understanding
with all that they should find the spot where
the chief’s tent had stood, and seek the nearest
large tree to it, where, up on the to of the first
branch, would be_ found, fastened y a pin on
ghet top of the limb,a statement giving full

ac s.

This, when read, was to be returned to its

lace for the next man who might come along
in search of the band.

The “notice” was always placed so as to be
reached by a man on horseback, and Gold
Brick George took in the camp, picked out the
tree naturally to be selected, and found there
the information e Sought.

That night, soon after dark, he rode into the
camp.

The chief was there looking over some letters
one of the men had robbed a Pony Rider of, and
seated near, listless and looking into the fire
where the negro was getting supper, was the
prisoner Daniel Darwin.

The chief saw the approach of Gold Brick
George, and glanced flxedly at the prisoner.

He knew that they had met in the past, that
it was his spy who had reco nixed him at the
stage station, and- thus enab ed him to entrap
him.

So he wished to see if Yankee Dan recognized

- him.

Straight up to the fire walked Gold Brick
George, and called out:

“ Hello, Yankee Dan, the chief has you as a
guest I sees.”

The prisoner looked up, and without the
slightest start or change of expression, said
aim l :

is es.”

“ Don’t you know me, Yankee Dan?"

“ I don’t remember.”

I “If that fellow is shammin , then he is a
wonder,” muttered Kit Quantre , as he called to
Gold Brick George to come- into his tent.

“ Waal, cap’n, I’m here ag’in,” he said.

“ And you always bring me good news, Gold
Brick.”

“ 1’“ 8015 gilt-edge good news this time, chief,
and no mistake; but what’s the matter with
Yankee Dan?”

“ He’s my prisoner.”

“ I seen the ball and chain, sir, and so con-
cluded he were not visiting on of his own free
will, while it came alon t eline how you cap-
tured him; but he didn’t now me.”

“ Don’t you think he pretended not to?”

“ £10, chief, for he don’t look exactly right to

me.

n It mgy be that the blow he received turned
his reason, but I doubt it, and st he is the most
consummate actor I ever saw f his mind is not

gone.
“ Now to the news you bring, Gold Brick!”
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“ By the Rockies! but this is good news. Gold
Brick, and your information shall be valuable
to you.

“Now tell me all about it?” and the outlaw
chief took up pencil and paper ready to jot
down the information received from his spy.

CHAPTER XXXIV.
LYING IN WAIT.

THE news brought by his spy certainly pleased
Captain Quantrel immenSely.

Fifteen thousand dollars was something to
make a great effort to get possession of, and it
would be a prize worth risking life to secure.

“ I suppose I have got to fight for this treas-
ure, Gold Brick?” he asked.

“ No indeed, sir.”

“ You don’t mean that it will come right into
my hands?”

“About that, sir.”

-“ Well, tell me of it.”

“ It is to go through on Sunset Sam’s coach.”

“ When?

“ In two days.”

“Where is the best place to strike him from
this dint?”

“ would suggest the Death Canyon, sir.”

The chief started visibly, and but for the glow
of the camp-fire falling upon his face it would
have been seen that he paled considerabl .

“ Don’t you think so, sir?” asked G01 Brick,
as he chief made no reply.

“ Yes, 'f you go with us.”

“ Me, sir. ’

“ Yes, why not?”

“ But I must get back to work, sir.”

“ I thought so, as soon as I suggested that you
should go to the Death Canyon with us; but you
propose it for us."

“ I don’t like the place, captain.”

“ No more do I.”

“But 1 suggested it, sir, as I know the Patrols
will be up and down the trail about that time,
goin over all but the Death Canyon.”

“ e will pass through by night of course?"

“ Yes sir.”

”'And will have passengers?”

“ I don’t think so, sir, for the travel is very
light westward just now; but I did hear of an
Injun passenger.”

“ An Indian?”

“ Yes, sir.”

“ A red—skin ride in a stagecoach?"

“ Well, sir, this red-skin is a dandy.”

“ Who is he?”

“ I don‘t knew, sir, more than that he rid in—
ter our place and put up at the hotel.”

“ An ndian at the hotel?”

“Yes, sir.”

“ Is he a missionary?” -

“ No, sir, he is a dandy, handsome as a pictnr’,
amere boy in years and just as trim built as a

a I
g “ He came in on horseback, and with two pack
animals; but I did hear as he was going to run
up to Hard Times in the coach with Sunset Sam
on his next trip.

“ I’m a-guessin’ he’s a pony
job; but who’d trust a lnjun?’

“ Well, he must be a queer fellow from all
accounts.

“ But you think 'he will be a
Sunset Sam?”

“ Yes, sir.”

“ And no one else!”

“ I didn’t hear of any one, sir, and as I said,
travel is light just now workin’ westward.”

“ Now to the money i”

“ Waal, sir, Sunset Sam will have it.” '

“ No guard is to go along?” '

“ No, sir.”

“ You are sure, for the company generally
patrol their coaches that carry money.”

“ They are patrolling ten trails now, sir; but
they have played clever to git this through.

“ How is that?”

“ The manager and Sunset Sam put their
heads together, and planned to fix up a scheme
on the coach that has been in the shop and goes
out on its next run lookin’ new and gaudy.

“ You see they put a false bottom in the box
seatiland made the space beneath just the size
of t enstrong box of the paymaster of the com-
Psi...»

“His box is about six inches high, two feet
long and a foot wide, and it will just fit in be-
tfigglglbtlzgals? boltltomdand the real one.

e as as a dedtomakeitrideeasy
and the false botbonfraiaes u and screws down,
so any one looking in wouldp think it the real
bottom of the box, as they would if they looked
underneath also.”

“ This is a great discovery of yours, Gold

Brick.”
catching Sunset Sam at

 

,rider lookin’ for a

passenger with

“ Yes, sir, and b
night, for it is moon ight, you can get the whole
when and find out what the Injun is after,

“Very true; but since that awful night the
men are afraid of the Death Canyon, and you
know what sill stories are afloat about a phan-
tom coach ha u been seen there.“

“ Don’t you be eve it, chief!”
“ f course not."
‘ be men do.”

    

 

 

hearsefullo’gaishnoo.

“Some of them are superstitious enough to
believe such nonsense.” '
“ Say, cap’n, l kinder believes ’em myself, for
I has heard men at the station talk, whom I’d
believe under any circumstances, and they has

said what they has seen, and I don’t want to get

the chance to see what they has, so if you’ll ex-
cuse me, I’ll light out for the station again in
the morning.”

“ I’ll excuse you, Gold Brick, for you are too
valuable a man to be frightened to death by a
ghost; but supper is ready, and I wish you to
tell me just what you think of Yankee Dan.”

Later in the evening, after Yankee Dan had
picked up his iron ball, petting it as though it
was a little child, and gone to his bed, the chief
and Gold Brick George had another talk, and
the spy told Quantrel that he felt convincedthat
the prisoner had lost his reason.

“ W ell, I’ve given him his limit,” said the

chief, sternly.

The next mornin the Red Buzzards, thirteen
in number, and l by their chief, were on the
trail for the Death Canyon, where they would
lie in wait for the coming of Sunset Sam’s
coach with its valuable treasure concealed in
the box beneath the driver’s seat.

 

CHAPTER XXXV.
ran PHANTOM COACH.

Tm: outlaw robbers sought to select a place of
ambush as far as possible from the scene where
they had before brought such an appalling
tragedy u n the coach and all with it.

Resist by the passengers, they had poured
in a fire that killed men, Women, children and
horses alike, and yet they got no booty on that
awful night of storm.

It was true that they knew that all their vic-
tims did not die outright, for as they fled away
in the darkness from the fatal spot, they heard
the shrieks of a woman ringing in their ears,
and the bitter wailing of a child, with the deep
moaning of a man.

Those sounds rung in their ears long after
that fearful night, and it was no wonder that
they dreaded the fateful scene.

It was true that the terrific storm that fol-
lowed swelled the streams beyond all bounds
and the torrent of waters swept over the trai
where was the coach, its dead horses and mur-
dered passengers.

If ever any bodies or fragments of the coach
were found, it was not known, and thus 'went
the rumor along the Overland trails of the
haunted coach, spread to frighten off the out-
laws, and proving so successful that it even
frightened the drivers and others of the com-
pany’s people.

The position taken by Quantrel was at a
ridge just coming up out of the canyon, which
was really a narrow valley, a river running
through it.

The valley was heavily timbered, and by
moonlight it was a weird place.

Some passenger, hearing the story, had sent
at his own expense a marble cross to mark the
spot, and Sunset Sam had put it up, while he
never passed it without a shudder at the remem-
brance of the deed.

But for the confession of a captured outlaw,
before he was hanged, the mystery of the stage—
coach disappearance might never have been
solved.

The ridge was as near to the sccne of the
tragedy as Captain Quantrel could get his men
to lie in wait.

Beyond the ridge the trail sloped for a mile
or more, and it was good ‘driving.

The outlaws were placed upon either side of
the trail, among the rocks, four to close in
ahead, four to close in behind, as the chief gave
the order to halt.

With his four men he was then to step out
and secure his boo , holding what passengers
there were along un er cover of his guns.

There was an unwritten law among the road-
agents, from Omaha to California, never to kill
a driver if it could be avoided, or to rob one of
money or valuables believed to be really his

own.

But he was invariably searched for booty he
might be seeking to hide under this rule, and
which belonged to others.

Now and then when a darin driver soughtto
dash through, he would be “ w nged ” as awarn—
ing, and in some cases killed, but this was the
exception, not the rule, and the Overland driv-
ers were thus spared from a sentiment felt by
the road-agents.

No man on the Overland had had more
“close calls” than Sunset Sam, and there was
no better driver or more daring one.

He alwa s “ talked back ” at the outlaws, and
itwas we] -known that no two or three road-

ts could halt and rob his coach.
his caused the Red Buzzards to always show
force when they held u Sunset Sam’s coach.

The liked him rea y, and did not wish to
harm if it could be prevented.

He had ven them many a wild chase, had
surprised em on several occasions and out-
witted them time and .

He had can'ied throu what he called “a

which were scout!

  
 
 
 

16

Red Butterfly.

 

di uised as women. and they bagged half the
out aws, too.

He had been shot at time and again, and he
always marked the bullet-marks in his coach by
tacking over them a silver dime in which was

isleng a path a wheeled vehicle could not fol-
W

o .

As the coach neared the top of a hill the
driver came to a halt, the door opened and a
form clad in white swung itself up to the box

cut a number, and he had just thirty-three of ’ and took the vacant seat.

those indications of the outlaws‘ feelings toward

him when he did not draw rein quick en..ugh :

when held up on the trail.

Captain Quantrel saw that his men were a l,

trifle uneasy, but he laughed at their dread of
the lace, though in his heart he was as nervous
as t ey were.

At last the moon peered over the mountain
and sent its flood of silver light pouring dOun
into the valley.

“ It will be an hour yet before the coach comes
along,” Captain Quantrel said, as the men stOod
in a. group about him, not having yet taken their
positions, for Sunset Sam drove as regularly on
time as a railroad train.

“ It’sjrist about the time, cap’n, thet we struck
ther coach that night down onder,” ventured
one of thi men, and he glanc anxiously toward
the bend in the trail around which the coach had
to come when appearing in sight.

“ Silence, sir! don’t be a fool,” said Captain
Quantrel, as he saw the men moving uneasily,
and glancing down the trail.

Then the chief took out a cigar and lighted it,
trying to appear unconcerned.

Back in the timber were their horses, not
twenty paces away, all of them muzzled to pre-
vent their neighing at the approach of the
coach.

The rod-beaked masks of the outlaws hung
about their necks, ready to be put on at the
command, and the chief was about to give the
order to mask and take position, when a cry
burst from the lips of one of the men and all
saw come swiftly around the bend none other
than the Phantom Coach.

CHAPTER XXXVI.
A STARTLING APPARITION.

SUCH was the nature of the trail, hard and
rocky, that the coming of the coach could have
been heard by the Red Buzzards on the ridge for
half a mile away.

Even had the horses been coming at a slow
walk up the trail the grinding of rocks beneath
the heavy wheels and the iron-shod hoof-falls
would have made sound enough to be heard
some little distance.

Imagine then the amazement, the fright, the
horror of the group of road-agents, to behold
coming suddenly around the bend in the trail a
snowy-white coach and horses, and not a sound
of their approach reaching their ears.

And yet the coach was not over two hundred
paces away. .

It was coming too at no slow ce.

Upon the box sat the driver al. robed in white,
something very like a shroud it seemed, for the
ends waved in the wind.

The horses too seemed shrouded, for there was
a misty fluttering about them, and not a dark
object was seen about the team, harness or
coach.

There sat the driver, bolt upright on the box,
the reins in his hands. and the moonlight stream-
inifull into his face revealed it ghastly white.

ike men struck into statues the group of out-
laws stood,seemingly unable to move foot or
arm, and even the brave chief gazed in silent
horror.

Not a sound came from wheels or falling
hoofs, no creaking of springs was heard as the
Phantom Coach came on.

But suddenly the silence of the night was
broken by the wildest shrieks.

“ Help! Help i” rung out loudly.

Then came:

“ Murder! murder!” and following were
shrieks, cries and groans infernal, and they
seemed to fill the air.

With one chorus yell of horror and terror the
outlaws made a bound for their horses, Quan-
tre! in the lead, and in a moment more they
were mounted anddashing over the ridge, every
one of the cutthroat band spurring for dear
life, and holding themselves in the saddle from
fear and weakness.

As the last horseman went over the ridge, the
Phantom Conch was hardly its length behind
him, and swinging along at a swift pace, silent,
too, save for a dull, muffled sound, though now
and then a wild shriek would ring out that
would echo with a cry of terror from the nearest
flying outlaw.

Down the grade went the terrified outlaws,
the chief in his lace as leader, and they were
strung out in a ong line, while behind them
came the startling apparition of a Phantom
Coach running away. I

The brook at the bottom of the bill was reach-
ed by the outlaws, who were heard thundering
through the water, and beyond the trail divided
and they went rushing off into the timber down
the valley. I

But the driver of the apparition drew his
horses to a slow pace as he neared the brook,
and they went through it at a walk. , ‘

, Then up the trail on the other side the
me was quickened, for the moonlight showed
t the outlaws ha branched of! at the brook

 

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Then from the lips of the driver broke a long,
loud whoop, ending in a wild burst of laughter,
which made the rocks and timber ring with
many an echo.

“ Oh, pardl oh, pardl I are dyin’ a-laflin’.

“I was a-bu’stin’ all ther time, but jist did

4 hold back.

“ Lordyl Lordy! I are a-weepin’ tears 0’
fun when I remembers how them fellers got up
an’ dusted.

“ Why, even the horses was skeert,an’durned
ef I believes they has stopped yet.

“ o, they’ll keep a-goin’ ontil J edgment
Day.”

And another burst of laughter followed the
words.

“ Put it there, Pard Butterfly, for you is the
cleverest cuss I ever seen in the. 6 hour parts."

The lndian youth had also enjoyed the fright
of the outlaws, but not to the extent that the
driver had.

After awhile Sunset Sam became more calm
and said:

“ We hed better halt, Pard Butterfly, and
take ther shrouds oi! ther critters and off the
old huss. for we may need ’em ag’iu.”

“ All right, Sunset Sam; I think we had, and
1056 no time about it, either, though I don’t
think we'll see any more road—agents this
night.”

‘ We won’t fera long time, I’m a-thinkin’,
pard.

“ But you be a J im-dandy, and no mistake.”

And the two set to work removing the white
covers from the coach and horses, the pads from
the wheels, and their own snowy raiment which
had given them such a ghostly appearance.

“ Waal, I never seen horses and wheels wear
petticoats afore; but it’s live and Pam, pard.

“ But don’t we make fu’st-class ghosts, pard?"

“ Yes; couldn’t tell us from the real article,
ehz Sam l”

‘Them Red Buzzards tuk us for real grave-
yard prowlers, all wool and a yard wide, war~
ranted ter wash and never change color,” re-
turned Sunset Sam.

Having watered the horses, they drove slowly
on their way, for, to get ahead of time and sur-
prise the Outlaws, Sunset Sam had driven on
re idly until he reached Death Canyon.

he night was beautiful, the treasure-box had
been saved, and they went along in a good hu-
mor; at least, Sam said:

“I feels that good to-night, I c’u’d forgive
my mother-in-law, and she were the fu’st one
who sent me out inter ther wide world ter make
my fortin’. ,

‘ I were a—drivin’ coach them days in ther
Tennessee mountains, and used tor stay a week
at one end 0’ the line, boardin’ With a old lady
who bed a prime pretty darter.

‘-‘ I conclooded it were cheaper marryin’ then
payin’ board, an’ bein’fioung and foolish I got
the-5'” gal ter become rs. amuels, don’t yer
see

“ Yes, I see.”

“ Waal, we went on a bridal tower to ther
other. end 0’ ther run, she ridin’ on ther box
with me, and when We come back ther old lady
lit inter e like a catamount.

“ i te 1 yer, Pard Butterfly, she jist mopped
up ther stage-yard with me, and, not content
with thet, she told me ter wait ontil she got a
gun and come back and kilt me.

“I didn’t wait, but lit out from that town.
and I paid a editor five dollars ter put in his'pa-

r how I hed been kilt in a accident, and sent
it to ther old lady so they thinks I hev climbed
ther Golden' but I hasn’t all ther same.”

“ So I see, i said Red Butterfly. With a laugh
at Sunset Sam‘s matrimonial experience and
manner of getting a divorce.

The night passed away without furthered-
venture, with a halt at sunrise Mr 8 "1mm:-
camp for fresh horses and breakfast. for the re
lays were few and far between on Sunset Sam’s i
run.

In the afternoon Miner‘s Roost was reached, ;
and the arrival of the coach created a decided
impression, for Sam drove up with a rush to
the door of the Overland Lodge.

CHAPTER XXXVII.
THE INDIAN’s RESOLVE.

IT had been agreed by Sunset Sam and Red
Butterfly that the secret of the Phantom Stage
should be kept between them.

“ .lt will help you at other times, I am sure.”
the Indian youth had said, and the driver agreed
with him.

“ Leave me to do ther lyin’, pard, and I’ll tell
’em a story about thet same Phantom Coach
t'lietiwill travel along the hull line in less than
no t me.

 

 

“ My idee be thet Cap'n Quantrcl hev got
spies at ther camps, and it are well enoullh for
’em ter know thet we seen thet coach as well as
did ther outlaws, don’t yer grapple?"

“ Yes, I think it is best.”

“ Now as ter yerself, does yer intend ter d‘vell

in these parts, if I might make so bold as ter
ask, and means it friendly and not cur’ousl”

“ Yes, I shall remain on the border.”

“ 1 see, and what will yer 'do?”

“ I have not fully determined.”

“ Pony Express ridin’ is a good biz, and pays
handsome, and you'd make a tiptop rider I’m
thinkin’, but then it got tar be so dangerous thet
they had ter give it up.”

“ How so?”

“ Waal, one man would be ambushed, yer see.
and they got so thet they’d pick ofl' a pony rider
a week and so the boys drew out, brave as they
was.

“ Where was the run?”

“From Miner’s Roost to Jumping Ofl' City
where I starts from, and back to Hard Times,
whar ther army carriers meets ther riders and
takes it on; but they is gettin’ scared off too, I
kin tell yer, as some of ’em has been picked off
pretty reg’lar of late.”

Red Butterfly listened most attentively to
what Sunset Sam said, and then remarked:

“ A rider from Hard Times to Jumping Off
City and back again, through the various mining-
camps and on the trails haunted by the Red
BuZZarrls would have a. very good chance to
know all that is going on, wouldn’t he?”

“ Waal, now, he would, pard; he’d get eddi-
cated mighty sudden I’m a-thinkin’.”

“ Sunset Sam?”

“ Yes, Injun pard.”

“ I shall seek the situation of Pony Express
Rider.”

Sunset Sum gavea loud whistle, and looked
askance at the young Indian.

15 was some time before he spoke, and then he
an :

“ See here, Injun pard, does yer want ter kill
yers+1f?"

“ No, Sim, why?’

“ Wan, don’t be no pony rider, or yer’ll turn
ytr toes up mighty sudden. ”

“Yes, 1 ve a fancy for the life, and there is
but one run a week up and back, as I under-
stand it, and all the rest of my time is my own,
so I’ll ask for the situation, Sam.”

“ “'aal, you knows best; but yer has mom
pluck than a man needs ter go later that his;
but here we is at Miner’s Roost, and of you
wishes ter hearken unter some sweet-scented
l in’ jist listen unter me, for I intends ter tell
ther boys su‘thin’ I has seen."

And as he entered the mining—camps Sunset
Sam got out his stage-horn to give a blast, when
Red Butterfly said:

“ Let me give you a bugle note, Sam.”

The driver handed it over with asmile and
then remarked:

“ It’s a hard one ter flll, young pard, so don’t
blow yer brains out.”

“Never fear, for my head is bollOW. Sam,”
and placing the born to his lips he began to
wind out the Tyrolese mountaineers call in a
manner that Opened Sunset Sam s eyes.

He could blow calls well himself. but this In-
dian youth amazed him and he said:

“ Thet arether best music ever echoed through
these mountings. Pfl’d 1nJun- _

“Give the boys another wakin’ up and ef it
were only day light they’d think Gabriel were a-
blowin' his horu fer jedgment.”

The horn, blown as the denizens of Miner’s
Roost had never before heard it, brought the
men to their cabin doors, awoke those'who were
enjoying a Sabbath afternoon nap and aroused
the crowd about the Overland Lodge to a high
pitch of enthusiasm. .

“Sam hev got a army bugler fer passenger
this trip,” said one. .

“ If it be Sam then he hev taken music lessons
fer sure since we heard him last,” another re-
marked.

“ Pards, it hain’t Sunset Sam,” cried a third.

As the coach dashed into sight all saw that
the one who was blowing the horn was not Sun-
set Sam but some one on the box with him.

The coach rattled up at a slapping ace, the
driver showing off his style of han _ling the
ribbons, and the horses were stopped With grant
suddenness as they came in frontot the_0ver.
land Lodge, while the horn ceased its musm.

A wild cheer went up, intended both for Sun-
snt Sam’s skill with the reins, and the horn-
blower’ and every eye was turned upon the lat-
ter.

“ Pilgrims and fellowcitizens, cut-throats,

ents and all of you, it be my proud pleasure to
interdOOCe t0 yer my young friend, Red Butter—
fly, a youth who is Injun born, pale-lace raised,
and square as any man as ever wore buckskin.”

A wild yell was the answer to the introduc-
tion, at which Red Butterfly, thus presented to
the community of Miner’s Roost in Slinso. t
Sam’s rather questionable oratory, took of! his
sombrero and bowed to the crow .

Then he leaped nimbly from the box, while
Sunset Sam, after placing an armed guard over
the coach. led the way to the bar. bidding the
young Indian follow with the crowd. _

The crowd accepted the inVitation with
unanimous promptness and alacrity, while Red
Butterfly raised his hat politely to Parson Paul,
Who just then approached and Offered his hand,
for the parson greeted all strangers in a friendly
way. '

Red Butterfly.

1'7

 

While the parson and the young Indian were I

{alkin together Sunset Sam was disooursing
in the ar upon the adventure on the road.

" Gents, name yer intoxicants, fer it are m
treat, seein’ as I has seen thet on ther run up
never ’ ted ter see afore, nor hain’t goin’
miles out 0’ my trail ter gaze on ag’in.

“ Now that hain’t no superstish in my compo-
sish, as yer all knows, and ther teller as hed said
ter me thet he bed see dead folks a—levantin’
’round arter they hed been put in ther little
earth bed and tucked in snug, I’d hev told him
he were a howlin’ liar from the back counties.

“But I hev changed my mind worse nor any
woman ever did, as I hes seen a ghost.”

“ A ghost!” came in a chorus from the
crowd.

“No, not a ghost, but a hull stage load of
Dem?"

“ Sam! Sam!”

“ Do any gent say I are a liar?” and Sam
glared at the crowd.

Whatever “any gent ” might have had as his
private opinion on the subject, he very wisely
'ept it t ) himself, and Sunset Sam was an

peased by the crowd urging him to tell hisl

story.

“ Pards, I hes seen ther Phantom Stage-
coach, horses, passengers and all.”

A chorus of exclaiiiations followed this, and
then Sam continued:

“It were a ghost of ther old hues, and ther
set old Driver Joe on ther box.

“ It were a ghostly team, and they moved
along makin’ no sound, and no more did ther
coach.

“ Inside Were ther passengers, and they was
all ;. hosts and a-screechin’ like a nest o’ cata-
mounts."

“ I tells yer it were awful, and it jist glided
by me, as I seen it a-comin’ on behind and turn-
ed Well out ter let it go by.

“It went by with a feelin’ like a ice-wagon
had gone along, and Ifelt a chill thet it will
take a dozen drinks ti r git off of me.

“ Thet young Injun seen it too, but he wasn’t
skeert, and rather liked ther show.

“But thet coach went by, and ther horses
trotted on fast behind it in spite 0’ all 1 c'u’d
do.”

“ When we reached the top 0’ ther ridge,
comin’ out 0’ Death Canyon I see thet a gang 0’
Red Buzzards bed been waitin’ fer me.

“ But, Lord love yer, pards, ef He kin love
s‘uch a honorary set as you be, them outlaws
didn‘t wait fer me ter come along, but jist got
up and dusted.

“ Oh, my! .how they did light out, and I
guesses they 15 a-goin’ yet, for I never see ’em
a ’in, an’ ther Phantom Coach it just skipped

on ahead out o’ sight.

“ ards, thet are my story.”

The story had made an impression, and drinks
went around over it until Sunset Sam turned to
.go, when some one asked:

“ But who is thet dandy Injun, Sam?"

“ Waal, be are ther gamest outh I ever see,
and I owes more to him than kin ever re y.

“ As for who he is, he‘s a-goin’ ter ride ony
Express through here, so he is.”

“ And he’ll be killed his first ride,” grui'fly
said an old miner, and in this opinion all con-
curred.

Going out, Sunset Sam found his fresh horses
ready for him, and calling to Red Butterfly
they mounted the box, and away went the coach
on its run to Hard Times.

“ Who is ther Injun boy, person?” asked a
miner who had seen the two talking together.

“ A youth whom Brother Sunset Sam is surely
taking to his death,” was the parson’s momened
response.

 

CHAPI‘ER XXXVIII.
'rwo snors.

“ WELL, boy Injun, I filled ’em full,” said
Sunset Sam, withatwinlle of the eye, as he
drove away from Miner’s Roost.

“ You told them about the Phantom Coach?”

“ I did; I jist loaded ’em clean up to the muz-
zl .”

?‘ Did any of them go off?”lasked the Indian
youth, who remembered havmg seen several
men come out of the saloon where Sunset Sam
was telling his story, one of whom had raised
his hands above his head with the remark:

“ Satan loveth a cheerful liar!”

Sam understood the true iiiuardness of the
remark, and, with a sly lock at Buttei fly, said:

“ You’ll do, pard.

“ Yas, two of ’em went off, as of they could
stand no more; but no one that remained doubt-
ed me, for no matter what Itells. it has ter he

set down {is a chapter 0’ Gospil, for I backs up .
my stories with my gun, same as Samson did of .

old with the j.-iwbone o’ a jackass.
“I tell yer, 1 fed ’em With fend as will make

’em think, and it will reach the Red Birdsas how '

we seen thet same Phantom Coach, and thet will
clinch the argiment. _

“ Did you load ther parson’. fer I seen yer giv-
ing him a leetle Chin-mumci

‘ I told him we had seen the Phantom
Coach.” ’

“ And what did he 885’" ”
‘ “ Well, he just smiled, Sam.

“ Thet means he thcught you was lyin’ to
1 him.”
' “ About that.”

“ He hain’t nobody’s fool, ef he does be a Gos-
pil sharp.”

“ No, Sam; he is a very sensible man, and he
gave me some good advice, for I told him I was
going to ride the Pony Express.”

“ Take it, ef yer hed ter pay fer it, fer he’s
clean grit, has got horse sense, and would fight
Satan with spurs on, boy pard.

“ I tell yer, I freeze to thet person, and you
would, too, hed er seen him go arter my run-
away coach, while he held a prayer-meetin’ one
night in ther saloon when he saved the life 0’
Buffalo Bill, and when he called ther mourners
up to the bench, they came.

“Then he were so kind at ther funeral next
day, they tells me.

“ You freeze to ther arson, Injun pard, for
he hain’t altogether a Sunday man, for he’s
sound on every day in the week."

“ Yes, I was particularly pleased with him,
and he has a strong face.”

“ Wan], he hev, and a strong hand too; but
what is yer lookin’ at?”

The youth had suddenly dropped down from
the seat, while he said:

“ Drive on, Sam.”

The coach was just on the ridge of a hill, go-
ing over, the trail running down into a vale,
and then rising again over another hilla mile
distant.

Sunset Sam drove on while the Indian said:

“ I saw two men in the trail, and they dodged
back over the ridge.”

“ \Viial, tint looks bad, pard.”

“ When you bend yonder to the right I'll slip
inside tue coach.”

“ Yer hain‘t afeerd o’ bullets?"

“Yes, I am always airaid of bullets; but
those cannot be the Red BUIZ'll'dE?"

“ No, the ones you seen must be the tellers as
gees for ther P my Riders and couriers, and they
don’t belong to Quantrel’s hand.” '

“ Are there many of them?”

“I nt'Ve!‘ heerd thet ther’ is more than three
of ’em, and one of them turned up his toes when
ther last army courier Were kilt.’

“ Do you think they intend to hold up the
coach?”

” Shouldn’t wonder; but they don’t know
about ther box in hidin’.”

“ Well, I’ll slip inside now,” and the youth
nimbly swung himself into the coach.

Sunset Sam lo'Jked disappointed.

What did it mean, he wondered?

W hen brought under fire the Indian youth
seemed to wilt.

But he drove on his way, determined of course
to hold up if ordered to do so, and trusting that
the Outlaws, whoever they were, did not know
of the hiding-place of the treasure-box.

The trail wound on up the bill, after crossing
the run, and at last the le.:ders were upon the
ridge, when suddenly two men stepped out in
the trail, their rifles leveled, while a third, with
revolver in band, also appeared and called out:

“ Sunset Sam, hands up!"

Who they were there was no shadow of doubt
for clad in black and with the Red Buzzardsl
headmaskcovering their faces, proved that they
belonged to Quantrel’s band.

Sunset Sam obeyed the stern command with
an alacrity that showed he knew his danger,
and at he said:

“ as, I halts when you shouts, you infernal
red-faced coyotes, but yer won’t find no meat
ter pick off 0 this carcass this day, yer buzzard-
faced reptiles.” '

“ Sunset Sam, you should tell the truth some-
times, for I can show you where there is a nest
of greenbacks, and it will be a Buzzards’ nest in
just two minutes.

“ Have you an empty hearse?”

“ There’s a lad asleep inside.”

And Sunset Sam’s heart sunk within him, for
he knew that the outlaws were aware of the
hidden box.

“ Keep him covered, men, while I get the

x.

‘; If he shows a sign of trickery, kill him.

“ Come down from that box, Sunset Sam!”

Sam groaned, but turned the reins around
the brake and was about to obey when quickly
rung out two shots, right OVer the top of the
coach, first one side then the other.

The two men with rifles dropped dead in their
tracks, and With a cry of rage and alarm the
leader it‘aiiseld lin: revolver toward Sunset Sam
w ena .i r s o cameand thewe ndro
from his hand. ape pped

W 1th an oath the man bounded behind a huge

rock and was heard dashing down the hill on
horseback.
‘ It had only taken a few seconds, but Sunset
I. Sam realized that the help had come from the
I In nan youth, who had been standing on the
I rear boo: cf the coach watching his chance.

 

_He soon appeared around the coach cool as an
icicle and said:
“ I’ll get the horses belim ing to these two
' men, Sam. to take with us, w ile you throw the
bodies aboard the coach.”
“ YOung pard, you has big wisdom beyond
your years, for the proof 0’ a dead Injun is his

 

scalp, and we need tell no lies about killin’ out—
laws with them ter show,” and Sam pointed to
the two bodies.

CHAPTER XXXIX.
0N run BACK TRAIL.

As Red Butterfly disappeared behind the
rocks, his revolver in hand, Sunset Sam stood
watching him.

“ So I thought he bed wilted, did Ii

“ Waal, I is a idiot born and bred.

“ Now he played it on me and kept up ther
time on them Red Varmints.

“ Lordy! but don’t be shoot to git tharl

“Now thet feller are struck squar’ in ther
front 0’ ther red mark; yas, and t’other one,

 

“.Thet lad knows thet ther only way ter keep
a man from shootin’ back arter be be wounded
is ter hit him in ther head, for that allers settles

it.

“But how were it he let ther chief
that were Kit Quantrel sure as shootin’.’

Just then the young Indian came back out of
the thicket, leading two horses.

The animals seemed to have been hard ridden
and were tagged out; but they were handsome-
ly accoutered, and Red Butterfly took off their
saddles and bridles and threw them into the
coach, after which he hitched the horses behind
by their stake—ropes.

Sunset Sam, meanwhile, had hoisted the two
bodies on top of the coach, after making a
careful examination for revolvers and other
weapons.

“ I’ard, I am ready.”

“ So am 1, Sam,” and the Indian mounted to
the side of the driver.

Sunset Sam seemed deeply impressed by what
had happened. ,

He had spoken but little, but now that they
were moving along again at a brisk pace, he
said, while be extended his hand:

“ I say, Friean Butterfly, I owes you an ask-
pardon, for I wasn‘t onto yer racket.

“ And I asks it, too, and hopes you’ll forgive
$6 ’fer thinkin’ you’d wilt in ther least leetle

it.

“It’s all right, Sam; I felt that there would
not be many of them, and if taken by surprise
themselves, we would win.

“ I knew you felt sure the hiding- lace of the
box was not known, and if I said ght it out,
you would think best not to do so, and in most
cases you would be right.

” So, as we had no luggage, I took position in
the rear boot and watched my chance.”

“ You is a dead shot, pard.”

“ 1 had to be, for they had you covered, and
their pisibls were cocked.”

“You is right; but you fired quick, so
quick I couldn’t understand it.”

“ You see I fired with each hand, so only had
to move my eye from one arm to the other, as
the weapons were in position.”

“I See, and I don't see, forI never knowed
but one man could fire from both hands at the
same time with dead-shot aim.”

“ Who was that?"

“ Doc Frank Powell, the Surgeon Scout at
Fort Venture, and whom ther red-skins calls
White BeaVer. .

“ Now be are lightnin’ and you isn’t any he-
hind him.” .

“ Thank you.”

“ Os, 1 hain’t ther one ter be thanked, as you
has dune it all.”

“ I mean thank you for the compliment to
compare me with the Surgeon Scout of whom I
have heard.”

“It hain’t no compliment fer it‘s the naked
truth, and compliments hain’t ther truth but
taffy.”

“ You seem to understand it all, Sam,” said
the Indian with a smile.

“ Was]. I hain’t no fool ef I do live west 0’
civilization.

“ But, purd i”

“Ay, ay, Sam ?"

“ How were it you let Kit Quantrel ofl’l’

“ Ah l was that man Kit Quantreli" excitedly
said the youth, his calm mien suddenly changing
to the. surprise of the driver.

“ He were fer a fact.”

The youth became calm agair. in an instant
and said:

“ I did not know it was Kit Quantrel the chief;
but I could not have killed him had I known it,
as I could only see his upraised hand as I fired,
not his form.

“ Then too had I known it was Quantrel I
would not have killed him.”

“You wouldn’t?”

‘1 No.3

“ Why not!”

“ Because I wish to take him 'alive, but how
did he come here if he was at Death 3 Canyon
last night?”

“ He cut around after running from the Phan-
tom Coach to head me off here above Miner’s

go? fer
i

“ Yer see he come through Buffalo Pass, and
that’s what made his Horses so used up.

“ I s’ them three thet got thar were all
thet c’u’d stand ther hard push, pard.”

“ Yes, I supposeso; but, Sam!"

 

 

 

“ Yas, pard.“
“ Just stop a minute, for I am going back on ,
the trail.” ’

Sam drew to a halt, but asked: ‘

“ Now what in 'thunder be you arter, I’ard
Butterfly?” 5

“ I am going to ride one of the outlaws’ horses .‘
back and pick up the trail of Kit Quantrel.” l

“See here, Injun, don‘t you be no fool,” said 1
Sunset Sam, so earnestly that the youth i
laughed.

But he replied, in the same strain in which the
driver had spoken:

“ See here, Sunset Sam: I don’t intend to be a
fool; but the time to follow a trail is when it is
warm, is it not?”

“ It be."

“ Well, Kit Quantrel will not su pose he is
followed, and I believe I can follow him.

“He knows where to meet his men, and if I
can follow them to their retreat, I can go to
Hard Times,the fort, or to Miner’s Boost for a
forceof men and lead them to the attack, don’t
you see?”

“I see, if you don’t git run inter ther earth
by ther-outlaws.”

“ If we play games with Death, Sam, we must
take equa chances, you know.”

“ Waal, you is a queer one, and I suppose you
will go  but this is a fearful prime country to git
lost in.’ V

“ I cannot be lost, Sam, for I come of a race
that instinctively know our way.”

“ Waal, thet is so; but, as I es some days at
Hard Times, I’ll jist git a gang ready to go, if
you should call, and send word up to the fort of
what hev tuk place on this run west, while, of
course, I’ll sw at to the commandant thet we
seen the Phantom Coach.”

“ Well, wasaw it, Sam; at least, all the Phan-
tom Coach there was.

“ But now I am ofi‘, so look after my traps,
please, and leave them at Hard Times.”

Five minuteaafter, mounted upon the best of
the two outlaws’ horses in lead,the Indian youth
was riding back on the trail.

CHAPTER XL.
SUNSET SAM REPORTS.

SUNSET SAMArove on in a thou htful mood.

He also felt a deep regret that his young pard
had left him.

“ N ow, who is thet Injun ?” he muttered after
awhile.

He may be sixteen, and he may be of age and
old enough to vote, if they allowed Injuns to
vote, which same they does not, though the be
real Americans from Wayhack, when the rish
and Dutchers and other immigrants votes ’arly
an’ often, thei- very fn’st time votin’ day comes
around arter they gits here.

“But who be thet young Injunf

“ I give it up.

“ And what hev he come here fer?

“ Ask me su‘thin’ easy.

“ He hain’t no Injun o’ ther plains, fer he be
eddicated same as a school-teacher, and he l’arnt
it all East.

“ Then he do know Injun ways, and trailin’
and kin shoot ther smile off a man’s face and
not hurt him if he wants ter.

“ I know he do keep his mouth tight shut
about himself, while he talks about all else.

“ As ter bein’quick, he are greased lightnin’
on a racket, and my idee is he must hev been
showed off in a cirkis, for he hain’t got a bone
in his body, and durned of he hain’t got a grip
stron as I has, and l hain‘t no slouch.

“ e knows h0w to drive, too, and when he
throws his weight at this end 0’ these lines ther
horses can’t go on of they wanted ter.

“ He are as myster’us ter me as a woman, and
thet are sayin’ heaps.”

Thus soliloquizing, Sunset Sam move on, go-
ingHat a brisk pace as he was anxious to run in-
to ard Times before dark, though his time was
over an hour later.

But he bad news to tell, and no assengers, so
he pushed rapidly on and when be low his stage
horn Hard Times was in full view.

It was Sunday evening, but no “ halo of
calm” rested upon the mining-camp of Hard

es.

There was no ringing of church bells to call
the people to worship; but instead there was a
shooting match in front of the Rest Easy Hotel,
and the gambling and drinking saloons were in
full blast, with crowded houses, for, as the
miners would not work on Sunday, the most of
them passed the time in what they deemed sport,
and rough iplay it was, too.

The com ng of the coach broke up the target-
mace, and all gathered to welcome Sunset

Among the crowd was a man in better dress
than those about him or rather not in miner’s

rb, and be was talking to a tall, splendid-
ooking fellow in a buckskin suit, top-boots and
sombrero.

The first was the paymaster of the Overland,
and he was anxious aced regarding the treasure-
box which he knew Sunset Sam was to bring

through on that trip. ' ,
The one be was talkin to was Buffalo Bill,

 

who had ridden into Ear Times half an hour
before. I .

   
 

Red Butterfly.

The paymaster knew the scout well, and had
confided to him his anxiety regarding the
treasure-box.

“I have to pay off nearly fifty men, Scout
Cody, and it will be a hard set-buck on the

. company if we lose this money, and perhaps

cause them to abandon this branch,"he was

' saying when the notes of Sunset Sam’s horn

were heard and answered with a yell from the
crowd.

The next moment the coach dashed into View,
and the paymaster said:

“ lie is early, over an hour ahead of time;
but his horn has no doleful wail in it.”

“ No, it has a ring of triumph, I take it,” an-
swered Buffalo Bill, and the two moved up to
meet Sam as he drew rein with a “ Hoop-1a!”
before the Hard Times Hotel.

“ Well, Sunset, old fellow, how goes it?"
called out the agent.

The crowd sus ected, from the presence of
the pa master 0 the Overland Company at
Hard imes, that Sam was to bring a lot of
money through, and in dead silence all awaited
his re ly. ’

“ A l safe and serene, cap’n,” was the re—
sponse.

“ Then you saw no road-agents?”

“ Well, I seen plenty of ’em, more than I ever
want ter see ag in, and I seen thet Phantom
Coach they talks of, too.”

Some laughed, others looked incredulous,
while many never thought of doubting the
driver.

“ I seen it, I tells yer.

“Does any man call me a liar?”

Sunset Sam’s band now held a revolver, and
the smiles faded away.

No man called him a liar, or even looked it.

“I seen, I says.” ,

And he went on and told his story, beginning
with the Indian youth who joined him at Jump-
ing Off City.

‘ As seein’ is believin’, pards, I’ll show yer
ther game birds thet young Injun bagged, and
they is Red Buzzards, an oncommon hard fowl
ter kill.”

And Sam drew the cover off the coach, reveal-
ing the bodies, while, 0 ening the door, he
showed the saddle and bri 1e of the horse being
led behind.

“ Now. cap'n, I am ready to make my re ort,
and, Buffalo Bill, I’d a leetle rather you’d ear
it, too, as soon as I has got ther dust out o’ my
throat with a leetle corn-juice.”

And Sam led the way into the hotel, followed
by the paymaster and Buffalo Bill.

CHAPTER XLI.
THE iNDiAN iionsEMAN. -

“ WELL, Sam, (lid you start with the treas-
ure?” asked the paymaster, when he was in his
room at the Hard Times Hotel with the driver
and Buffalo Bill.

H I did.”

“ And brought it through?”

" It’s aboard ther coach in a snug hidiu’-place,
and I’ll et it as seen as it’s good dark.”

Then 5 am told the plan to hide it, and which
the outlaws had discovered, and how the young
Indian had saved the money from the last band
of road agents.

As to the first meetin with the Red Buzzards,
he stuck to it that the hantom Coach had scared
them off and he had driven on unmolested, but
the chief and two of his men had ridden hard
and headed him off above Miner’s Roost.

Buffalo Bill smiled and said:

. “ See here, Sam, that Jumping ()fl' City whis-
ky must be awful stuff to have you see a phantom
coach, team and passengers.”

“ It wasn’t ther whisky, Bill, for I drink light;
but I seen it, and that is what put the road-
agents to iiyin’ ofl’.

“ I tell you it made me feel chilly.”

Neither Buffalo Bill nor the paymaster Were
convinced as to the Phantom Coach, and as Sam
went out to get the treasure the former said:

“It’s some job Sam has put up and won’t give
away.”

“That is your opinion, Cody?” .

“Yes, sir; and if it works evory time he’ll be
in luck.”

“ I confess I did not understand it, for Sam is
not known as a liar.”

“ Well, nobody ever suggests to him that he
is; but he is lying about this Phantom Coach,
and sticks to it well; but let him keep it up if it
Will do any good. '

“Now what surprises me more than the coach
is this Indian youth he talks about.”

“ You believe that?”

“ Oh, yes, but as I never yet saw an educated
Indian, as we call education, and one who played
exactly the role that this one does, it is beyond
me to understand. .

“ He is a dead shot, that is certain, and he has
pluck to go on the Pony Express line after what
Sam told, him.”

“ Yes, and be has gone back now on the trail
of the outlaws.”

“ Thatmay be bravado and it may not.

“ He may come riding in here soon, as ing he
could find nothing of the outlaws, and 0 ma
strike their trail and follow them to their retrea .

“ If he does I’ll give him a berth as scout with
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- big pay, and more, the commandant will give
him the place of a Pony Rider from Fort X en-
ture to Jumping Off City.”

“ Yes, and the company will pay him extra to
push its important business through; but here
comes Sam.”

The driver entered, and in a blanket he had
the box, which the paymaster, having a key,
opened and found the contents all safe.

“You owe that to ther boy Injun, cap’n,” said
Sam, and turning to Cody he continued:

“See here, Buffalo Bill, thet Injun wants to
ride atween the fort and here, as it’s a bad run.”

“ He can get the chance, Sam, as I am here
now looking for a man, for the couriers have
been picked off so rapidly they won’t volunteer
any more now, exce t in rare cases."

“ Waal, thet red—s in youth will go through if
anybody will be able ter do so.”

“ Well, I shall wait to-morrow here to see if
he turns up, and if not return to the fort, for he
may have gone there, and I have a scout coming
here from Miner’s Roost, so if your red-skin
pard goes there, as he might, we will know be-
fore night.”

“ Waal, I’ll feel around among the boys for a
lot to go with me if the boy comes in with news
that be has tracked the Red Birds, and you must
be capt’in, Buffalo Bill, if we goes.”

“ All right, Sunset Sam, I am with you,” was
the reply, and the three men separated for the

ni ht.

The next afternoon, Jack Crawford came in
from Miner’s Roost, and reported all quiet
there.

He had seen nothing of the red-skin youth,
and after waitin until several hours after
nightfall and the ed Butterfly not appearing,
the two scouts left Hard Times for the fort.

It was after sunrise when they came in sight
of the fort, and Buflalo Bill said quickly:

“ See there, Jack.”

He pointed to a horseman riding toward the
fort at a canter, and a mile away from them.

His glass was at once leveled upon the horse~
man, when he said quickl :

b “ Jnack Crawford, that is Sunset Sam’s Indian
ov.

it  I”

“ It is, sure, and how in the name of thunder
did he find the fort?”

“ I give it up; but he’s going there at a lively
pace.’

“ Yes, and we must push on, for that Indian
has news.

“ What if he should have found the retreat of
the Buzzards, Jack ?”

“ Then he knocks us out most certainly.”

“ Yes, in the first round; but we’ll soon know
who he is, and what he has done,” and the two
scouts rode rapidly on toward the fort.

But the Indian horseman had gone in ahead
of them. ' .

 

CHAPTER XLII.
THE RED SKIN GUIDE.

UPON entering the fort, Buffalo Bill and Jack
Crawford went at once to report to Captain
Benteen.

They found that officer conversing with the
one they had seen riding toward the fort.

It was Red Butterfly, and he looked a little
haggard from a long and hard ride without

rest.

“ Ahl Cody, I am glad you are here, for this
Indian youth brings \ aluable news.

“ Do you know him?” said Captain Benteen.

“I never saw him before..CaDtain Benteen,
but I know a great deal of Red Butterfly from
his friend, Sunset Sam, and he’s one I am glad
to know,” and Buffalo Bill held out his hand,
which “7.18 grasped by the Indian youth with
evident pleasure at meeting the scout, while he
said pleasantly:

“ I have heard so much of Buffalo Bill that I
am most happy to meet him face to fees; but
may I continue my story, sir, as time may be
most important?”

“ Certainly, only let these scouts hear what
you have to say—what was it you called him,
Cod ? . '

“ am called Red Butterfly, sir.”

“Thep, Mr. Red Butterfly, let us have your
re rt.’

has urged the Indian youth, whose striking
appearance riveted the eyes of Captain Benteen
and the two scouts upon him, said in a pleasant
way that seemed natural to him:

“I rode out of Jum ing Of! City on Sunset
Sam’s coach, as I had card a plot to rob him,
and we managed to frighten ofi‘ the outlaws;
but three of them, one bein Captain Quantrel,
headed us off above Miner’s 00st, and being on
this  boot I opened fire and we went through
sa 6 . -

“ nybody hurt?” asked Cody dryly.

“I wounded the chief, sir, and as we had got-
ten hold of two of their horses, I took one to go
on the trail.”

“Captain Benteen, pardon me, sir, if I tell
this story as I had it from Sunset Sam, for this
modest young Indian leaVes out that he killed
two of the outlaws, shooting both in the center
of their foreheads, and shot the chief in the arm
as he was ra his revolver to fire upon the

 

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Red Butterfly.

  

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driver, for his arm was all that he could see at
the time he fired.

“ Sam brought the two bodies and one horse to
Hard Times and said this youth had gone back
to follow Quantrel‘s trail, and would report to
Miner’s Roost, Hard Times, or the fort.

“Now he has reported here.”

“ Well, Cody, 1 am glad of your explanation,
for it shows us that Red Butterfly does not give
himself due credit.

“ But you followed the trail of Quantrel, But-
terfly?”

“Yes, sir, he did not seem to fear being trail-
ed, so rode on and met his men whom he had
outridden with two others, when he ran from
the Death Canyon.

“I tracked him to his retreat, but he broke
camp at once and traveled through the night to
a canyon some fifty miles from here.

“ I kept them in sight, for it was too dark to
trail, and when I saw them so into camp as
though to remain a day or more, I lay in hiding
until night, and then cut a horse out of the cor-
ral and came to the fort as the nearest place to
get aid to attack them.

“The horse I rode was so fagged out I turned
him loose, and urged the one that brought me
here to good speed.”

“ May I ask how you found your way to the
fort in the night, as ou never knew the coun—
try!” asked Captain enteen.

d ‘ An Indian goes where he wills, sir, night or
“y.

“No country is strange to onelof my race,

sir,” was the answer, at Buffalo Bill thought

that it was evasive, and muttered, to himself :

“ That Indian knows this country well, I am
certain.”

“Well Red Butterfly to say that you have
done well would be mild praise, for you have
more than done your dut .

“ To what tribe do you belong?”

“ I was a Sioux, sir.”

“ And now i”

“ I am an outcast Indian,” was the bitter re-

pl .

Boeing that the Indian felt keenly hisquestion,
the captain hastily said:

“ Well, my, brave fellow, am I to understand
that you are here to guide a force to the retreat
of the Red Buzzards?”

“ I am, sir, and then 1 seek the place of Pon
Rider on the trail from here to Jumping 0
City.” .

f‘_ It is a very long and, I may say, a fatal
trail.”

“ May I have the place, sir?”

“ Yes, if you are willing totake the chances of
a hundred to one.” i

“ I’ll take them, sir; but we better be on the
trail, sir, as it will take a cavalry force into the
night [0 reach the retreat.”

“ Cody, get halfa dozen of your men together,
and I will look after the Comfort of this youth
and order Lieutenant Ames and thirty men to
go on this trail, for the outlaws must be wiped
out utterly.” ’

“ The force is not enough, sir, for the outlaws
number over thirty men and fight on their own
ground.

“ The more scouts you send, too, sir, the bet-
:fir, for they know better what to do than sol-

ers

Captain Benteen and the two scouts gazed at
the young Indian in amazement, both Buffalo
Bill and ack Crawford feeling complimented
at the compliment he had aid the scouts.

The captain laughed an said:

“ By the gods of war, my young Indian friend
you are right, and I’ll follow your well- ut adI
vice for it chimes in with my views, now know
the force of the outlaws.”

Two hours after the Indian youth as guide,
rode with Buffalo Bill ahead of the cavalry
company commanded by Lieutenant Ames, and
their destination was to hunt down Quantrel
and his band.

CHAPTER XLIII.
TOO LATE. .

BUFFALO BILL, as he rode along with the In-
gian guide, became more and more interested in

in.

The outh had nothing to say about himself,
and al of the mouth ingenuity could not dil-
cover anything about him.

Red Butterfly said that he was of the Sioux
race, had been educated East and had come
West to see something of wild Western life.

He was anxious to become a Pony Rider,
and believed that he could give mtisfaction as

such.

Back at J umpin OR Cit he had a fine pack-
horse and two sp endid ri ing animals with a
few belongings.

He had left them there tocomeon with Sunset
Sam, who was to be held up b road-a cuts.

More than this Buffalo B 11 can] not dis-
cover.
He let the Indian take the trail, and noted

that he went unerringly.
“ The boy has had training on the plains, that
is firhig,’ inlet-ad t2: goutbon
on 0 u 03 mt tSunsetSam’s
“cry of thetl’hantom Coach. .

courteous, reflned manners, not to speak of his

 

“ Did you see it?” he asked.

“ Oh, yes.”

“ You really saw the Phantom Coach?"

“ As distinctly as I see you this minute.”

“ When was it?”

“ At ni ht.”

“ Moon ight?”

“ Yes, the moon was shining as bright as
day.”

“ You saw a white coach, horses and driver?”

“ i did.”

“And heard wild shrieks, moans and cries for
help?”

“ Distinctly.”

“ Where did it go i”

“ l t went on with us until it reached a
valley, and there the Phantom disappeared.”

“ It made no sound?”

“There was a muffled-like sound as it went
along."

“ nd you did not hear the ring of the iron
hoofs upon the rock trail?”

“ They fell noiselessly.”

“ This is remarkable.”

“ So the road-agents thought,
Cody.”

Buffalo Bill glanced quickly into the face of
the Indian youth.

But it was perfectly impassive.

If he was telling a story, the scout thought, he
did it most gerfectl .

“ I knew unset gain was a giant liar, when
he set his tongtiie to dodge the truth, so I did not
believe him; ut I don’t know what to think
when you seriously tell me you saw what you

“I saw it, Mr. Cody, as I tell you, and yet I
do not believe in the slightest degree in super-
stition.”

“ Then how do you account for a ghostly
coach, horses and gassengersi”

“ That is one th g that must remain a mys-
tery until the solution is known,” said Red But-
terfly, thoughtfully.

It will be seen that the Indian youth did not
in the slightest instancetell an untruth.

He saw what he said he did, and he offered no
explanation as to the real cause, and that was
what puzzled Buffalo Bill.

The scent also saw that the youth led at a
Dace that was just what could be kept up by the
cavalry.

He seemed to measure the traveling speed and
endurance of the horses, and he picked his way
well, halting just where the scout had intended
suggesting to Lieutenant Ames to make a halt
for rest.

The Indian guide and Buffalo Bill rode some
distance in advance, and then came Lieutenant
Ames, his bugler and men.

Behind were Buflalo Bill’s scouts, with Jack
Crawford in command, and they numbered ten
men.

Lieutenant Ames was one of the most dashing
young cavalry officers on the plains, and as
handsome as an Adonis.

He had stood number one in his class at West
Point, and won his 3 urs before he had been a
month in service in t e field.

Then, too, he had kept his spurs bright by
many a gallant act, and was as popular With his ’
brother officers as with the ladies.

Doctor Schuf‘eldt, the assistant-surgeon of the
post, had been sent along, and a second lieuten-
ant also, so that Lieutenant Ames, with two of-
ficers, forty four men, and Buffalo Bill and his
scouts, felt strong enough to makea clean sweep
of the outlaws. -

The young Indian guide seemed to be the cen-
ter of attraction, for Buffalo Bill had made
known Sunset Sam’s story regarding him, and
all knew that he had trailed Quantrel to his lair
and then came to the fort to get a force to bag
him and his outfit.

The mystery about the youth, his slender but
perfect form, face of really womanly beauty and

too, Mr.

education, made him an object of deepest inter-
est to all.

Then, too, he was a superb horseman,and that
he could use his revolvers with deadly effect all
had heard.

‘f Did you wound the chief severely, do you
think, Red Butterfl i” asked Lieutenant Amen,
as‘they halted for d ner and rest.

He carried his arm in a sling, sir, I noticed
when in camp last night.”

2 Then you saw him last night?"

Yes, sir; I ot near enough to take in the
can] , its situa on numbers and advantages.
e can attack it from .two, points, sir,
agggg’hvaga: é): where a sentinel is stationed,
e narrow
which it is situated. {valley at the head 01

“ The chief’s tent is at the can on, the men
across from it, and the cattle are own the val-
ley under two guards.”

“And yet you managed to et a horse?”

N 0615,38“, sir; it Iwas not an: hard work,” an-
swer e youn udian an Buffalo Bi
tered, to himself: ’ n muff

“ That Indian knows the valley well.

“ He has been there before, I am certain."

After an hour’s rest the march was resumed,

last the glare of the camp-fires up the valley
came into view.

Buffalo Bill and his scouts went by way of the
canyon, and Red Butterfly led the soldiers up
the valley until near enough to make a dash.

Then the command was given to charge, and
the troogers dashed into the camps and were
met by t e scouts.

But, though their camp-fires still burned, the
Red Buzzards had flown from the nest.

CH AFTER XLIV.
FINDING A CLEW.

THE scouts, under Buffalo Bill, had entered
the canyon with the sure belief that they would
rush right in upon the outlaws, and with the sol-
diers coming up the valley catch them in be-
tween two fires.

That it would be a complete surprise all be-
lieved, and that the end of the outlaw band was
at hand no one doubted.

In the charge of the soldiers Red Butterfly
had been at the side of the young lieutenant.

He had pointed out the corral over against
the hills, and was as cool as if riding out for'
pleasure.

When the command had been given to charge
he had dropped his bridle-rein upon the horn 0
his saddle, drawn a revolver in each hand and
gone on to meet the foe.

But the foe was not there.

The camp-fires were replenished and burned
up brightly, but not a trace of the outlaws could
be found. _

Buffalo Bill, his scouts and Red Butterfly went
off to find their trail if possible.

and all went there.

“ They went up the mountain over that rock,”
he said, pointing to a rock thirty feet high.

“How did they get up there, for though bun»
zards in name they are not by nature and can-
not fly,” said the lieutenant, greatly disappoint-
ed at the result of the expedition.

“ This was the corral.’

“ I see that by the tracks of the horses,” said
Lieutenant Ames, for the moon had risen and
all in the valley was plainly visible now.

“ They had a stake-rope running from this
wall of rock around those trees, keeping the
horses in, and the guards stood there by that
rock, and the other by the large tree.”

“ You saw this last night?”

“Yes, sir.”

“ But how did they get away by going up that
rock i” asked Dr. Schut‘eldt.

“ No other trail can be found except the one
they came into the valle by.”

“ That is so,” Buffalo ill remarked.

“ They did not return by that trail.”

“ No, they did not,” Cody said, for scouts and
all had gathered around. -

cam s tenthe corral and back.” ‘

6‘ Yes.

“ They look as though the horses had been led
back and forth.”

“ That’s what the tracks look like,” Buffalo
Bill said.

“ Well, now, up to that ledge is only thirty
feet, and horses could be drawn up there one by
one with a couple of stout pieces of timber as a
derrick, rigged with block and tackle.”

“Boy, you are a wonder.

“Quick, Cody, get around to the ledge some

Lieutenant Ames. A

Buffalo Bill had already seen the Indian

outh’s idea, and was starting off when Red

utterfly called out:

“ Come this way, Mr. Cody.”

He obeyed and they soon came to where a
tree grew on the cliff.

“ Give me your lariat, please.” .

Buffalo Bill handed it over, taking it from his
saddle-horn, and the Indian threw the noose
skillfully over a limb of the tree which had been
broken off.

Then as nimbly as a sailor he Went up the-
lariat to the to of the cliff, and Buffalo Bill
followed, thong more slowly, as he said pleas-
antl :

“five got more weight to pull up, Butterfly,
than you have.” ' .

Along the cliff the made theirwa until they
stood over the com and Buffan B' i called out
with more excitement than he was often wont
to exhibit:

“iiI‘,he Red Butterfly’s right, sir, here is the
tra .

A shout greeted his words and Lieutenant
Amos asked quickly:

“ Are there any timbers there!”

“ Yes, sir.”

And he added after a moment:

“They are freshly cut trees, sir, about six
inches in diameter.”

“ Well, can we at u the same way Cod i”

“We have no 100 and tackle, sir, w clfl
Quantrel is furnished with, and which explains
man of his escapes and lost trails.”

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“ That boy does know this country,” muttered
Buffalo Bill.

“ For I don’t know the way round myself.”

“ All ri ht, Red Butterfly, you come back in-
‘to the v ley, and, Cody, take what men you
wish with you.”

“ I’ll take my scouts. sir.”

“ All right.”

“ Men, you will have to climb that lariat,”said
the lieutenant.

Texas Jack, who had been a saiior in his boy-
hood, went u like a eat; but the others found it
no easy wor , excepting Jack Crawford, who
also made light of it.

Then the scouts, led by Buffalo Bill, set of!
over the mountain, while the soldiers mounted
and rode down the v ~lley.

The rear guard led the scouts’ horses, and
Lieutenant Ames now rode ahead with Red But-
terfly, to whom he remarked after they had
gone a few miles:

“ See here, Red Butterfly, you certainly have
been through this country before, for you know
it like a book, and have not been at fault all

f

“It was the hunting-grounds of my eople,
sir, when I was young, and I learned t en all
I know of the country and border craft,” was
the modest reply.

“ You learned your lesson well I must say.”

“ Red-skins are apt pupils. sir, for it is their
nature to he.

“ We are children of the plains and forests,
sir, you know.”

“ Well, you seem to have learned the language
and ways of the pale—faces as well as the craft of
the Indian.”

“1 studied hard to learn, sir, for I did not
care to be a drone in the pale-face hive; but
here is where we go to the to of the ridge.”

The ridge was reached, an getting down up-
on the ground, Red Butterfly soon said:

“ The scouts have not passed, but the outlaws
have.”

“ How do you know ’1?”

“ The outlaws were mounted, sir, the scouts
were on foot,” was the reply of the young In-
dian.

As he spoke, in the distance coming up the
trail the scouts were discovered approaching the
spot where the soldiers had halted.

CHAPTER XLV.
ALONE ON THE TRAIL.

BUFFALO BILL and his scouts arrived some-
what tired from their up-hill tramp, for it was
a rugged one as well.

The trail had been easily followed by the
buckskin heroes, and they arrived to find the
soldiers ahead of them.

Buffalo Bill was the more convinced that the
Indian youth knew more about the country
than he admitted he did, yet he kept this belief
to himself.

“ Well, Cody, here we are, and what is to be
done?” said Lieutenant Ames. »

“ I suppose we must stick to the trail, sir.”

“ That is what Red Butterfly said, so we will
move on.”

“ Pardon me, sir, but it would be well to let a
couple of scouts go on ahead, as we might run
upon an ambush. ’

“ You are right, Red Butterfly, and I will
take our advice,"sa1d the young commander,
frank y.

“ I will 0 ahead, sir, if Mr. Cody will send a
man to fol ow me, so as to bring the alarm back
should I run into a trap.”

" You will stay with me, Red Butterflx , for
you have been constantly on the go, I take it,
since you left Sunset Sam’s coach, sixty hours
a o. -

g“Human' nature has its limits, you know,”
and turmng to Buffalo Bill he told him to send
two of his best men ahead. .

Night Hawk and Broncho Bill Powell at once
stepped forward and volunteered for the work.
an as soon as thefimoved ahead the command
started to follow, ed Butterfly, relieved of all
anxiety, coolly goingr to sleep in his saddle.

He awoke with a start as the command halt-
ed, and to his surprise it was good daybreak.

“ Well, Red Butterfly, you have slept for
several hours.”

“ Yes, Lieutenant Ames, and I am as good as
new now; but we are at the river.”

“We are, and the trail is lost.”

“ It entered the river here, sir.”

“ Yes, and does not come out on the other
shore.” '

“ “That do Mr. Cody and his men say, sir?”

“ They are at a loss to know which way the
outlaws have gone, and it was right at this
point that Cody and the Buckskin Brothers lost
the trail of Quantrel the night he and some of
his men entered Miner s Roost and kidnapped a
miner by the niime of Yankee Dan.”

“And it was buffalo Bill who follbwed their
tail, sir?”

“ Yes; and lost it right here.

“ They could not go down the river, as there
is no landing for ten miles, so the horses could
not swim it, and there was no sign of their going

 

. ashore at the lower ford.

‘Cod and his men are now going upstream
to see if there is a landing, though no man or

horse” could swim half a mile against this cur-
rent.

The troopers had cam and were cooking
breakfast, as were also al of the scouts except-
ing those who had gone up the river with Buf<
falo Bill.

Soon they returned and reported no break in
the steep banks for a mile or more, and the im-
possibility of stemming the stream proved con-
clusively that they could not have gone that
way.

Mr. Cody i” asked Red Butterfly.
“ I never did, nor have any of my men.”

the others talked over the matter.

At last he said:

“ Will you give up the trail, Lieutenant
Ames?”

“ What else is to be done?”

“ I wiil take it alone, sir.”

“ Where is the trail for you to take, Red But-
Eerfly?” almost impatiently responded the of-

061'.

“ There, sir.” * ‘*

And the Indian pointed to the river swiftly
flowing by.

“ ’Well, you’ll be clever indeed if you can fol-
low a trail on the water.” said Lieutenant
Ames.

“ I’ll take to the water, sir, and if I make any
discovery, you will find me after you at the
fort.”

“ Will you swim?”

“ If I have to, sir; but I’ll start on a raft.”

“ Whatl with our horse?”

“ Oh, no, sin ut if you will let the men rig
me up a raft of? logs, l’ll start on my way.”

“ Oh, I'll do it, for somehmv I believe you
know just what you are about, Red Butterfly.”

“ Thank you, sir.”

The lieutenant then ordered several of the
soldiers to take axes from the pack—saddles and
cut some logs, while lariats were used to fasten
them together.

Red Butterfly superintended the work, and
when the little raft was completed it would read-
ily support two men and keep them dry.

A long pole was then cut, a roll of blankets
put aboard, and some provisions, and all was
ready for the start, when Buffalo Bill said:

“ Don’t you want company, Red Butterfly?”

“ No, Mr. Cody, I prefer to go alone,” was the
frank response.

Then, with a wave of the hand, the Indian
youth called tothe men to let go the line, hauled
it in, and taking his long pole, sat down upon
the center log to enjoy his voyage as best he
mi ht.

he soldiers and scouts cheered him, and a
few minutes after he sweptaround a bend out of
sight. going at a six-mile-an-hour speed.

‘Now, lieutenant, 1 will take Wild Bill and
Texas Jack and go down the river on this side,
while the Powell Brothers ride down the other
shore, and we’ll keep as near the daring young
red-skin as we can, for he may need us before
he reaches the end of his voyage,” said Buffalo

i .

“ Well, Cody, do so, and I will start for the
fort by slow marches, so you can send after me
if needed; but I believe if the outlaws are to be
found that Indian youth will find them.”

“ So I believe, sir, and all of the scouts are of
the same opinion.

“ If he lives to get off of this trin,we wish him
to join our League,” and Buffalo Bill told off-the
scouts to follow the stream down on either hank,
sent Jack Crawford to make the rounds of the
places where Surgeon Powell was to leave let-
ters. to see if there was anything from him, and
had the remainder of his men go with Lieuten-
ant Ames and his command.

It was not long before the force in search of
the outlaws was divided into five parties, Red
Butterfly alone floating down the river, two
bands of scouts going d0wn the banks, Jack
Crawford off on a special mission, and the
troopers on their way back to the fort, deeply
chagrined at their failure to capture Quantrel
and his men, after having them almost in their
ver grasp, as it seemed to them, when they
das ed into their deserted retreat.

CHAPTER XLVI.
THE RED SKIN VOYAGER.

THE Red Butterfly went off on his perilous
trip down the river with a fearless heart and
determination to solve the mystery of the lost
trail.

 

of the outlaws who had held up the stage, lay
upon the log by his side and his revolvers were
in his belt.

His roll of blankets and haversack of provi-
sions were also on the log, and he had his long
pole ready to guide his queer boat from dan-
gers, or to push it ashore, for only here and
there it was that he could not reach the river-
bottom, the average of depth being from ten to
twelve feet.

Around the bend he swept, his pole ready for
use. and his rifle t00 if need be.

His eyes scanned the banks closely, and he
was on the watch for any break where a landing

 

II‘could he made.

I

“ Did you ever near of a boat on this river, '

The Indian was silent for some minutes while .

His repeating-rifle, one he had taken from one 3

He had formed the idea that the outlaws had
gone down the river, and he wished to know
Just how it had been done.

It would take a large raft indeed to carry so
many horses, packs and men, and yet how else
could a force of that size whose trail ended at
the river so utterly disappear, except by going
down the stream?”

So down the river he floated, rounding the
bends from time to time, keeping as near the
center as he could, and eying the shores like a
hawk.

He passed the ford some ten miles below the
starting-point, and then swept on down between
banks still more precipitous.

Noon came and he poled ashore, tied up to a
‘ tree and ate his dinner.

Then he again started on his way.

The banks narrowing as the river wound
around a mountain, became wall-like and im-
paSSable wholly, while the current more con-
fined surged along at a much greater speed here
and there.

His raft worked badly, yet it was strongly
tied together and he had no fear of its coming
apart, and stood ready with his guide-pole in
case of Seeing sunken rock ahead.

At last the shadows began to lengthen, the
scenery lwcsniewilder, grander. and the current
more swiftiind dangerous, while ahead was an
island beautifully wooded.

Toward th.s the youngr voyager headed his
raft, and with considerable effort ran ashore,
when he sprung out, the line in his hand, and
made fast. .

Then he looked about him and walked toward
i the loyver end of the island. '

It was nearly dark, and he stopped suddenly
i at what he beheld.

The island forked at its lower end, and the
space between was a secure harbor in which he
beheld, made fast to the trees, a boat.

Red Butterfly took up a position of observa-
tion and kept a close watch until it got too dark
for him to see.

Then he crept nearer, and at last ventured on
board.

There was the boat, and not a human being
about it; but it told the manner of the out-
laWs’ escape, the mystery of the lost trail, for
the furnaces were still warm.

“ I‘ll just camp aboard to-night,” he said, and
he did .~o, not daring to light a fire.

The dawn reVealed the boat in all its rude
construction.

1t was a hundred feet long, built of the rudest
sawn planks, and in width was some thirty—five
feet, while the hows were quite blunt.

It had a shed deck, was more like a flat-
boat than anything else, and astern was a huge
paddle-wheel and double rudder, while the mav
chinery was such as is seen in sawmills, and
had been ingeniously put to use to drive the
queer craft.

“This would hold the whole outlaw outfit,
horses, pack-mules, men and all, and this is
what they escaped in.

“ They keep it here and run it up or down the
river when they are on a retreat, for half a
dozen men sent on ahead could get it to a point
on the river where it was needed in a few
hours.

“ Now to find where the outlaws landed.”

There was a skiff with ears in it seemingly
tied to the host, but an examination revealed
that the rope passed through a block and went
down into the water.

There was another rope made fast astern and
also sunk.

Hllullllg on this, Red Butterfly began to draw
the skiff out into the stream, though it still ap-
peared made fast to the boat.

Across he went to the other shore, where the
ropes went around the trunk of a. tree, and he
saw that a man hauling on one line could draw
‘ the skiff ashore, and then pull it back again to
i the boat concealed on the island, hardly over

seventy feet distant.
The trails he saw ashore showed that the out-
, laws had landed there, the boat had then been
I run in to the island, and the crew coming back
, in the skiff had drawn itto its place again.
Then Red Butterfly pondered .ong and earnest-
ly upon his discovery and havmg made up his
mind returned to the island.
Going back to his raft he turned it adrift. and
i then, with his traps, set himself" ashore in the
skiff.

Hauling the skiff back to its position, and
hiding the rope as before, he started on foot for
the fort.

1n the mean while the scouts on the river-
banks had gone down as far as the nature of the
land would allow them to follow near the stream
and then were forced to branch out around the
mountains, when each party made their way
to the fort.

The soldiers under Lieutenant Ames arrived
at the fort the morning after seeing Red Butter-
fly start upon his voyage, and next to comein
were the two Powell brothers, Night Hawk and
Broncho Bill.

They reported that they had gone down the
stream until forced to go too far away, from the
rugged country through which it WOUI-Ld, to be
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That night Buffalo Bill and his two comrades
came in and made about the same report.

It was the next day when a horseman was de-
scried coming toward the fort, and many hoped
it was Red Butterfly, who in some way had
gotten a mount.

But as he drew near it was seen to he Jick
Crawford, and the first thing he said as Buffalo
Bill met him was:

“ I’ve got a letter for you from the Surgeon
Scout.”

Buffalo Bill could have given a yell of delight,
but restrained his joy and hastened to Captain
Benteen with the letter.

“Read it quick, Cody, and let us see what
Frank Powell has been up to,” urged Captain
Benteen, and Buffalo Bill read as follows:

“I saw you and your two comrades at Miner’s
Ra'rst. but could not communicate.

"Your trail of tie kidnappers I know was use-
less, for they reach» (1 their retreat with their
prisoner, and will boll him, believing he is sham-
ming lossiof reason.

“ if satisfied they cm get nothing from him, he
will be put to (leath. .

“I am laying my trap as well as I can, but it is
slow work.

“Sunset Sam‘s coach was held up above Miner s
Roost and had treasure on board, but an Indian
youth beat off Quantrcl and his men.

“Tue Indian is here for some mysterious pur-

050.

p “If he crosses your path, aid him.

“I am safe and well, and Will write again when I
can give news."

Such was the letter from the Surgeon Scout»
Frank Powell, and it was a great on use of satis‘
faction to Captain Benteen and Buffalo Bill to
find that he was still alive, that no harm had
befallen him. ,

“ Powell is plottin and planning well, Cody,
I am sure, and he WI 1 take his own time and go
his own wav about it,” said Captain Benteen.

Then he asked:

“ And now about that splendid young red-
skin?”

“I do not kn0w what to say, sir, and if he
does not turn up to—morrow I shall fear that he
is dead.”

“ So will I.”

But Red Butterfly did not appear upon the
next day, and all in the fort felt confident that
he was dead.

 

CHAPTER XLVII.
Tin RETURN.

DAYS had passed since the return of the out-
law«hunters to Fort Venture, and the scouts
were kept bus .at work on the Indian frontier,
for the red- '1ns were getting bolder each

week.

Red Butterfly had not returned, and he was
set down as either drowned or killed by all but
afew in the fort, and those few, always to be
found in every community, said that he was no
more or less than an Indian spy, or perhaps one
of the outlaw band.

They ignored facts, and instanced his re-
markable familiarity with the country, and
how readily be had followed the trails of the
outlaws up to a given time, after which he had
gloat cleverly parted company with the sol-

iers.

But one dafk, stormy night the sentinel’s chal-
lenge rung out sharp and stern:

‘ Haiti who comes there?”

“ Friend; but I have no countersign,

“ Call the ofllcer of the day,” was the prompt
res use. '

‘ Corporal of the guardl

“Post Number One!” sung out the sentinel,
who had been considerably startled by bein
hailed from out in the darkness before he m5
been seen.

The cor oral came, and the officer of the day
discover that it was no less a personage than
Bed Butterfly.

He was on foot, and in sorry plight, but ap—
eared before Captain Benteen as chipper as a
ark.

The captain wrung his hand most warmly,

while he said:

“ WeIcome back, my dear young fellow, for
we all deemed you dead here.” _

“ No, sir, not quite, though very tired. for I
made my way on foot from the riVer, and _had
to lie hidden for three days, as some Indians
cam around me.

“ ut I have news for you, sir.”

“ Well, out with it, Red Butterfly."

“ Those red-skins are waiting for a larger
force to arrive and make a dash on the fort.”

u Ah!"

“ They changed their camp, and that gave me
a chance to escape, but I could not get one of
their nies for fear of putting them on their
guar .”

“ How many of them did you see, Butterfl f"

“ Just two hundred, sir, for I had not g
else to do but count them.

“ I was up a tree, you know.” _

“ Well, it‘s lucky you did not go to sleep and
fall out.”

“ I tied myself to the tree, sir; but it is a won-
der they did not see me.”

“ Sioux?”

“ Yes, sir.”

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“ Would they have harmed you i”

“ Yes, sir, they would have tortured me to
death.”

“ And the force they expected?”

“ Was to come from Red Top, sir.”

“ How many?”
sir, under Chief Sharp

“ Four hundred,
Teeth.”

“ The old Scoundrel; but where was the party
you saw?”

“ Camped on Blue Water, sir.”

“ And where did they go?”

“ Only a couple of miles further down the
stream, sir.”

“ When was this?”

“ This morning. sir.”

“ And you have come here since then?”

“ Yes, sir.”

“ on foot?”

“Yes, Ca tain Benteen.”

" HOW di you do it?”

“ I came at an Indian runner’s gait sir.”

“ And when did they expect the larger
force?"

“They were expecting it every hour.”

“ In which case they would move at once up-
on the fort?"

“ Yes, sir, and this is a splendid night for
their work.”

“ You are ri ht,” and Captain Benteen Sprung
to his feet, ca led his orderly, and orders were
sent for half a dozen of the fort officers to come
at once to headquarters.

Buffalo Bill was also sent for, the sentinels
were trebled on their posts, and the whole garri-
son, in less than half an hour, was under arms
and ready for an attack.

Midnight came and passed, and daylight was
drawing near, while yet the rain-storm lasted.

But suddenly around the fort ran a sheet of
red flame, and over a hundred muskets flashed,
while the four cannon boomed forth their hoarse
thunder, and revolvers cracked in chorus with
re sting-rifles.

he red-skins had surrounded the fort, and
made a dash in the intense darkness and rain,
and felt sure of carrying the fort.

But the sheet of flame and leaden hail that
met them, told that their coming was known,
and their wild war-cries of triumph quickly
changed to yells of fury and hatred as warriors
and ponies went down in the mad rush.

They knew that it was no use to make another
effort to carry the fort, and in despair they
surged back, carrying whatever wounded and
dead they could, when brightly flashed the rock-
ets in the air illumining the scene, and Lieutenant
Ames and his troopers, and Buffalo Bill and his
scouts dashed out upon the flying red-skins in
their mad flight.

And Red Butterfly stood gazing upon the
scene with stern face; but not a shot did be fire,
not a hand did he raise, for he said to Captain
Benteen:

“ I cannot kill my own people, sir.”

 

CHAPTER XLVIII.
A anwasn REFUSED.

“ HE does not seem like an Indian.”

“ Nor like a plainsman.”

“ Exce t on a trail."

“ Yes 6 is perfection as a trailer.”

“ And a dead shot.”

“ Yes, the deadest of shots.”

“ He can stand more punishment than any one
I ever saw.”

“ Yes, his frame is as tough as a pine-knot.”

“ He has more pluck than any one I ever
saw.”

“ Yes, to dare attempt to ride Pony Express
after twelve men have been killed on this run,
and he is Number Thirteen.”

“ An unlucky number."

“Yes, but he is indifferent to danger.”

“The captain is just gone on the young fel~
low.”

“ And so is Buffalo Bill.”

“ Every scout in the fort is.”

.“ Well, he saved the fort, I am dead sure, for
his warmng was just in time, as the scouts have
been so Worked down of late they were resting
for a couple of days, and the Indians followed
th‘e‘nsir right in.”

es, it would have been a (1 rate fl ht
for life, if not a massacre.” eepe’ 8

Such was the conversation heard in the fort
tslggsicond day after the midnightattack of the

The a“bJE‘Ct was of course the Indian youth,
who had been keeping close to the quarters
which .Captain Benteen had assigned to him,
near his own.

He certainly needed rest after the hardships
he had kn0wn, and he seemed to shun attention
and too much notice.

His terrible trip after leaving the command
had not seemed to disturb him after he had
gained some rest, and the fact that he would not

re upon the Sioux redounded to his credit rather
than against him.

Those Who doubted him were silenced, and
well for them .was it that they were, for Red
Butterfly had made friends of officers, soldiers
and scouts.

After the reaction of the night battle was

 

over, Red Butterflz reported to Captain Ben»
teen, who received ini most cordially.

In fact. this gallant soldier hero looked upon
the youth as not akin to an Indian, and really
as his especial guest.

“ Sit down, Butterfly, and tell me if you feel.
yourSelf again.”

“ Oh, yes, sir, I am just as ood as new."

“ Wel , I have a mind to for you a cadet-
ship at the Military Academy for the gallant
services you have rendered.”

“ An Indian, sir, at the West Point Military
Academy !" said Red Butterfly with cutting sar-
casm.

“ Yes, why not, for you could readily pass the
examination mentally and physmallyi

“ I heard you talking in French toErnest, and
your accent is perfect, while Doctor Schufeldt'
says that you are a fine German scholar, as he
heard you in conversation With Corporal Klein
when he was dying in the hospital.

b “N,ow why should you not be a West Point
0y?

“ I am an Indian, sir, your kindness to me
permits you to forget," and the tone was bitter.

“ True, we have never had an Indian at West
glint, yet there have been negro youths sent

ere.

“This is a free country, Red Butterfly; as an
Indian you certainly are an American, and can
claim your rights.”

“ No, Captain Benteen, I have no such ambi-
tion, and I would not accept a cadetship if it
was given me by the President, for I have other
views in life.

“Just now I have a certain duty to perform.
and that accomplished this wild life is at an end.
forever, I hope.

“ Permit me also to say that I am beyond the
age when a cadet can enter West Point, so I beg
of you do not, as I see is your intention, force
me to refuse your kindness.”

“ You do not seem so old, Red Butterfly, by a
couple of ears.”

“ I am t ough. sir; but now I have a report to
make to on, which I neglected in the necessity
of first te ling you of the intended attack of the
Sioux.”

“ Oh, yes, of your daring voyage, which they
told me you had started upon"

“ Yes, sir.”

“l supposed you had made no discovery and’
so come to the fort.”

“ No, sir, I did make a discovery and if vou
will send for Lieutenant Ames and Buffalo Bill,
I can explain to them the situation more fully,
they being with me on the river."

An orderly was at once dispatched for the
orderly and chief of scouts, and they soon put
in an :(ppearance at headquarters.

“ R Butterfly has a report to make which I
wish you to hear, Lieutenant Ames, and you
also, Cody,” said Captain Benteen.

“ I am very glad t at Red Butterfly is hereto

make a report, for I confess I never expected to .

see him again,” said Lieutenant Ames,while-
Buffalo Bill remarked:
“ I have felt all the while that he had some—

thing to tell about his voyage on a raft, as he.

has kept so quiet about it.

“ I have something to tell which will solve the.
' mystery.of the outlaws’ lost trail. and perhaps

be of considerable service to the Government,”
was Red Butterfly’s modest response.

CHAPTER XLIX.
A SURPRISE.

“ I ONLY wish to report. sir,” said Red But—-
terfly, in his innocently cool way, which noth-
ing disturbed, “ that I took a voyage on a log—
boat down the river, examining theshores close—
1y as I went alonIg.

“ From what discovered of the precipitous
banks on either side. here and there rising into
high clifl‘s, I know that no landing could have
been made by the outlaws between the two
fords, and no horses could have sWum that dis-
tance.

‘ ‘ I swept beyond the lower ford. and the river
seede there to be flowing through a canyon,
so wild and precipitous were the banks.

“ The current became more rapid, and yet it
seemed to rush to one side or the other, being
comparatively sluggish in its mpvemmts on the
opposiite . shore from where it was dashing

along.

“ I kept my boat in the swift current, and
was the more assured that the outlaws could not
have gone down the river even, or a stout raft,
with so is a force. ~

“ Towa sunset I sighted an island ahead,
heavily timbered.

“ The shores were rocky, and the river banks
on either side were so wild and rugged that it
seemed there was no approach to them.

“ I poled over to the island, caught at an over-
han ing limb, made my boat fast and landed.

" I found that the island was in the shape of a
V with the upper end up-stream. _

“The lower pnds formed a small. but quiet
harbor, sheltered by timber, and right in here I
discovered how it was that the outlaws had gone
to the river at the ford and had not crossed

over. .
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“ It was, sir.”
“ But how could they get it up-stream?”
“ It was a steamboat, sir.”

it might not be that they would use it again for
six months or more.
Then, too, Captain Benteen could not spare

“ Butterfly, are you sticking squarely to the l the men from the fort for any length of time, as

trail of facts?”

he well knew the danger of his position with all 1

“ Yes, sir, as I will guide the lieutenant there 1 of his force ready for duty.

to see it.

“ There is a sawmill engine aboard, a large , Red Butterfly lost no time in going to the tree ,‘

stern-wheel, two rudders, and it is a cross be-
tween a ilatboat and a canal—boat.

“It can carry a company of cavalry, I am
sure, and though doubtless slow, will go up
against that current.”

“ This is a remarkable discovery, indeed.”

“ Was there not a company that came here
to establish a sawmill, some years ago, sir?”

“ Yes, and the Indians drove them out.”

“ But they got out some lumber and built a
boat, did they not, sir?”

“ I did hear of that, but it was before I came
to this part of the border, Captain Benteen,”
said Buffalo Bill.

“ Well, that is the boat which the outlaws
have gotten hold of.

“ They evidently have a crew to work it, and
when they wish to raid up toward Miner’s
Roost they send the engineer and his men to
take it up the river, and retreating to it, of
course their trail is lost at the ford.

“They have an ingenious contrivance for
hauling a skiff ashore and back empty into the
little harbor, so leave the boat deserted.

“ But its furnaces Were still warm when I got
there, and I slept on board in the pilot-house,
all night, and the next da went ashore in the
skiff apd hauled it back y the ropes to its

8.

“Red Butterfly, you fairly amaze me,” said
Captain Benteen, while Lieutenant Amos re-
marked with a laugh:

“ I am glad he is not chief of the Sioux or he
would run every one of us out of the Indian
country.”

“My father was head chief of the Sioux
once’ was the proud response of the youth'
'but instantly his manner changed, he seem

to rifjgret his rather hasty remark, and said
quic y:

“ I elieve, Captain Benteen, that you can
brillilg’that beat up the river to the fort, if you

" If I wish? _Whfi certainly I wish it, Red
Butterfly, and I sha send a force at once with
you to make the attempt.”

“ Have we any one in the fort who can run an
engine, sir?" asked Lieutenant Amos.

Ahl that is an important consideration, as
“we may have to capture the outlaw crew before
we can move the boat.

“ Do you know of any one, Cody!”

“ Doctor Schufeldt, air, is posted upon every-
thin and I believe could do t.”

“ 9 very man, for I remember now he once
did run an engine on a beat. on the Up r Mit-
souri when the engineer was killed by ndians.

“ Orderly, ask Doctor Schufeldt to come to my
quarters.”

The assistant surgeon soon arrived, and hear-
ing lthe situation at once volunteered for the
wor .

Lieutenant Amos was also to go along with a
force, half of whOm were to return with the
horses of those who went on the boat, and Buf-
falo Bill and half a dozen men were also ordered
to 0 on the expedition.

t was then discovered that Night Hawk
George was an amateur engineer, and between
Doctor Schufeldt and the scout, Captain Benteen
felt sure of success, if the river permitted the
boat to 0 up to the fort.

Red utterfly offered his services as ilot,
havin already been down the river, an the
0 tion was soon made up and ready to start,
when Buffalo Bill asked the Indian youth if he
had followed the trail of the outlaws from the
spot where they had landed from the boat?

“ I went but a short distance, to see that they
had headed down toward Jumping Oi! City.

“Then it came on to rain, and as I knew I
could not get to the fort and return to the trail
for da s, when all traces would be washedaway,
I conc uded that it would be no use to go further
to see where the Buzzards would next roost.”

“ You were wise, Red Butterfly; but how did
the outlaws get ashore from the boat?” asked
Captain Benteen.

“ Went in the skid, sir, with their packs, and
swam their horses across to the mainland.”

“ Ah, at but now, Lieutenant Amos, get
away wit ail dispatch. ’ ,

That afternoon the expedition started.

 

- CHAPTER L.
THE NAVIGATORS.

n- was near sunset when the 0 tion of
navigators, under command of ieutenant
Amos, flled down a narrow canyon to the banks
of the river, and came out at a wooded rock
E25“ nearly opgosite the V-shaped island whic

Butterfly ad discovered.

The youth had suggested the placing of a force
upon the island to capture the outlaws, when
they should again come there to use the boat,
but after it was talked over it was decided that
perhaps only the boat’s crew would be sent, and

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The party went into camp in the timber, and

and searching for the ropes that manipulated
the skiff.

He found them as he had left them, and haul-
ing on one, soon had the skiff coming across the
river.

When it touched the shore, he ot in with
Lieutenant Ames, Surgeon Schufe dt, Buffalo
Bill and Night Hawk George, and they crossed
over to the island.

There was the steamboat, just as the Indian
youth had reported it.

Ungainly and deserted, still it was there, and
the surgeon and Night Hawk at once set to work
examining the engine and crude machinery.

The boat was taken back by Buffalo Bill for
more of the force, and by night all that were
coming over as crew were on the island.

On the mainland, Lieutenant Vane and the
soldiers who were to return to the fort were en-
camped, waiting to see the result of the adven-
ture.

Wood was cut for the furnaces, in addition to
what was found there, and steam was otten u ,
and all anxiously watched Surgeon chufel t
and Night Hawk Powell working with the en-

mes.
g “ I believe it is Noah’s Ark itself,” said Sur-
geon Schufeldt, after he had given a thorough
inspection.

‘ I never heard that Noah ever had a steam
en ‘ne, Schufeldt,” said Lieutenant Ames.

‘ It was the reporter’s mistake if he didn’t
mention the engine in the report, for this is the
identical ark, Amos,” was the reply of the doc-
tor as he persevered with his wor .

At last steam rose in the gauge to a thirt -
pound pressure, and with his hand upon t e
ever the doctor started the engine.

“ I think I’ll take a stroll to the other end of
the island until you come down, Schufeldt,” said
Lieutenant Amos.

“ Come down from where?” growled the doc-

r.

“ The skies, for that thingis going to blow you
all to the——”

“ No, it won’t blow us in that direction,”
laughed the doctor, and just then, in spite of the
lieutenant’s prediction, the heavy wheel be an
to turn and churn the water with a force t t
sent her bow hard against the shore.

“ Take care, Schufeldt, you are pushing the
island up—streaml

“ Stop her! back her! let go our anchors, or
we’ll have the island up at the ort soon,” shout-
ed the gay youn lieutenant.

But all cheers , for the engines worked with-
out a flaw.

Then the successful crew had their supper and
retired for the night.

But bri ht and early the next morning all
were up, reakfast quickly gotten rid of, fires
were started in the furnaces, and the engineers
went to work with two soldiers as firemen.

Red Butterfly t00k his stand at the wheel and
had a smile of confidence upon his fine face.

“ You are sure you can steer the old razzle-
dazzle, Butterfly?” said Lieutenant Ames as he
took his stand near him.

“ Oh, yes, sir for I have often steered a
steam-yacht, and Doctor Schufeldt can help me
with the engines, and Texas Jack has been a.
helmsman aboard ship he says, so we will go
through all right.”

Just then Texas Jack came to lend his aid at
the wheel, Lieutenant Ames ordered the skid!
hauled on deck, and this done, the lines to be
cast loose.

The boat slowly drifted back with the current
out of the little harbor until she was below the

island.

All anxiously waited the critical moment,
every eye upon the Indian youth at the wheel,
now servingas ilot.

He gave the 11 a pull to go ahead slowly,
and the engines to mov , gaff, Buff, went
the steam-pipes an the hugepad le-w eelastern

b to turn. 01)
it length its force unteracted the force of
the current; all held their breath in silent ex-

pectation; another jingle of the bell, and the 1
wheel turned more rapidly, and a cheer broke ,3

forth from the daring crew and the soldiers
anxiously watchin ashore as Lieutenant Amos,
torturing the wor s of “ My Maryland” to suit
the occasion, shouted:
“ She breathes! she burnsl she goes! she goes!
Razzle-Dazzle, my Razzle~Dazzle l"
The whoop of trium h from the crew was
echoed by Lieutenant ans and his men, and
they watched the boat until she moved out for
the island, and heading up the river, slowly
seed on out of sight, so very slowly, yet sure-

y.
“ Now to beat them to the fort,” cried Lieu-
tenant Vane.
“ If that divil’s ark is iver sfther gettin
there, sur," said Ber cant O’Toole. with an -
omened shake of the sad.

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CHAPTER LI.
THE RED RIDER or THE OVERLAND.

TUE command under Lieutenant Vane lost no
time on the march, and arrived at Fort Venture
the morning after their breaking camp on the
river—bank, where they had hidden farewell to
what Lieugenant Ames had christened the
Razzle-Dazzle. .

They gave a shout when they learned that
they had beaten the boat, but then anxiety took
the place of triumph, for they remembered the
many obstacles they would have to surmount
who had ventured to bring the steamboat up to
the fort.

A sunken rock, the breaking of the machinery,
getting into a too—swift current, all might cause
the wreck of the boat and sudden death of all on
board.

Then the Indians might pick off the crew
from the shore, if not too much alarmed at the
contraption to fire upon it.

Again, the river might not be navigable all
the way up to the fort, and the heat would have
to be deserted.

All these dangers and obstacles began to
cause anxiety for the daring crew, added to
which, engineers, firemen, pilot and captain
were but amateurs in the business of running a
steamboat.

A lookout was kept constantly on the watch
down the river for some sign of smoke to denote
the coming of the bold navigators of an unknown
river in a craft equally as known, certainly a
nondescript.

But;1 the day passed away and no smoke ap-

r .

“ If she does not sh0w up to-morrow mornin
I will send a force down the river-bank to 100
her up,” Captain Benteen said.

Then he added:

“ There are Amos, Doctor Schufeldt my Indian
youth, Bufl'alo Bill, Night Hawk, Texas Jack
and a dozen others who aretoo valuable to 10%
What is it, orderly?”

“ A light reported far down the river, sir.”

The captain seized his hat and hastened with
his adjutant to a point of observation on the
river-bank.

There had already assembled a large crowd,
and all eyes were turned upon a light visible far
down the river, visible only from the summit
of the hill upon which the fort was situated.

“ Light flres along the bank, men,” called out
the captain and the soldiers hastened to obey.

There had been a wharf built that day, down
at the river’s edge, and all preparations made to
receive the boat.

The light below grew brighter and brighter,
larger and larger, and when suddenly two fur-
nace-doors flow 0 n for the firemen to throw in
wood, a wild ye went u from the soldiers as
the outlines of the non eacript craft were re—
vealed.

“ Adjutant, we must give her a salute with
the guns,” and the artillery was hastily brought
to the bank and loaded.

Nearer and nearer came the boat, slowly but
surely stemming the stream and heading straight
for the fires that showed her pilot where to
land.

“ She’s a dandy,” said one.

“ She breaks my heart to gaze upon her beau
and to feel she is not all mine own,” a young 0 —
flcer said.

“It is Noah’s Ark.”

“ It’s a what—is-it.”

“ Is she moving?” '

“ She’s making a mile an hour at least.”

Then a youth, who was the son of the captain
of infantry, chanted:

“ The butterfl he hab de golden wing.
The hornet e hab de fiery sting,
The bed-bug he hab none,

But he get dere all de same.”

A shout of laughter greeted this compliment
to the steamboat, and then came the command
of Captain Benteen to fire the salute.

The guns belched forth their hoarse welcome
until thirteen shots had been fired, and just then
a cheer came lfrom til); boat, whose prow was
headed in for t e wha .

“The Indian’s at the wheel ” cried the adju-
tant, as the flrelights revealed Bed Butterfly as
pilot, with Lieutenant Amos standing on one
side, and the tall form of Buffalo Bill upon the
other.

There were soldier flremen at the furnaces,
the others on board being grouped forward on
the bows.

Every eye Was turned with interest upon the
strange craft. and all felt that a great triumph
had been made in getting her to the fort.

The lines were cast of! and made fast, the fur-
nace doors thrown open for the fires to cool off,
the steam-valve o nod and the crew sfirun‘g
ashore, Surgeon hufeldt and Night aw
smoke-begrimed and worn out. .

Captain Benteen met all at the landing, and
had a warm grasp of the hand for one one,
while he said:

“ I congratulate you, Lieutenant Amos, upon
your success.”

“ You do wrong, Captain Benteen, for I have
been simpl a lfigurehead for the heroes are Red
Butterfly, h eldt, Night Hawk, and the fire- .
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“ We made the run successfully, but tied up at
night, and had to stop and cut wood, while we
struck several places where it was nip and tuck
whether the current or steam would triumph.

“ In one place we were just two hours going
half a mile, but here we are, sir, and the Razzle—
Dazzle got here all the same.

“ But Captain Benteen, that Indian boy has
the coolest nerve I ever saw, for he never lost
his grip no matter what the danger, and he is to
me a wonder, a greater mystery than ever.”

“ I only wish I could keep him from his fool-
hardy resolve to go as Pony Rider.”

“ 0, sir, his mind is made up on that point,
and I really believe he has some secret motive
for taking the risk.”

“ I am sure of it; but here he comes,” and
Captain Benteen again congratulated Red But-
terfl upon his success.

“ could have done nothing, sir, had it not
been for Doctor Schufeldt and Night liawk; but
won’t Quantrel and his men be surprised when
they find their steamboat gone, sir ?”

fl “”I would like to see their faces, Red Butter—

“ If they only go upon another raid up to
Miner’s Roost, they could be pushed hard to the
river, their usual way of retreat, and flndin
their crew had no boat there to meet them, an
soldiers across the ford to check them, with a
force in their rear I think they could all be
taken, sir.”

“ Red Butterfly, I would give a year’s
get them in that situation,” earnestly sai
tain Benteen.

“It may be, sir, that it can be arranged, and
as I wish to start on my Pony Rider run to-mor-
row, sir, I will try and see if we can entrap the
outlaws in pome way, by a bait to carry them
up to Miner s Roost.

“ You still stick to the idea of riding Pony
Express?”~

“ Oh, yes, sir, certainly.”

“ I am sorry to hear it.”

“ 0 through, sir, never fear.

“ ave my horses and outfit at Jumping Oi!
City and wi 1 go there with Sunset Sam.

“ Then Iwill report to the company’s agent
there, sir, and be ready to come through with
all speed, for I have splendid horses, and the two
I ca tured from the outlaws are good ones.”

“. see that you are determined, Red Butter-
fly, to ride.”

av to
Cap-

“ Yes, sir, if I could not go as military courier 4

I would report to the Overland company for
mail-carrier between Jumping Oi! City and
Hard Times.”

“ In that case, I can an no more to c you
against it, and your no will be ready or you
to-ni ht, for you to save at dawn.”

“ ank you, sir,” and Red Butterfly saluted
polite y.

The next morning, mounted upon the horse he
had captured from Quantrel’s corral, he flew
out of t e fort on his perilous run as a rider of
the Overland.

CHAPTER LII.
SUNSET SAM LEARNS A SECRET.

THERE was not a man at the fort who knew
better than did Red Butterfly the great danger
he ran in riding the Overlan .

The mail-couriers who went through from the
fort to Miner’s Roost, before the coaches ran to
Hard Times, were the very men the outlaws
were accustomed to pick off.

They always looked upon them as carrying
important papers and money, and those who
“ held them up ” were not wont to show them
the mercy which the Red Buzzards generally
exhibited toward the drivers of the Overland
coaches.

It was seldom that a halt was called by voice,
for the crack of a rifle and a bullet through the
brain and heart was the manner of bringing a,
military courier to a stop.

Robbed, his pouch taken, his horse led away,
and the body left where it had fallen, was the
way the army riders were treated by those who
lay in wait for them.

And thus had fallen twelve good men and
brave, shot down from ambush, smco Fort Ven-
ture had been established, and it was no wonder
that there was a terrible dread of gomg as rider
along a trail so fatal.

A this did Red Butterfly know when he
asked for the position of rider of the Overland.

Nothing could turn him from his Burgess,
and the next morning he had come to t e lam
of the fort, ready for his ride.

It was early, but many of the people were up
to see him start, and he come out of his quarters

look‘ fresh and confident.
Ho wed 150 311086 Who greeted him threw
the uches over the saddle, strapped 3 em on

and eaped upon his horse, which was anxious
for the trail.

With a wave of the hand he dashed away,
and an ofllcer watching him from the lookout,
and holding his watch to time him, said:

“ He has disa peared, making the three miles
to the ridge in ust thirteen minutes.”

On his way sped the youth, slacking his speed
as soon as he got out of sight of the fort, and
brifiiging his horse down to a steady, sweeping
ga op.

 

Five miles had been passed over, when sud—
denly he branched oil? from the trail, turned
gown a canyon and went skurrying along as be—

ore. _,

“If they wait for me on a trail, they must
know which one I am going to take,” he mut~
tered to himself, in a grim sort of way.

“I know this country too well to take the
same trail twice, and I do not intend to be shot
from ambush.”

He held on at the same pace, sparing his horse
only up and down hill, when he would spring to
the ground and walk.

When he came to very rough ground he did
the same, and so his horse was greatly aided in
his hard run.

On, on he went until he a ain wheeled into
the trail as the first cabin of ard Times came
into view.

Like an arrow he flew past the camps up to
the Hard Times Hotel, where Sunset Sam’s
coach stood ready for the road.

He was reeted with a yell by the crowd, who
recogniz the new Pony Rider, the Indian
who had dared face the dangers of the fatal
trails.

“ Bravo for Number Thirteen!

“The Red Rider of the Overlandi” cried the
landlord of the hotel, while Sunset Sam called
out:

“ And on time to the minute, pard.

“ Has yer been shot at i”

“Oh no; but i go through with you on the
coach this time, Sam, for I wish to get a horse
it: Miner’s Roost and have him ready for my re-

rn.

“Right you are, pard, so mount the box, and
we go it alone, as ther Buzzards has soared all
traval off the trail.”

The young Indian took his pouchesand sprung
up to the box, followed by Sunset Sam, and the
horses. went off, while the crowd cheered the
daring driver and Pony Rider.

They had ridden along a few miles, convers-
ingd upon ordinary topics, when Red Butterfly
3,, .

“ See here, Sam, I believe I can trust you.”

“Waal, if er don’t, ther walkin’ is good, and
this box hain t no place fer yer, pard."

" I’ll ride I think, as I am going to trust you
with a secret, Sam.’

“ It's safe, for I hain’t no woman.”

“ Well, you must keep dark and stand ready
to help me out and I’ll be on hand when you
need a friend.” '

“ You’ve got thar already, pard, and ef I kin
do anything to return ther kindness, just call
me and I’ll respond to yer play.”

“ Well, Sam, I came out here for a purpose, I
came for revenge, and my game is Kit Quantrel
and his band.

“.I am riding Pony Express only to learn all
I can about the ways of the Red Buzzards, to
discover their spies at the stations and mining-
camps and to so get a web about them that
when I spring my trap they cannot escape.”

“ I see, I see, and you’re ther dandy ter do it
youn pard, and I’m with yer heart and hand.’

“I eel that, and I wish to at another good

ard or two, one at Miner’s cost and one at
um in Oil? City.”

“ ar , yer don’t know who ter trust, and ye’ll

hev ter go mighty slow, fer ther man yer tackle ~

might be ther spy himself.”

" Very true.’

“But my idea is thet thet Fightin’ Parson
are yer man, fer between you and me I think he
is on to ther same leetle game as you be.”

“ Thank you—the parson is my man," said
Red Butterfly earnestly, as though influenced
with what Sunset Sam had said.

 

CHAPTER LIII.
ran PARSON IN PIRIL.

Tan: coach ran into Miner’s Roost on time,
and was greeted b its usual crowd, though it
was on the up run hat it received the greatest
welcome.

Sunset Sam had told Red Butterfly that he
would give him am le time to get a horse and
he bargained with erry Thomas, the landlord,
foran animal he owned and which the driver
knTelv: all about.

0 money was paid cash, and Jerry was told
to havehim ready for the up-run of the Pony
lRider, vylho would return on horseback and not

y coco .
“Whar’s ther Fightin’ Parson Jerry?” asked
Signet Barn as he went out to mdunt his box.

I hav n t seen him for a couple of dayS, '0 I
guess hes ofl! trailing up sinners somewhere,”
wassotlti: answer.

9 coach rolled unae

Sam and Red Butterfl in it: a‘lghyerith s t
Travel was indeed I gh on that branch of the
glveegtilllllgfittilig :3: concremht iiiever. went out that
the dam of the ver. c to being held up, and
As the coach wound around a spur of the
mountain the eyes of Red Butterfl suddenly
Km of Sun-

fell gapon a scene that escaped the via
m.

He made no sign, uttered no word, until the

the bond, and than said

coach had rounded
quickly :

 

“ Keep on until out of hearing, Sam, and there
wait for me.

“ There’s trouble back yonder.”

Before Sunset Sum could utter a word he had
leaped to the ground and bounded into the tim—

er.
“ What on ’arth are up now, and what has he

en!

“ Waal, I’ll do as he tells me if I break a
trace,” and the coach continued on its way, the
creaking of the brake against the wheel filling
the air with a discordant sound.

Up the steep hillside went the Indian with
quick, noiseless step and soon came to a huge
bowlder. ‘

He heard voices and crept along more cautious-
ly, to the next moment appear upon the scene
that had attracted his attention.

The nature of the ground had prevented the .
approach of the coach from being heard by
three men over among the rocks of! the tra' ,
and they had just time to crouch down and let
it go by while they remained hidden.

Two of the men thus crouching held a revol-
ver each at the head of the third man, who was
bound hands and feet, and ordered him to keep
silent under pain of instant death.

The keen eyes of the Indian youth had taken
in the situation and yet had not appeared to see,
for he uttered no word and the coach rolled on.

Once it was passed, the two men gave a sigh
of relief.

“ It were a close call, Ross,” said one.

"‘IWaal, too close fer me tcr wish ter risk it
a in.

“ I almost the ht that red-skin on ther box
seen us, but he (11 "’t.”

“No or he’d ’a’ shouted.

“Bu let us git.”

“And what are you to do with me?” said the
man who was bound hands and feet.

“ Take yer to ther chief, fer he sent us for yer
specially. ’ .

“ I am in your power, so do as you please,”
was the cool reply of the prisoner.

“ Waal, git up now and we’ll untie yer legs so
you kin walk, for we hain’t no idea 0' ’
yer.

“Our horses are over the ridge yonder, and
yours we tuk back in ther bushes out o’ sight,
and well for us it were that we did do so."

“You are of course Red Buzzards!” said the
prisoner.

“ We is jist them birds, pard.”

“ And therefore you love gold!"

“ Waal, we does.”

“ I will ay you well to let me go.”

“ Ther c 'ef would kill us.”

“ He would not know it.”

“ Waal, now, you don’t know him if yer says
so for he may hev his eyes onto us at this blessed
m nuts.”

“ What does he want with me?”

“ To kill you of course, for he don’t show no
mercy, except to one man, and he keeps him to

d out a secret he knows.”

“ You refer to the man he kidnapped from
Miner’s Roost?”

“ Thet same; but we must git, for we don’t
want to run no more risks like that stage-coach
a-running upon us as it did.

“ Come, follow us.”

“ Hands up ! I have you covered 1”

The words rung out in a tone that meant all
that was said.

The speaker had seemed to drop from the
clouds right down before the group of three
men, for he had lea from the top of the rock.

In each hand be old a revolvar, and each of
the two outlaws was covered, the weapons were
cooked, the forefinger of right and left hands on
the triggers.

There was nothing to do but obey, f or the
Weapons of the road-agents had been returned
to their belts.

They were fairly caught, and they did not
like the deadly glitter in the eyes that seemed to
look each one in the face.

So their hands went up, and then came the
Order:

“ Right about face!”

They obeyed.

Step ing up behind them the Red Butterfly
took t oir revolvers from their belts with one
bald, while he held them covered with the
0 er.

" Dawn on your faces, both of you.

“ Quick l”
The outlaws obe ed.
“ Now, parson, can antic that lariat with

one hand and still'koep those fellows covered.”

This he did, and then said:

" Now please take the same lariat and bind
those two men together, hands and feet, and the
other hands behind them, leavin one leg free
so they can march and keep ste Side h Side.”

The parson, for he it was w 0 had 11 the
o tlaws’ prisoner, silently obeyed, and he did

work well.

“Now if you will get the horses,
come on down the trail, you will fin
there, waiting.

“ I will march these gentlemen to the coach.”

The person walked up into the timber, while
the Red Butterfly ordered the two outlaws to
numb and started them down the trail.

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the coach

 

 

 
   
 

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Red Butterfly.

 

 

“ What yer goiu’ ter do with us, young Inj un
gent?” asked one of the risoners.

“ Kill you,” was the aconic response.

Just as Sunset Sam began to get anxious at
the long stay of his Indian pard, Red Butterfly
came in sight, and before him marched his two
prisoners, the left hand of one bound to the
right of the other, and the same as regarded
their feet, while the other hands were drawn be-
hind them and tightly secured, the outer leg of
each alone being free.

CHAPTER LIV.
PARDS FOR L'irn.

“WAAL, what in ther mischief has yer got
thar, Pard Butterfly?” cried Sunset Sam, as he
saw the young Indian and his prisoners coming
' down the trai .

“ Two Red Birds I bagged up the hill, just
now, Sam.”

“Waal, it do look so; but if they is really
honorary Red Buzzards. jist let me kill ’em if
you lease.” ,

“ ertainly.”

“ Don't yer think it would be a waste 0’ pow-
der, ard, ter shoot ’em 1" said Sam, putting his
revo ver back in its holster.

“ Yes, rope is cheaper.”

“ Thet’s so; I’ll hang ’em, arter givin‘ ’em a
free ride at ther comp’ny’s expense to J umping
Off City.”

“ Yes; I was going to ask you to give them a
seat in the coac .”

“ Won't they git away 7”

“,Not when I tie them well; but here comes
the arson.”

“ her parson?”

“ Yes.’

“ Waal, of it hain't him, jist call me a dog.”

The parson came riding down the trail, mount-
edupon his own horse and leading the two he
longing to the outlaws.

“ Well, Brother Sam, how are you?”

“ Middlin’ happy. Gospil Sharp, seein’ as my
red Eard here hev jist tuk in some game.”

“ ” 6 just saved my life, for they meant to kill
me.

“ Kill you, arson i"

“ Yes, Brot er Sunset; they lariated me as I
was goin along the trail, and, my horse leaping
ahead, I all heavily and was stunned; so they
had me bound when I came to my senses.

“ They were sent to capture me by their chief,
Quantrel, they told me, and his purpose was to
kill me; so, my young friend, you have saved
me from death, and from this day we are pards
for life. ”

And the parson grasped the hand of Red But-
terfly most warmly, while one of the outlaws
called out:

“ It hain’t sol we hain’t no outlaws, and don’t
knodw nothin’ about Quantrel and the Red Buz-
zar s.

“ het galoot fell from his horse and got hurt,
and we picked him up and—” ‘

“ Ah shet up, yer howliu’coyotesl and, But-
terfly, ist s’arch em and see at they hain’t got
ther red masks along,” said Sunset Sam.

“ No, I will not search them.”

And the Indian drew back.

“ I will; for the Scriptures say—

" ‘ Search and ye shall find.’”

And, with this, the parson did search the two
prisoners, and upon each one was found the red
mask of the outlaw band.

“ Put ’em in ther hearse, parson, and I’ll give
’em their last ride ’fore they has a rope-dance in
Jum ing-Off City.

“ ou’t yer go along, parson, on my in-
vite?”

“ No, thank you, Brother Sam; I must return
to Miner’s Roost ” said the parson.

And, as he held out his hand to Red Butterfly,
he continued:

“ I wish to see you on your return, my
friend.”

“ I’ll stop on my trip up, sir, for the hurry is
only on the down run to cotch the main line
coaches.”

The prisoners had been aided into the coach
b the parson, their horses were unsaddled and
h tched behind, the saddles thrown on to , and
then Red Butterfly mounted again with Sunset
Sam and the coach rolled on, while the man who
had just escaped death from the pluck of the
Indian youth rode slowly on his way toward
Miner’s Roost.

There were two stations on the trail to J ump—
ing Of! City where Sunset Sam had a relay of
horses, one at a small mining-camp, and the
other at a stage halting-place where there dwalt
only a stock-tender.

At the first of these the outlaws’ horses were
left by Red Butterfly, and the prisoners carried

on.

“ They are both good animals, Sam, and they
will serve. me instead of my own at Jumping OR
City, givmg me one of those as an extra at
Miners Roost, where I will need another more
than anywhere else,” said the Indian rider.

“You is right, and two horses at each relay
for du won’t be any too many, as you will have
ter oof it retty peert, and give ’em all ther
work they u do,” responded Sam.

It was on the very minute of time that Sam

 

drove up to the Free and Easy Inn at Jumping
Of! City, and was received with a hoop-la by the
crowd.

The Indian youth was at once recognized by
the landlord, with whom he had stop for a
few days, and who had his horses an traps in
heaping for him.

hen Sunset Sam hauled his prisoners out of
the coach with no gentle hand, the crowd look-
ed on and wondered.

“ Who is they Sam i” asked one.

“ Waal, pards, they is two Red Buzzards thet
peert Inj un pard o’ mine (picked up on ther road,
Jist as tney hed capture a parson, ther Fight-
ing Parson o’ Miner’s Roost, and meant ter take
him to their chief ter hang, for he sent 'em arter
him.

“ Yer has judges and juries here ter sell, so
I tarns ’em over fer trial and tells yer that they
is both guilty and deserves hangin’, while ef
rope is high here, I kin lend yer some.

“ Who takes ’eml”

A perfect howl went up from the crowd and
a rush was made for the prisoners, for the
miners of Jumping Ofl‘ City had all suffered
from the robberies of Quantrel and his band.

Half an hour after, when Red Butterfly came
inérom having a look at his horses, Sunset Sam
sai :

“ It’s did, pard.”

“ What, Sam?"

“ They is tryin’ ’em now.”

” Of course they are guilty.”

“ Oh, ther crowd know’d thet, so hanged ’em
fu’st. but is tryin’ ’em now ter hev things ac-
cordin’ ter law.”

CHAPTER LV.
ALLIES IN SECRET.

THE East and West-bound coaches of the
Overland were due soon after Sunset Sam’s ar-
rival from the branch trail.

When they drove into Jumping Ofl.’ City, the
passengers going west were startled by behold-
1ng two forms swinging in midair before the
hotel, and learned that they were outlaws cap-
tured by an Indian Pony Rider of the Overland.

The passengers on the coach going east were
also somewhat horrified at’the sight, but they
had come through a country where scenes of
bloodshed and tragedies were of daily occurrence
and the edge of their horror at such sights ha
been taken ofl’.

When Sunset Sam started on his return run,
Red Butte! fly was ready with his mail—pouches,
and, having seen the manager of the Pony Ex-
press, had been engaged by him on the branch-
line up to Hard Times, with theprivilege of do-
in the duty as military courier from there on
to ort Venture.

Behind the coach trotted Red Butterfly ’s three
horses, and he had his traps aboard, intending to
make Fort Venture his home quarters. as Cap-
tain Benteen and Buffalo Bill had strongly urged
him to do so.

The horses were stationed along the trail as
Red Butterfly deemed best, and he knew that on
the next run he would not enjoy Sunset Sam's
company, but have to go through flying on
horseback and taking all chances alone.

When the coach arrived at Miner’s Roost,
Sunset Sam told his story of the hanging of the
two outlaws, the arson having alread made
known all about his capture and his daring res-
cue by Red Butterfly, so that the red-skin rider
got a rousing welcome from the miners.

Just as the coach was ready to start, the par~
son appeared and said he was going as passen-
ger up to Hard Times, and leavong hi4 horse to
follow behind the coach, which he did as faith-
fully as a dog would have done, he got into the
stage.

After leaving the camps behind, he called out
to Red Butterfly to get inside also, which the
rider did.

“ Now, my young friend, I have something to
say to you of importance,” said the parson.

‘I know that you are beset with manifold
dangers, and I am sure you came out to this
wild land from a deeper motive than to ride
Pon Express.

“ on are a Sioux, and yet are not the friend
of your people, or they at least are not your
friends.

“ I know your people well, I speak your lan-
guage, and I feel that there is some barrier that

ivides you from them and made you content to
go with the pale-races.

“ You went East and have received an educa-
tion, you are refined and of a noble nature, and
iyl'ou are casting all that you have learned he-

ind you to come here and risk life in some wild
venture, and which I believe revenge is at the
bottom of.

“ Am I not right?”

“You are, sir.”

“ My observation,” continued the On.
“ causes me to believe that the ob ects of
your enmity are the outlaws of Quantrel.”

“ Again you are right.”

“ Now your daring and successful playing of
the Phantom StaaeCoach I .witnessed, for I
was on the trail that night, and yours is the
credit for it, I know, anal it told me that you
aimed at Quautrel and his men.

‘9 Now I wished to say to you that I owe you

 

 

my life, for I was caught napping and you
saved me from what would have ended in my
death, if I could not have escaped by my own
exertions.

“ Trusting you, 1 will tell you that I am play-
ing a part, too.”

“ Playing a part sir?”

“Yes, I am play ng a ame to win, and my
adversaries are the Red uzzards.

“ I am on their track. and shall never leave
them until they kill me or I trail them down.”

“Iam with you, then, sir, heart and hand,
ves, and life if need be,” fervently said Red.
Butterfly.

“ I felt that, and I therefore speak as I do.

“ Now I gave chase alone to Quantrel when
he ran off with Sam’s coach, for I hoped to
catch him then; but I failed.

“ I took his unfortunate victim to my home
and cared for him.”

“ Daniel Darwin?”

“ Yes, poor fellow, I did all I could to save
him, and though he lived his reason left him.

“ And, crazed as he was, Quantrel came to
my cabin, killed one whom I left there as nurse
for the wounded man, and bore him away.

“ I have vowed to rescue poor Darwin, and.
avenge him.”

“And I will make the same vow,” said the
Indian youth, in a voice that almost startled the
parson, so full was it of hate.

But he said quickly:

“ Then we will keep our VOW, for together we
can do much, though no one other than Sunset
Sam must know that we are allies.”

“ I understand, sir.”

“ I will give you my signals, my plans to
leave a slip of paper with news, whether from
you to me, or from me to you.

“ Sam also must know some of our plans, and
between the three of us, we can lay our traps,
and spring them at the proper time.

“ If you need aid when you are near the fort,
seek Buffalo Bill and any of his men, for they
are ti us as steel.”

“ I well know that, sir.”

“I will continue my still hunt, you do all you.
can. and will yet get our grip upon the throats
of Quantrel and his men.

“ Here are all signals and a map, with direc—
tions, and study it out at your leisure, then de-
strov it.

“ When Sunset Sam returns to Miner’s Roost,
I will explain all that is necessary for him to
know, to aid us in our plans, and from time to
time we will secretly meet upon the trails, for
this aper will tell you how to find me.

a “ 0 we understand each other now, Red
Butterfly?”

“ I am sure that we do, sir. and some day you
shall know me better.”

“Then I will leave you here, for I do not care
to go into Hard Times in the coach.”

A halt was called, and after a short talk with
Sunset Sam the parson mounted his horse and
branched eff of the trail, while the coach pulled
on for Hard Times, with Red Butterfly again
riding upon the box.

The moment the coach reached Hard Times,
the red rider mounth his horse and sped away
on the trail for Fort Venture.

CHAPTER LVI.
a CBARMED LIFE.

“ THERE comes the Red Butterfly!”

The cry came from Lieutenant Vane at the
fort, as he stood on the watch-tower gazing out
over the plains, and beheld a horseman dash in-
to sight.

On he came like the wind, straight as an ar-
row for the fort, his horse stretched out at his
greatest speed.

The cry of the officer had been heard by many
and the news s read like wildfire:

“ The Pony ider was not killed, for he is
coming.”

On, on he swept, and when he-dashed into the
stockade gate, officers, scouts and soldiers were
there to receive him, and wild were the hurrahs
that rung out for him.

He waved his hat in recognition. swept on to
the Plaza, drew rein suddenly in front of the
adjutant’s oflice, and handing to him the leather
pouches said politely: _ a,

“ I have to report my arrival, sir.

“ And i have to congratulate you upon your
safety, Red Butterfly,” said the'adjutant, just

Ca tain Benteen came in and said:

“ ell, Butterfly, I am offering big odds that
you will never be killed by bullet.

“ Did you see any outlaws on the trip!”

“ I was so lucky, air, as to bag two Red Birds
who had the parson in their claws,” and Red
Butterfly told the story in his modest way.

“ And the prisoners?”

“ Sunset Sam ave them a free ride to J ump-
ing Ol‘l' City, and8 the crowd hanged them first
and tried them afterward.”

" Yes, and many a guilt wretch would ' get
his deserts if our courts id the same thing,
though I suppose the innocent w<uld suffer too,”
said the adjutant. .

After several days’ rest, the Red Rider a am
left the fort on his ride, and, as before, d god
the trhils where he deemed danger was lurking,
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vchangi his horse, with a wave of the hand to
Sunset am, who was just pulling out, went
tearing along the trail to Miner’s Roost.

He was on time to the second at Overland
Lodge, and on a fresh horse raced down the
mountain toward Jumping Off City.

His two relays were made promptly, and he
dashed up to the door of the company’s office in
that delectable place “just on time,” and the
agent so put him down on the books.

As he was on his run up he met Sunset Sam
and drew rein for a word with him, the two
holding a whispered conference, as there were
two passengers in the coach.

Riding through Death Canyon. be halted at
the marble cross placed there in memory of the
stage-conch tragedy, as has been told, and push-
ing away the leaves, found a small tin box.

“ No letter this time from the person,” he
said, as be replaced it as it was before, and,
mounting his horse, sped on once more at the
same rapid ace.

Through iIi‘ner’s Roost, again through Hard
Times, and once more on the fatal trail for Fort
Venture he flew.

Suddenly, when but a few miles from the fort,
he drew rein.

The rattle of revolvers reached his ears off to
the left, and \\ hailing his horse across some
meadow-land he dashed in that direction.

()vera hill he went, right upon an unequal
duel of one man fighting three.

The one man was at bay behind a group of
rocks, and his horse lay dead near by.

The three men had als ) taken shelter behind
b0wlders, and Red, Butterfly noted in a glance
that a fourth man lay dead behind his barrier,
while one ( f the three seemed wounded.

He came in their rear, and the first they knew
of his coming, for~ they heard no hoof-falls on
the soft ground, was a Slut that laid one Jew.

The other sprung 1') his feet and fired, but Red
Butterfly lii ml at the same time.

The outlaw’s shot pii‘l‘ced the head of the Red
Rider’s horse and killed him, but Butterfly,
nimble as a cat, lighted on his feet, and the shot
he fired brought down his man, just as the one
who had been at bay fighting odds rushed upon
the other and called out:

“ Hands up!”

“ Ho, Mr. Cody, you were having a picnic all
to yourSelt', I see.”

“ Yes, and you saved it from being a picnic
for those fellows, Red Butterfly.

“I came to patrol the trail for you and ran

- upon their ambush, which they had placed for

the Red Rider.”

“ l'll send you help from the fort—good-by,”
and having quickly transferred his saddle and
bridle from his dead horse to one of the outlaws’
horses, staked out a short distance 03', the Red
Rider dashed on as before.

,But when he repovted Buffalo Bill in need of
aid on the trail, and a force was sent to his re-
lief with all speed, the Red Rider went with it

as guide.

With plenty of time to spare, Buffalo Bill had
mastered the situation ver readily after the de-
part re of the Red Butter y.

Two of the outlaws were dead and two were
wounded and the latter the chief of scouts
looked to first, very humanely caring for their
wounds as best he could.

Then he secured them so that escape was im-
possible and brought up the three horses beloug~
ingto them when he removed his saddle and
bridle from is own dead steed and placed it on
one of the three animals he had led to the spot,
Red R er having gone off on the fourth.

The two prisoners were then placed on one
horse, the two bodies on another, and Buffalo
Bill was just mounting to leave the scene which
had so nearly proven fatal to him, when the
Red Rider dashed up with a party of cavalry
that had come to his relief, and the soldiers
learned from the scout that he owed his escape
to the Indian youth, for the modesty of Butter-
fly had not allowed him to say as much.

“ And that boy bears a charmed 1il‘e,”added
Buffalo Bill, and in this all agreed with him,
the belief gaining ground with each. ride the
daring young Indian made oVer the trail so fatal
to so many others.

CHAPTER LVII.
A STRANGER Visirs MINER’S BOOST.

Tm: Overland Lodge saloon was in full blast
when a stranger, who had arrived in Miner’s
Roost just alter sunset, entered and looked
around him with the interest of one who was in
a strange place.

He was well dressed. for the mines at least,
wore good boots and a black slouch hat, and had
the air of one who was satisfied with himself
and the world in general.

He had a leard some weeks (-ld that gave him
rather a grizzly look, though he was fine-featured
and ap. cared to be well—to-do.

His slouch hat was drawri down well over his
eyes. and he wore spectacles, as though near-
si hted. ' n

t was not very long before he had an inv1ta-
tion to play, for there were miner sharpers on
the lookout for any one whom they thought they
could fleece.

If they could beat them at a game of cards it

 

was an easier way of making money than by
gold-digging, unless they had an uncommonly
rich mine, and if the games went against the
shar rs then they could draw out.

“ er is a stranger in these parts, pard, I' take
it,” said Nat Sykes, whose wound, given him by
the Pistol Parson, had healed, and who, with his
inseparable pard,'Lasso Dave, had taken in the
stranger at a glance and decided to “ try him
on.

“ Yes, I never was here before, sir,” said the
stranger politely.

“ Didn t come with Sunset Sam?”

“ Beg pardon, who is that?”

“ The stage-driver of the Overland.

“ Don’t you know Sunset Sam?"

“ I haven't that honor.”

“ Then you didn’t come by stage?”

“ No, I came along the stage-trail, on horse-
back.”

“I see; putting up at the Overland Lodge I
take it?”

” Yes."

“ Toni-and-Jerry feeds well.”

“ I had an excellent supper.”

“ Gain’ ter stay some time?”

“ I do not know, for I rm prospecting a little
about here.”

“ .l t’s lucky the Red Buzzards didn’t catch
you.”

" Do you mean a lmnl of outlaws I have heard
called by that name I"

1“ Sure.”

“ No; 1 saw no one on the trail.”

“ Maybe you play a leetle?”

“ Yes, some:iines.”

“Me and my pard, here—what’s your name,
strangch

“ Frank Courtney. sir.”

“That sounds as fine as a novel name; but let
meinterdooce my pard, Lasso Dave, one o’ ther
squarest white men that ever drew trigger.”

’l‘ne stranger shook hands cordially with Lasso
Dave, and then Nat Sykes proposed “ a leetle
gainojist ter kill time.”

The stranger was agreeable, a table was
found, and the three sat down, Lassa Dave call-
in;_r another “ part ” to join them.

Somehow the stranger handled cards most
deftly.

He won game after game, and his adversaries
grew uneasy, until a man came up and whis-
pered something to Nat Sykes.

Nut whispered to Lasso Dave, who in turn
passed the whisper to his comrade. but the
stranger was not let into the little secret, and
he knew that he was the object of their com-
ments.

Suddenly. the man who had just spoken to
Nat Sykes called out:

“Pards all, I says that fine bird thar are a
Red Buzzard, none other than Kit Quantrel
himself 1"

The announcement was a startling one.

Every man who was seated sprung to his feet
in an instant, and all who were crowning around
looked on at the scene.

Those at the table with the stranger all stood
up and had him covered with their revolvers.

As for the stranger, he sat perfectly cool and
asked politely: ‘ _

“ What is this all about, men?"

“ I says you is Kit Quantrel l” shouted his ac-
cuser.

“ You are a fool, as I can prove.”

“ Prove it!” yelled many voices.

“ What proof do you wish i”

“ Who is yer?"

“My name is Courtney, and I am a prospec-
toil'zj going through this country looking for

o .’
g “ Who knows yer here in Miner's Roost?”

“ I don’t know a soul here."

“ Then what proof can you give as to who you
are?

“ l have my papers with me.”

" Show ’em up.’

“To a responsible party, yes, but not to the
cr0wd.”

“He looks like Whiit I has heerd Kit Quantrel
favor,” said one.

_"I has seen Quanti'el and thet is ther man,”
his accuser said,

“ I _wish to know if there are men here who
W11] listen to reason ll” said the stranger.

A number stepped forward ready to be accused
of being sucn men.

“ 1 W1“ 800"" my Dapers to any three of you
the crowd may select, and stand by their judg<
merit as to tie truth of my statements and the
falsity of that man‘s charge against nae.”

Three men were quickly 58190“,le the crowd,
one of whom was Tom-and-Jeri-y of the Over-
land Lodge.

The person was called loudly for, but failed
to rcspouid, ahd then the stranger was led to a
tablet, ti;ng from the crowd and told to give
proo . a e was m t Kit u ' - '
the band of Red BuzzardsQ mm 61’ the due: or

CHAPTER LVIll.
THE PARSON . SPEAKS.

THE stranger was as cool as an icicle, in spite
0‘ the angry eyes turned upon him and the
crowd of wild men he faced

He was pale, yes, but he had a nerve of iron,

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of the hand as he prepared for the ordeal be—
fore him.

“ It seems that an unfortunate resemblance
to some noted outlaw chief has gotten me into
trouble, gentlemen, so you are to be my judges,
I believe, as to whether I show you proof that
my accuser yonder has made a grave error or
not, ” said the stranger.

“ He’s cool about it,” said some one in the
crowd.

“ Yes, we will hear what you have to say and
see your proofs,” said Jerry Thomas.

“ Well, gentlemen, I am a prospector from
the East, and am in the service of a gold-mining
company, who have sent me to look for one
through this part of the country and to examine
the gold dug here.”

“ What’s ther name of yer comp’ny?” asked
one of the trio of “judges.”

“ The Mineral Mining Company of New
York.” ‘

“ Wan], whar did yer come from when yer
come here?"

“'1 came along the stage-trail from a queer
place knOvvn as Jumping Dir City.”

“ Why didn’t yer come by Coach i”

“ 1 preferred to be independent, so purchased
a bore for myself.”

“ You carry mighty fine weepons.”

“ A man is a fool not to do so in this coun-
tr '.”

“ Ycr talk sense now, pard; but show us yer
proofs.”

“ Well, here is my watch with my name in
it.”

They took the handsome watch and closely
examined it, but, like Oliver Twist, they wanted
more proof.

“ Here are some letters addressed to me to
Jumping Off Citi , and this one has a check in
it, you so, for five hundred dollars, from the
company I represent.”

'1‘ hey i-xa mined the letters, the check, and then
asked for further proof. ,

1; I have only this seal ring with my name in
it. ‘ '

The three judges looked at the ring.

Then they stepped apart and held a consulta-
tion, the stranger wholly unmoved.

At length the trio turned to him, and Jerry
Thomas said:

“ Pard, I’m willing to take the proofs as genu-
ine, but these two say that you could ’a’ robbed
a man by the name of Frank Courtney and have
all these things with you.”

“That’s so!” shouted the crowd..

“ He’s Quantrell l’ll stake" my life on it!”
yelled his accuser.

“ Then let the crowd hold you prisoner while
I send for pr00f, and if you are wrong, hang
you; if I am Quantrel, as you call the man,
hang me,” said the stranger.

“I hain’t no fool if you is, for you is a fool to
come here as you have.

“ Pards, I says that man is Quantrell”

“ Hang him! hang biml” yelled the crowd,
moving toward him.

The stranger appealed to his judges.

“ Will you three men, after the proof I have
given”you of my identity, see me banged by this
mob?

“I sa , pards, let iii) and give the man a
chance,’ called out Jerry Thomas.

“ How do the judges stand i” asked a voice in
the crowd.

“ I is against the (proofs? said one.

“ Ditto me,” crie the other.

“ I am in favor of the prisoner being cleared,”
shouted Jerry Thomas.

“ The majority rules—the man hangs!” yelled
the accuser of the stranger.

The crowd moved forward, and the stranger
was at their mercy, for the judges had his belt
of arms and all.

“ The man hangs l” yelled the crowd, prepar-
ing for a rush.

“The man does not hang without proof 1”

The deep voice Silenced the noise, and they

parson stepped before the maddoned crowd.

All knew him, all knew his deadly him.

He seemed unarmed, but many knew that he
was not. A

His calm, emotionless face fronted ,them, and
his eyes alone flashed as they peered through his
spectacles. .

“ Mv brothers, you are all wrong.” he said.

“ We is all right! That manislxit Quantrel,”
cried the one who had acctred him. ”

“ You make the charge, Brother Darby?

“ I does.” .

“I heard and snw what passed. for I was just
outside bv the windmv, and llri ther Sykes and
L-isso Dave led this stranger into a game to
Cheat him.

“ He hunt them at ii.l(‘:l‘ Own game, and Bro-
ther Darby a: cast s him of being Quantrel:

“ Yi ii llll'r'e gentlemen examined the ev1dence
and two of you say hang him.

“ I Say no i"

“ I say yes!” shouted Darby. .

“ wen, Brother Darby, I’ll agree to hang him
if he is, and you if he is not.

“ Do you agree?”

“ No! hang that maul . _

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for I knows what I talks about, and that man
are Quantrel,” shouted Darby.

“ Does you lead, Pard Darby ’5” cried a voice.

“ I doesl come onl”

The parson stooped quickly, and when he rose
he had a revolver in each hand, drawn from his
boot—tops.

“ Brother Darby, are you prepared to die?”

And his voice \\ as calm but threatening.

“ Come on, pardsl you, Nat Sykes and Lasso
Dave, for I let you in with me in the reward.”

“ Hang him l’ roared the crowd, and those in
safety in the rear shoved those in front.

There were three quick shots, and three men
dropped dead, and as the crowd surged back
and the smoke rose, all saw that the parson had
fired, and his aim had been sure.

They also saw that Jerry Thomas had handed
the stranger his weapons, had his own drawn,
while the two judges now decided to protect the
stran er.

“ y brothers, don’t crowd the mourner’s
bench, unless you are pre ared to die.”

The person’s voice was ull of warning and, as
though to impress the crowd the more with their
danger, aslender form suddenly bounded through
the window, and a cheerful voice said:

“ You ap r to be in trouble, Parson Paul,
so I"ch in with my little gun to back you

‘ up.

It was Red Butterfly, the Pony Rider, and a
yell went up from the crowd at sight of the
popular Indian outh, while a voice called out:

‘ Let u&, pa sl the parson has the call. and
Red But rfly holdsahand full of trumps ter
play with him.”

“ I thank you, brothers in sin,” said the par-
son, meekly.

And he ed the stranger out of the saloon,
while the Pony Rider, with a wave of the hand.
leaped through the window again and was
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CHAPTER LIX.
A DOUBT.

TH! stranger had made a narrow escape, and
he knew it.

He full realised, as he entered the Overland
Lodge w th the parson on one side and the land-
lord on the other that he had just had the clos-
est call of his life from death.

Had the u not “had something to sa ”
he would ave then beena dead man, the ' e
choked out of him by a furious crowd.

The dead] aim of the parson astounded him,
and, in than ing him for his life, he said:

“ You are the deadest shot I ever saw, rever-
end sir. "

“ It is wrong to kill, sir, exce is when to save
a life demands a life and then shoot strai ht;
but the best shot I ever saw is that In ian
youth, whose coming to your aid helped out
more than all else.

“ Had he opened they knew eachshot was a
death-knell.”

“ Who is he?”

“ An Indian boy who rides the Overland Pony
E ress.”

‘ Where is he?”

“ He was due here just as the trouble occur-
red, and changing horses, saw it and leaped in
throu h the window.

“ hen it was over he went on his way, for
he rides like lightning and loses no time.”

“ ’1’ wanted to thank him for his goodness to

“ I will tell him you appreciate it, sir: but
now let me givs you a piece of advice.’ '

“Certainly, sir.”

“ I have saved your life now, but you will be
killed as surely as you remain in Miner’s Roost.”

“ I will leave it then.”

“G0 at once, or rather as soon as I can ar-
range for you to depart in peace.”

“ I thank you.”

“ I will go back into the saloon and let it be
thought that you will remain here.

“ When I come out I will take you to my
cabin, where I will ask the Landlord, Brother
J err , to lead your horse at,once.

“ hen 1 will guide you by a trail over the
mountains back to the Overland, and when next
you come to Miner’s Roost bring all the proof
you can that you are who you say you are, and
come b Sunset Sam’s coach.” v

“ I t ank you, parson, and will follow your
advice.”

The parson now returned to the Overland
Saloon, as one of the miners expressed it:

“ To see about his dead.”

The bodies had been removed to the cabin of
Nat Sykes, and the ripple of fury which had
passed over the crowd had disappeared.

The parson was greeted with a yell as he
passed through, but he did not stay long, and
returned to the hotel.

“That are ther kind 0’ parson they on ht ter hev
in ther army, pards, for he’d send t or Injuns
ter glory by shootin’ ’em,” said one.

The affair had certainly made the mysteriOus
parson more popular than ever among the wild
spirits of Miner s Roost.

.As for Nat Sykes, Lasso Dave and Darby, the
were a bad lot and a disturbin element whic
the best of the miners were gla to get rid of.

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ther warnin’ ther parson give ’em when Bufl‘alo
Bill were here, by shootin’ ’em through ther
arm, and so havin’ converted ’em he sends ’em

up ter glory a-shoutin’,” said a miner, and that .

happened to be the general opinion, or a state-
mint of facts in a nutshell.

Returning to the hotel the parson went to the
stranger’s room and said quietly:

“Come, brother, I will lead you to my cabin.”

“ You think I had better go then i”

“ If you stay your death is certain, for those
three men whom I removed from this world of
sin and sorrow, have friends, had as they are
and you will not be allowed to escape alive, an
no man is safe from an assassin.”

“You are right, parson, and I will take your
advice.

“ Here are my traps, and where is my horse?"

“The landlord led him to my cabin.

“ Come.”

“ I am with you.”

The parson led the way, and unseen the
gained the base of the hill where they met Lan -
lord Jerry.

“ Your horse is there, sir,” he said.

“I thank ou sir, sincerely.

“ This fgo d— iece will pay my bill, and I up
preciate your dness.”

Jerry grasped the money and the stranger’s
hand as well, and said:

“ Luck to you, sir, and don’t let this little
affair to-night give Miner’s Roost a bad name
while next time you come just bring me proof
that you are not Kit Quantrel.” '

“ I will, sir,” and the stranger was passing on
when Jerry continued:

“ The parson will set you on the right trail,
sir, for he knows ’em all.

‘ We are proud of our parson here in Miner’s
Roost, and we is likely to have a row ter keep
him, as ther Hard Times citizens say they wants
him and will come down some night and clean
us out for our Gosle guide; but they better try
it on, for we don’t give up our Scriptur’ sharp
for old or lead.

“ e’s a dandy and kin out-preach, out-pm
out-sing, and out-shoot any man as ever (i
Amen.

“I believe you,” fervently said the stran er
and he hastened on after Parson Paul, who ad
walked slowly on up the steep path to his cabin.

The stran er’s horse was there, saddled
bridled and h tched to a tree, and the parson set
to work and soon had his own ready.

Then they mounted and rode away back on
the ridge.

The person never swerved from the track,
keeping it unerringl in the darkness, until, af-
ter a ride of a coup e of hours, they descended
into a well-worn trail.

“ Here is the Overland Trail, brother, and it
is just ten miles to Miner’s Roost, which lies in
that direction.

“ I would advise that you leave the camps as
far behind you as possible.”

“ I thank you, sir, most sincerely, and shall
take your advice.

“ It is moonlight now, and I shall have no
trouble in finding my way.”

“ None, I think.”

“Now I will say to you good-b ,and I only
hope that I may be able to return t e favor you
have this night done me.

“I owe you my life, sir, and feel it in my heart
that it is a debt that can never be fully repaid,
exce t by alike service.

“ ood-by, parson, and I hope some day we
may meet again.”

“ I ho e so, brother, and good-by—remember,
that is t e wa you 0."

“ Yes, my riend, and with a grasp of the
hatréd, the stranger was turning away when he

I .

“ Pardon me, but may I not offer you a sum
in gold, for some charity. you know?”

“No, brother, I cannot take your gold—good-
night,” and the parson turned away, leaving
the stranger standing in the trail.

The parson disappeared in the thicket, and
then slipped from his horse.

He crept back until he caught sight of the
stranger going up toward Miner’s Roost.

Then the parson went back to his horse, took
something from his saddle-pockets, and slipped
a muffler upon each hoof of his horse.

Mounting, he rode back into the trail to see
the stranger far ahead in the moonlight.

A ride of a mile or more and the stran er
turned 03 the Overland Trail at a path wh oh
the arson seemed to know, as he muttered:

“ thought so.”

Then he dismounted, and went on on foot un-
til he reached the path, and following it to a rise,
saw the stranger far ahead.

Returning to his horse he mounted, and fol-
loweéi unti dawn, when he halted with the re-
mar :

“ I am in doubt; but I’ll follow him to the end
of this trail.”

 

CHAPTER LX.
THE TRAIL’S END.

PARSON PAUL was as deliberate in all he did
as a man who knew that there was no hurry
and that hastemight spoil a well-laid plan.

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He halted at dawn until the stranger had
gone on for a long distance.

Then he took the mufflers cfl’ of the boots of
his horse and followed the trail unerringly.

He knew the ground well, and he stuck to
that trail as a hound would have done, Only he
did not wish to gain u n the one who led.

All day long he fol owed, and now and then
he would come to a ridge with a plain beyond,
and he could have a view for miles ahead.

And then his glass showed him the man he
was tracking. _

As dark came on, the parson pressed on a
little more rapidly until he could no longer see
the trail.

Then be halted for much-needed rest for man
and beast. _

The next morning, with the first glimmer of
dawn, he was again on the trail, and, after go-
ing along for a couple of hours, branched oi! in~
to a canyon, then went ahead on foot.

He was gone for several hours.

Then he returned to his horse, and, mounting,
went on the back trail at a lively gait.

He went straight to his cabin, arriving late in
the night, and set to work cooking prov1sions in
great quantity.

Then he sat down and wrote three separate
notes, and, this done, he looked to his weapons,

0t out some more ammunition, and, saddling
his horse, threw his bag of provisions across his
back, along with a roll of blankets.

Then he set off on foot through Miner’s Roost,
where he went to the hotel-stables and got one
of Landlord J err ’s best horses.

An hour after ound him camping in a canyon
where after stakin his horse out, he moun
the led animal and ashed away at a rapid pace
just as dawn began to break.

All day he was gone, but after nightfall he
returned and on foot.

Then be mounted his own horse, rode down
the Overland Trail until he came to where the
stranger had turned off, and pressed rapidly on
through the night.

Just at dawn he sought a hiding-place and
went into camp.

It was noon when he awoke, and he went
aw on foot, leaving‘his horse and tra

hat he went tor e seemed to have iscov-
ered, for he came back and settled down for an-
other rest. .

At night he changed his camping-place, and

every now and then as he walked along—for be

spared his horse all in his power—he halted and

seemed to stick something in the ground.

Finding another camping-place, he again
went ofl on foot, and after a walk of a couple
8f miles came in sight of the glimmer of camp-

res.

He went cautiously now, and after consider-
able difliculty got a view of what appeared to
be a camp of soldiers, for a number of tents
were in view. '

And as he watched them, men were seen
striking camp, and a large cavalcade of horse-
men and pack-animals moved away in a norther-
ly direction. '

The parson followed on foot until he saw them
file into a narrow canyon leading into the very
heart of the mountains.

Then he returned to his horse, and mounting,
rode rapidly up a valley toward a lofty range.

He gained a high ridge before dawn, and then
again went into camp, as though to wait for
some one, for he took up a position on a rock
with (his glass in hand.

Dawn came, and still he watched. ,

Then he saw more horsemen come in sight.

They rode alonga shelf of rock overhanging
a deep canyon, some seventy feet in width.

The shelf ended there, and they could go no
further.

But two men appeared on the other side, and
one of them shot an arrow across to which a
string was attached.

Then the larger crowd drew on the string un-
til a rope came over, and the two men on the
other side began to push at some long black ob-
ject until the others had drawn it across the
chasm and made it fast to the pines that grew
along the edge of the canyon. _ _

Ropes were stretched out then on either side
and made fast to trees, and the person’s glass
revealed a strong hEidge across the chasm.

Soon after other orsemen appeared in sight,
and a number of pack-animals.

One by one the horses were led across the
seemingly frail bridge, at (1 without a single ac-
cident.

Then all but two men on foot had crossed,
and these let go the lines and cables, and the
bridge was drawn slowly back to the other side
and disa peared. ,

Then t e two men went back down the trail.

But the parson was on their track and afoot.

He followed them for miles until they came to
a lace where they' could cross the canyon.

till be tracked them, and when they reached
the t where he had last seen the crowd drag
the ridge over, there were horses awaiting
them, which they mounted and rode away.

But the parson followed and at night again
came in sig t of the hammer of camp-fires.

Be crept forwsr and lay for a long whine
taking in the situation.

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At last he started upon his return to his horse,
and wearied out arrived at daybreak.

After a rest of some hours he took out his
note-book and wrote something upon it.

This he fastened to a stick, and riding to the
spot where the bridge had been stretched across
the canyon he stuck it up in a place where it
would be seen by any one coming to the ledge of
rocks.

Having done this he went at a rapid pace
down the trail the horsemen had come, rounded
the mouth of the canyon and went upon the
other side toward the place where he had last
seen the camp. ,

It was a long ride, and a hard one, for he fol-
lowed his own ideas of the direction.

At last he came near the other side of the can-
yon where the bridge had been stretched across,
and oing into camp went about on foot as
thoug searching for something.

His search was successful, for he returned to
his camp with the remark:

“ I haw done my duty and they must do
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CHAPTER LXI.
' THREE smrs or PAPER.

“ 181' last!” cried Jack Crawford, as $1: his
rounds after a letter from the Surgeon u , he
found there a slip of pa r. . _

He had never missed is dangerous mission of
going the rounds once every two weeks, but,
except in two instances, he had each time met
with dinppointment.

Now he opened the’slip of paper and read:

“ The League is needed at once.

“ Also force of soldiers. not less than forty.

“Avoid coming through mining-camps and meet
at Death’s Canyon

“If no one there to meet you. find slip of paper by
marble cross under ground, and follow directions. ’

Away went Jack Crawford with all haste to
the ford to give the slip of paper to Buffalo Bill
and tell him that the Surgeon Scout was not
dead, as all had again begun to fear was the
case.

That same da Sunset Sam was driving along
on the Overlan , when he drew rein by a large
tree not far from Miner’s Roost.

A branch of the tree extended over the trail,
and, standing upon his box, Sunset Sam put his
hand over the limb.

It returned with a slip of paper found there,

pinned securely to the limb.

He at once opened the paper and read:

“If you meet Red Rider, tell him to give you his
pouch to take back to Jumping Off City while he
waits at Death’s Ranch for company.

“ He will find slip in his office. '

Sunset Sam drove rapidly on, and there w”
an expression on his face as though he felt satis—
fied with himself, and that evening he arrived
at Hard Times two hours ahead of his usual
hour.

Along the Overland Trail, flying like the very
wind and approaching the most dismal part of
the road, was a horseman.

It was Red Butterfly, mounted upon his fleet
est and best horse.

But he halted suddenly as he drew in sight of
the marble cross erected on the spot where the
sta e-coach had been wi out of existence,
antf, throwing aside the eaves and some loose
earth, took out of the ground a slip of paper.

It was as follows:

“Have made the discovery, and notified League,
and soldiers.

“ You are to send your pouch throu h b

Sam, if
you have not yet met him and seen

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p “Then go to Blue Rock and strike my trail and see
how it is marked.

“Return here and await coming of League and
cavalry, and guide them by mark. (1 trail. lead where
it may. ‘

" The end is at hand."

The Red Rider of the Overland read this slip
of paper several times, and then, mounting his
horse, set out to obey orders.

That night he returned to the Death Canyon,
and sought a secure hiding-place to camp, but
from which he could see the marble cross and
an? one going there.

twas nearly dawn when he was awakened
by the sound of hoof-falls, and he knew that
those he expected had arrived, so he gave the
Pony Rider‘s call peculiar to him. _

It was promptly answered, and advancing he
beheld a number of horsemen.

“ Bravo. Red Butterfly, you are here," cried
Bufl’alo Bill, meeting him.

“Yeti. Sir, and I am 813d *0 see you here so

1)

soon, . . ,

“We pushed hard; b62181 (here is Lieutenant
Ames and his com y as my League. v

They all gree the had Butterfly, who said:
' “ I will et my horse and 0 at once and camp
on the trafi until dawn, for t will be best not to
beseen.” . _

So he led the way, Buffalo Bill by his side,
and who asked:

“But who sent you there to await us, Red
Butterfly ?“

“ I received secret orders from one whom I
alwa sobe .”

Soyon th’ey rode, the Red Rider leading the
way, until they reached the point where he had

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gone upon receiving the Slip of paper, and mark— ‘

ed the trail.
Going into camp for a few hours, they then

mounted and pressed on, the Red Butterfly‘

following the trail which the parson had

marked.

The pace was not too fast to jade the horses, ‘

and frequent stops were made to rest men and ‘,

beasts.

Red Butterfly led the soldiers and the scouts,
true as a hound on the trail, to the chasm where
the bridge had been thrown across.

“You have gone wrong, pard,” said Buffalo ‘

Bill.

“ No, for see there i”

Across the canyon a form appeared, and those
who knew him recognized the Pistol Parson of
Miner’s Roost.

He held in his hands a bow and arrow, and
the; latter came flying across, a string attached
to t.

Then he called out:

“ Butterfly, follow my marked trail down to
a crgssing-place, and bring several men with
you.

The order was obe ed, and a couple of hours
later they ap upon the other side, with
the parson, and all were rolling along some
heavy object. '

Need I tell the reader that it was the swin 'ng
bridge so clevorly manufactured by thosc w om
the person had seen cross ovor upon it?

The soldiers quickly seized the to , brou ht
over the arrow line, and dragg the bri ge
across, when, unmindful of its swinging and the
dizzy height the person walked across and was
greeted b Lieutenant Ames, Buffalo Bill and
an Powel brothers,who had met him in Miner’s

oost.

He showed the soldiers how to make taut the
ropes and then started acrossleading Lieutenant
Ames’s horses.

Red Butterfly followed with his horses, then
Buffalo Bill, Jack Crawford and the others, un-
til the last soldier had gone across in safety.

CHAPTER LXII.
rm: BUZZARDS’ Roosr.

“ Now, parson, let me know just what all this
means, for we expected to meet here Surgeon
Powell to guide us,” said Lieutenant Ames, after
ghed force had gone into camp across the

n e.

“ on will meet the Surgeon Scout later,
Brother Amos, for be is on the trail, and I must
say that it is owing to him that I am now here
to guide on.

‘ The th is, the Red Buzzards got worsted
in a fight with the Indians, and you know that
they were beaten of! from attacking the
coach 1"

“ Yes, I remember.”

“ It cut them up considerably, and the chief,
in disguise, wont to Miner’s Roost to spy, and
came very near being hanged there.

“ But I saved his life, and then, in doubt my-
self if he was Quantrel or not, I trailed him.”

“ And it was Quantrell”

“Yes, sir; and he seemed to have had enou h
for awhile, as he returned to his men, bro ‘e
camp, and led them up into these mountains,
where no horse can come save by the swinging
bridge which the outlaws made to throw pur-
suit otf their track.

“ Quantrel is full of these clever schemes, and
unless trailed close an army could notcatch him,
for he can take his band and horses anywhere
with tho contrivances he has.

O

.s.. an-“

“ You were near enough to note who was
there, for I heard you say that Quantrel still
had his prisoner?” '

“ I saw him last night, Red Butterfly.”

“ I feel contented now,and I only have to seek
my revenge upon that one man.

“ The India: in me will show itself, for I am
revengeful and when I am avenged, by the death

‘ of that man, Kit Quantrel, 1 will, I believe, be
But it was noon of the following day when the ‘

almost happy.” .

“I hope so, and perhaps with time, change
and seeing you he may yet regain his reason;
but now we must prepare for the march, and

on know our signals agreed upon, so you will
ead the soldiers to the upper gem, while I will
guide the Scouts’ League to t e lOWer cut and
we can hem them in so that no man should es-

ape.”
“ It should be so,” was the response of the In-
dian youth, and the two parted.

An hour after the two mysterious guides, the
garson, and the Red Butterfly mounted their

orses and rode away at the head of the respect-
ive commands, the soldiers and the scouts.

It was dark, but Red Butterfly showed no
hesitancy about leading the way, great] to the
pleasure of the young commander, who ad felt
doubtful, as he had no idea where it was that
the Indian youth had learned the countryas he.
seemed to know it.

The ride was a slow one, and over an hour
pasisedgiefore the Indian guide came to a halt
an ear :

“ I will go ahead alone, sir.”
He lided away on foot, and soon the shrill,
mo sound of the whippowil was heard.

It was kept up for a dozen notes, and then si-
lence followed, when far oi! down the canyon
came the same cry, faintly heard.

Then the Indian youth returned, and said:

“ We will move now, sir.”

“How far ofl is the camp, Red Butterfly?”

“ Not a quarter of a mile away, sir.”

The soldiers moved on, and at length, after a
word from the Indian in a low tone, the lieuten-
gnt gave the order for the soldiers to close up in.

ours.

“Now, sir,” said the Indian youth, as again.
the notes of the ni ht-bird were heard.

He repeated it s a and clear, and then came
the command from L eutenant Amos:

“ Forwardl trot—c el”

The troopers run orward like an ava-
lanche, and out o the k canyon into avalley
they went, where the white tents of the outlaws
were before them.

And with wild yells, their ringing war—cries,
from the other pass came the scouts, and the;
outlaws were between two fires.

Hemmed in though strong men, and sur-
prised, the outlaws yet came from their beds
armed for the fray.

There was a rattling of fire—arms, and min-
gling with it were the cheers of the soldiers,war-
cries of the Scouts’ League, the rattling of ac-
couterments and trampling of lsoofs.

Dawn was breaking, and the fighting, strug-
gling forms in the gray mists looked like grim

te

And when the sun rose over the mountain—~
tops, it shone upon a strange scene, one only to
be found in wild Western warfare, .

The battle had ended, and many had bitten
the dust.

There we're soldiers lying here and there, and,
many dead outlaws.

Several scouts were wounded, yet none seriv
ously, and Surgeon Schufeldt was busy, aided
by the parson, who had figured grandly in the

h

“ He is now encamped six er seven miles from i fig t

here, not once suspecting danger, and tonight I
will guide you down upon his camp and we can
make short work of them, for trees are plenty
and ropes can be had for the asking,” said the
parson, significantly.

” What is his force?”

“He has over a dozen wounded men, a pris-
oner, a couple of negro servants, and his band
of fighting men in camp number just twenty-
one.

" And we double him.”

“ And surprise him too. sir.”

“When will you move?”

“ About midnight, and the Red Butterfly will
lead you by one pass, while I guide the scouts by
another.”

2: But does the Red Butterfly know the way?”

“ Oh, yes for he has been here before.

H 1 make no mistake, Lieutenant
Arnie”
can well understand that' but wh
Sur eon Ptifvelli” ’ ere is
‘ ou wi find him when on tak h moi!
of the Red Buzzards.” y e t e t

“ Hal he is the prisoner then.

“B Jove, I pity poor Frank Powell if he has
been n the hands of those fiends,” said Lieuten-
ant Ames feelingly.

Then as the pat-son walked away the young
commander gave his orders for the night attack.

As the person walked away the Indian youth
joined him, and they went on in silence together
until they had gotten beyond the line of the

camp.
“ on have seen the cam sir!”
“ Yes, Red Butterfly.” p"

 

And over by the chief’s tent set the prisoner
of the outlaw chief, poor Daniel Darwin, while
near him stood the young Indian, striving in,

vain to force him into conversation with him, ,

for all he could get from the poor unfortunate
was the plaintive wail:
“ I don’t remember.”

 

CHAPTER LXIII.
CONCLUSION.

Lmn'rnsax'r Amss‘s face wore a bright smile I

over the victory gained.

The band of Red Buzzards had been almost
wholly wiped out, and their horses, their bag-
ga e and tents had all been taken.

few bold men had mounted their horses and
dashed boldly through the soldiers’ line.

They had been pressed so hard by Red But-
terfly, the parson, and Buffalo Bill and his
scouts, that the had not time to take the trail
they had wished: and so had driven down the
canyon, which ended at a precipice, overhang—
ing a foaming torrent, many feet below.

‘ Drive them to their dcoml

“ The deserve it i” came in the ringing voice
of the Butterfly, and the words were an-
swered by the war-cries of the scouts.

The outlaws saw their fate, it seemed, f0
they drew rein: half turned, as though to stan
at bay and then, beholding that whirlwind of;
avengers turned again in flight.

The Indian youth, side by sidewith the Ear—
son, raced them close, and behind were uf.
falo Bill and his matchless men.

  
   
  
   
   
  
     
    
 

    

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With a wild shriek, like a death-cry, the out-
laws took the fatal leap.

Over they went into the darkness, and down
into the rushing torrent below.

The Rad Butterfly and the parson drew rein
suddenly, as did the others, and the scouts in
chorus uttered their cries of triumph.

After gazing down into the depths for a min-
ute in silence, the parson said:

“ You are avonged, Red Butterfly, for Kit
Quantrel led his band over that «iii! to death."

"So be it, I am content,”wa~x the low reply,
and he turned his horse back up the canyon to-
ward the camp.

As they returned Lieutenant Ames called out:

“Parson, the Surgeon Scout is not here as a
prisoner, nor is he among the dead or wounded.

“ No one know: ought about him, though that
poor fellow Darwin is here.”

“ Yes, Amen, I am here," and of! come the
wi of long white hair, the gold-rimmed spec-
tac es, and then it was that the once full-bearded
face of Doctor Frank Powell was recognized,
and shout after shout rent the air, for the “ par-
son ” was found to be as he expressed it himself:

“ A wolf in iamb’s clothing.”

It was a couple of «lays below the soldiers
started back from the outlaws’ retreat, and all

. noticed the kind devotion of R“d Butterfly for
Daniel Darwin, until the story came out that be
was the adopted father of the Red~Skin Rider.

Reaching the Overland Trail the Red Rider
stopped with his adopted father for the co;nin
along of Sunset Sam’s coach on its eastwar

     
   
 
   
   
  
   
  
  
   
  
   
   
   
  
   
   
    
   
   
   
 
   
  
   
   
 
  
   
  
 
 
   
   
  
  
   
   
  
 
   
  
  
 
  
  
    
    
  
 
   
     
   
   
 
      
   
   
 
  

run.
1 Lieutenant Ames urged him to go on to the
‘fort, but he said that he must ‘retur eastward at
once, and re~igned his position as ony Rider.
Buffalo Biliand Surgeon Powell waited with
. him, and saw the two safe aboard of Sunset
Sam’s coach.
And awav rolled the coach, and gazing after
, it Surgeon Frank Powell said:
“ Bill, old fellow, I am going to tell you a
secret.”
" Yes, Frank 1"
g “.No one else upon the border knows it except
myself.”
“ I will not betray the secret, Frank,” said

Buifalo Bill.

“ I know that, and so I tell you, and with the
consent of the one concerned. ‘

“ Do gen know inatgthe Red Butterfly is a
worm”. ’

Buffalo Bill started, and his face showed that

-, he had never suspected the secret.

, “ .It is true, and she is the daughter of the old
‘ mad Sioux chief, Patollafivho was killed defend-
iing Daniel Darwin from Quantrei rmd his out-
laws, and he adopted the girl, had he; educated,
«came West after more I gold, was captured, and
that splendid, brave girl, dressed as a man,

' 'came here to rescue or avenge him.

“ Now, Bill, you understand how it was that

_ ‘Red Butterfly knew the country so well.”

' “ Yea, the mystery is solved. and it 'is a secret
worth knowing," said Buffalo Bill, earnestly, as
the tire sworn pards started on their trail to

. the fort.

- 5/ fitter some minutes of silence Bufl’aio Bill

I

“You ought to go into the ministry, for I
never saw your, equal as tthightiug Parson of

hers .
‘ I run use.

  name's Half-[lime Library.

, 48. The Ill-mom] Sport} or, The Douhlo Face of lied
‘ "I “in lelit‘l‘g'l'". lvo in Oneu
"Iva nuns the . port from Ilenvfl.
llrl' numb-hell, Ilu- Ranger Dl'tecilvn.
.rou Fern, the Man oi Fire.
” vlie Bo Trump Hotel-tire: nr,'l'hn Double Griletnsu
_ Violet “no, the Velvet Sven.
'1 ,1“! Ill-null. Dave‘s [Mandi l’uvd.
“:51 ‘lnnnrl "0y Frank. I a Young Aniaintir Detective
iii} ‘Vlnlot Vune’s Vii-tony.
2“... wild Vulcan. the Love Rnnus Hider.
 . "‘Qiolct :lld I’M-y, the i’r-sv l'unll.
‘, 05 V inlet 'nne's Vow; or. The Cruity DOiBPilVI'I Craft.

 

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[BY MAJCR HENRY ll. STODDARD. Ex-Boout.

Neck-TI. Ned i or. The humOut Fania.
40 R er Raphael: or. The Sworduumi ni‘ Zuni“.
591 I“ «Have Kit. the D niiy of the Rockies.
’ ‘0 Kid-Glove 'It and ll rd: «.1110 Gold Ring.
‘0 The “ad ‘l‘lun-lluuio i nr.’i‘lio Golden Gulch Mystery.
l’uvdfl’s Pal-d; or, The OurAnm-d Giant. I

     
   
   
  

 

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Captain Fur-tun. the Chaparral 'Coch.
udy Fi‘iifllodge.

putt.
. thi- M n With a Shed“

Timotiut and Pu (ll: or. The Dead Set at Silver City.
I “nunv "11ml. ilw ulch "l‘lul‘ .' ,

1 lilidud liarnnvio. tho fluiuaiivn i erculen.

‘1"!qu ’l'oIil-(‘nt’ 'l‘rlud
'l‘m. .gt'n Terr sir Til-k.
Tom-Ont“ Triumph: or. llluk‘ ivsn's Gnu Combine.
it (Fowl-or mil. n... “Milo-Range Dvmtlw. ~ .
W rhl un- W Flinn. the Mountain Mountohualr.
:3 Jo ly arenilnh. ilw l’lnlns Duimuvn - .
. t x .1 fig"... llu- lmulmlli. 50-01".

5 the G a ii
a :1 “will. how's
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15 The Sen-Cat; or. The Witch of Darien.

29 The llumb l'a e; or,The Don’s Daughter.

48 lllck Darling. t e Pony Express Rider.
150 Lance and Llano: or. The Children of the Chaos.
154 The Swill-ii Ilunteru; or, The Land oiihe Elephant Elders,
159 The Lou-t Cu taint ur, Skipper Julia! Coflin’n Cruise.
.00 The lloy lie ouinn: or. The Brothers oi the Piumed lance.
21 l ll'oli‘xung, the Robber of the Rhine.
949 Milo Ron-er the Aninml King; or, Round the World.
.66 The Tiger Tumor: or, The League oi the Jungle.
381 Huck Eek. the Demon Rider.
895 ‘alli'or-in Joe's War Tr

BY MAJon E. 1.. 51‘. "mm.

992 Ravioli" Pedro, the Boy lininilt.

801 Li-udville Nick, lull". Isuy Spun.

8|“ Redtop Rube, ihu Vigil-into Prince.

“38 lirimutoue Rob, mini “is Lightning Horse Quartet“.
353 Tombstone Tom. the Arizona Boy oi “ Snnd."
lis‘iii ilurumro Inn 9. Lin: Y nn-r 'nm..- i. n \\ north-r.
871 Kin bolt Chris, the Ymng Hard-Shell Detective.
3"” AV“ unelie Alf. illu Fonilillls Guide,

890 Jaguar Joe. um... Mounidn Mall-Line.

RY J. \l'. ilSllON.

11.69 The Rivul Giunii- oi‘Nowhur'.

498 i‘ni'tun llurr, the Hun iroizi Hard Luck.

.3157 (Did llm-iu-ye. tho sir-mi Shndew.

5t” I'uu'di-r I’iill, the Hay Miner.

(Hill Holly Ilorrli' llll' \i'll'r‘lll Defective.

«so Limi- Liqiitnln '. Li-muu-x u. 'i‘hle‘INl‘Y oflnehlnnd-
illili I’lllt'ld” i uni, its liny Prospector.

RY (70L. A. F. HOLT.

899 “lurk Buckskin.» or, The Masked Iii-en of Death Canyon.
4l9 Iiruueih. the Knli‘oJUnc.

435 Little lilflllil'ooi. tho Hint of [he ‘Villlll‘.

528 The Ihuuly gnarl; i.~.’l'h‘ King l'lu i‘nnq-irai 1.

6:3 Rulpli Reuu'uml. ti... Lightning Expn-n. Detective.
Gill Headlight Harry‘s IluiLl.

RY ALBERT \l'. AIKEN.

ii The Two Dolor-tires: or, The Fortunes oin Bowery Girl.

'36 Abe Colt. tln- Cr..w~Killor.

’Iil Hol Ginger. the (Hunt 'l rn .per.
28‘! Joe Buck oi'Angi-in um Illi- Roy Purd.
417 New York Kai. A 'i'uieoi'Trlrkn nndTrulmln Giiihlln.
.158 59w En rmml luck; or. The Fortunes oi'a Fondling.
464 Nimble fink, the Circus l'rince.

'l‘uuu 'i'i‘d. me Arizonn Sport.

510 Cool Colorado, ti..- Hall-llrwld
518 Cool Colorado in New York.

eteciive.

RY GEIDRGE C. JENKS.

486 Git Thar "Wiley the Unknown.

498 Git Tinn- llwuey’l Pledge.

518 The llcmon "color.

581. llouhlo-(lurve Dun. in» Pitcher Detecilve.

59% Flute; the Singer lieu-«tin. ‘

608 'i‘hi~ Pitcher IM-tcotlvu’n Foil: 0?. han‘n Double Play.
616 The Iii-(inn llcicetlvt-i or. The i.n.~t(‘rnise oiiln- Black Bear.
081 The Hitcher lleteetlveln Toughent Tunnel.

RY Ellw ARI) “TLLETT.

V
iii? A... loott, the Steamhnai Boy.

199 Fenlllerweight the boy Champion oi the Maskingum.
W3 {lam-k Ali' or, Featherweight Among the Outlaws.

flflfl The Typo Detective; or, Weasel, the Boy 'i'rump.
ems Fearless Phil; or, The King tvrQunrtsvlllu.

iii] The Rovin Snort; or.le l’ridenrltiniehlucl: Camp.
829 Name. the ileum-two; or, Kit Ko-nynn'n Vendetta.
“0 Clip this Contortlonint: or. 'l‘ha Montana Vigil-nus.

RY ROGER STARBUCK.

5 The Roy Captnln: or, The Pirate's Daughter.
[4. The lilmk Hohboner: or. J". Junk. inmom Tar.

ll The Golden llar mm: or, Lost Among the Fiona.
Fire-"eels or. 0 d Shiniiint. the Death-shadow.
Iii. Horn e. the "ill Tramp; or, ThoOdd Park.
I The Phantom Light-house.
O lireuker lien. the Reef-Runner.

BY CAPT. J. l". C. ADAMS.

84 (Dragon Fol; or, Nick “’h en’s Boy Spy.

4“ Gian-Eye" the “rent Shot 0 the “'e‘i. '

b4 Veil liuze . the HM Trapper. _

so Nick \l'lilllien’n Pen «run 11.. Valley atoms.

60 The. White Indian l or. The Scout oi't .. Yolluwutgng.

70 0M Zi 'I (.‘uliln: or, That reo-nhovn in the Woods.

EU Li‘ifln llJo. the 'i'orror oi the Prairie. .

35 Buck lluekr.m; or, liens,tlw Female Trs nor.
I47 (lid Grizzly and "in Pet" or.'l‘he Wil Huntrue.
am In htduuus" “(an or, ()ucenls, the Flwbrand.

‘5: T (- Lost "lulu-I'll ’07 The Underground (lamp.
938 The Ienlp King“ M, 'l' 0 Human Thunderbolt.

.

hr P1lil.iP s. wsnmc.

01 Patent-Leather Joe: or. Old Rattlesnake, the Charmer.
175 Impmm Arizona; or. Plileiit-Lunthnr Jne'rlllg Game.
Hm Captain ,\I ask; or, l’ntvni-lmather Joe’s Defeat.

.1" llonpard. llie Duelist: H.1‘hs Mount-in vapirce.
535 A Touch "cry; or. This llwuri’s Ro-vonge.

803 Little 'l‘onnului or, The (hitch-its ni'the Glen.

ll?“ Little dingo: or. the Queer l'nrd.

88?! Little (“may or, Caught in His Own Tran.

401 Little Shoo. I)‘ k or, A Race for a “such.

408 'IJttlc Leather-l rest-lie- g or. Old Jumbo’s Curse.

Bl Me All Mint or, The Curse or Blood.

in ( olorudo Rate. A Tale of the adieu.

“0 Three Jolly Pards.
in? Jim (lindden'o Deputfi.
Mi? The Jolly l’nrdn tut  Rench.
5'? (l i or, A Gum Mun Down.
556 Lin-lat, .II; or. The Cut ior n Lilo. -
1574 Hill \chnolttup. the Man with the Dogs.
sun Kenn Clem. this Rum-h imp.
as» Jim Dandy the Nn-Nnmo spun,

618 llllly Blane- on'l'lw Slirlrlvm'l legacy.
685 ilkluhomn ll , hu- filNIJV-ni Scout.
6-18 “app: ‘lfll‘l‘I'fi "in Find.

664 Cheeky Charley. the Special.

Sandy n

BY Jflfll‘ll'll E. RAINIER. JR.

2 Tallow-lune .‘ile or, The Thu-m...

8 Bl M; John. the Roml~Aizent: or. 'l'lm nullnw’l Rem“.
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Hurricane ill": or. Must.an Sam and. liis l’nrd.
Vim-mu Iain l "Inc Klnv oitlu Plains,

‘Ifllit-irflwk Kit! «~r. The Daughter of the Ram-h.
4 lhiintv lance iln- llny Snort. , ~ I
l Panther Paul: ll". nnluly Laws in the Rescue.
00 The. lllnuh Gluut: or. l'lnlnn- More in J voymniy.
us Deadly “Hill i‘nr. Fighting Fire mil. Fire.
"l i The Roy 'l‘ruili-rllz or. Dainty him. on the Wur~Paih.
30. The Rev l‘urdni or. Dainty More Unmnnlu.
.11 Cronin-ti (‘nlm lhs- r'nllhnn ni f‘elesilnl Clh‘,
'I‘iie Ran-mind “'0”: or, The Roantifiil Decoy.
9 The “lurk l Ids-rt. or. The liom-‘i‘hirveu‘ League.
l't "Id I'lmiblo int i or. The Rirnnufluhie
“Tho ’ n “"w l'noi‘u' or nemel Boono'ilmsi Trail.
. the Radar «fiov putative "
.hrnnln “an. the Roy Trailrr.
menu I "In" Trig};

     

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RY J0 l' IERCE.

397 Rob 0' the Bowery : or. The Prince of Mulher Street.
415 The Vagabond Detective; or, Bowery Bob’s, goon.
4.52 Hot-ii" Rob: the Street-Buy Detective.
460 The nwyer (- Shadow; or, Luke’s Legacy.
479 Jaunty Joe, the Young Horse-King.
494. Surly film, the Ynnng Ferryuinli Detective.
504 Five Points Phil. ,
509 Jack Jii zerl. the Butcher Boy Detective.
516 Tartar 'l hm or. Fiw Points Phil’s Menagerie.
526 hnrth River Nat. the Pier Deu'ciivr.
588 “'re-tling Rex, the Prldv oi'thr' Sixth Ward.
54‘ J0". Flil'lu‘l'. llic Sinlilv Boy Detective.
551 Nick Nettle. llm liny Shadow.
55" “lll'l('lll Junk. thr ilillm‘ liny Deirrilve.
689 Brooklyn Ron, illt' ()n—lli=-0wn-iiook Detective.
577 I'iu'ouIi-nt l’i-io llli'sw‘ivi Sifter.
5H3 Juvk-u'Jmnir-rn, tlw l'iilli-r-Sr‘il Prospector.
808 “ride-Awake "(‘l‘l, tin-Simvnh‘teerer.
ill-t \\ Iii-tiling Jiu-oh, u..~ lln-[rrihw‘n Aid.
6223 Buck Bumblebee, il..~ Huh... Hummer.
 ifuuriu-lifiuul iln-F1x1.r.-n~-'l‘rnin Fem-i.
:lilllill 0h.i u llmwry llllllL’l‘Y‘; or. Sr-nnplng I S“ Q
65“ filly-"()(‘kt'l Roll. the Lll'r'Siu'rr. pp 
6R8 .‘ulipoii-r ho]. ilw N0“ York Nnviuninr.
994 spit-y Jim, ll..- only in..- uf His h’iiul
(06 Tom Thin-110. llli‘ RnhdJiousr Driertivr.

in' BIYCKSIHN as.“ (Miller on... s. Hall.)

284. (lid Hunky :- " lloycon: or, ilenlu». tlir Horne-Breaker
941i (-‘iuut George; or, 'l‘in Ang’l oi the Rhnge.
:37.» 'A‘ rizona Jack: or, Giant Georgi-’8 Paul.
997’ line ’l‘arnutulu oi‘ Tam-g or, Giant Genrge's Revenge.
it”? lilo strange 'l’nrdx nr, Little lion's hum. llunt.

< her-whim . her-“lino: or,The'I‘um.i..1n..r1‘nos.
8‘: . {tn-oping .31., the ('uddu; or, The lied and White Purds.
liiiz l‘ rlu l" rod: or, The Tnnkunny’s Trust. -
. 'i‘lu- Fighting Trio: or. Rattlesnake, ilu- ’i'onkuuy.
849 \Vild \\ oil: or, Rig-Foot Wallace in the Fri-Ill...
lit-7 The Ranch Ruidi-r-t nr. Tin- Siege of Fort Pirgatory.
Bill Bump-Shut. ihi- Roy Hunger. '
375 l‘liiolii. ilu- Fri-(Iii: ~r.’l‘hr Thrw Thunderbolts
88] [hunk-r“ In”: «.r l'rii. l-i'mlr it the Front.
392 limueu and the Reds: 07. Tim llvltaunrn-d Ranch.
404 Litili~ Luv-int: i-r. l'vtmi “403 “IL' Rampage.
  Inlay i'rlmn "(‘H‘ or. I

o ’ Il'l‘i‘ ' ‘rullm-u: or, 0 d lltll‘ky on the Rain 0.

448 "lllll' “ill: or, 'l‘lu' l.l\nx oi ihr Lynn... p“
455 Lliili- lum- h‘inri or. Tl... linlh- oi‘the Clliolo.
634 Cut-he Curl, thi- Chico Giant ‘ ,

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5 Vagabond Joe, the Young Wandering Jew.

13 The Dumb lip).

27. Antelope Mir. ilw Boy Guide.

8| Keen-gulf“ 1hr l'l’lnre ol' the l'miries.

4i Lilli-(0 unk, lhv Ynungz Mustang".

58 The Border King: or. The Syn-u Foe.

7i Delaware Ilch, llw l‘A-i‘ny R'Iiiter Spy.

74 Hill“ loeve Ilul‘l'v llw Young 'l'inpper Rnnger.

83 Roi o, the Roy Rnngor.
134 Sure Shut i-‘ot i, ll! l‘r~_\ liiileninn.
I48 flour-Faro haul. tlm Fl mi lluntrr
146 Silver Star, tin- l'm' Knight.
153 Eagle “Hallie lioy l‘i-ninl‘.
168 Little Texan, the Young Mandala.
17‘ "Id Solitary, the HI'l‘lliil 'l'ra [Wu
1N2 Little “urn-inane. the main.
202 Pry-[mot Pete: or, 'n't‘ Olllll! Outlaw Hunters.
20“ The 133'): 'el'l'lllt‘li «v. 'llir l‘rairir Trumps.
’18 1121‘" $8“. the Texas Trrrvrr.
29-i-rlhlllslnfi "Ink: r-r. 'l'--.).1-.-r Tenn. PM”...
’3” Little “'ililllri-, “W Y llllL’ l'vnirh- N. mad.
I 8 he l’uruuu "1'll‘l'll\l‘: or. 'l l... Liiil. Ranger.
243 The Ill-«:uiu-d Luldv: or. \\ it. linveu, iii.- Ranger.
26" "are-Devil Iluu. i‘ r lunnu l'rnll‘lr Ranger.
2?? “lulu-Lin “Hm. H 1* llm Slinrpdimier.
290 Little Foxilro, vh- lh-y \‘nr.
800 'I lie HR} Ill-mull: or, iii-inimli. the Ranger. i
8"” “drip-kiln: Jun. llll‘ ii... Rum-hero.
409 Ilcri-ulcu: Mr. Din-k. ihu liny Ruhgvr.
4| 7 “'ohi’out filo-e. ilh- Trump lieiprlivn.
422 “Ill! ' Hulls. llll‘ liu) Giant nl lliu l'rll' wntone.
444 Little Bili-knkln. line Young l'mlrie Centaur.
457 Wingedi’oot Fro-i: nr. Old l'olnv Saul.

ll ’l‘umnriw ’i‘om. Him His Tmmwr lln)‘.

Ni 01d Tom Rattler the Rm! River Epidemic.
482 Him-own“ llnh,ihr.lirix"rm1nn.
nos “hinder-Ina Basil. iii.- Hermit Boy’rrupper.
“52 Don Rurr. tho- l‘lnlm Freelance. ' '
am Old Kit llnmly'u Deliverance.
“70 Norwnv Nolan. the Bit [luv Mountaineer.
680 Dnnntlens Dun, the F «lance. or 01d Kit Bands in Arcadia.

IIICEI.1.ANEIH"R MI'rmms. ' .

4 The Wild-“orn- Hunters.
Frederick Whittuliur.

0 Adventures of liar-on Mnnohaunen.

1. nlllver’u run-In. li ' Dean swift. .

14 I luddlut or. Tine Wonder ul Lump. r

16 Robin-on Grill-no. (91 illustrations.)

1" Hindhud ilw Sailor. Ills Seven Voyages.

2% 'l he lieu, Serpent: or, The Boy Robinson Crusoe. By Just

A"! 9.
33 Thr 000"! liloodlmuud: or, The Red Pirates 0! the
anrllwvs. \ S.W. lem,
Ml The lluy Clown: or. The Anna Queen. By I an”.
an Ned “'yldo. the Boy Rvnnt. By Texas .lnch.

By Capt Mayne Rein and

51 The lloy "We" 0' The *i'tiermund Camp. By A.C.iroos. .

95 Th.- Rival Raven: or u Fl’nvl’ofllcfl oiths Mississippi.

ll" l.leul.-(‘ol. "nulilne. . -

98 Robin flood. the llutlswed Earl; 1»,le Merry Men ol OMI-

wood. ' Prof. Giiilenlcvu. '

105 0ch Ru 0. the Hunter; or, The Crow Captive. By Captain
Hamilton Holmes.

112 The 3“ mi llnnteri or lleCth nine-iii. By.“ spud
104 Tiony. the 'i‘exnni o’r. Ti... Young Champion. 
Glut-t ‘ ‘
128 'ghl‘ C duh
r v van . . . ‘ ,
14S MK... 73mm: or, The Adventures.” Mndlafl Boy. Br J.
Alexander Patton. '
W? llulley Dig-re ‘l. 
lowstonu. v v .
. . fit the New ‘1 Mr Roy. llv G. l . Aiken.
33:.    Cm... .....
RV Ensign C. D. Wow"!-
ses Rod mew. :h- Ono-EM mirror: “r.le Maid oi the cus.
m cw'lhlglrull ‘ ll '3 I a i i ed iii a u
. .“(s : (l . l" I \1’ .l ID"! ‘ .0 V a. y .n'
B"  Alfred Will-“me.

‘ngu, The Green Rnngn oi the Vol-

3... um”. «1-.- llph-(lecl or, A Boy’s Fight i... “loud 119nm.

By Mum. i‘llt‘lini‘ F‘ft't‘.
850‘ Red Rlllrl'. the
"on, “V NM Ilhrtllne.
.65 "filth-Hiri- "on “W “Hell-incl Detective. Fly A. P. lords.
 Gold-“uni 'I'unu or. Rom" "mil-l! MANN, Bvc H, um
87“ alllil'nruln .lor’n Fir-i Trail. By Colonel Thoma
I‘m-r \llil‘llnrv.
418 Billy “ninth-hp". u..- (‘llfl mimim. Bv r. s. Winthrop.
475 The Rim-l; SM“. Bvluhn S Warner. '
434 l‘mnnm-l-c Pick and "In Three Invincible» ?
llo-nrv J. Thomas.
582 The (‘awlv .v .llulm. Rv Edwin Broolu- Forrest.
552 And on- A hm». Hr Duvh'l 0mm. .
535 “'lll “'ntern. ilr llor Ferret. Ev ll. Enton. ,
682 The “end Motivc’s lie-Isle. By Gerald cm...

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* 146 Kit llillldy, Ilhtvctiw; or, Silver Star, tho l‘voy Knighl.

ma Kit, Handy in Texan; or. The Young Must-agar.
30" Kit Iinmiy‘a Catch: or. The Iinv Hen‘ulrs.

4‘32 Kit. Iittndy‘a Right Bower; or. Bully Summit.- Roy Giant
444 Kit liundy‘n Saoo ; ur, Lillie lilll'hlklil. iml('enlnul.
4:” Kit Iiundy’a sllt‘k «heme; ULUId Tum litilllor.
6M Kit, Ilandy’a Deliveranve; or. iinnner inn.

680 Kit iiandy’a l’urd; or, Dnuntien Dun. the Freo-lmioe.
7!” Kit, Bandy lilltilt'd' or, 'I‘iw Ininntiiiani.

79:. an Handy In Red lioIn: or. 'le'uungWhirlwind.
799 Kit Dandy“ lli‘ "Millie: Unsuiiiilt‘ King Stun.
804 Kli. Ilnmh'n lirizndos or. ihm. tiu- Mountain Guide.
92? Kid liutuiy‘n Brigade In Arizona.

9239 kl! iinndy‘n Slur Engagement.

158 JIM-k Drew. ill“ x"|l't'5l.~‘. m. Enuir Kit the “av Demon,
1N2 .Im-k Drew‘a Drop: ur, Lillie Iiurricmm the Boy Captain.
202 Jack Drew In Deadwood; or, l’rmpcct l'elt'.

2? Keen Knife on Guard: nr, Annlnw Alma" 30y Gala.
81 Keen.Kn|fl-. tin: l’rinre m the I'uuriu.
ii Vagabond Joe. the Young Wandering Jew.
18 The Dumb pr.
4| Lon-o thk, “w Young \iurtanpr.
58 The Border King: or.’l‘he Scent Foo.
51 Delaware lilok. tin. Your“: Rumor Spy.

4 llnwk-e e Harry ilw Young Trap Know.
88 lloliofit 0 Do I ungoerh ur,1‘he inn.
1“ liar-9 hot Rel th. Iiloman.
I“ Mar-Fm Soul: ihe SI em Hunter.
 iild Solitary, lim llnnilt Trapper.

‘izer To- tho Tau Terror.
2S4 Him-Mn Dick; or, Tmppor Tom’l Curtis.
.28 Lillie \ ililllrr, the Yuunx Prairie Norm-d.

8 Fire Part-on "1- u-rilvet or, The Little Ranger.
'l‘he Dir-guined Guide: or. Wild Raven, th- Ranger.
260 Dare-Devil Dan, the Younz Prairie Ranger.

.7. Minitakin Mike, the Boy Sharpnhooior,
800 Little Foxlre, the 805‘ Sun or, Ohl (‘uieb knuckle.
800 The Sky Den-on; or, Rambo“, the Ranger.
‘34 Whlpoking Joe, the )‘ Ram-hero.

409 here-let; nr, Dirk, the Boy Ranger.

4‘7 Webi‘oot Mono, illl' Tramp Detective.

45? Wingedfoot Fred 3 or. Hid Polar Suzi.
488 'l'arnarae Torn. the Big Tux-per Boy.

482 Stonewall "oh, lite Hwy Trmnn.

563 “hindering Ila-ll, iho- Hrrmit Boy Trappa.
65' Don llarr, the Plain: Frwlnnce.

670 Norway Nola, ihr BILr Boy Mountaineer.
77!“ III hland Iltirry. tlwWizard Rina“...
82B l’o "or Jack, lllr ilt'lr'clivu Sport.

"Y T. J. l‘l..\.\'.\i.‘vA.\'.
909 Midshipman Dare. the I’ll-into Catcher.

 

925 T3: You Cowboy Captain.
9“ Rum'l‘wo. idahiprnen; or, The CorMIr-Chmr'l Fini.

t BY DAN DUNNXNG.
746

an nlei. Jfik. ill?  #07:? Spy.
If an IE 8 n! he C;
875 Detective Davé'l Clo-e 0"”. mum“! “In

H84 l“ rel ox and III Girl [cm
898 Fri-Ire! Fox’s fiweelistakea.‘ ‘

Bi GEIIRGE O. JENKI.

5 Gil. Thar owney tho Unknown.
1:. Oil. Thar 0wney’l Pledge. «
518 The Del-on Doctor; or, Drndhold, the Kid Detective.

1 Double-Curve Dan. Inc Pitcher Delecflvg,

u Flute the Singer Detective; or Owney in a New Role.
The itoher lielroiive’tl lion; or, ow. Double Play.

8 Tile 00mm Dela-live: or. The LariCrnlae oiihe Black Boar.

I The Pitcher Deleoilve’a Ton heat Tania.

ii Larry the Thoroughhredi or, ton on Ivory 31....

ii Iron land. the Chum-d War.-

1 Uncle Sara's Detective in Chicago.

BY W]. G. I’ATTEN.

689 Violet. Vane, the hint Show or. no Jubiln oi Juno-n

«a Violet v. e . Vishnu. ’rt. 4...... cny on... 0...

0:8 :Iolec D a fly. the ram.
I

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UflflC-‘igi’:

l5 lo ne’- 'on-t or. oCraftv mum hen“,
I Viola "nae’o \on aam unfit. w: 
Violet Vane’a V . The Gum J‘oomu (my.

 Violet Vane. ll’l. VIM?" "hi  ‘ of 
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is. Violet Vane: th- Vnnquil «i. or. Th. 14 .9.
168 Violet. Vane: Vinloni or, Flay Handel we.
‘80 The lilo-non“; Danna". TIM Donia [and Bad Roch.
510 0a taut .1, :- tor. vein Ou. ,
.81 Ila ; "are in: port from My".

531 iild Bomb-hellfitm Ron"? Detail». '
004 Iron Fern the . all oi Fin: or, Among the “allure.

9 The ll I'le Dem vet or.1"ha Doohlo iirl Winona
:11 III-n- l ave'n Daad ardt onTlioCIuclocngcu'
“M lloun Boy Frank. t a You" Amour" n

«so Wild Vulcan. the Lana-Rang. idor.
14 0M iii-cry the Man from Mimnrl.

‘ Clear-Brit Cnl, iiw NeverSM-Dio Dom".
7!” Sam Sheridan, the Sun-t Servica Spatial.
I306 Cowboy Steve the Ranch Mum-ti.

8'0 Nobhy Nat. the Tenderiuot Detective.
830 flharncr Htoke‘a Double Deal. .
857 spoiler Bob In how 1 orh.

660 Spotter Bob‘a Ii owery Rocket.

8" CDMIN EL BELLE ilAllA.

on oflho Gen; 0', Tho V’nilod Lady.
nond: or. The Gambler I Big Gm.

ill CAPTAIN I'll ED. W lllTTAKlfl.
h»  m m  ..

n- t , or.
is: Dnrii  hora-lad“?
once an i at. Thu Chilton oi tho Chm.
he Sword Ila-coral or flu» laud oiiho In. uni Rum
The Loni 0a to! in sauna.“ MI. ..
h "Mm hm oi tho Pinned Ian

Milo Router tho Animal Kim in... the World.
The Tiger Tar-tort or 'l‘iu much Magic.

not lo . tho Dom . 
California Joo'l War Tral

BY CAPT. J. l‘. 0. ADAII.

Nick Whiillu’a Boy ,
$33113} lhzrbgaiéhot of tho Wag”
l per.

  ‘3! lIeil‘gr, in ‘l'ha Val a! 
The White ndlani or.‘l‘h- Scoot of o Yum
“Id Zi 'n Collin: or, The Whom in an '00,...
1 than .3 Jo, tin Turroi Qi Ilia Prairie.

ek Raekraini or. Boa. lilo Ion-lo TV

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BY T. C. llAllllACGll.

viii Niol.‘ o' the Night: or. Th" Br-y Shy W76-

“? 'l‘ho Illddpn nudge; or The Lillir- Hunter.

4? N|xh1|u ale h "1,; ur, Tm: ervsl ('iiptflills.

64 Dually luck} or, The Outlaws oi'the Oregon Trait.

S2 KI! llurei‘ont, the Wood-Hnwk: or, (lid Powder-{ac-

94 Midnight Jar-Li ..r, The liny Trapper,

“Ni "Ill Frosty, line (.‘uinle; hr, '1 he “hits Queen.

123 Kiowa Char-on the \Vliile )ilillnngrr.

189 Jud e In Iu'll Jr.t or. The ill-v Vigilante.

155 Holt 'l‘r x or. HIV Sin rt; or. T Ie (.‘irl Avenger.

169 'l‘ormuio ' om; «r, injun Jack Frnm Red Core. ,

188 Ned Temple, the l'wrllrr lioy; or, 'i‘ln- _\lr.d Hunter.

1:»: Arkan—nwt (-r. '1‘in qu- n U! Fate‘s Rewnge.

90'! NBVIUO Nli'l.‘ the BM' Gold Hunter.

flil’) (‘npiuin llnl oi; .-r, Littlw Tut-knot’. Frugnde.

Bill I’Iuoky l‘hil: or. lion. Illr Rut Jezulu-l.

241 "ill liravox or. Tm» Rough! (Ii [he RM‘liiQI.

255 (‘npialn Anoll , (no: Kiucvi’in ul' Bowl».

fill? The lhwkaLIn lieu-oih'e: or. Tin- King of Road-Ann“.
279 "Id \l'lm-h; or, The iiiu'htlkill ivenwadma

994 Dvnnmlie Dan; or. Tim Bmvie liimio- 4.! (:nchetopa.

802 ’l‘ “- Mouninin Deiei-iivc: or. The Trigger Bar Bully.
816 liloi l‘k-llpno, Trumn Card ul‘ Arizona.

826 The Ten l'urdni nr. The Terror n1Tnke~Notiu

886 “la Bert-on: or, The Quin-ll n! the Law-o.

B45 l’lllleilll hllltt: or, Red 'l'huruiorltoll’n Secret.

35“ 1‘1an Film nmi l’urv'i 0' The Terrible Six.

886 Velvet Fool. tit» Indiun llvieciive.

8‘6 (‘anialn (‘niiaui M.‘ h.- ll ncaneer’l Girl Foe.

B96 Rough "oh; or. The 'win Champions oi e Bin».

4“ The Mike" .aaunx vr.The Kaiser Ram‘h Mn.

41“ Felix Fox. the Buy Spotter; or. The Guid Gan‘g oiNew Yofi.
425 Texas Trump. in. in. der Rattler. '

43“ I’ll“ Flat-it, the New '1' rli Fox; nr.The Mystery oi Room il.
445 The City Vnmniron or, Red Rolre’. Pint-uh.

461 line Against Flfiy; or. The Last Man of Keno Bar.

470 The lloy Shadow: or, Felix Fox's Hunt.

4?? The hxecluior root-t: or. The Whihiugion Spoil".
499 siltle Right; the Ont-Eyed Sport.

502 Branded Ben. "10 Mill” Ferm-

5l9 'loditel' nick. the WimrIZS y Dvirriive.

'lodgcl' Dick’s ll out Do to: or. The Gotham Gold Gang.
Fox and Falcon. ihu Rm. er) sundown

Dodger Dir-l. the Dock Ferret.

"Ionizer Dick‘- Double: or. The Rival Boy Detectors.
"iodcor Diok’a Deanerate Can.

568 Dodger Dirk. ihr Boy Virincq; or. The Gang oi'i'hroe.

7 The Two Rhndowax or. l‘ndgur Dirk’r Stop Garbo.

5". limiter lilt-k'a Drop; or. The Man from Janey.

594 .Iitie Lon. the Street-singer Detective.

("0 Old Skinner, the Gold Shark: or. Tony Sharp on Guard.
(W6 The Champion l'urda: or, Th. Luciier oi Silver Bar.
687 Dir-k Doan. the Dock Bm- Dctectivv.

845 Kit. the Pavement flharn.

658 lillly Bantam, ilw BOY limitle-

“71 JilrM-y Jed, the Ilnx‘ iiuaiier; or. Shadowing the Shadower.
685 Happy llllltlir the Boy Munlrinn Duh-Clive.

701 Photo rnpll F red. lilo (‘unwm Sharp.

7i“ \‘Vlill‘ fill’lllfl‘ l on. Iiw ankvr City Fond.

732 "ill-y “all, the l'uwnwnt hater-live: or, Trapping Big Gum.
742 lliliy “'inkn, the Po” Iluy Prim-tire.

754 "ill?! “Vlllkll, the lion Bur Shallow.

7i!” Rm; 0 Ned. the Boy on Guard: or, Tn. Camp Sold“

780 Tonknway Toll. the Red Wizard

827 The Bantam !por ‘
84“ (Villa, the Bat ry Fort-tit a, can mm tall Play
89? Davy Doon’n I. Bonner. a
005 gandfi Nu get. tho Bo~ Shadow.
9.! ho oy Denver.

 

I“ CllA FILES HORRID.

118 Will Semen, the Boy Demtm.
1:: gr“ Ilaril 3th.; Bo“ my. I! Do u
ogymte o i or ' Memo t 0 he“
80 liner-live Biol: 1 or: The Hamlin Raga '

 

140 I (home I arr ~ lit. Boon-inch Doiolziiv
141' ill?! Wildfire ih’a’Thorouhbt-ed. °' .
m i I: he... “in: Wildi'in’c lint-er.
157 Mike lorry the Harbor Policv Boy.
16! Will W Ildlre in the Woods
1:5 Bi'llly Baggage. the Railroad Bo . .
1 0 a rainy Card: or. Will Wildfio Win and I...
174 oh 0(- kelti or. Myst-rho of Now York.
It” Bob loo he“. that Bani! Runner.
  en lanai] bx, Willgildflnl'lomknnu.

a yar . w t y; or. SW
189 Bob Roe Kettl 0?. Driven in tho Wall.
196 shadowed l; or. Bob iwkett's Fight for min.
200 D rk l’na . the 'i in» King.
no Daahing Dave, the Band Doinctiu. /
880 Tom Tanner on The B lick Sheep oi the Hut.
.05 Sara Chama the Premium Only.

5 I hadow Rail. iho‘ltiouonger Boy. ;
' ‘he Two “ Blood: ”: or. Shenandoah Bill .4 Ilia Can.
u ilk-k Daahaway t' or, A Dakota Boy in Chic . .
' ‘he Young Sharp-t or . Rank-hing Mih’nmt N].
I 4 . ol y Jim. thr Detectiva Ar rentira.
‘g ii .lol y Jill'l Jolt; on’l‘hr nun! Detail".

8 'i‘he Waier-llonndt or, The Young T'th .
5 Juhaway. «Dakota: or. A wemru Lad in Qatar City.
laiph Ready. tho Hotel Boy Dotortiu. ‘
'lr'gun'nm't'e‘ 'i‘t' 1.13"“ “wilin m

o opor rer- e we or. yarn lat-d.
80? M lde-Awflke Joe: or. A ally ot'th. Tim.

 

.79 l r . the .evelert or. Tho Blood: at tho Boolovud.
‘03 “P01! Jli'lk. the Rivw at newliva. 

“8 he bout Finger: or. hr Entrnnped Cutler.

4’9 red Flyer. tho- Report" Duet-"w. .

m invincible Locum. the Pinkerton Fami.

‘5 h! Erick. the Joiiy Vagabond.

M I «Awake Jerrv, Detective; or Enimnbedfiiln.

479 Detroth "0‘ e! or. Tho Mvaien' "l Frank Hart 0
48" “'"d “iv: Horton or, How He. Fought for Honor.y
Mil Boots. the Boy Fireman i or. TM Sb"? '0" ‘5' 35m
556 The Secret " orvlee Bov Detective-
NM J nun i e i or. amh Amour Wolvu.

07 v rut-o oi Arltnnamli 01‘. Th? WM“! “'0 ’0“-
qulaior.

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“I ‘Tarlto Bill a. s . _. ,
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1 The Two mum Binary
31,106?!“ ‘hzf%7yfi&:'or,flo Fortnnu oi a Girl.
0 II"? 0 hill f .
us Joe nm «'1’ Ana‘eln 45%. Boy Pard. '
: gov :01? Kalli." Ak‘l'nio (gnh and In (loll...
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:54 ¥hnhla iok. the 6.3.3.1.; "m" m ' M

D an! Ted. in. Arizona Sport.
1 Cool Colorado, tho Hammad Detach.
18 Cool Colorado In New York: or, The cowtoy'. Ma
BY mm. ALFRED 3.1.va 0. 1‘. A.
Ill 13"an Dill . the Boy Bniiwhacher.

 

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£69 The llival Giant! ofNowhar‘.

98 (‘aviun llnrr. tha Man irom Hard Luck.

58? "Id Buckeye. ihe Sierra Shadow.

564 l'ou‘dor PM], the Boy Minor. or. The Man Withouia Put.
609 Holly Dori-Ii. tiw "ell-run Drleciivr. ;)
620 Link- Lightning“- lmnxur: or, The Mv-tery oitne inland 
8H8 l’Inr-Ly Paul, 1. a “UV l’rnnperlor. '
751 Gold-Dual Dan, the'l‘rnii Pnirol.

75i- fiold llu-i Dnn‘n Cnih: or. RH:le Kohl)" Regulate!
928 Gold-Dunl linn‘n Fnap-l‘hot.

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8 Yellownone Jaek; or, The anr.
48 Rial-I. John, the itnml-Agmt; or. te Outlaw'l Ram».
65 Ilnrrlenno Illll; or, Mustang Sam and Hi. Yard.

119 Mouton Sam 3 or,The King oi the Plains.

186 Night-[funk Kill wr, 'I he Ilanxilier oi the Ranch.
1“ Dainty Lam-e lite Boy Spon.

l5] l'anihor l’aul: unilalnty Lance to the React".

160 The lllucl.’ Giant: or, Dainty Laure in Juopardy.

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184 The lioy Trailer-x or, Duinly Lam-e on the War-Path.
208 The Do ' l’arda; or. Dainty Lance Unmukl.

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677 Chineapin Dnn’a Seoond Trail.

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728 SI \‘u-rhlado. the Shot-hone.

729 I‘lh’orblndc, the Hull-Blood: or.'I‘he Border Beude

T89 Silver-Made, the Hmtiie: or, The Border Beagle’l'l‘nil.

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315 Ned, the Cabin lloy: or, The Witch oi tho Port
820 The Sea Son-ere“: or, The Boy Shipper. . 2

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‘87 The Land Irate: or, The Lame of vll’l Ill

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1 Deadwood Dick, the Prince oi the Road.
:18) ::(‘1|(}\\Oot‘i  D'ciiancc: Hr, lmuhlv Diiki’t‘fl-
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85 Dead‘wo‘od Di(ck in "Print-hit: u a J B n
42 Deadwood lck'n Bonanza; or, The Phantom Miner.
49 Deadwood l’it'k,1ll‘1’lillzel'; on“, Duration“.
57 Deadwood Dick in hag-lea; or, [he l’ards oi Flood Bar.
:1; Bend“ om: “ii-bun] Des-kc tivl’. (‘alzimidty J. media]: lleroine
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100 Deadwood Dick in Leadv‘ille: or m 1 mm IL
 “eagwooal 3:01;": IDfiyitce ;“or,'i‘l'e Douhlu Cross Sign.
on “'00 (‘ ' “I l' (‘0 Yt‘.
{:9 I'D,eadiwloodl  Double: or.’l‘lw Gnrunn’e GulchGhont.
.4. "tint-2:31. ooh: lii1;"§.'.ii'.1.‘;‘.Ilf‘i'm‘f..‘i’llzi...
_15_ Deadwood Dick oi' Deadwood! or, The l'lf‘lir‘ti Party.
19.) Deadwood DIck’I Dream; :-r,'l’he Bivulnnl'the Road.
201 Deadwood Dick's \Yaru; 0'. The Black ilill’u Jozi-hcl.
 11::333333 3103's,. goo]; gnur, frilaiuilyJune’s Adventure.
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221 Deadwood chk’n lDof-xtii-Igl‘imt.
932 Gold-Duet Dick. A Ruinanreof Roughe and Tonehs.
 3:233:33 Brit’s Bulge onifhe Spirit of Swamp Lake.
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809 Deadwood chk’u Deal; or,’i‘he Gold Brick oiOrezon.
 Bead wood I’il'id’ll Dozen: or, The Pnkir oi‘i’hnntmn Flats
~85! Deadwood  ii Dncatlx or, (Days in the makings.
862 "3:18:23!" I'lfih’slil‘llisigt'cdi or, lne Terrible lendettn.
405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City.
410 Deadwood chk’u Diamonds.
4. Deadwood Dick in New York; or, A "Cute Case."
430 Deadwood Dick'r- Dust: or,The Chained “and.
    Uri?!“ Crimson Crescent Sign.
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458 Deadwood Dick; Jr.’s, I‘iill‘lill(iin(l.
459 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’il, Biz Round-lip.
465 Deadwood Dick Jr.’ii Racket at Claim 10.
 Ilzeagwoottll  Jr.:II Corral; 0r, Bozenisn Bill.
451 1.33.333. D (:k‘ Ii? “inl'i‘igaiiatgd've'
491 Deadwood ID ck: Jriia. Compact. .
496 Deadwood chk Jr.’ Inheritance.
500 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’i\ DI ings.
.608 Deadwood Dick, .lr.’s. Deffverance.
515 Deadwood chk Jr.‘e l’rotegee.
 geagwood  31-3.. gliree.
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534 Deadwood Diok’. JrJ'i’, Dufiiriiu'ift'f“
589 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Texas.
544 Deadwood Dick, Jr., the Wild West Vidooir
649 Deadwood Dick, Jr., on Ills Mettle.
554 Deadwood 1ch ', Jr., in Gotham.
.561 Deadwood Dic .ir., in onton.
567 Deadwood Die ' Jr., in Philadelphia.
579 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Chicago.
578 Deadwood Dick. Jr.. Afloat.
5 Deadwood Dick. Jr.. in Denver.
590 Deadwood Dick. Jr.’-, Decree.
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coo Deadwood Diok,’ Jr.”s, Lani? le'L‘iry.
'612 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Detroit.
618 Deadwood Dick, Jr. in Cincinnati.
694 Deadwood chk, Jr., irgNevada. r
680 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in No Man’s Land.
686 Deadwood Dick. Jr., Aiter the Queer.
642 Deadwood Dick Jr.. in Bulalo.
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660 Deadwood Dick: .1 r."s fizagnnfe C125: e"
666 Deadwood Dick, Jr., ack in the Mines.
672 Deadwood Die .1 r., in Duranxo; or, “ Gathered In."
353 lii‘i‘iiiiig‘i iiifi‘l’ 53:: 6'15"" ’ °" Fm“ ' hm"
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690 Deadwood Dick; Jr.'s. Dollar...
695 Deadwood Di Jr., at Danger Divide.
700 Deadwood Dick. Jr.'n, Drop.
704 Deadwood Dick, Jr., at Jack-Pot.
710 Deadwood ick Jr., in San Francisco.
716 Deadwood Dic' Jr.’s Still Hunt.
722 Deadwood ch ’ .lr.’s Dominoes.
798 Deadwood ch ' Jr.’s, Dir-guise
784 Deadwood Dic' Jr.’n. Double Deal.
740 Deadwood Dick Jr.’s. Deathwatch.
747 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’u, Douhlet.
752 Deadwood Dick. .ir.’u, Deathblow.
753 Deadwood Dick, .Ir.‘-, Desperate Strait.
764 Deadwood Dick, .lr.’-, Lone llund.
1’79 Deadwood 1ch ', .ir.’s Defeat.
776 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’~, Rev-Iirrection.
782 Deadwood Dick. Jr.’il Dark Days.
787 Deadwood Dick Jr., Dciied.
792 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Double Device.
797 Deadwood Dick, Jr’.e. Deepcrate Venture.
802 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’n, Diamond Dice.
807 Deadwood Dick Jr.’-, Royal Flash.
819 Deadwood Dick, Jr.'u "cad-oil.
816 Deadwood Dick. Jr.’n. Rival.
826 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’i-, Boom.
828 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s. Scoop.
884 Deadwood Dick, .lr.’il, l’rox .
840 Deadwood Dick. Jr.’il, Clutc .
845 Deadwood chk, Jr.’i-, Ill h Horse.
859 Deadwood Dick Jr., at lfevil’s Gulch.
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870 Deadwood Dick: Jr.. in Mexico.
876 Deadwood Dick, Jr’s Decoy Duck.
882 Deadwood Dic ‘, Jr. in Silver Pocket.
891 Deadwood Di Jr.’rl, Dead-Sure Game.
898 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’n, Double Drive.
904 Deadwood Dick, Jr-’I. Trade-Mark.
910 Deadwood Dick, Jr., at 'l‘i -ToD.
916 Deadwood Dic , Jr.'il lDouKle-Dcckerfl
929 Deadwood Dic ', Jr., at Dollarville.
984 Deadwood luck, gm; atéfil‘liinh Flats.
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94o Deadwood Dick: he...’ Double iii-op.
951 Deadwood Dick, Jr.‘s, Right Bower.
957 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s. Tcn-fitrike.
965 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Gold-Dust.

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190 Dandv arke; or. The Tigers at High Pine.

’10 Faro Frank: or, Dandy Dsrlre’s Go-Down Ford!)

813 The Hustler Rogue-Catcher.

888 Poker l’ete’s Double Dod e,

851 The Tie-To flnort ; or, liighfiiultling st. sinners’ Flst.‘
888 Monte Saul, the floor .

901 Diamond Da vc, the Gilt-Edge Bhootorh

919 Crack-Shot Dal-y’s Drop,

981 The ['1 ort in Velvet; or” Big Burk’s Bluff.

945 Billy ird‘s Bonanza: or, The Rook-Revam’ Root-Out.
969 Flip-Flap Fred at Hard l’an ‘

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’30 Bolehud Rob: or. Mum-i le, the Knight.
84 Ro-Acluid Iiob on "and: ur. ldyl, llw liirl Minor.
8H lion-bud Boli‘a liea Hicnriince; or. l’lwiugriipli Phil.
2! Ito-child iiob'u (‘luiiicligcz or, (fiuusunnu ('hl r.
277 Denver Doll. the lh-m tixc Queen: i-r, ’l’lu- i'anlu-l-‘s Surround
291 Denver Doli’a Victory: or, Skull and ('r....».h~no.<.
3‘5 Delht'l' Doli'n Decoy; or. iliiilc liill's linuii'lxa.
 I‘Denver Doll‘u Drii‘i; or. The ltnml Queen.

v rekii dial. the iiolil-(iiiilicrei' or Th» Life Lo r .
872 Yreka .illii'il l’rizc; nr', 1 lu- “Mini... oiKVulw-lfp. “e y
8H5 \‘ rcku .lliu'n Joker ' or, The liiruls of Red Nose.
iii-i9 \vreka .Ilai's New iinle; Ir, liii‘y‘le lieu.

394 1 reka Jim oi’ Yiibu Dani.

209 Ifrllz. the liluundrlioy Deter-two: or. hot in-q-ilc Game.
213 l" rilz to the Front 3 or, The \'clilrlloqllisi Hunter.
211 hit-l'ra Hum, lh. Frnnlii-r Ferrrt; or. A Sister‘s Devotion.

91>." h'lcri'a Ham»: Secret; or, The liloudv Biminriiiti.
958 Sierra fliim’u Paul; or, The Angel ui Big Vista.
958 Hierra Ham's Keven; or,'l'he Stolen Bride.
BB 1 Kangaroo Kilt or. The Mysterious Miner.
889 Ran aroo Kit’s Rucke ; nr. ’l‘hr l’ridcni Played-Out.
3!}: I'Dfntliil‘hief, lh-te<|~ti\'c; 1”", Life in New York.
' ‘ 10 or eiccl \c: or, (-‘uld ruin, the Sim shooter.
96 “'Ilil'll-i'iyc, iln- Dem-iirc: or. Arnhs null Aligzis.
117 Gilt-Edged Dick, the S wrt Detective
14.5 Cantnin Ferret, llll‘ 'cw York Detective.
New 1'ork Nell, the lioydiirl Detective.
226 The A l‘iiD Deiccilve: or, Summer, the [toy Sharp.
:31  [illiillili‘ly F‘erret. h D
5 '0 (‘3', (‘ ev .1 (‘o.,t 9 I'tw‘tivea of i’hiladel his.
848 Manhattan 1“ kc, the Bowery lh-iective. p
460 “'rlnklcn. the Night-Watch Detective.
416 111211 "lit Harry. the Base Brill Detective.
439 Flam filnhlldefl. the Beggar-Boy Detective.
484 Jim Beak and Pa], Private Detectives.
$6 (llovcn “not; the liutl'nln Demon: or, The Border Vultures.
32 “OD Woolf; or, The Girl [iced-Shut.
45 Old Avalanche: or, Wild Edna, the Girl Brignnd.
58 Jlui Bind-roe, Jr., the lioy Phenlx.
61 Bilckhorn Bill: or. The Red liiiln Team.
92 Canada (‘het : or, ()ld Anaconda in Sitting Bull‘s Camp.
113 Jack 1103'10 the Young Siieculntor.
1'5 Bonanza Bill, Miner; or. Madam Mystery, the Forger-
183 Boos Bob the King or lioothlm-ks.
141 Solid Ham, the HM‘ Bond-Agent; nr, The Branded Brows.
177 Nobb Nick oi’ Nevada: or, The Sierras Srainps.
181 “'ild ‘rank ill" Buckskin Bravo; or, Lady Lily’s Love.
2156 Apollo Bill, the Trail Tornado: or, Rowdy Rate.
340 0,010,“. K“, the Young Gladiator; or, The Locked Valley.
278 Jumbo Joe, the lioy Patrol: or. The Rival Heirs.
.99 A No. 1, the Dashing Toll-Taker.
808 ’lea Jane, the riirl Miner; or, the lion-Served Sport.
680 Little 1 nick-Shot; or The Dead Face oiDsuersvlilo.
858 First-C an Fred, Ihe (x'ent iroin Gopher.
378 Nabob Ned z or. The Secret ofSlsh City.
888 Cool Kit, the King of Kids; or, A Villain‘n Vengeance.
‘33 tin-ta Fe Sal, the Slasher; or, A Son’s Venteanr.
636 Real-kin Barn. the Snorkler: or The Tribunal of T911.
918 Kit Keith. t 0 Revenue Spotter.
929 901 Hliurpe. the New York Night-Hawk.
943 Old liayseed Among Buneo Men. ‘

BY J. C. COWDRIOK.

‘90 Broadway Billy, the Boothlsck Bravo.

514 Broadway Billy’u Boodle: or, Cleaiiug sStrenge Cue.
586 Broadway Billy’s ‘lDiiiikllty.”

557 Broadway Billy’n Death Racket.

579 Broadway Billy’s Surpri-e Party.

605 Broadway Billy; or,Tln~ BoyDetective'sBiz inning.
698 Broadway Billy’s Dead Act! onle LelKIIt-oiSev-en.
669 Broadway Billy Abroad; or, The Boothlsck in Frisco.
675 Broadway Billy’s Benn or,BentinK San Frsncisco'sFlnest.
til-i7 Broadway Billy in Clover.

696 Broadway Billy in Texan; or, The River Rustlers.
708 Broadway Billy’a Brand.

711 Broadway illy at Santa Fe; or,’l‘he Clever Desi.
720 lroadWay Billy’n Wall "and: or, The Gsinln Detective.
785 lrondway Billy’s Businenn.

788 Broadway Billy’- (‘urioun Case.

758 iroadwuy Billy III Denver.

769 {roadway Billy’s Bargain; or,Tho Three Detective.
769 Broadway Billy, the Retriever Detective-

775 iroadway Billy‘s: Shadow (‘hn-e.

768 iroadway Billy‘n Beach-u: or, ’l‘ln-Trio‘a Quest.
786 {road win Billy‘u Team: or. The Comblnr’s liig Pull.
799 {roadway Billy’n Brigade; or, The Deed Alive.

796 {roadway Bllly'n Queer Bequest.

800 {roadway Billy Baffled.

805 ironinin Billy’n Fl nal Scoop.

810 {roadway Billy’n “' pe Out.

915 {roadway Billy’u Bank Racket.

821 iroadway Billy’u Bluii'.

826 Srondway illly Amonf Jcreey 'Ihn'a.

888 {roadway Billy’u Rnii.

r189 {roadway Billy'u BI: Boom.

844 {roadway Billy": Big Bulge.

849 Broadway Billy": him 000 Brian.

1156 iroadway Billy'n Blim : or, The linotblsck Stowaway.
869 lroadway Billy in London.

869 lroailway Billy Hhudown London Slums.

87-1» iroadway liilly‘u French Game.

880 troadway Billy and the Bomb-Throwers.

860 Silver-Mask, the Men of Mystery; or, The Golden Keys.
869 Shasta, the Gold King: or, ForSeven Yours Dead.
490 The Detective’s A prentice: or, A Boy Without a Name.
494 Clhuta John: or, ed~Hot Times at Ants Bar.

489 sandy Sam, the Street Scout. «

‘67 Disco Dan. the Dslsy Dude.

566 Redll‘ht Ralph the Prince oithc Road.

584 The Engineer Detective! 0', Redlizht Ralph’s Reeolve
548 Mart, the Night Ex resii Detective.

571 Air-I‘lle Luke t e Young: Engineer; or, The Double Case
59. The Boy Plnkprtong or, Running the Rascals Out.

615 Fighting "arr the Chief of (‘hninod Cyclone.

640 Bareback Bet i, the (‘nntaur of the Circle.

647 T pcwflter 'l‘llly, the Merchant's “find.

659 oonllght Morgan the “ Pl:t-nest"l\ian oi’ Ante Bu.
887 Battery Bob. the Dock Detective.

894 Arizona Dick’l “i c-Out.

900 Junipina' Jack’s . uhllec.

906 fiat‘ety Ham. the Cyrie Sport.

91% Train Boy Tri-t’n llot llustle,

918 The Trumn Dock-Boy.

921 Big Boots Bob, the ‘lre-Laddie.

980 Rustler Ralph, the Boy Spotter.

985 The Ex-New-hoy IDctcctlvc’s China.

941 The Bowling Green Dctcctlve‘s Drop. _

944 Cowhoy‘ Charlie’s Double. “~-

947 The Bowery'aD'rci-ticr; or. The Butcher-Boy's Backer.
953 l’addy’u Trump Card; or, Silver Sallie, the Girl Sport.
960 The Broadway Rport; or, Flyer Fred‘s Clear Cm. ‘

BY HAROLD PAYNE.

848 Dan, the River Sport: or, Felling the Frisco Sharp}
692 Bowery Ben in Chinatown. "

911 Bowery Bob, the East-side Detective”

959 The Circus Detective.

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BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM.

964 Buli'iilo Bill‘n Decoy: or. 'l'hcAi-izmia Crack Shot.
9‘58 Buil'alo Bill'n Mam-ppn-(‘llnniu
94H Biiil'alo "ill'n Snap-Shot: or. Wild Kid's Texan Tally
9-12 Buil'alo Bill‘s ’l‘olurli ’l‘llsele.
980 Buffalo Blll'n Boy Magical; or, Joe Jnrvi-:’ Hold-up.
929 Buifalo Blll’n t'rack-nhot Part .
659 Biiifalo Blil‘n Boy l’nrd; hr, lhliterilv Hill).
216 Blnon Bill. the l'rinn- oi the Reins. ‘
222 Bison liill'n (‘lucg ur. (irit, the Bravo Sport,
BY BI'FFALO BILL.
8 Kaunas King; or, The, Red Right Hand.
19 Tile Phantom fl ry: or,’i he Hint of the Prairie.
' 55 Deadly-Eye. the ilnknown Scout. or, Thr- Banded Brotherhood
16" Border ‘Boliin flood: or, The Prairie Rover.
158 Funny Frank of Colorado: or, The 'l‘rapper’s Trnst.
BY CAPT. ALFRED B. TAYLOR, u. S. A.
191 Buifalo Billy. the Boy Bullwhacker.
194 Buil'alo Bill’s Bet: or. The Gambler Guide.

 

BY COLONEL PRENTISS INGRAIIAM.
932 New York .Vai’s Dro : or, Ex-Fi-rrctSykes’ Bold Gan“;
926 New York Nut and l ic 'l raiior i‘erret.
920 New York Nat ’i'ramieii.
914 New York Nai‘a 'i lircc of a Kind.
908 New York Nat’n Double.
902 New York Nnt‘n in ('olorado.
896 New \ork Not in Gold Nugget Camp.
899 New York hat’n Deadly Deal.
888 New York Nat‘s ('rook-(‘hat-e.
877 New York Nat’n Trump ('ard.
871 New York Nat and the Grave Ghouls.
\ ork hat'n Masked Mascot.
809 New York Nat. thi- Gamin Detective.
853 Dick Dumn’n Kidnap er Knock-out.
847 Dick Doom's Ten Sir ke.
H42 Dick Dooin’s Finn-h "and.
772 Dick Doom‘u lit-ilih-“rip; or, The Detective by Destiny.
777 Dick Doom’n Dec-tiny; or, The River Blscklez‘s Terror. 
7R4 Dick Doom; or. 'l he Sharp: and Sharks oi New York.
788 Dick Doom in "onion; or, A Man oi Many Masks.
798 Dick Doom in Chicago.
798 Dick Dooni in the “ ild “'elt.
808 Dick Doom‘il (‘lean Sweep; or, Five Links in s Clue.
k Doom’s Dcntli ('lue.
818 Dick Doom’s Diulnond Deal.
819 Dick Dooni’n Girl Mascot.
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749 3:. . ..- caning.» The Kentucky'l'endericot’s FireiTrali.
766 D..- . n; Charlie’s Destiny! 0". 7'10 RenGKMO'I (7'1"th
760 ‘ _ (‘harlle‘s Pawnee l’ard.
7 6 - Charlie, the Rescuer.
4 f 1 [not T.’]gf, King oi tin- Cowboys.
23" ] luck Taylor, the (‘munm'he'n (‘a dive.
48 Buck Ta lor'it Boyn: Ir,’l‘hc Re Ridersoi the Rio Grande.
00 Dawnee 1.3111, the i‘rairirShsdower.
18 J’awnoe lull; or, (‘rirl, the Mail Cowboy.
19 ’awnee Bill’s l’lcdxc: on'l'ho (‘owhoy‘sDoom.
725 ’awnee Bill: or. During Dick.
692 ledi'crn’n (‘nrlonn Cole: 0|. Th6 “High-'1"-
697 Bedfch at De \‘ll’l Bunch; or,The Sher from Tot“.
709 Redi'ern’n High "and; or, Blue Jacket-
707 “cafe..an Lg,“ Trail: or, The Red SouibreroRsngou.
And Fii'ly Others.

BY LIEUT. A. K. 8138.

589 Tom-Cat and Ford; or. The Dead Set st Silverfilty.
622 'l‘omoflnt'g Triad; or. The Aifnir at Tombstone.
681 Tom Cat’s! Terrible Tank; or, The (‘nwboy Detective.
688 Tom-Cat’n Triumph or, Bisck Don’s Greet Combine.
546 Captain Caetul the hnpsrrsl Cock; or, Josh’s Ten Strike
568 The Dandy of Dodge; 01’. Ru-‘Ulna lor Millions.
576 The Silver Fport; cr. Josh l’epperinint’s Jubilee.
588 Raffron Ho], the Man “'lth a Shadow
661 llii p "ans, the Dutch \‘ldncq; cr,liot'l'lmesst Round-Up
61 1 Bil ad Barnacle, the Detective Hercules.
646 (lowho Gill, the Panic-Range Detective.
657 Warbliiig “'illlam the Mountain Mountehenk.
665 Jolly Jeremiah, tln- Piains Detective.
6 6 “1211111 Flam, the Lookout Scout.
689 Billy the Hype y Spy: or, The Mystery of Two leus.
699 flimpie l‘illl. ihe Broncho Doctor: or. For Big Stakes. I,
712 The Mcnmcriut Emu-ix or, The Diyltififid Detective. '
788 Toltec Tom. the Mud Prospector.
745 Kahlil! Jim. lhv ('rnss-("ut Detectiva.
761 Marmadukc, the Mustanger Detective.
778 The Run-tier oi’ Rolling Stone.
785 Lone "and Joe. the Cmuiuittee MOM.
1101 Kent Kirby, ihc High—Kicker irom Killbuck.
335! The Doctor Dctc ctive in Texan.
878 Two Showmcn Detective: in Colorado.
987 The Texan Fir-chum“ or, Brazos Billy‘s Snap.Shot.\
961 The Trump‘s Trump- rick. -
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909 Midshipman Dar-c, the Pirate Catcher.
925 The 1 ounir Cowboy (‘apt nin. ’ x
988 The Two Midshipmen; or, The Corsair-Chasers First

Cruise.
949 The Three Lieutenantni
959 TI“- Mm.(-ot, Middy g or. The Four Commanders.
966 FightingZJack fiiiubrick.

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S6'2 1ti£li11RUiLUlvRnilm'('ililllllliull.

H55 The. C «vb-iv (‘lliel'k' Sure-Shot.

MS The Rival Red-lint Sports.
8'37 Curly Kill. the .‘heyl-nne Sport.

5,-2.4 The, Soft Jinn l Detl ctivc.

815 The Sol't li inll‘s Clutch.
809 l).in Dum. the Soft-Hand Sport.

796 The Frisco lit-tectlve’s ’l‘hng-Tangle.

789 Sim t‘ary. the. River Sp' rt.
780 The Dead Sport’s Double.
l’rinee John. Detective S ecial.

763 Dandy Don, the Deliver )etectiVe.

7.31 ’l he Man fioni Texas; or. Dangerfield,

Doctor Deti-CiiVO.

744 Sweepstakes Sam, the Silver Sport.
720 The Secret Six; or, Old Halcyon.
712 The Man 01' Silk.

705 Bantam Bob. the Beauty from Butte.

693 Kent K’ISSIDH, the Preacher Sport.

683 Bob Breeze, the Rounder Detective,
‘31?) Steel Snrry, the Sport from Sunrise.

668 Solemn S:il1l‘.—: Luck Str.ak.
661 The (jet-'l‘lr-re Sharp.

6'11 Silverlip St We, the Sky Scraper from Siskiyou.
615 Gopher tiahe. the Unseen Detective. '
' Dunlv l).tl'llll;;, Detective.

627 Mossluck Mose, the. Mountaineer.

617 The. Grip Sal-k Sharp's Even up.

597 Big Bandy, the Brigadier of Brimstone. Butte.
588 Sandy Sands. the Sharp from Snap City.
.576 Silver-Tongned Sid; or, Grip Sack Sharp’s Sweep.
564 The Grip-Sack Sharp; or. The Seraphs of Sodom.
555 Grip-Sack Sid. the Sample Sport.
7 The Buried Detective; or. Saul’s Six Sensations.
Major Magnet, the Mail of Nerve. ’

535 Dandy Dutch. the Decorator from Dead-Lift.
527 Dandy Andy, the Diamond Detective.

.514 Gabe Guiin, the Grizzlyv from Ginseng.

504 Solemn Saul. the Sad Ian from San Saba.

495 Rattlepate Rob; or, The Roundhead’s Reprisal.
488 The Thoroughbred Sport.

474 Daddy Dead-Eye, the Desnot 01‘ Dew Drop.

466 Old Rough and Ready, the Sage of Sundown.
458 Dutch Dan. the Pilgrim from Spitzenberg.

450 The Rustler Detective.

443 A Cool Hand; or, Pistol Johnny’s Picnic.

438 Oklahoma Nick.

433 Laughing Leo; or. Sam’s Dandy Pard.

426 The Ghost Detective: or. The Secret Service Spy.
416 Monte Jim. ihe Black Sheep of Bismarck.

409 Rob Roy Ranch; or, The Imps 01' Pan Handle.
403 The Nameless Sport.
395 Deadly Aim, the Duke of Dcrringers.

387 Dirk Durjg. the Ishmael of the Hills.

379 Howling onathan. the Terror from Headwaters.
372, Captain Crisp. the Man with a Record.

367 A Royal Flush: or. Dan Brown’s Big Game.

360 Jumping Jerry. the Gamecock from Sundown.
355 Stormy Steve. the Mad Athlete.

351 Nor‘ West Nick. the BOrder Detective.

345 Masked Mark. the Mounted Detective.
 Spread Eagle Sam. the Hercules Hide Hunter.
331 Chispa Charley. the Gold Nugget Sport.
.324 Old Forked Lightning. the Solitary.
317 Frank Lightfoot. the Miner Detective.
302 Faro Saul. the Handsome Hercules.

292 Moke Homer. the Boss Roustabout.

286 Pistol Johnny; or. One Man in a Thousand.

283 Sleek Sam. the Devil of the Mines.

257 Death Trap Diggings: or. A Man ’Way Back.
219 Elephant Toni. of Durango.
2A Spit tire Saul. King of the Rustlers.

233 The Old lloy of Tombstone.

201 Pirate of the Placers: or. Joa uin's Death Hunt.
197 Revolver Rob: or. The Belle 0 Nugget Camp.
180' Old ‘49; or. The Amazon of Arizona.

170 Sweet William, the Trapper Detective.

165 Joaquin. the Terrible I
154 Joaquin, the Saddle King.
141 E uinox Tom. the Bully of Red Rock.

127 So Scott, the Masked Miner.

119 Alabama Joe: or. The Yazoo Man-Hunters,

105 Dan Brown of Denver: or. The Detective.

88 Big George; or. The Five Outlaw,Brothers.

71 Captain Cool Blade: ‘or. Mississippi Man Shark,
67 The Boy J ockey: or, Honest y vs. Crookedness.
64 Double-Sight, the Death Shot.

50 Jack Rabbit, the Prairie Sport.

47 Pacific Pete. the Prince of the Revolver.

45 Old Bull s-Eye. the Lightning Shot.

40 Long-Hairet Pards; or.The Tarters of the Plains.
30 Gospel George; or, Fiery Fred. the Outlaw.

28 Three-Fingered Jack, the Road-Agent.

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. 810 Fire-Eye. the Thug’s Terror.

795 Old Night-Hawk, the Crook Shadower.

768 The Prin so of New York Crooks.

7'56 Old Burke, the Madison Square Detective.

747 Double-voice Dan's Double Disgmse.

715 Double-Voice Dan on Deck. , _
702 Doume'vowe Dan, the Always-on-Dcck Detective
696 Double-Voice Dan, the Go-it Alone Detective
689 The Sparkler Sharp.

676 Hurricane Hal. the Cowboy Hotspur.

669 Old True Blue. the Trusty.

663 The Giant S art; or, Sold to Satan.

#556 01.1 Plug gly. the Rough and Ready.

648 Gold Glove Gid the Man of Grit.

641 Aztec Jack. the Desert Nomad.

631 Colonel Cool. the Santa Fe Sharp.

602 Cs tain Nameless. the Mountain Mystery,

571 01 Dismal, the Range Detective.

545 Hustler Harry,.the Cowboy Sport.

BY DR. FRANK POWELL.
746 The Dragoon Detective; or, A Man of Destiny
158 The Doomed Dozen.

BY COLONEL BELLE SARA.

106 Sliamus O’Brien, the Bould Boy of Glingal.
87 The Scarlet Captain; or. Prisoner of the Tower.
53 Silver Sam: or. The Mystery of Deadwood City.

 

BY \VILLIAIYI R. EYS’I‘ER.
861’ The li‘riscli Sport.

.832 The Slruuirer S )ort‘s Shaken i.
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8225’ Kirk King, lhe 111111 from Kirby.

818 Uenllonuin Dave, the Dead Game Sport.

7.93 The Killjfdllll Tramp.

767 The Sport of Silvor Bond.

716 Uncle Dedi'ock‘s Big Bounce.

707 The Rival Rovers.

687 Double (‘inch Dan. the Sport With a Charm.
677 Mr. Jackson, the Gent from Jayhird.

659 Gilt-Edge Johnny: or. Roldan and His Rovers.
650 Lucky Lester‘s“ Lone liand.

6:31 Old Handcart‘s lligr Dump.

622 The. All Around Sports.

603 Dt‘St‘l'l} Alf. the. Man With the Cougar.

590 Gentle Jack, the High Roller from Humbug.
578 Seven Shot Steve. the. Sport with a Smile,
568 The. Dude Detective.

558 Hurrah Harry, the High Horse from Halcyon.
' Bels‘iazzar Brick. the llaillfl‘ of Blue Blazes.

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5;.) Fresh Frank. the Derringer Daisy.

503 The Dude from DenVer.

Pinnacle Pete; or. The Fool from Way Back.
459 Ma‘or Sunshine, the Man of Three. Lives.

429 Hair Trigger Toni of Red Bend.

402 Snapshot Sam; or. The Angels” Flat Racket.
396 The Piper Defective; or. The Gilt Edge Gang.
3375 Royal George, the Three in One.

356 Thr 15 Handsome Sports; or, The Combination.
311 Double Shot Dave of the Left Hand.

333 Derringer Dick. the Man with the Drop.

300 A Sport in Spectacles; or. Bad Time at Bunco.
268 Magic Mike. ‘he Man of Frills.

2329 Captain Cll‘Slt—SVO; or, The Little Sport.

214 The Two Cool Sports; or, Gertie of the Gulch.
192 The Lightning S iort. ,

182 Hands Up; or, T e Knights of the Canyon.

160 Soft Hand. Sharp: or. The Man with the Sand.
145 Pistol Pards; or, The Silent Sport from Cinnabar

BY MAJOR DANGERFIELD BUBB.

448 Hark Kenton. the Traitor.

188 The Phantom Mazeppa; or. The Hyena.

156 Velvet Face, the Border Bravo.

142 Captain Crimson, the Man of the Iron Face.

117 Buffalo Bill’s Strange Pard; or, Dashing Dandy.

BY LEON LEWIS.

797 Pistol Tommy. the Miner Sharp.

785 The Down-East Detective in Nevada.

773 Buffalo Bill‘s Ban: or, Cody to the Rescue.

699 The Cowboy Couriers.

686 The On-the-Wing Detectives.

624 The Submarine Detective: or, The Water Ghouls.
481 Captain Ready, the Red Ransomer.

481 The Silent Detective: or. The Bogus Nephew.
456 The Demon Steer.

428 The Flying Glim; or, The Island Lure.

BY B [Jan BBENTFOBD.

sea 8 ray Sprite, the sexi‘wach.
816 '1‘ ie Sea Sweeper.

BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID.

267 The White Squaw.

234 The Hunter’s Feast.

228 The Maroon. A Tale of Voodoo and Obeah.

21% The Wild Huntress' or. The Squatter.

213 The War Trail: or. The Hunt of the Wild Horse.

208 The White Chief. A Romance of Mexico.

200 The Ride Rangers; or. Adventures in Mexico.
74 The Captain of the Rifles; or, The Lake Queen.
66 The Specter Barque. A Tale of the Paci c.

55 The Scalp Hunters. A Romance of the Plains.
12iThe Death-Shot: or. Tracked to Death.
8 The Headless Horseman.

BY JACKSON KNOX—“Old Hawk.”
838 Old Grips Still Hunt.
827 Detective Walden’s Web.
778 The Butler Detective; or, Old Grip‘s Grip.
770 The Showman Deteitive.
762 Old Grip. the Detective.
740 Captain Clew, the Fighting Detective. ,
732 The Hurricane Detectivo.
643 Castlemaine, the Silent Sifter.
616 Magnus, the Weird Detective.
606 The Drop Detective.
595 Wellborn, the Upper Crust Detective.
582 Joram. the Detective Expert.
574 Old Falcon‘s Double.
561 The Thug King; or. The Falcon Detective‘s Foe.
548 Falconbridge. the Sphinx Detective.
536 Old Falcon 8 Foe: or. The Detective’s Swell Job.
515 Short-Stop Ma'e, the.Diam0nd Field Detective.
509 Old Falcon, t e Thunderbolt Detective.
501 Sgringsteel Steve, the Retired Detective.
494 T e Detective's S y.
485 Rowlock. the Har or Detective.
477 Dead-arm Brandt.
467 Mainwaring. the Salamander,
462 The Circus Detective.
451 Griplock, the Rocket Detective.
444 The Magic Detective; or, The Hidden Hand.
424 Hawk Heron‘s Deputy.
386 Hawk Heron. the Falcon Detective.

BY ED‘VARD WI LLETT.

483 Flush Fred. the River Sha .

368 The Canyon King; or. a Pme on his Head.

348 Dan Dillon. King of Crosscut.

337 Old Gabe the Mountain Tram .

827 Terrapin Dick, the Wild wood etectlve.

315 Flush Fred's Double: or, The Squatters‘ League.
8% Hemlock Hank, Tough and True.

298 Logger Lem: or. Life in the Pine Woods.

289 Flush Fred‘s Full Hand.

274 Flush Fred. the Mississip ii Sport.

248 Montana Nat, the Lion 0 Last Chance Camp.
222 Bill the Blizzard: or. Red Jack’s Crime.

209 Buck Farle . the Bonanza Prince.

129 Mississippi ose; or. a Strong Man's Sacrifice.

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M1 The \Vild Steer llidl-rs: or, Texas Jack‘s Terrors.
819 The liivnl Monte (‘iisil-s.
805 The List. of the l’irutes; or. Doom Driven.
801 The Water \\'olves’ Detective; or, Trapping the
(irave (illouls.

791 The (toast-Raiders Deaih~(‘hase.
’5 Arizona Charlie. the Crack-shot Detective.

’l’t lnvisinle lvun. the \Vizard Detective.

685 The Red-skin Sea Rover.

67. Revello. the Pirate. Cruiser; or. The Rival Rovers
67- Tue RI-«l Rapier; or, The Sea Rover‘s Bride.

662 The Jew Drteciive; or, The Beautiful Convict.
658 The Cowl) 1v Clan; or. The Tigress of Texas.

6.33 Lasso King‘s League; 01‘. Buck Taylor in Texas.
610 Tue [{ovnr’s Iiet ibution.

635 The Elk-Buccaneer; or. The Stigma of Sin.

630 The Sea Thief ,
625 Red Wings; or. The G old Seekers of the Bahamas.
615 The Three 1 uccaneers. l
610 The Red Flag iover;or,Whiie Wings of the Deep.
t' ' The Shadow Silver Ship.

600 The Silver Ship: or. The Sea Scouts of ‘76.

593 The Sea Rebel; or. Red Rovers 01' the Revolution.
587 Conrad, the. Sailor Spy; or. True. Hearts of ’76.
581 The Outlawed Skipper; or, The Gaiitlet Runner.
560 The Man from Mexico.

553 Mark Monte. the Mntineer; or. The Branded Brig.
516 Th) Doomed Whaler: or. The Life Wreck.

510 The Fleet Scourge; or. The Sea Wings of Salem.
530 The Savages of the Sea. ‘
524 The Sea Chaser; or, The Pirate Noble.

516 Chatard, the Dead-Shor Duelist.

510 El Moro, th_~ Coisair Commodore.

493 The Scouts of the Sea.

489 The Pirate Hunter; or. The Ocean Rivals.

482 Ocean Tramps ; or, The Desperadoes of the Deep.
476 Bob Brent.the Buccaneer; or. the Red Sea Raider.
469 The Lieutenant Detective: or. the Fugitive Sailor.
457 The Sea Insurgent: or. The Conspirator Son.

446 Ocean Ogre, the Outcast Corsair.

43') The One-Armed Buccaneer.

430 The Fatal Frigate; or, Rivals in Love and War.
425 The Sea Sword; or. The Ocean Rivals.

418 The Sea Siren: or. The Fugitive Pri'I‘teer.

399 The New Monte Cristo.

393 The Convict Captian.

388 The Giant Buccaneer: or, The Wrechsr Witch.
3?”? Afloat and Ashore; or. The Corsair Conspirator.
373 Sailor of Fortune: or. The Barnegat Buccaneer.
369 The Coast Corsair: or. The Siren of tht Sea.

364 The Sea Fugitive; or. The Queen of the Coast.
346 Ocean Guerrillas; or, Phantom Midshipman.

341 The Sea Desperado,

3‘36 The Magic Snip' or, Sandy Hook Freeboeters.
325 The Gentleman Pirate ; or. The Casco Hermits.
318 The Indian Buccaneer: or. The Red Rovers.

307 The Phantom Pirate; or, The Water Wolves.

281 TheSea Owl; or. The Lady Captain of the Gulf.
259 Cutlass and Cross; or, the Ghouls of the Sea.
255 The Pirate Priest; or. The Gambler’s Dau hter.
246 ueen Helen, the Amazon of the Overlan .

235 (1 Lightning the Man of Chance.

281 The Kid Glove Miner: or. The Magic Doctor.

224 Black Beard. the Buccanee .

220 The Specter Yacht; or, A B other‘s Crime.

216 The Corsair Planter; or, Driven to Doom.

210 Buccaneer Bess. the Lioness of the Sea.

205 The Gambler Pirate; or, Lady of the Lagoon.
198 The Skeleton Schooner; or. The Skimmer.

189 the Ocean Vampire; or, The Castle Heiress.

184 The Scarlet Schooner: or. The Sea Nemesis.

181 Don Diablo. the Plant er-Corsair.

177 Black Pirate; or. The Golden Fetters M stery.
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168 The Corsair Queen: or, The Gypsies of the Sea.
147 Gold Spur. the Gentleman from Texas.

139 Fire Eye: or. The Bride of a Buccaneer.

134 Darke Dan, the Colored Detective.

131 Bucks in Sam, the Texas Trailer.

128 The Chevalier Corsair; or. The Heritage.

121 The Sea Cadet; or, The Rover of the Rigoletts.
116 Black Plume; or. The Sorceress of Hell Gate.
109 Captain Kyd. the King of the Black Flag.

104 Montezuma. the Merciless.

103 Merle, the Mutineer; or. The Red Anchor Brand0
~94 Freelance. the Buccaneer. .,

 89 The Pirate Prince; or. The Queen of the Isle.

85 The Cretan Rover; or. Zuleikah the Beautiful.

2 The Dare Devil; or, The Winged Sea Witch.

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858 Number One. the Dead-set Detective.

850 The Planter Detective.

730 Duke Despard. the Gambler Duelist.

604 The Detective in Rags; or, The Grim Shadower.
500 The True-Heart Pards.

BY J. C. COWDBICK.

752 The $115 ct S rt of Daisy Drift.

626 Ducats ion, t is Nabob Sport Detective.

612 Sheriff Siillwood. the Regulator of Raspberry.
The Dominie Detective.

591 Duke Daniels, the Society Detective.

580 Shadowing a Shadow.

565 Prince Paul. the Postman Detective.

557 The Mountain Graybeards; or, Riddles’ Riddle.

519 Old Riddles. the Rock ' Ranger

499 Twilight Charlie, the oad Sport.

473 Gilbert of Gotham. the Steel-arm Detective.

452 Rainbow Bob, the Tulip from Texas. ‘

436 Kentucky Jean. the S ort from Yellow Pine.

422 Blue Grass Burt, the old Star Detective.

890 The Giant Cupid; or Cibuta John's Jubilee.

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909 Buffalo Bill’s‘League: or, Red Butterfly. By
Col. Prentiss Ingraha m.

904 Buffalo Bill’s Tan led Trail: or, Gentleman Jack,
the Man of Many asks. By Col. P. lngraham,

9011 Buffalo Bill’s Rough Riders; or, Texas Jack‘s
Sharp-shooters, By Col. Prentiss lngraham.

895 Buffalo Bill‘s Secret Ally; or. The Texan’s
Double. By Col. Prentiss lngraham.
890 Buffalo Bill’s- Life-Stake; or, The Pled'rod Three.
By Col. P. lngraham.
' 882 The Three Bills: Buffalo Bill,Wild liill and Band-
borx Bill; or, The Bravo in Broadcloth. Ingraham
874 Buffalo Bill’s Buckskin braves; or, The Card
Queen's Last Game. By Col. P. In‘graham.
869 Buffalo Bill‘s: Road Agent ernd-up; or,The Mys-
4 terious Masked Man in Black. By 1’. lngraham.
863 Buffalo Bill’s DeathCharm; or, The Man With
the Scar. By C 1|. Prentist Ingraham.
857 Bufl‘alo Bill's Royal F lush; or, The Pony Rider‘s
Death-Run. By Col. Prentiss lngraham.
851 Buffalo Bill’s Double Dilemma; (r, The Great
Bcout‘sBiz Three. By Col. P. Ingraham

 

773 Buffalo Bill’s Ban: or, Cody to the Rescue.
Lcon Lewis.

76!! Bulfah Bill’s Sweepstake; or, The Wipe-out at
Last Chance. By Col. Prentiss lngrnhaul. '

765 Buffalo Bi‘l’s Dozen; or, Silk Ribbon Sam.
Col. Prentiss Ingruham.

761 Bui‘l’al) Bill‘q )las -ot; or, The Death Valley
Victim No. 13. By (Ll. Prentiss lngraham.

757 Buffalo Bill‘s Double; or The DPFm‘mdo tht‘c-
iivi. By Col. Prentiss Ingrnham.

750 Buffalo Bill‘s Bi: Four; or, ("usier’s Shadow;

By (,‘ol. Prentiss ingraLam.

ii Buil‘alo Bill’s F ush “and; or, ’l‘exns Jack‘s

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Buffalo Bill‘s Blind; or, The Macked Driver of

Death“; Canyon. By (‘ol. Prentiss lngralrnm.

Buffalo B ii and His Merry Men: or. The Robin

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By Buffalo Bill.

517 Buffalo Bill‘s First 'l‘rail. By Ned Buniline

414 Bed Renard, the lndlau Detective; or. The (iold
Buzzards of Colorado. By Buffalo Bill.

401 The One-Armed Pard. By Buffalo Bill.

397 The Wizard BroiherS' or. White Beaver’s Trail.
By Buffalo Bill.

391 White Beaver. the Exile of the Platte; or, A
\Vronlred Man‘s Red l‘mil. 3y Iluii'ulo Bill.

352 Buffalo Bill's Grip;0r, Oatlz-liound to ('uster.
By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.

329 Bufialo Bill's Pledge; or. The League of Three
By (:01. 1’. Ingraham.

31!! \Vild Bill, the Whirlwind of the West.
l'alo Bill.

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1 Buffalo Bill‘s Beagles; 01'. Silk 1485‘s,? 551% “y  304. Texas Jack. the Prairie Battier; or. The Queen

of the Wild Riders. By Buffalo Bill”
213 The Pilgrim Sharp; or, The Soldier’. Sweetheart.
Bv Buffalo Bill. Government Scout and Guide.

 

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I“ Buffalo Bill’s Redskin Ruse; or, Texas Jack’s
‘  Death Shot. By 001. Prentiss Ingraham.
33¢ The Ranch King Dead-Shot; or. Texas Jack's
' ‘ Proxy. By Buffalo mu. 1 '
 Buffalo Bi.l's Boys in Blue; Or, The Brimstone
- 5‘ Band’s Biotrout. By Col. P. Ingraham.
836 Buflalo Bill's Sharp-Shooters; or, The Surgeon
Scout to the Rescue. By Col. P. lngraham.
' flea But!an Bill's Boa-t Bower; or. Montebello the Gold
:\ V  By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.
all White Travel”: Still Hunt; or The Minor Ma-
, finders Dcatlr'l‘rack. By nutran Bin.
m-Buflalo Bill's Inca Trail; or. The Bond-Rider
‘ 'Renegade‘s Run-Down. By Col. P. Ingxaham.
812 Buffalo Bill’s Death-Knelli or. The Red Band
 Rider’s of the Rockies. By 001. P. Ingraham.
7 our Wild Bill. the Wild West Dneiiot; or The Girl
[ Mascot of Moonlight Mine. By Buflalo Bill.
' 800 Wild Bill, the Dead Center Shot; or. iRio Brande
 Ralph, the Cowboy Chief. By' Buffalo Bill.
1’19! Buffalo Bill‘s Winning Band: or. The Masked
" Woman of the Colorado, Canyon. By lngrahnm.
78? Main Bill's Dead Shot; or, The Sir ele'on scout
, of the Colorado By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.
 Buflalo Bill’s Brand: or. The Brimstone Brother-
;lmod. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. " . .
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722 Buffalo Bill on the War Path; or, Silk Lasso
Sam. the Will-o’-the«Wlsp. By Col. P. Ingraham.

716 Buffalo Bill‘s Scout Shadowers; or. Emorald Ed
of Devil‘s Acre. By‘Col. Prentiss Ingraham.

710 Banal.) 'Bill named: or, The Deserter Desper-
ado's Defiance. By 001. P. lngraham.

69? Buflalo Bill's Buckskin Brotherhood; or, Open
lug Up a Last Trail. By Col. P. ingraham.

691 Buffalo Bi'l’s Blind Trail; or. The Daughter of
the Regiment. By Col. Prentiss ingraham.
682 Buffalo Bill’s Secret Service Trail. By Major
Dangerfield Burr.
667 Ruthie Bill'n Sw 00p; or, the King 9! the Mined.
. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.
658 The Cowboy Clan. or, The Tigress of Texas.
By Colonel I‘rentlts ingraham. _
653 The Lasao King's League; or. The Tigers of
Texas. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham.
1149 Buck Taylor. the Saddle King. Buffalo Bill’s
Chief of Scouts. By Col. P. Ingraham.
644 Buffalo Bill‘s Bonanza; or, The Knights of the
v SilverCirclo. By 001-. P. Inmhnm.
Gail/The Gold King; or, Montebelio. the Magnificent.
' By Buffalo Bill.
089 Buflalo Bill‘s During Role; or. Daredaath Dick
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189 Wild Bill'o cold Trail; or, The Desperate Dozen
By Col. P. Ingraham _

175 Wild Bill’s Tram Card; or. The indian Heiress-

By Col. Premise ngraham.

168 mm Bill,the Pistol Dead Shot; ‘0. W Don's
Double. By Col. Prentiss 1W.

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158 Buffalo Bill, Chief of Scouts; or, The Doomed
Dozen. By Durant Powell.

11" Buflfalo Bill‘s Strum Pani‘ or. Dashing Dandy
’ The Bitspur of the ills. By Major D. Burr. j

92 Buffalo Bill, the Buckskin King: or the Amazon
of the West. By Major Dangerfield Burr. K

83 Gold Bullet S rt: or, the Knights of the Over»
land. By Bu alo Bill.

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NEW ISSUES.

910 The Arizona Detective; or, W lping Out the Black
Oath Gang. By George C. Jenks.
911 The Blue Blockader; ‘-or. Tho Coast Gmyhound,
By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.
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