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By the author of “BUFFALO BILL.”

 

CHAP VaR.
THE STRANGE HORSEMAN.

“Parden me, sir, but who gt de Pais train e
The men who asked the question was a most striking-

Icoking person, one to attract attention anywhere, and.

especially in that wild land of the far West, where dan-
ger and déath were uvon every hand.
and he had

. His tone was courteous, yet commanding,

ridden hard, as his splendid horse showed, to overtake
the wagon train, the trail of which he -had come upon to.
at once know, a8.a man of the border, that it was going
into certain danger and death if not checked very soon.
The horseman had raised his broad sombrero at the
sight of ladies in the train, but his question had been ad-.
dressed to a man of middle age, oo the one in

charge.

“bord

In an ambulance, used as a “prairie carriage,’ s#t an

elde

abused class known as

ay
tly female, beyond all doubt belonging to that miuch-

“old maids,” and also within it

was a negress of middle age, | whose ky black hus-

band was driving the vehicle.

There was a second asl driven by een ic

wail, a boy of fifteen, known as “Pepper,” and whom

Mr. Markham, the owner of the train, had picked up on
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the trail westward.

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Three large and well-flled wagons, driven by y foung
dermen, a lot of loose horses and cattle in charee of
Markham and his really beautiful

attired,

other men, with Mr.
daughter, Madge, both well mounted and
pleted the outfit thus halted upon the prairic by the un-
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known and handsome stranger, except the guide,

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The attire of the stranger was handsome hae a mix-

ture of Mexican and frontier garb, to which was added
cavalry boots, with massive spurs of gold, a sombrero of
dove- colored felt, and looped up on one side by a- pin of
solid gold, representing a buffalo, with large diamonds
for eyes and amber for horns.

It was certainly a
derman to wear, but was in keeping with the diamond
solitaire that glimmered in his black silk necktie, and a
chain of massive links of gold.that encircled his neck, and
had attached to it a watch, which was hidden in the fob
of his hunting shirt: i :

-lis feet were small and shapely, and his whole bearing

reeping with a man who did as he pleased and asked

favors or mercy of paleface or og and. lived

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‘nout fear.

ll this both Mr. Markham ale Madge tool in at a
mace as the man approached; but when he drew nearer
they gazed into his face, mentally they confessed
) taey were looking upon a most remarkable personage,
ior mo woman could have possessed more clearly-cut
catures, or eyes more expressive and full of feeling.
“lis mouth, slightly stern, was half hidden beneath a
aix mustache, and his resolute, well-rounded chin by
imperial, while his hair was waving and fell down his

ack half-way to his waist.

sut one look into his large, earnest eyes, and the stern,

rewhat reckless, dare-devilish mouth, and it would be
lost casual observer who would set him down as other
na true man, a prince of the plains.

Pardon me, sir, but may I ask who is chief of this

in’? again jasked the e strange horseman, in a clear,
or-like voice.
Tam, sir,” said Mr. Markham, in reply.

‘I hope, sir, it is not your intention to attempt a settle-
ment upon the Loup, as your course implies?” resumed

the stranger, in an inquiring way.

“By no means, sir, for Lam bound for a ranch which 1

have purchased upon the Vt atte,
“The Platte,
Yes, tor 1 have purchased the Waller Ranch and its
cattle.”
ehe Platte, ¢

Sit t re

sir, is not in this direction,” said the stran-

yer, Wild some surprise.

oO i know, sir; but my euide, who has fidden on
Bae mpgs o d f :

unique and costly trinket for a bor-.

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ahead to find a camping-ground for the night, takes this

trail to avoid bands of Indians on the direct trail,” ex-

plained Mr. Markham, while Madge sat on her horse,

attentively regarding the strange horseman, who, inter-

ested, apparently, in what her father had said, did not
glance toward her.

“Why, I have just come from Fort McPherson along,
the river trail, and have seen no traces of redskins, nor
heard of any at Fort Kearney, when I halted there, fof

Tam bearing dispatches, sir, from McPherson to Omaha.”

“My guide met some one who told him there were tnd

dians on our trail,”

“He was misinformed, I assure you, for there is no man
on the border who knows better than I the movements of

the hostites,”’

 

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“That being the case, we have come a long way off our}

course for nothing.”

“You have, indeed, sir, and another day on this trail
would take you right into the Indian country, where your |
train would fall an easy prey:to massacre!”

“My dear sir, you surprise me, for I cannot under- k

stand how my
vou state.»
“Who is your euide, may Vask?.
“He is known in Omaha, where I en
Canhki
Both Mr.
stranger gave, while he answered, promptly: —

“L know. him) sir, as an infamous scoundrel, and hi

_ bears upon his right ear my mark,

“That man, sir, was leading you into a trap, for he i

friendly with old Black Face, the chief of ‘the tribe inte

whose clutches this trail will take you.”

upon the strange ae betore them:
“My dear sir, you astotnd me,” at last Mr. Markt
found words to say.

ee you Wee Ae and came
warn you.” . one

“And most heartily do I thank you, sir; for ye

guide can be so ignorant of the facts as

gaged him, as Kio J

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so join my father, Si in thanking you,” said

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Madge, softly.

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Phe Stanver’s face f

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ushed, and he said, quickly:
I seek no thanks, nor do I want them, for doing my
duty.

“My orders are imperative to press on to Omaha, but I
a I would not be doing my duty to allow you to go on

nis trail, when I knew your force, so came to warn you.”

a I ask how you ee what force | had?” asked

Mr. Markham

Pitis/as plain 10 me, sit, as is the lightning and thun-

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der the precursors of a storm, for I read trails as an open

“See, there are the trails of your ambulances and

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wagons, hali-blurred out by a few cattle, and I knew

you could not have more than hali-a-dozen fighting men,

“which in this country would be a mere “han oy against
old Black Pace and his braves, more especially if you

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were jed into an ambush.

“T see, sit, that you read signs on the prairie as one

would an open book, for my force does number but a
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dozen all t

“You say that your guide has gone on to prepare you

a cemping-placer”
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PV ess

“The more likely to arrange his red allies into an am-

so he said.

bush for you.”

Both Mr. Markham and. Madge paled sient ly, while
the former cid anxiously :

“Then what is to be done, sir?”

For a moment the stranger was silent, and then he
said: :

“If you ask my advice, sir, it is to go no further.”

“Yet your duty will not permit you to guide us?)

"No, it will not, I regret to say, unless———’’

He paused, and Madge quickly said:

“Your matner implies that there is a possibility that
you may do so.” )

“Lady, were your father alone—that is, were ther

only men on the train—I would set them on the right

trail and let them look to their manhood and prowess to

pull them through all right.
“But with yourself, and, as I see, another lady on the

train, I feel that it is my duty to make every sacrifice.

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“But first we will settle about Kio Carl, and then I

will decide aa is best to be done.”
“And what would you advi se about him?”?-asked Mr.
Markham.
“Catch him,”
“But how °7

was the laconic response.

“He has gone to yonder motte?”
Hoo me rsaid.

“Te is not in sight on the prairie.”
“No; he was just disappearing when we sighted you.”
“Then he does not know of my coming?”

“He cannot possibly do so.”

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“Halt your train, call all your. men about one wa

ell fetch ‘him back. to the tram,”

how can we do sor”

gon,
as though it had broken down, and then wait until he dis-

covers that you are a layed.’

 

e will return, a oe on the open oe
you have ans at your mercy.’

“And you advise that we seize him?”

OO, no sir 1 will do that.”

y Moat:

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ground until the proper moment to act.”

WAnd-then?”

“And then you will see that he knows who I am, and

leave him to me, for 1 will keep im the back-

that I am aware that he is a black-hearted villain.”

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“Vou will not kill him?’ asked Madge, timidly..

“No, miss, for I] never take the life of a human being

” was ‘the response, and
had feared that she

uld be compelled to witness one of those dread scenes

unless it is absolutely necessary,
Madge breathed more freely, as she

a which the far frontier was noted, And of which she
had, incidentally, heard so much.

“T will do at once as you stiggest, sir,’ said Mr. Mark-
ham, and he rode forward and halted the train, for the
three had been riding at the rear during the conversation

that tock place. »

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Ina few moments ‘the train had: come to a han. Mir,

Markham had explained to the men the tidings brought.

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by the strange horseman, and all gathered. about one of
the wagons, as though engaged an mending a Drcken-
down vehicle.

Back in the rear the stranger waited,

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side of his superb horse, and conversing with Mr, Mark-
ham and Madge.

Eagerly Mr. Markham watched for the returning form
of the guide, and thus nearly an hour passed away.

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At last the eye of the stranger, as powerful in sight ,

a glass, caught sight of the guide, and he said, simply:
“He is coming.”
“Ah! I see him now,’ and Mr. Markham gazed ear-
nestly at him through his field glass, as did also Madge,
who remarked:
“You have marvelous eyes, sir, for He.is yet very far
el:
“And is returning at a gallop, which will bring him here
in half an hour.” :
“You have superb sight, sir,’ said Mr. Markham. ©
“The sight of the prairie-man, sir, as with the sailor,
improves with long practice in searching vast expanses,
where a failure to detect a foe often brings death, hence
it is most necessary to cultivate one’s vision, and, though

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I carry a glass, I seldom need its use,” was the reply.

“Well, sir, have you decided what you shall do when
the guide returns?” asked Mr. Markham, somewhat nerv-
ously, as the returning forms of horse and rider grew
each instant more distinct.

“Ves. sir

“May l ask what it is you will do?”

“Certainly, sir. : |

“Please go forward with your daughter to where the
men are, and when Kio Carl comes up and asks the
cause of your delay, simply tell him that you have decided

u retrace your trail and take the right one, along the
Platte,”

“And then?”

“T will attend to the balance, sir,” was the calm reply.

Mr. Markham nodded and rode forward with Madge,
leaving the stranger concealed behind the rear wagon.

A quarter of an hour passed, the whole family gath-
ered about the center of the train, and waited somewhat
nervously for the coming of the euide, whom all seemed
to fear.

Presently he dashed up and asked, sternly:

“What means this long halt here, when there is hardly
time to reach a camping-ground before night?”

‘it gaeans, Kio Carl, that 1 have decided to go no fur-

 

Mer o6 tus trail,” was Mr. Markham’s firm response.

 

cra!
sir?’’ was the angry response.

Do you intend@to assume the duties of guide,

Mr. Markham hesitated, and then came in deep tones: ’

“Wo: but Lodo, Kio Carlee

The man started back, jerking cruelly upon his reins,
until he forced his horse upon its haunches, and while
his face became pallid, cried, in startled tones:

“Great God! Buffalo Bill!”

The stranger had stepped boldly out before him, from
behind one of the wagons, and held his revolver leveled
at the guide.

His face was smiling now, and he baswered: in a free
and easy way:

“Correct, Kio Carl, and I have the drop on you!”

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"Buitalo Bill!”

The voices of the teamsters uttered the words in
chorus, for the name spoken by Carl had told who was
the stranger, and all knew him well by reputation,
though not one of the trainmen had before seen him, ex-
cepting the traitor guide. |

Kio Carl was a man of consummate nerve, and he re-
gained his coolness almost at once, and said, in as free
and easy a way as that in which Buffalo Bill had ad-
dressed him: |

“Yes, and it is not the first time you have had the
drop on me, Cody.”

“And I warn you to beware of the third,” was Buffalo
Bill’s response. es

“Ves for the tide must turn; but what means this at-
tack on me now?”

“Tt means that I have caught you at your old tricks of
deviltry and thwarted you.”

“Yo what do you refer?’

“You were leading this train to an ambush, at the en
of which, doubtless, was your old redskin friend, Chief
Black Face.”

The guide turned deadly pale at this bold accusation,
but no muscle of his face quivered, as he answered, sav-
agely:

“You have no proof of this, Buffalo Bill?’

“By the Rocky Mountains! But I will have, sir, before

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This last was given in a tore that was decided.
The guide hesitated, and Buffalo Bill repeated:
“Up with your hands, Kio Carl!”

“You have no right to make me a prisoner.”
“T assert that right! Will you obey?”

“No!
aid me against you,”

And I call upon my employer and his men to
Carl cried, sliding from his horse
and confronting the scout.

“They will do nothing, and if you love life, worthless
as yours is, I shall tell you but once more to throw up

those bloodstained Hands of yours. Obey, or take the

consequences !?
The revolver was held firmly as though in a vise, and
all saw that Buffalo Bill meant what he said
Wholly at Buffalo Bill’s mercy, Kio Carl, with a bitter
execration, raised his hands above his head.

Stepping forward, it was but the work of a minute for.

Buffalo Bill-to disarm’ him, and then, takin e the lariat

from his saddle-horn, he ordered the guide to remount
Carl did with a smothered curse.
Once again in the saddle, Butialo Bill bound him se-
curcly Gand and foot, tying his feet beneath his horse.
“Now you are safe for the present, and if my suspicions
are verified this night, with the permission of this gentle-
man, | will shoot you as\I would a mad dog.” |
g to Mr. Markham, Buffalo Bill continued:

“I would advise you, sir, to at once follow your tracks

‘Then, turnin

back to the regular trail, pressing on until you a your

oe of last night, even if darkness overtakes you.”

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But we have no guide, sir, and-
“If this men does not lead you back to that camp, then
I will kill him, so help me Heaven!
io Carle:
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“See to it, then, that this train does not go off the trail,

Do you hear me,

if you value hife.?

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“And where do you go?’ asked Kio Carl.

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That is my business, but®rest assured that I will be

on hand to execute sentence against you if you play any
of your tricks.”
“You will return soon, sir, I hope, for your words im-
ply that you intend leaving us?” said Mr. Markham.
CYes stn. By daylight, or soon after, I shiall be back.
“Yet, should I not, press on once more, and I will join
you at your next camping-place.”

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Raising his broad sombrero, with a smile and a bow,

he called to his horse, and, throwing himself into the sad-

dle, dashed away across the prairie, while Mr. Markham,
trusting implicitly in the man, put his train right about
and began retracing his trail down the Loup.

Buffalo Bill had ridden but a short distance from the
train, when he came to a sudden halt, and sat there in his
saddle, like a man in deep thought.

After a minute’s halt, he turned his horse and galloped
back toward the train.

Surprised at his return, Mr. Markham halted the train,
and, when he came up, asked: :

“Well, sir, have you changed your mind about going
on?”

“No, sir, but I should like to have you move the trait
on, excepting one wagon and your traitor guide.”

Mr. Markham seemed surprised, but gave the orders
the reat wagon to stop back for a while, and
he and Kio Carl, whose bridle rein was hitched to the
rear of the wagon, also did so.

“What does that strange man intend now?” murmured
Madge, as she rode on by the side of the ambulance in
which sat Miss Samantha Doolittle, the old maid house-

keeper, who was in ecstacies over the handsome face of

Buffalo Bill.

“Ikio Carl, I will trouble you to change norses with
me,” said Buffalo Bill, quietly
. The gitide looked at him in surprise, anu -said, in a
surly tone:

“Why ask what you have the power to do without ask-
ing?” :

“And I will

I know you are

change clothes with you, and borrow your

arms, for a Man to keep the best’ ot
weapons.”

“Tn Satan’s name, do you intend to ob mer.

“ito, Kio Carl,

ford leave mine: in He train, Quick!

(Off with your oe or I will es you.”

ab will note:

“Do you mean ir”

“I do, for I shall not aid you in any devilish trick you
may have formed to zuin me |

“T will take them off of you.”

“Y OW cannot:

There was atone of defiance in the voice of the man,
despite his bonds, and Buffalo Bill answered:

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“Mr. Markham, I hate to hit a man when he is down,
but I must do it.. Again, Kio Carl, will you exchange
clothing with me?’ .

“You have my answer.”

Quick as a flash the iron arm of Buffalo Bill shot forth,
straight from the shoulder, and the knuckles of steel fell
full in the unprotected face of the prisoner.

Like a log he dropped to the ground, and instantly
Buffalo Bill bent over him, and after undoing the lariat
coils, quickly disrobed him of his outer clothing and hat.

“T hope you have not killed him, for he fell like a log,”
said Mr. Markham, who could not understand the strange
conduct of Buffalo Bill,

“No fear of that, sir, I struck him to save a strug-
gle, for I saw that he would not oe and I merely
stunned him.”

“But what is your intention, sir?”’

“You shall see.”

Throwing off his own outer clothing, Buffalo Bill said
to the teamster :

“Here, pard; pull these on him.”

“lm durned ef I dress him up in your rig, Buffado Bill,
ter he don’t desarve it; but I has some old togs in the
“agin as will do as well, an’ they'll astonish him, fer they
belonged ter an honest citizen, which are myself,”’ replied
che teamster, and he dragged out a pair of coarse pants,
a slouch hat, full of holes, and a woolen shirt, and began
to pull them upon the still unconscious man, while Buifalo

Bill was rigging himself out in the clothing of the guide.

ihar, now, ae do look well, an’ you must take keer,
Buffalo Bill, yer don’t let the devilment in them clo’s
strike in, fer it are a disease that are catching.”

Both Buffalo Bill and Mr. Markham laughed at the
advice of the worthy teamster, and the latter said:

“T don’t know, sir, what your intention is, but I shall
take care of your arms and clothing for you until you,
come to claim them.”

Buffalo Bill made no reply, but, stepping to his saddle

pocket, drew forth what appeared to be a bundle of hair.

But, upon unrolling it, it proved-to be a long, false

beard, of almost the exact hue ot that Gt Kio Cart,
“Curse you !”’

peng

the oath came from the guide, who had suddenly re-

Muted #0 consciousness, and readily understood what his

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vended.

“Hatha! Kio Carl, I can play you pretty well, can’t
1?” and Buffalo Bill rumpled up his hair, put on the false
beard, pulled the slouch hat over his eyes, and did look
the very counterpart of the traitor guide.

Taking the weapons and horse of Kio Carl, and leaving
his own in the care of Mr. Markham, he rode away once
more, and so much resembled the traitor guide that the
rest of those in the train, seeing him depart, believed that,
for some reason, Buffalo Bill had returned and set the
prisoner free.

After watching him for some moments, in company
with the teamster and the prisoner himself, Mr. Markham
rode on after the train, and all were surprised at the
change which had taken place, and which Seedy Sam, the
wagon driver, explained in his quaint way to his pards,
while Madge heard from her father’s lips what had oc-

curred.

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BUFFALO BILLS PLOT.

Tt was very evident that in chan nging his clothes for
those of Kio Carl, Buffalo Bill intended some bold ruse,
and his words as he rode along, spoken half- aloud,
showed what his intention was.

“Tam confident,’ he muttered, “that old Black Face lies
concealed in the timber yonder, with a score or two of

braves, and Carl was leading the train into the ambush,

.and was to share the spoils with the redskins.

“Great Heavens! What a fate that beautiful girl would _
have suffered! |

“I shudder to think of it, and, if I am right, Kio Carl
will do no more harm in this world, once I lay my clutch
upon him again. :

“Now Vil see if I am right before the sun is set half
an hour, and.if my rig will bear muster with old Black
Races. : |

He then rode quietly on, the timber ahead of him rising
dark and threatening, and his keen eyes searching its
depths for some sign of a foe. OS

As the sun touched the distant prairie horizon, he was
within a mile of the timber, which jutted out from the
river to a considerable distance, and formed a secure
hiding-place for a. thousand savage foes within the
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After a long and untiring peering into the timber, Buf.
falo Bill was rewarded by discovering a moving form.
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~The word escaped his ae like an exclamation, and
peering still more closely, he continued:

“As T thought, Kio Carl meant deviltry.

“Ab! "There come Several of the red rascals to meet
me, Or, rather, to meet him, as they believe, or 1 am mis-
taken.

“Now, Buffalo Bill; look out!”

With a light laugh, as thoughvhe relished and defied the
great danger he was running, Buffalo Bill arranged his
toilet more to his taste, as he deemed it necessary, looked
te his arms, and rode quickly along the timber.

Five horsemen liad come out of the timber, and were
riding leisurely toward the scout, as if to meet him, and
yet exhibiting toward him no hostile demonstrations.

They were Indians, in all their glory of war-paint and
feathers, and one rode slightly in advance of the other
four.

“The devil himself, as I live!” said Buffalo Bill,

Then in a moment he added:
nav Old Bleck Face has noticed that the train has tured
a back, for he evidently had lookouts in the tree tops, and
he is coming to ask me, or rather, Kio Carl, as he thinks,
for the r reason. | :

“Well, the train was too far off fol him to see any-
thing going on of a suspicious Hature.’

_ It was now growing dark, and when Buafflo Bill dsew
within a couple of hundred yards of the Indians, he was
confitnied in his opinion that Kio Carl had turned traitor
to his own race, and that Black Face was his ally in
_ deviltry, for. as yet no hostile sign was shown by the
CGE engi :

Upon getting within a few lengths of the Indians, Buf-
~ falo Bill
good mimic, the voice of Kio Carl, called out at random:

, imitating, as nearly as possible, and he was a
“Does the Black Face frown at his white brot! her, that
he brings not the train into the timber?” ae
“The paleface spoke crooked to the Black Pace, to
bring him here with his warriors.”
“Nov

ies, for his wibite brother came two suns ago and told

‘the Black Face to be here.
“He came with his warriors and he saw the white chief

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coming over the \prairie, and far behind him the wheel-
tepees of his people. .
"Amen the

the paleface turned back to the wheel-tepees, and then

Black Pace saw, and his warriors saw, that

they went toward the rising

bpp
come, while. my white brother comes on:alone.”

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sun, on the trail they had

he Black Face speaks of what his eyes have seen,”
said Buffalo Bill; speaking the Sioux tongue perfectly.
“But he knows not what his brother has to say.”
“The Black Face will listen,” said the chief, evidently
greatly disappointed at having
“Let the Black Face have his ears open.”

seen the train turn back.

“His braves, in the tree tops, may ah seen a paleface
runner, on horseback, join the train?’

1 he braves of the Black Face said so.”

“Aha! Ill make this old wretch tell me all he knows,”
muttered Buffalo Bill, while aloud he said:
to the Platte:
soldiers are on the track of the Black Face.”

order the wheel-tepees back as many white
The Indian chief started and glanced netvously at his
warriors, while Buffalo Bill continued:
“The brother of the Black F

the chief of the wheel-tepees which trail to take

Face heard all, and he told
and where
to camp, and sent word to the captain of the hor'se-braves
that he would go on and find the Black Facé and. ins
warriors, and then come and tell them where to strike
his village.”
shouted with rage at this bold

assertion, failing to see that there was a pretended mo-

|The old chief fairly

tive, and Buffalo Bill cried:

vivet’ th
braves of the whites this crooked story, he could come on

e Black Face hear, for by telling the horse-

and meet his red brothers, let them know where and
when to strike the wheel-tepces, then go back and tell the
paleface chief a false trail for his warriors to take, and
lead them into an ambush vee my brother here can
have ready.’’
Well) said th
supposed ruse of his pretended ally.

e Black Face, now seeing through the

en, erunted. thé four warriors, delighted at the
prospect of blood, booty and scalfis before them.

“Fhe Black Face has
anxious to hear more and not willing to show curiosity

heard,” said the chief, as chemo

to do so. ©

Vhat was a horse brave of the paleface chief, sent to’

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“T guess you have, you old villain, and if I don’t fil
that ugly head of yours full of lies, it will be because my
tongue sticks to the truth too fast to pull it off,” mentally
observed Buffalo Bill, while aloud he continued: |

a he ee _Face knows the Lone Tree, toward the
© Black Face has been there,” was the pompous
ie CO Coe :
‘Two suns from this the wheel-tepees will camp there.”

Ue:

let the Bigg ce
leaving their ponies far out on the prairie, and his braves

Pace creep upon the camp by night,
Pp up po by

can do their work.”
“Ugh!” and the grunt was one of satisfaction most
intense. ie ae
“His brother will be there, and when the braves of the
Black Face have many scalps at their belts, and their
pomies are loaded with the booty of the palefaces, T wil
lead them on to the spot where the white warriors can be
met in battle and defcated.”
veoh td
Foie to my camp,” Ss
CNoo dort amntst be

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hier,

My white brother, ‘is ia. great chief, Let. him

aid the delighted savage.

“The White Panther, the paleface brother of the chief,
in the camp and would see him.”

Buffalo Bill fairly started at the name, for he had long
heard of the renegade white known as the White Pan-
ther, whose crimes had forced him to seek refuge among
the redskins.

He knew him to be also a companion of Kio Carl, and
did he meet him at once would his diseuise be penetrated,
and death would quickly follow, and death of the most
awful torture that In adian cruelty could devise. ”
Remembering that Mr. Markham had told how Kio

Carl had secretly met a white man on the prairie, he felt

sure that White Panther, as the Indians called him, and
Salt Lake

be that individual,

Saul, as he was know a in the Sie ments, must

who had gone on ahead, when his
pard became the guide of the train, for no other purpose
than to get cld Black Trace as an a iy !

Fe knew that he had to be most cautious, not to betray
gnorance, so asked, as a feeler:

“Why d did not the Whi ite Penther come with my brother,

Pree, tO meet me?”

off on the trail to seek the white |

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“The Panther has
asleep.”

ridden. hard, and was tired
“Ah! but he must have eyes like the stars now, for

want him to guide the wheel-tepees to the Lone ee”
“The Black Face will tell him.”
“Tt is well, and I will start on the back trail.

Panther have a swift pony, and follow.”

Let the

“Tt shall be as my white brother says, replied the old
chief, and bidding the redskins farey vell, Buffalo Bill
started upon his return, greatly rejoicing at his discovery
and the accomplishment of his plot.

He had gone but a short distance when he called back
to the Black Face to bid the White Panther to hurry on
aiter- him, and there came back the answer: ©
aise

soon be with my white brother.”

Panther shall have my swiftest pony, and: will
“It will be a sad moment for him eH ie is; oc Lam
mistaken,” muttered Buffalo Bill, as he rode .on his way,

plotting mischief against the man on whose head a reward

was offered as a renegade and a red-handed murderer.

1]

The individual known as the White Panther was sleep-
ing as serenely beneath the shelter of a tree, when Black
Nace returned to the timber, as though the blood of scores
of whites whom he had murdered did not rest upon his
guilty soul.
He had

days had had but little rest, so he was glad to. seek

ridden hard that day, and in fact for several

repose in security and dream of the booty he was to be a
harer in when the Markham train was at the mercy of
the red oe who were his allies.

tle was surpris ed when Bleck Face awoke him to make
seen Kio Carl -coming, and had met

him out upon the prairie, and told hint of the train going

known that he had
ana
Ly

to the rieht-about.

“Dura them sogers!” he said, Sava;

pokin’ rcund where they hain’
"But then, as it are, it are
tackled ther train ther sogers
our trail ter save

kev been
whités,

ber booty,

sculps, which rizes morenm we

onless we 2 revere in ther bigg:

All this was spoken in border English, Which Black

Face imperfectly understood, and could n rake no more
appropriate reply to than that Kio Carl was a great chief,

od turns, and knew what

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dthe White Panther to follo

at once, and go as guide to the w

was best and wiske W y him

eel-tepees
“Durnation :

More ridin’; and my horse already

played!’

“The Panther shall have the pony of the Diack Vace,”’
was the response of the chief, who knew that though his
pony was a good animal, that of the renegade was a better
one, though ‘then tired out, and that in the end he would

gain by his ¢ rencrosity,

“Vil make the swap, chief, fer I has my eye on a horse.

I seen on the train, afore it pulled out o’ oe

Git out yer pony, an’ Vl strike Carl’s trail.

The pony soon had the saddle and trappings of the

renee ace upon him, and mounting, the villain set off at a

swingin Ler lop € WHI ich threatened to soon overtake Buffalo

Oo

Bui, did he

awa. . .

q

not increase the pace at which he had ridden

An hour’s gallop and he'saw in the distance the dark

forms of a horse and rider, and instantly he gave a shrill
whistle’ :
oe, 4

roy
ey

Sault that your” cried a voice, and the renegad

replace:

“Yas, and I hes hed a:lively gallop to overtook yer.. Is’

ae

Wer ridin tera prize Carke

SV Cs faim!
ee what is ther stakes?’ and the renegade drew

rein, as hig pony got head and head with the gaunt black
ridden by Buffalo Bill.

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The stake i is White Panther, alias Salt Lake Saul, as
. you see!”
Thea

‘upon the start

nswer fell like a thunderclap from a cloudless sky

led renegade, while he felt a revolver
muzzle pressed hard against his heart.

Salt

knife, and a hard one to cS as many had found out

bake Saul was a quick man with revolver and

to their cost
But he had been caught for once, and by one he deemed
his devoted pard. oF ,
There must be some mi istake ;
forth:
- - 4
What in thunder does yer mean, Carl?”
be x ° .
Just what I say, was the stern rejoinder.
“An? what did yer Saye

and he hait-laughed

“That the stake I am now playing for is Salt Lake Saul,
the renegade, and I have won it!”

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oy, s
€ eh

Bo eo leet

A

0 gs

“Darnation! Does yer think this are a place ter joke, |
pard? ee : ‘
NE e fing 1
ove one finger and you will find this is no eS but
deadly earnest.”

“What

7 Pam not Kio Cart?

t hev I did ter turn yer agin me this way?”

“Fioly Rockies!. Then I are cotched!”
CONT is 1
Nes) Hold, keep

those hands away from your gun, or I pull trigger, and

the Panther is entrappéd, at last.

it’s but an inch from your heart to my pistol muzzle.”

“Durned ef yer hain't right! But who in thunder be
yer thet looks like Kio, and yet hain’t got his voice, now
I obsarves ?”

rd of Buffale Bill?”

Bitin’ snakes o’ Ireland!

“Have you ever he

is yer that terror?” almost i

howled the renegade.
hes, 1 aim Burslo

be

Bil i.

“Then ther dance’s done; and ther fiddler’s ter pay,”

led response.

i

was the almost resion

a9

“Yes, and Death’s the fiddler.
““Dert doubt it, pard-But’lér, and I'll soon hev a harp

o a thousan’ strings to sing psalms o’ glory on.”
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Or a-poker to stir up the fire below. ;

“Doyg't speak o’ it, fer it makes me shiver to think how

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are, and
Quicker than a flash of lightning he had dropped his

vand wpon a revolver butt, and it was half out of his belt

when Buffalo Bill clutched it and cried sternly: a

*Elold on, sir, for | am your master!”

“Yer takes my hand, pard. 1 pass,’ said the disap-

pointed renegade, and at an order to raise his hands above

wt

his head, he silently obeyed, while Buffalo Bill disarmed

him.
ell get

“Now your claws ate cut, we along better to-

gether, and 1 want to be sociable, as [ have seme ques-
tions to ask a !
“Shout out fust how "tis yer looks so like Kio Carl as
ter take me in, and ther Black Face, too.”
ue hy that is simply a little game I played to fin | out

what I wanted to know.”

PAn yer did?
Pes.
“T hopes it will do yer no good.”

evel emer Ge imme

“But it will, for I shall see you hang along with Carl.”
“Hes yer got him, tco?” aR

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“T have.” ae
* “So I sees when I looks at thet hoss yer straddles.
Waal, wa
a dern fool of, too. Q

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al, we is both

“Vou seem to feel better over the news oe

i does, fer misery loves comp’Hy, and ] are miser’ble .

to a howling degree that are painful.”
“You'll soon be out of your misery.”
“I'd ruther be miser’ble, onderstandin’ yer meanin’ as 1
does. But tell me, Bui ler, where hev- ye got Carl?”
page.”
“And are 1 goin
Nes?
1

“You is er lar! 0

there, too?”

The right hand which had slipped into some mysterious

pocket and quietly grasped a:small repeater, was ‘sud-

denly thrust forward right in the face of Buffalo Bill, and
as the finger touched the trigger, the flash and the report
came together. :
But quick as was the act, Buffalo Bill succeeded in
tiking up the arm of the renegade, and the bullet tore
jong the top of his head, inflicting a scalp. wound only.
Though slightly stunned by the shock and momentarily
vinded,
om the renegade, and the wail of agony and hatred that
broke from his lips told thatthe bullet had hit him hard.

CHAPTER IV.
FOR A) FOE’S SAKE,

“And you think,” said Madge, when her father had
joined her and told of Buffalo Bill’s having assumed the

tig of Kio Carl, “that he will dare venture into the camp:

of ae savages, pretending to be the guide?”
“Yes, my daughter, for from all I have heard of. that

famous man, I know he will hesitate ‘at no risk to carry.

out his ends.”

“How diferent he is from what I had pictured him,

when reading romances of his. stange deeds upon the
border.

“He seemed to me, as the writers pen-painted him,

giant and ferocious being whose hands and clothing must

rereé with-the blood of his foes. But we find him
gentleman, courtly and as handsome as a

took in, and old Black Face made —

Buffalo Bill drew trigger, ere a second shot came

IFFALO BILL STORIES.

“He is indeed a remarkable manj.Madec> and d sin~-

1

cerely hope he will come safely through all his dangers.

“Tt is certainly very noble of him to set aside his duties,
which must
which that traitor 7 led us.”

“Oh, father, wha

eG Macge

be urgent, to get ‘us out of the scrape ‘into

if Buffalo Bill had not come on after
ee while Mr. Markham an-
swered : va ous
“The thought of what would have followed, Madge, is
terrible’ to contemplate.” | i.
nd thus father and daughter talked on, until at last
the new camping- -pround was reached, and. the tent was
spread, which was especially for the use of Madge ae :
Miss Samantha Doolittle.
In getting things to rights, preparing supper, and
making himself generally useful, ‘Pepper, the youth, was
invaluable, and won pronounced praise from Miss Sa-
mantha. | eee
“Madge,” she said, “I do be thinking that Providence
was most kind to that Poy, to bring him under the shelter
of our guardian wings.” a | oe
Or tO us; auntie Madge llyaye called Miss Doo-
little auntie, though that lady had begged her to make it
‘““cousin”’—“for Pepper certainly has proven himself most :
useful in ne and is really womanly i in all he does”
for us.”
vitae,
woman, at times, but do you know you were sadly remiss
to-day ?’””

“Tow sO, atintie! i)

Madge, true, he almost seems to me “Ble $

“In your duty.”

“What sin did I commit and what i omit, pov? .

"You aa not introduce me to that very eleg gant ‘gentle
man, Mr. Buffalo Bill.”

“Why, auntie, I andi met him eae nh } tenes s
not who he was until Kio Carl spoke his name.’

“Well, Madge, I don’t know as I should, and I don't
know but what I should have spoken to him without an
introduction, under the circumstances, for 1 owed him.
our thanks for all he did.”

“He did not seem to like thanks, auntie.”

“True nobility, my dear, the truest kind, that avoids
recognition for brave deeds done.”

“Tt I were him, I don’t know as I chaule ne L don't
know but what I should do the same way ; but——”

 
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“Here's Pepper to announce supper,” said Madge, glad

to cut off the beginning of a few comments which Miss

Doolittle always made lengthy when she began with

“Dit”

The youth ewe as Benue was almost a boy in years,
for he seemed hardly twenty, and his face was one that
few could gaze upon and fail to see that in it to admire
andlike, )

He was dressed in a freé and easy costume, and wore
beneath his coat a belt of arms.

His hair, contrary to the border custom, was cut short,
and his slouch hat had the rim pulled down all around.

“Miss Madge, supper is served, and Aunt Phyllis has
made some of Miss Samanth’s favorite hoecakes,” he
said, in a boyish voice, and with a mischievous twinkle of
the eye,

“Oh, Pepper, why do you call me Miss Samanth, and
never pronounce the last syllable : ?” cried the old maid.

“It’s too much for me to tackle, miss, as I have a
shortness of breath,” replied the youth, and he led the
way to the fire, where Mr. Markham was already seated
at the table, upon which Aunt Phyllis, the negro woman,
was placing a tempting meal.

Mr. Markham and the ladies sat down to supper, while
Pepper busied himself in aiding Coon, the negro man, in
getting things to rights for the night.

But there was one missing from the table, who each
meal had sat with them, and that one was the guide.

In the goodness of her heart, Madge herself arranged
a tray with his supper, and carricd it to him, to where he
sat upon the trunk of a tree, securely bound.

“I have come with your supper, sir,” she said, quietly.

His head was bent, and at her words he looked up, and
the firelight showed that his face flushed, while he said
in his quiet way:

“You are very kind, Miss Markham; but one doomed
to die cares little for food.”

“But you are not doomed to die,” said Madge, struck

by his manner and the pathos in his voice.

“Ah! you little know that inhuman wretch, Buffalo
Bil?

'He certainly does not look like the man you paint
him:

“Looks are deceiving, Miss Markham, as you will find
out when you know him better.’

tt will take-a great deal to make me believe that he

 

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is other than an honorable man, for if his face lies, then
where will we ever lock for honor and virtue imprinted
on the human countenance?”

“So I once thought, Miss Markham, and I loved But-
falo Bill as a brother.

“I had a happy home, and all about me to make life
joyous; but, like the one is, he came 1ito my house-
hold, and left only ruin, despair, and sorrow behind him.
I sought revenge upon him, and here is his mark,”

He drew aside his hair as he spoke, revealing a hole in
his ear, evidently made by a bullet passing through.

Aiter a moment he resumed, and his voice quivered:

“He called that ‘his mark’; but, oh! he had left far
worse scars on my heart. I came to the prairies to. hide
my sorrows, and here he has dogged me, and, with his
plausible story, see how I am, while he has gone free.

“Soon he will return, and tell strange stories of me,
saying he has verified all he said, and your father’s train-
men. will swing me up like a dog to die.”

“No, they will not do that; but a trial will be given
you,” said Madge, earnestly. : ay

“There is no justice on this border, Miss Markham, ex-
cepting such as is administered oe the. muzzle of a re-
volver and the point of a knife.

“But my father will see that you do not suffer inno-
cently,”

“Miss Markham, your father is a just man, but the

men who are now his teamsters are cowboys, and a wild ©

set, who love turmoil rather than peace, and Buffalo Bill

will soon set them upon me like a pack of hounds, while

your father will be powerless to aid me.”

“But suely he will not do this wrong?”

“He surely will, and worse, as he has done in the past.”

“But remember the splendid name he has wen along
the border as the foe of evildoers, and he is the bulwark
that stands between the settler and the cruel redskins.”

“Tine stories of novelists, Miss Markham, I assure you.
But I-can do nothing, so will say no more.”

“He bowed his head, and Madge was deeply mnpressed
with all she had heard:

She believed Buffalo Bill Honceats and noble and the
guide guilty, but still there might be the shadow of a
doubt to both ‘beliefs, and he was entitled to the doubt
until proven wicked.

“Answer me,” she said, with stern abruptness. “Why
did you leave the regular trail?”

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“As I told your father, Miss Markham, to flank a band
of redskins.”’ .

“But Buffalo Bill said there were no Indians on the reg-
ular trail, and there were many on the way we were
going.”

“It is but a question between us, Miss Markham.
When I am dead and beyond recall to earth you will find
that I was the cone sinned against.”

“If I could believe this, [ would at once set you free,”
she said, in her earnest, impulsive way.

His eyes flashed, and he dropped his head, the more to
hide his thoughts, which surged through his brain like a
torrent. :

After a while he seemed to have decided his course, and
said in his low, really soft tones:

“Miss Markham, as a man who stands looking down
into his own grave, you will forgive me for what I say
to you.

“T say it asking no mercy at your hands, but only to
prove to you that I am innocent of the charge against me.

Will you hear mer”

yes, «

“And forgive me?”

“What have I to forgive?”

“That which I have to say to you.”

“T will hear you.”

“T will only say then, that when a man of my strong
nature loves, he would risk life, all, for the one who has
won that love, and face death a thousand times to shield
her from harm. |

“
@

“My love may have made me overcautious, but loving
you as I confess I do, I did all in my power to shield you
from harm, and would have gone hundreds of miles out of
mly way, rather than have had an Indian’fire upon this
train, & :

“I have only to say, Miss Markham, that thus loving
you I could not have willfully led you into danger.”

Madge Markham fairly trembled at the words of the
man. i

She had seen that he liked to be with her, yet, even in
her short life, she had received so much homage from
mien, which her beauty, wit and lovely character com-
manded, she had not noticed that he felt for her more
than friendly regard.

His confession of love, coming as it did from.a man
io Tg siuation and deadly peril, fairly stunned her.

  

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIZS.

She felt pained, deeply so, for what could she say in re-
turn, not even liking him, in spite of her admiration for
the manly qualities he had exhibited in their few weeks’
acquaintance? For the daily marches of the train had not
averaged many miles.

There was one thing this confession did, and that was
j ust what Kio Carl had aimed at.

That was, it cattsed her to doubt the guide’s guilt, and
to feel a germ of suspicion against Buffalo Bill, after all
she had heard against him from the lips of the prisoner.

Madge was impulsive, and her feelings frequently
pronypted her to act immediately, so she said, after a
moment of silence: — :

“If you can be so base as to be deceiving me, may God

forgive you.”

“Ha! Then there is in your heart a return of the affec-
tion I feel_——”

The man’s eager tones were checked by her quick and
cold words:

“No! no! no! Do not. misunderstand me, sir, for I
meant not to imply that I cared for you, for on the con-
trary, | do not; but if you are so base as to have said you
loved me, merely to touch my sympathy for you, I repeat,
may God forgive you,” :

Fe seemed disappointed, and said in an injured tone:

“You are unkind to doubt me after such a confession.”

“I will, acting upon that confession, believe you. jnno-
cent, and if you pledge yourself to return within the
month and prove yourself innocent of the charge against
you to my father, [-will set you free.”

He started and answered:

“And if Io prove myself innocent, what may I expect
from your?

“Nothing more than the pleasure I will feel in having
saved an innocent man from the death which you say
will be visited upon you.”

“And that is all?”

PPL

“No more?”

“You have heard me, sir, and I have nothing more to
say.” ,

She took from her pocket, as she spoke, a knife, and
quickly severed the bonds that held him fast.

“Now, you are free, and I advise you to lose no time in
making your escape, which can easily be done while the
men are at supper. :

 

 

 
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“Good-by, sir, and if T do wrong, eee forgive me;

uw right, b will a my own reward.’

She ‘turned away, as she spoke, and, though he called

7

her, she did not stop, but conned on to her tent,

4

ne, with a sinister, triumphant sm

shavows of the timber, spran:

a e came to and rode off upon ihe Prairie. *

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CHAPTER V.
DE RED U RON.

Sam went to make his prisoner secure for

a him more firmly to a tree, and sleep-
a a yell of s oF rise alarmed the camp, and
Miss Doo-

two ladies remained at thein tent, the old maid

The
chattering like
Bitl,

sked, excitedly, as the lad

“over sean for the coming of “Mr.” Buffalo

it, Pepper? “she a

came back ae the scene, followed by Coon and Phylli iS.

Satan's broke fis: chains, Miss Samanth,” was, the
reply.
honey

“You naughty boy! What do you mean now?” asked

-the elderly maiden.
r hav

“Miss Sum’tha, de boy do mean dat de prizner

gotted loose, so he hav,’ said I we

Oh,
backward toward Pepper.

eaten met yelled s Samantha, staggering

But Pepper stepped aside, and Miss Doolittle had a fall
that made her false teeth rattle and her ‘‘store curls”
quiver,

“Lordy! chile, what fer yer let Missy
tumble like dat?” cried Coon, springing forward, and
placing Miss Doolittle on her feet again, and who said
faintly :

“Fave I been in a faint long?”

“Not an instant, I assure you, Miss Doolittle, as I also
promise you there is no cause for you to faint, for I set
said Madge, coldly.

“Madge, May child, what is this I hear?’ cried Mr.
Markham, just then approaching the tent.

“T hear, father, that Kio Carl pledged his word that the
scout accused him of treachery through his hatred of

him, and that to save a life, that mignt have to suffer in-

the prisoner free,”

nocently, I set the guide free, and he is to come to your

BUFFALO BILL

a parrot with alarm, and longing over and —

see a man die who swore he was innocent,”

Sum’tha take a

“upon a mere suspicion of guilt.

STORIES.

ranch within the month and prove that he was not

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suilty.””

“Madge!” exclaimed Mr. Markham, wholly bewildered
at the bold act of his daughter.

“INio Carl will never prove his innocence, Miss
Madge.’

The remarks came from Pepper, in low, earnest tones,
wholly different from his usual light manner of speaking,

“Abt how romantic of you, Madge. I do’wish that I

—but, no, I don’t know as I should, and I don’t know but

2)

what I should have done the same; but

UBepper, co and tell Seedy Sam to come here,” said
i ;

‘Mt. Markham, cutting Miss Doolittle off short.

In a moment the teamster appeared, followed by his
comrades, who were crowding around him.

One glance at the group, and Madge Markham real-
ized how quickly was border justice and injustice dealt
out upon that far prairie, for she saw around the neck of
Seedy Sam a lariat, and that his arms were pinioned be-
hind him.

Instantly she sprang for ward and dragged the noose
from his neck, and with the same knife that had set free
Kio Carl severed the lariat that bound his hands behind
him.

“What does this mean?” she asked, sternly, while her
eyes flashed fire, and'her face as seen by the firelight was
flushed and anery
"He sot ther

string him up,”

priz’ner loose, miss, an’ we were goin’ ter
said one,
“It is no such thing, for I set Carl free, not wishing to
was the
ringing response.

YPagds. yer hears her talk, an’ I guesses yer takes a
back seat now, while Seedy Sam shouts thankfulness to
And

that worthy individual, who in ten minutes more would

this heur lady fur savin’ him from bein’ histed.”

have been innocently hanged, stepped forward, doffed his
hat, and bowed low before Madge, who answered:

“I am sorry my act should haye so endangered your
life, and also that your comrades are so ready to. kill
If any one must suffer,

»1T’am the one.”

“An’ I guesses ther pilgrim that says a word ter ver
en} 6 mo

gits choked with a bullit,’ said Seedy Sam, picking up
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and glowering around upon these who had so near!)
ended lis life

But the teamsters were abasned by the mi:
had made and were only too glad to skulk away, ue
ening to get ae S drunk, as @ way of asking his
i vene . orf ror t bad committed.

as. t 3 Mt sham, he iG new not what to say or do as
Madge kiss a him good-night and silently entered her
tent, whither Miss Samantha quickly followed, leaving
the father seated by the fre brooding over waat had oc-
curred, end wondering what motive could have prompted
his daughter to do as she had done.

“Good God! Can she love him?” he ee aloud as
the thought flashed throtigh his mind.

The members of the train went to their blanket-beds ”
that night with something to ponder over, from Seedy
Sam, who thought of his escape, and his comrades, wilo
could not decide upon the motives of Madge in releasing
the prisoner, down to her father, who feared he had
solved that motive, and Coon and Phyllis, who talked it
over as they dropped asleep.

The following morning, as the savory smell cf broiling
antelope-steaks was waited through the timber, the team-
ster acting as sentinel called out that a horseman was in
sight.

Soon aiter he cried:

Vitiar is two ot ’emy7,

The excitement in the camp at once grew great, for
they knew not what danger they had to confront.

But it was but a short time before Madge, looking
through her glass, cried:

“It is the guide coming back, mounted upon his own
horse, while he leads another animal, upon the back oi
which is a heavy load, apparently.”

Her father took the glass, and said, after glancing
through it:

“That is not the guide, Kio Carl, my daughter, but
Buffalo Bill in his clothing.”

“Oh, yes, I had forgotten that he disguised himself to
look like the guide, father.”

“What, is it that elegant gentleman, Mr, Buffalo Bill?”
cried Miss Doolittle, primping up her curls.

“It certainly is, Miss Samantha,’ answered Mr.
Markham. |

“T am so giad, and I hope, Madge, that you will not be
so remiss as to al to present him to me.” »

“Twill not forget ‘it, auntie; but, father, do you observe
anything strange about the hinden the led horse bears?”

Mr. Markham looked attentively through his glass for *

fulla moment, and answered:
us oe ee

‘aan being.”

and the poor critter 2 tied to the horse?”
samantha, and he is either badly wounded,

Sioead.
All who ha

added Madge, as her father paused.

d heard the conversation now gazed with in-

terest upon the coming horseman, and as he drew nearer

they could distinctly see that the led horse carried a

human form, yet whether dead or alive it was hard to tell.
Nearer a

Buff

and nearer the two horses came, until presently
alo Bill drew rein near the tent, and politely raised

“his hat to the ladies, while Mr. Markham said:

“Gilad to see you ‘back, scout,
good news.”

“I bring you a wounded prisoner, sir, the compan’on
of Kio Carl,” and Buffalo Bill threw aside the false beard

and I hope you bring us

he wore, sprang to the ground and approached the led
horse, which was a spotted Indian pony. Upon the back
of the pony Buffalo pill had arranged biatikets so as to
form a kind of resting place for the wounded man, whose
face was white and pinched, as with great anguish. _,

His feet and arms had then been so bound as to hold
him in position, and though he had suffered fearfully at
every step of the horse, he had borne up bravely through
the long night’s ride. ,

The teamsters and all the camp had now gathered
around, and Buffalo Bill said: :

“Make me up a bed for him as soon as possible.”

This was quickly done, and, aided by Seedy Sam, the
scout raised the wounded man from the back of the pony.

“Gently, pard Bill, fer yer bullit hunted deep, an’ I
ain’t no He ter erOan at a trifle,” he said, as his face
became livid, when Buffalo Bill iaid him upon the hast-

_ily-constructed couch.

“He is most severely wounded, I see,” said
Markham, in a sympathetic ae

_ “He has his mortal wound, sir,” was the calm reply.

“Can he not ver’?

The question came timidly from Madge.

“Not an hour longer, miss.”

“Introduce me, Madge, for I wish to speak to the fa-_
mous scout, and ask him a few questions,” said Miss
Doolittle, driving her sharp. elbow into the side of the
maiden.

But Madge was gazing sorrowfully upon the dying
man, and, seeing that an introduction was not to be had
just then, Miss Doclittle made a low courtesy, gave a
smirk, and said: r

“Pardon my speakine to you, great scout, without a
formal presentation, and let the circumstances under
which we meet by my excuse for my boldness, for I dont
know as I should, aud I don’t know but what I-should;
but Here she gave the usual pause, and Mr. Mark-

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ham coughed, Madge turned away, and Coon was heard
to say in a low tone ae :
“Golly, but she am a talker!” g :
“But,” repeated Miss Doolittle, in a louder tone, “will
you kindly: inform ine, sir, ii that poor suffering mortal

ian avas sla ain by the. aborigines ?”

“Don't toot yer horn too lively, old gal, fer I hain’t dead

yet, came IY om the wounded man, and in spite of him-

| self Buffalo Bul smiled ; _ but. a the laughter that

was upon his lips, he sa a

“No, miss; this man was wounded by myself.”

“You. shot him?” and Miss Dooli ttle grew faint.

t @id, madam.”

“He shouts truth, old gal, an’ yer may set him down as
havin’ kilt me, fer I got it heur; but | don’t blame him,
fer ef he hedn’t been Ao than 1 were, hed a been

‘out on the prairie now.’

All looked at the wounded man, and then at Buffalo
Bill, who stood calmly gazing. down upon the one whom
he had wounded unto death.

“Can not thing be done for him, sir ?

“Nothing, miss,”

“NWN tio is he, sir?”

The question came from Mr,
Buffalo Bul said:

“Ee is—-but ask him, sir.”

The wounded man heard the query and reply, and an-

swered tor himself: ne .

“Has yer ever heard_o’ Salt Lake Saul, pard?”

ie mist confess I have not.”’

“Perhaps ef I sling my t’other handle
know it. |

“Has yer heerd o ther White Panther?”

CA renegade said to be the ally of the Indians?”

“Yas, :

“And do you: claim to be that monster, of aa so
much that is wicked has been said?” asked Mr. Markham,
in a tone of horror, while Madge shrank back with a
shudder, for she, too, had heard of the White Panther.

2

7 asked Made.

Markham, and in response

at yer, yer i

“No more dodgin’ ther truth, pard, fer Bufler thar
knows

a

S me. ,
are Salt Lake. Saul, Hee Wine Panther,” and the
dying man cast his eyes on the group to see the effect
of his words.
All remained silent, and he fone while each mo-
ment his. voice grew weaker :

“I am thet pilgrim, what Butler hes left oO. me, cae as
I axed him to fetch me to. camp to see my eld pard, Kio
Carl, afore I die, he patched up this hole in my side, and
here I are, =0 trot out Kio, or Pll oe ther dife trail afore
he sees-me.” . :
LL: “He wishes to see fie prisoner, Carl, nleee foe a a
n@oments, and I see no reason why we should refuse the

  

STOE RIES. 15

said Buffalo Bill, as all looked
and no-one spoke in reply to the request of

request of a dying man,”
at each other,
Salt Lake Saul. .

Mr. Markham’s face flushed, and he todicd worried ;
but before he could reply, Madge Dae forward and
said, in her clear tones: .

“The guide, Carl, is no longer in camp, sir, for Z re-
leased ce last night.’

Buffalo Bill was. Pied aback, it was ue and he
arched his’ eyebrows and looked to the maiden for an ox
planation, while the dying man shouted forth:

“Are this a leetle game to keep me from seein’ Kior” _

“T assure you it is not. Kio Carl swore'to me that he.
was innocent of the charge this gentleman made against
him, and to save him A death, which he said would be
his fate, I set him free.” _

“My dear young lady, you have made the saddest mis-

‘take of your life, for, upon your own track, you have

loosened a bloodhound that knows no mercy to man or
woman.” — nt ond

Buffalo Bill spoke the words in an impressive manner
that catised every particle of blood in the face of Madge
Markham to recede in a totrent upon her heart, and for a
moment she felt as though she would faint.’

But recovering herself quickly, a great effort, she
said, in a low tone:

“T believed him innocent, from all-he said to me.”

“This man, if he will, can tell you if he is guilty or not.
Will you speak, Salt Lake Saul?”

All waited breathlessly for the answer of the dying man.

He professed to be the friend of Carl, and he had long
been the foe of Buffalo Bill. :

Would his hatred of the scout cause him to protect Kio
Carl with his last breath?

If he said that the guide was innocent, then Madge
would feel that he had told the truth in speaking against
Bufialo Bill.

She wished to feel that she had not done wrong, and

‘yet sl she found it hard to believe that such a man as Buf-
3ill’s face showed him to be could be pine a as

falo I
game against the guide.

Buffalo Bill seemed the most unconcerned of all present,
and as he hesitated, he asked:

“Will you answer, Saul, as to the guilt of yout pard ee

“What does yer wish ter know?”

“Ts he not, like yourself, a tenes

“lt are a fer him ter live among Indians than white
folks, an’ thar are settlements he don’t go in, onless he
are disguised.”

“Ts that sufficient, miss: ” and the scout a irase: to
Madge, who, without glancing at him, addressed’ Salt
Lake Saul: es

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16 THE BUFF

“Vas, ef I hes time ter answer ‘em; but wimmen 1s aiw-
ful an’ ongodly cur’us, an’ maybe I mout die afore I kin
answer ‘em all.”

-In spite of herself, Madge smiled, but asked:

“Was it the intention of our guide to lead us into the
power of the Indians?”

“Tt were.”

Madge started, and again asked:

“He, then, was their ally?”

“Fact, fer | were his pard, an’ he were ter take you as
his prize, an’ me an’ Black Face an’ ther bucks were ter
hev ther booty.”

“Oh, what have I done?” cried poor Madge, and turn-
ing to Buffalo Bill she said pleadingly:

“T humbly ask you to forgive me, sir.”

“T have nothing to forgive, Miss Markham, for my-
self; but it is yourself and those oi the train that will be
the sufferers,” and Buffalo Bill bent over the dying man

and said kindly:
“Ts there nothing 1 can do for you, pard, for I will
eladly execute any request you have to make?”

Salt Lake Saul’s manner at once changed, and a bright
ght seemed to come over his face, while he dropped at
nee the border slang, and said in a full voice:

“Butialo Bill, you are a true man, and I will trust you.

“I have long been a villain, and from bad to worse
-ave I gone until I die now, a renegade, @ thief and a
murderer.

“Could man be worse?” |

“Bon’t speak of that now,” said Buffalo Bill, in the
same
showed the great scout in a new phase, by no means cal-
culated to lessen him in the esteem of those who saw and
heard him.

“You gave me my

thank you for it

death wound, Buffalo Bill, and I
, for you have saved me from the gallows,

and I will ee my forgiveness by leaving you a duty to”

perform.

“Around my waist, when I am dead, you will find a
leather belt, in which are some valuable papers, and a
little money. :

“A confession there from me will tell eho I am and
what you are to do with the papers.

“Will you do this for me?”

We,

“Then I am content.
yours

Give me your hand, even if
is honest and mine is crime-stained.”

Buftalo Bill grasped the hand of the dying renegade,
and kneeling by him, thus remained.

The eyes of Salt Lake Saul closed, a smile even came
over his face, and soon hand tight-
ened and then‘ relaxed.

the grip on the scout’s
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CHAPTER Vi
BUFFALO BILL'S GAME TO WIN.

It was not long, after Saul Lake Saul died, before

Buffalo Bill transferred the leather belt, unexamined by
him, to his own waist, and told Mr. Markham that it was
necessary for him to be at once on the march.
- A grave was hastily dug, the body of the renegade
placed therein, and the train pulled out for the Platte
trail, once more, Buffalo Bill again in his own clothing
and mounted on his own horse, while Madge rode Carl’s
black, as the treacherous guide had, in making his escape
that.night, very meanly stolen the horse of the one who
had set him free, in return for her kindness, for he well
knew the speed and bottom of the animal.

Having set Mr. Markham on the trail with full direc-
tions what to do and where to camp, Buffalo Bill waved
a farewell to the ladies—a salute Miss Doolittle took to
be a kiss of the hand to her, and returned it vigorously

. from her fingertips—and started off across the prairie at

a swinging gallop. a
The noble animal seemed almost tireless, and the rest
he had had while with the train made hin feel periectly
fresh, so that mile after mile was thrown behind him with
wonderful rapidity.
It was a long and hard ride to Fort Kearney, but
the horse was fully equal to it, and shortly after night-
fall the lights of the fort came into sight.
_ “Halt! Who comes?” ee
The challenge of the sentry rang out clear and stern,
and Buffalo Bill:drew rein while he answered:
“Scout with important news for the commandant.”
““Dismount, advance, and give the countersign,”
turned tne sentry.

Tes

“T have no countersign, so call the corporal of the
guard, and have him take me to the colonel, for 1 have
no time to lose,” answered the scout, impatiently, mutter-

ing to himself as the soldier obeyed:

“Military discipline and red tape are well enough at
times, but not when a fellow is in a hurry.”

It was some moments before Buffalo Bill was ushered
into the presence of the commandant at fort Kearney,
who gave him a hearty welcome.

“Well, Cody, you don’t mean to say that even you have
ridden to Omaha and back since you left here going
east.”’

“No, colonel.”

“Indians ran you back to the shelter of the fort, eh?”

“Not exactly, sir, and-yet they are the cause of my
coming.” ‘

“Indeed,
here.”

I knew of none being along

<

the trail east of

“Nor are there any, cir, immediately upon the trail, bu
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discovered a train frail going up the north fork of the
Loup, and knowi ing that it would lead directly into old
Black Face’s country, and seeing how small was the force,
I took the liberty Ua dicoterige orders, as | knew the
eontents of the dispatches, and that a few days’ delay
would do no harm, and I followed on.”
You take big chances in disobeying orders, Cody, but
feel you deemed it of greater importance than to press
n,” said the colonel. .
“Had I not, sir, 1 would have gone cn.
/ “But I overtook thé train and discovered it to belong to
a Mr. Markham, who with his daughter and another lady,
his servants and cowboys, the latter acting as teamsters,
as going to the Waller Ranch on the Platte, which he
as ee purchased.”
“TI knew that Waller
garding its sale.”
“And Mr. Markham bought it, fitted out his train in
Omaha, and employed as a guide none other than Kio

had been in correspondence re-

“Ha! . That devilish renegade and road agent?”
ae oo sit, and. he) has a pard, Salt

Lake

aes precious scoundrel,”
cy. es, sir, during his lifetime,’’ was the eeipeane reply.
“You hint that he is dead.” '
mrve: is.7*
“What was the nature of his illness?” and the colonel
smiled.
| Killed him, sir.’
-“T expected that, Cody, for you generally. distribute
four bullets when and where they are most needed.
“But there is a cool thousand offered for his head, dead
re Alive.
“You are in luck,”
“T don’t care for blood money, colonel; but, as I was
telling you, Salt Lake Saul had gone on ahead of Carl
and the train, to pest old Black Face, who was to be in
ambush at-a certain timber motte.” —
“A tare plot of deviltry!?
up with the train, I found Carl had gone on ahead ‘to
Prepare camp, he said, and I told Mr. Markham he was
being led into a trap, got him to set one for the guide, and
‘he came back and fell into it.”
“Killed him, too, Bill?”
NG sir, |
OVW atc pity! ee
T only wish Tl ha

1, sir, but I took his rig, and starting
ack a with him a prisoner, made up

as Kio Carl, so
timber, v
fterward found out.”

as oe fool Black Face, and went on to the

Which Iam glad to say 1 thwarted, for upon coming —

where he lay in ambush a just fifty oe. i

i@
“You were foolhardy, Cody.” a
“Oh, no, colonel, only a little risky, but I met the old

redskin, played Kio Carl on him, and fooled him well, and
discovering that Salt Lake Saul was back in the timber,
told Black Face to send him on after me, made up a
tough yarn, and put back to the train.

“Salt Lake Saul followed me, mistook me for Carl, his
pard, discovered his mistake when I had the drop on him,
but showed his panther claws, and I shot him.

“But I did not kill him then, but carried the plucky
fellow on to the cainping- ground of the train, and thot ugh
he suffered untold agony, he did not utter a groan.

“To my horror, I found that Kio Carl had escaped, and,
after burying Saul, who died an hour, after reaching camp,
I put the train on the right trail and came on here.”

~ You have done well, Cody, but why did you not go on
to Omaha with the dispatches, and make this known on
your return?”

Buffalo Bill smiled and answered:

“Because, colonel, . little game is not yet Pe out
to the winning point.”

“There is something else to tell, then?”

“No, sit; but to do.”

“What do you mean?”
“IT made an appointment with old Black Face.”

A

“I told him, in my then character of his renegade ally,
Kio Carl, that the train was to be at Lone Tree at a cer-
tain time, and to there creep upon it, and attack it, while
a squadron of troopers were then moving upon him, ae
posing him to be elsewhere than where he then was.’

a eee

“The Lone Tree, as you know, is a rise in the prairie,
where there is a good stream of water, a thicket of cotton-
moods, and that one large tree.”

“Yes, | have camped there.”

“The grass is deep surrounding it and the Indians can.
readily creep upon the camp and ae ib! :

bre.

“Well, sir, 1 thought it would be a good idea to start
out at once a couple of ambulances, a few wagons, and

oe mounted men, and send them at once to Mee Lone
Tree

“To be es by the redskine?”

Noes’

“What then?”

“To surprise the redskins.”

“T confess | am on a-blind trail, Cody.”

“The. wagons and ambulances, sir, can be full of
soldiers, and the horses can be those belonging to the
a

“When they go into camp, the horses can all be saddled
and ready for mounting, the soldiers lying in ambush, and

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ahaa Black ie and his braves oh on the encampment,

expecting to surprise a train with a few women and a
hali-score of men, they can be met by half-a-hundred
cavalrymen.”
Cody, you are a trump!” cried hs enthusiastic colonel.
“Then play me at the game with old Black Face, and
from there I will go on to Omaha, with the dispatches,
and only be about three days late, for to-morrow night is
the time I appointed with the chief.”
“But may not Kio Carl, who you say escaped from the

train, have reached Black Face, and thus let the cat out

of the bag?”

“No, sit, for I followed his teak and it led southward,
and, besides, as I started Black Face from his ambush in
the timber, and have ridden hard myself, Carl cannot
reach the redskins before they make their attack.”

“Well, Cody, this is a glorious plan of yours, and 1 will
send Captain Burr with you within an hour.”

= ‘We must start as soon as possible, sir.”

“You shall, for you wish to strike the trail Markham’s

train would be on, so as to deceive the redskins, should
they be on the watch. But may not the Markham train
come along, too?’

_*No, sir, for I told Mr. Markham my oa oat directed
iim howto proceed, and where to camp.”

The colonel touched a bell, an orderly appeared, and
ne was sent after Captain Dangerfield Burr, a handsome,
dashing cavalry officer, who readily entered into the plot,

and used such dispatch in getting off that the sham

settlers’ train pulled out of Kearney in one hour after the
arrival of Buffalo Bill at the fort. eee

The next day, gazing from a distant point, and con-
cealed in a clump of cottonwoods, an Indian warrior was
watching a small wagon train filing across the prairie.

His eyes sparkled as he observed its course, and in-

stinctively he dropped his hand upon his scalping-knife,
as though in anticipation of the red deeds to be done when
darkness settled down tipon the face of the earth,

Toward a risé in the prairie, where was one large tree
and numerous small ones, looking like a giant and his
children, the train held its way, and within its shelter
came to a halt, just as the sun touched the western hori-
zon of the plain.

The Indian lookout still ee to gaze upon the

glimmering white tilts of the wagons, lighted up by the
last rays of the setting sun, and remained like a statue
of bronze, his eyes riveted upon the scene, until he saw the
rosy hue of camp-fires cast their radiance out from the

_ thicket.

‘her, wheeling his pony, he urged him to full speed,
ana tor a tew miles. ce to: fly over the ee

 

 

a ride of half an hou he came oe a winding

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stream, the banks of which were fringed with cotton. |

woods, and down this he turned until he rode into dense

timber, wherein were visible, like shadowy specters, the |

forms of horses and their riders.
“What has Good Eye to say?’ asked a deep voice, as
the Indian lockout sprang from his panting pony. —

“The wheel-tepees have canyped in the shadow of the |

Lone Tree,” was the calm reply, althoug rh from the man-

ner in which the savage had ridden, it ‘would have been :
more natural had he blurted out exactly the information |

he bore.
A satished grunt was uttered by the fit rst Speaker, and
echoed by a score of others, a then came the question:
“How many wheel-tepees ?” }

The Indian courier sil on dicated the number by
holding up as many fingers as. there were wagons.
“The pateface spoke with a straight tongue.

braves mount their ponies and be ready.”

_ Let my

Tt was the same one who had : spoken before who owe

the command, and as he rode out of the shadow of the

timber upon the open prairie, the lingering light. in the
west revealed that it was Black Face, the Sioux éhief.

As though he knew well the. spot, he held his way |

directly toward the Lone -[ree, as the place was called |

where the Indian courier had seen the train go into camp.

A ride at a slow walk brought the band. to the place
where the lookout had sat upon his horse, gazing upon
the train, and here a halt was made. \

Dismounting, the Black Face securely tied his pony,

and then looked to his arms, his example being followed

by the others of the band.
“Tet the Deer Foot and the Eagle go forward and see

if the palefaces are asleep.

“We will wait their coming at the trail crossing.”
The two braves, in obedience to the command of the
chief, sprang away on foot and disappeared soon aiter in

‘the darkness, while Black F Face and ‘his braves, also leay-

ing their ponies behind them, under one guard, set off to
follow them. ;

They had been gone but a few moments, when the thud
of hoofs on the prairie attracted the attention of the lr-
dian sentinel over the ponies. ?

Attentively he listened, and soon discovered that the
sound grew more and more distinct, and that whoever it
was, his course lay toward the timber where the ponies
were concealed. ae :

There was but one horse, he knew from the sound, and
glidine to the edge of the timber toward which he was
approaching, the warrior unslung his rifle and waited
with a courage and calmness that it would be well for
our soldiers to imitate in times of danger when nerve is
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CHAPTER Vit:

AN UNHEEEDED WARNING.

   
  
 

ame es see t

   
 
   
  

ently, ae within good gunshot range of the tim-
: a came to a halt and stood for an instant, evidently
rching the length of the motte, as though to penetrate
dark ae and discover what awaited him there.

  
  
    
 
   
 
  
 

strange oe was giving signals ay ae imitations
ild beasts.

    
  
  
 

, and the last signal was answered by the sharp bark
the coyote, which would have fooled an animal of that
cies himself.

nstantly the horseman came forward toward the tim-
ber yet ata ne walk, and again halted within pistol
‘ge, and called out in the Indian tongue:
‘Min-na-wash-te?” ‘ ee
‘Viash-ie,’ came the reply of the Indian, and the horse-
-rode up to the timber.
iio Carll’ cried the Indian;

    
  
   
   
  
   

the horse-

 

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ieee
L1Zing

    
  

“My red brother speaks true, and
ipon the trail of the Black Pace,”

have come hard
was the answer of the

tired

  

eround to: give rest to his

  
    
  
  

rse, whose drooping head showed that he had been
: ressed hard

“The chief is on the red trail, as my white brother told

i,’ answered the Indian.

“Yne Black Face is not here; then?”

  

SENT 3)

ENO.
Phere is he?”
“The Bear Claw has spoken.”
“His ponies are here,” and Carl glanced around at the
omes hitched in the timber.

The eee Claw is their : me

  
  
 
  
  
  

wile the Black Face

  
  
  

» But ae trail Bear c ta Ww 3 asked Kio Carl, evidently
at a loss to understand the Indian.
he trail of the wheel-tepees,’’

' “Ts there a train near?”

     
  

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES.

feet follow the wrong trail,”

Kio trifle

 

“Did not the Kio tell the Black Face that the wheel-

tepees would camp at the Lone Tree, and that he must

creep upon them as the snake in the darkness?”

“Redskin, oe ba off, for I told the Black Face
no such thing.”

“The paletace talks crooked now. Let him follow the
trail of the Black Face. He will find him upon the prairie
toward the Lone Tree.”

“Pll go at once,” said Kio Carl, leaving his horse in
the timber, the same splendid animal which he had stolen
from Madge Markham, and set out at a swinging trot
upon the prairie.

He had gone about a mile when he suddenly stumbled
over something in the deep grass, fell, and before he could
resist. was bound hand and foot.

“Is this the way for my red brothers to treat me?” he
asked in an injured tone, recognizing the braves of Black
Pace.

The Indians gave a grunt of surprise, cut his bonds at
once, and sent for Black Face.

“The Black Face welcomes his white brother. Has he
just come from the paleface camp?” said the chief in his
dignified way, for an Indian shows dignity, even in cut-
ting a throat. :

“My brother’s eyes are blind, his ears are not right, his
said Carl, impressively.

“Tt is the trail my white brother told me to follow.”

“Not so, chief, for I have been a prisoner, and the tim-
ber where I expected you to ambush the train, and sent
you word by the White Panther, is far from here. Did
not the White Panther see the Black Facer”

es, and told him all the Kio had said; but does
vith the Srouxr’

“No, it was all as I told the White Panther
known to you, but

the

to make
Buffalo Bill, the paleface Pa-e-has-ka’
——here a general grunt was given, and there was a hand
dropped on every. knife-hilt—“came to the train; told the
chief I was the ally of my red brothers and I was seized
and bound.
“But a paleface maiden, one whdis yet to be my squaw,
et me free, and ] have come on the trail of the Black
Face to tell .him where to strike the oe ‘
The Indians, from the chief down, loolked-at each other
in utter amazement, while Black Face said sternly:
“The Kio’s t

They have e

gue is crooked to talk so to the Sioux.
1 eyes, are not smitten by the Great Spirit

here,” and he placed his hand upon his head as a means
of indicating that he was no fool.

“The Kio speaks true, and again tells the Black Face
that the train is far from her

“The Kio is like a snake, for he would strike his red
brother, when he knows the wheel-tepees are there,’ and
he pointed toward the Lone Tree encampment.

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20
“That is * firmly said Kio
Ca is

“The Kio tells lies,” was the savage rejoinder, and the
acquiescing grunt of the braves showed that they ti t
sO, too.
Kio Carl ares his hand upon his pistol, but realizing

how unequal would be a combat, he said,

“There may be a camp there, and there is, for I see the
fires, but it is not the camp of my people.”
“Did not the Kio tell me they would be there?”
6e%T wy
No

2

“Did he not tell me to come here with my braves and
reep upon the wheel-tepees in the dark?”

RT.
“Does the oe say that he did not come to my camp

this?” and it was evident that Black Face was

and tell me
waxing wroth.

“el hes
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I do say so, for I have not been in the camp of the
Black Face, nor near it, for months.

“T sent White Panther to you, to tell you what to do;
but as.I was taken prisoner, I could not follow out my
lan, and having escaped now, I come to the Black Face

10 lead him upon the train of my people.”

“Does the Kio think that the Black Face and his braves
ire blind,
ame not to their camp two moons ago:

“I did not, I only wish I could have done so.’

“Yet he talked with the Black Face, and then returned
to his people, and the White Panther went after him, and
the Black Face is here to follow his words.”

“Look here, chief, when was this?’ suddenly asked Kio
Carl, as the truth now flashed upon him.

“Two sleeps ago.”
“By the Rockies! It was Buffalo Bill!”
“The great white chief hides not his face under hair,”

and Black Face referred to the beard of Kio Carl, who
answered, quickly :

37

“Yes, for he disguised himself to look like the Ee

pitt on his face a false,beard.
‘le has played with the eyes and poured lies into the
ears of the Black Face and his braves.

7

“The great Pa-e-has-ka has set you upon a wrong trail,

chief, and laid a trap into which you are walking, for yon-
der train is not that of my people, 4 I left it far across
the prairies, toward the setting sun.”
“And the White Panther?”
“I have not seen him.”
“The Kio has a deep heart and he is throwing lies in
the ears of the Black Face.”
Pain riot, chet.”
vlack Face does not trust him.” —_ pee
‘il wight, you infernally stubborn old redskia! Go
way and attack yonder train, and if you don’t catch

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and have no ears, that he tells them that he

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES.

a Tartar whose name is Buffalo Bill, you can set me dowp
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not wishing to attack the train, and desiréd to fool him
The Black Face is no fool,” he said, sava
“Youll find you are, if you rush against that train, for
I am sure it is some trick OF that devil, Buffalo Bill, to
get you into a death grapple.”
Let my warriors bi nd the Kio, and soon the Black
Face will show him how crooked is his tongue.”
“Adl night chief Ud rather be bound than go to fight
yonder train,” was the indifferent response of the man,

 

emed

war ering was tinheeded, se

 

wholly Indians find out the truth of
what he ha their own way, and he laughed

at the surprise he felt they would receive, as he was
assured that Buffalo Bill had laid a trap into which they

were goine to fall with the greatest of ease.
going

Without the slightest resistance, Kio Carl submitted to
being bound and was then laid upon the prairie, with the
quiet remark from Black Face:

“When the palefaces’ scalps hang at the belts of my
braves, and we come back for our ponies, the Black Face
will return for the Kio.”

“You don’t mean to leave me here all alone, chief?”
asked Kio, with quick alarm.

The chief nodded.

“Leave a brave with me.”

“The knots of the ras are tied.”

“Still I might escape.”

“The Black Face will risk it.”

“Chief, again I warn you not to attack that camp. It
looks as though I had deceived you, but I have told you
only the truth, as you will scon find out. Let one of your
braves stay will me to set me free, when it is proven my
words are true.’

“No,” and as the chief uttered the word the two war-
rior spies whom he had sent on ahead to reconnoitre,
came up to him. |

“What have my braves seen?” he asked.

“All the palefaces are asleep, and they keep no guard.”

“Ugh! Now my paleface brother with the crooked
tongue hears.” oo

“Yes, and you'll hear miore than you want to soon,”
muttered Kio Carl. |

Leaving the renegade where he had been tied, Black
Face called his warriors around him, and silently as
specters they moved away in the co rkness and disap-

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES.

or a quarter of a mile they glided rather than walked
ong, and then Black Face called a halt and gave a few
ers in a low tone, which were passed along the line
grim savages.
‘hen, down: upon their faces they fell, and like magic,
ippeared from sight. :
‘the shelter of the few small trees surrounding the
cottonwood were visible four smouldering camp-
that had been deserted for the night, and the camp
med buried in the degnest repose, |
s the warriors, crawling like snakes through the grass,
e nearer, their keen eyes detected on each side of the
aimpment what seemed to be a sentinel, leaning against
mall tree, and their arrows were set to their bows, and
on each form had half-a-dozen shafts sent into it.

Without a groan from either, they sank upon the

hed 1 upon ee camp. \
= oe himself, ever foremost in the fight, bent

vith prairie grass.
But ere he had time to ponder upon this ae cir-
mstance, out from behind the wagons poured a perfect
ain of fire, and down in their tracks fell a score of red
dead or dying, while cheer upon cheer of the soldiers
Broke upon the air and spread dismay among the red

“Euack Face had just time to itnemnes the watning

iven him by Kio Carl, and to realize that the renegade’s

ngue had not been crooked in that instance, when he
saw rushing upon him a number of soldiers, with carbines
and sabres, and quickly and loudly he'called to his braves
to rally around him.

| They obeyed promptly and met the attack bravely, al-
though taken wholly by surprise; but when, out of the
thickets where the train horses were concealed, there
dashed a score of cavalrymen with Buffalo Bill at their

head, the savages gave one yell of terror, fired a volley at.

random, and bounded ney over the prairie like a herd of
deer.

With triumphant yells, the cavalry followed them,.
shooting them down here and there, and causing them,
as the only means of safety, to scatter singly and in’pairs,
and thus continue their mad flight, or hide in the long

_ grass.
With a horseman in hot pursuit, Black Face had an
opportunity of realizing how thoroughly he had been
whipped, and to mourn over the loss of two-thirds, if not
all of his warriors, for he had seen that it would be a
miracle almost if himself or any one of the band escaped.

an

As he ran along like a deer, holding his own pretty well
against the horse of his pursuer, he heard a cry, and in
the Sioux tongue. :

It was:

“Let my i brother free me from my bonds, that I
may escape.”

He recognized the voice, and saw instinctively, half-
seated on the ground, half-hidden by the grass, the form
of Kio Carl.

Though he knew well that he jad told the truth, and
understood what a terror in battle Kio Carl was, he dared
not then hesitate an instant to free him, while the thought
came into his mind to free himself at the cost of the
renegade’s life.

Instantly he changed his course, and ran nearer the
bound prisoner, to bring the pursuer upon him while fol-
lowing his trail, and as he dashed by, said:

“Let the Kio call upon his own people to set him free,”

The next instant he had gone by like the wind.

But Kio Carl at once understood the dodge of the wily
Indian, and hearing the horseman coming, threw himself
over and over again in somersaults, until he had gone
many feet from where he had been lying.

hen he came to a halt and wormed himself along in
the grass until he was almost wholly concealed from view.

Just at that moment, the one in hot pursuit of Black
Face, whose form he could indistinctly see in the distance,
dashed by, and not twenty feet away from where Carl was
concealed.

CHAPTER Vitis :
BUFFALO BILL’S DOUBLE DUEL.

For some moments after, Kio Carl lay motionless, as
though he feared the coming of others.

But as he heard no sound-near, and the shouts of the
soldiers and the trampling of horses far off, with an
occasional shot, a cheer or a death yell, he rose again to a
sitting posture.

His hands were bound behind his back, and a throng
had connected them with his feet, which were also secured,
so ‘that he cculd not even stand upright.

Raising himself to a sitting position, he gazed around
over the prairie, and could see dark forms of horsemen
flitting here and there, ,

“They are pursuing some of the redskins toward the
timber where they left their horses, but few can escape,
Pll warrant,” he muttered.

Toward the Lone Tree he saw that the camp-fires had
been rekindled, and numerous forms were seen passing to
and fro in the light of them, showing that the soldiers had.

- been in considerable force,

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“and see ae I can do té get some braves to aid me,
if I have not: the’ reine with the reds, Salt Lake
has, and | he'll be glad enough to a me if I.save his

ome, old Fellow. te trail leads to Omaha,” he said to

e, and the head of the animal was at once turned

: prection, while his rider again te as he rode

Buffalo Bill capee old Salt Lake aul he wil il go

haha to ) draw nis ae and I will be able to square

was dead, | eae have Te to oy as ae soldiers
iid have no terror for me

nd, about the'time Kio Carl came to. ihe decision, the

son of whom he was speaking was just leaving the

e Tree camp on his ride to Omaha, to delivet' to the
imandant there the delayed dispatches. In the ambush

t by the Lone Tree Buffalo Bill had won the admira-.

| of all the soldiers by his reckless courage and the

ainty with which he got every Indian he went for.

NV hen the redskins scattered he had pursued the larger
rce, most anxious above all things to capture Black
ace, the daring chief who had so long been the bitter
e of the whites and had spread terror along the border

) So. G ie
‘Still continuing to scatter, Buffalo Bill soon found him-
If in pursuit of but one redskin.

He was not mounted upon his own horse, having left
lim at the fort.to rest, and the fugitive ran well, and
seemingly. untiringly, t the nature of the ground being such
that the scout’s pony did not come up with him until a
mile had been- gone over.

‘Then, secing that he would be overtaken and shot down,

he redskin, panting from his tremendous race, grasped his
omahawk before he turned at bay, for he had thrown :

away his rifle to lessen his weight in running.

‘Then ‘suddenly he paused, and the tates Heed

with good aim, struck the scout’s pony fairly in the head

and brought him to earth with. a suddenness that sent his

rider far over his head.

Nimble as a cat, Butialo Bill Gene upon his feet, and
just as he did so grasped the Indian in his strong arms.

Expecting that the scout would fall with his horse, the.
Indian, was taken by surprise, and, powerful though he

was, Black Face was no match for the white man, espe-
cially as he was tired by his long run.

The struggle, therefore, was of short duration, and fe.

result was that. Buffalo Bill was the victor, the redskin
lying dead at his feet.

But-he did not tarry to gloat over his fea, but, tear
ing the feather head-dress from his victim, he put it on

- his own head and started on a run for the timber,

23

which’
was distant but a few hundred yards. 7

The guard who had halted Kio Carl earlier in the even-
ing still held his post, and had been an alarmed witness
of the attack in the distance, and the defeat of his red
brothers, for he could hear enough to convince him that
Black Face had caught a Tartar.

He had patiently waited to see further developments,
well knowing that those of the band who escaped would
head for the timber where their ponies were, and his
quick eye had detected the forms of the Indian and his

‘mounted pursuer.

Instantly he started to get a pony and go to the aid of
his brother warrior, and he rode out of the timber just as
he saw the Indian stand at bay, and the pony and his rider
go down.

He could hardly repress aed of joy that rose to his —
lips, vet did so, fearing that there might be other pur- 7
suers near.

The next instant he saw what he believed to be his fel-
low brave spring up from the prairie and come on toward
the timber.

Fe looked closely to assure eek that it was not a
foe, and recognizing the eagle feather head-dress flutter-
ing down the back of the runner, he felt that it must be
Black Face, his chief. .. me

But it was Buffalo Bill, and this circumstance the red-
skin discovered too late to.save his life, for, running di-
Tectly wp to him, the scout had him in his grasp and
dragged him off his pony in an instant’s time.

There was a glimmer of steel, a desperate struggle for
a few seconds, and Buffalo Bill stood upright, holding the |
rein of the frightened pony, while at his tae lay the :
warrior, dead.

Springing upon 1 the pony he had SO. aoe eet
Buffalo Bill rode back to-where his own animal] lay, and
quickly dispatched the wounded beast, for the tomahawk.
had not done. its work fully.

Then, transferring his saddle and bridle to: ue new

steed, the scout rode into the timber where the ponies-

were tied, and these were soon loosened and sent off at a
gallop toward the camp at Lone Tree.

Hearing them coming, the soldiers, who had nearly all
returned to camp, rallied to repel, as they believed, a.
charge; but, hearing Buffalo Bill’s voice calling out to
them, they did not fire; and up he dashed with his. four- -
footed captives, to the great delight | of ae Burr and
his troopers, :

Having dismounted and corraled the ponies, Pugster
Bill, picking out one-of the best of the lot that. had be-
longed to the band of. Black Face, bade farewell to.

Captain Burr and his gallant troopers, and went off like — io

 

 
 

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a rocket to carry hig dispatches to Omaha, and the cheers
of his comrades followed far out on the prairie as he
sped along through the darkness.

a

CHAPTER IX.
THE FUGITIVE STEED.

Buffalo Bill was no sparer of horse or human when

he had his duty to do, and this held good on his ride to
Omaha: ;

He did not care for ae Poe he knew that he could
stand any amount of fatigue, but he knew that his horse
would fail him secon, and he looked about him to decide
where he couid get another animal. ee

_ He remembered a ranch on Beaver Creek, where he
would likely be able to get a good horse, and thither he
went, to find that the cabin had been burned and the cat-
tle run off, and he knew that it had been the os of Black
Face and his band.

_ But, as good Iuck would have it, just as his tired horse
would carry him no further, he spied an animal feeding
some distance off, :

A closer observation, and he gave a
had been told by Mr. Mar
ful thorot ughbred, a
wonderful endurance

The animal had one his haiter one night and in
the m rorning could nowhere be found. |

shout . joy, for he
rkham that he had lost a beauti-
claybank, noted for his speed and

Bill remembered the Iccality wh ere Mr. M: ark ham. had

told him he had lost the horse, and he knew it was not
very far frem where he ae svas,

The silver mane and tail, long
buckskin color of the oe
told Buffalo I Brll that }
just in the nick of time. - ee

“© fool fot Tuck, and a poor man for children, ” as the
soldiers say at the fort, and I must be the fonnier to carry
out the saying, for I do happen to be most lucky.

“But now, if I can only catch that horse, I'll be willing
to have luck go against me for the next month,”

The animal now sighted the scout, and instantly held
his shapely head up, like a deer scenting danger.

' Knowing that his own horse was too tired to go out of
a walk, Bill at once turmed him loose, and hit-him a a
to make ‘him go some distance from him:

The horse trotted off some thirty pacés, and the scout
at once dropped down behind the bank of the creek, ran
co te ee distance, and crawled through the long

“rectly to where his horse had halted’ and
eved head too tired to move.

. hav e moved off, however, at seeing the form
ore wling in the grass, had the not been

and flowi ing, the perfect
added to his trim build,
and

1¢ had fot ind the lost animal,

 

  

THE BUFFALO B

. gave a low whinny.

o his capture, and in ten minutes he had the beautiful |

    
  
   
    

checked by a kind
was at his feet.

Gazing in the direction of the fugitive horse, the Scout
caw that it was approaching slowly and Cautiously
‘that it no longer saw the rider,

Crouching in the grass, his. lariat in fk he waited |
in breathless suspense the cat utious and tardy approach 9
the beautiful animal, which had become quite wild in the |
few days he had been alone on the prairie.

Nearer and nearer he approached, and, as if instinct.
ively knowing what his master oe the scout’s horse

yord, and in an ins tant Buffalo oy

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‘The stran

ame ee up to his new-found companion
hint aself suddenly struggling in the coils of a da at

A shout of triumph burst from the lips of Buff: il Bil

ge animal at once answere< Gated SS
to find

st bridied, saddled and in perfect control.
oy leave you, old fellow, to take care of yourself for |
a few days,” he’said kindly, to the animal who had served
him so well, and’ throwing himself upon the claybank he’
darted away like an arrow from a bow. )
dae had he disappeared over a rise in the prairie
when aman arose from the prairie grass not far from the
spot where the horse had been captured.

By his side lay his own steed, dead, having been riddsa
to death, and fallen in his tracks not ten minutes before
Buffalo Bill came into sight. .

His eyes also had caught sieht of the claybank and
recognized him, for the’man was the treacherous guide of
the Markham train.

And he, too, was plotting his
coming in sight of his enemy
caused him to witness the triu

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, capture when the sudden
had thwarted his plans and
mph of his hated foe.

Bitter! ly he cursed his ill fortune and’ the — luck of
Bill Cody. :

But, as cursing did not help E him on the road to Omaha, _,
he stripped his horsé of his saddle and bridle, and shoul!
dering them, trudged along, his heart black with passion
and revengeful feelings toward the scout, whom he had
not dared to risk a shot at, or meet in fair combat, fearing
the result.

Buffalo: Bill found the one a better horse by far
than he had anticipated, more than justifying all that
Mr, Markham and Madge had said concerning him. —

The animal had been presented to the maiden as a colt,
and she had only ridden him once or twice, as, not being
thoroughly broken, he had taxed her strength ‘beyond en-
durance, and had run away with her, but- for all that

she had enjoyed his easy gait and fleetness, and had re-
gretted his loss greatly.

In his new rider he found a master he readily yielded
to, and Buffalo Bill was Cee with the ease and 1a-

 

   
THE BUPFALO BILL STORIES.

ity with ee ‘animal cared him over
ground.

alting now and then oe oe he found the horse ¢ ever
y to continue on the road, and he got to Omaha one

it, half-a-dozen hours sooner than he had deemed pos-

@ the-horse up, at ie stable, the scout at once
hit the commandant. a nd delivered his dispatches,
ng at a remark:

ou are mistaken, gener

i. Died ae his a and its interruptions

Well, a if you would énter the army as a commis-

yee before he years,
s fre-

es of a on your s
iI guarantee the Indian troubles would be far Jes

®inan they are oe for it needs just such men as
i to. deal with them.’

pos you, ee ee hs oe the free and ay life

h T can sender vou eee service free fon red es
peponded Bill with a smile. :
‘Egad, you are right ; but as to this Markham and his
for I met him. just before he left. He is rather a
berior man, is he not, to bury himself out upon the
der on a cattle ane oe : Cs

“So I think, sir, and his daughter is hei lovely and re-

ed, yet she seemed to, love the wild life of the pia:
ad [ ee wee have no cause to.regret her coming.’
hope with you, for her own sake. But as
that devilish renegade, White Panther,
less danger to settlers, I think.”
et lives, sir fen
‘Tt rue, and i eruiess we can afrange here fof a price on
head, too, and my word for it, you will claim: the

“T sincere

. mid don’t care for blond: money, general;
T can to Wif.any reward put upon the: head of Kio Carl,
for 1] have-an old grudge against him and know he is my.
bitterest £ fos. When do. you wish me to return, Sir

“In two days, for Tcan send you as a guide for a su; ipply y
train which goes to MePherson, if you care to ac cept the
position,” ee

“Certainty, sir, | will do. anything that I can be useful
in, and promising to see the general. the next day, Bui-
falo Bi il declined ih 2e 10 ritation to put up at the barracks
and wended his Way into town to a hotel where he was
well. know m to the ptoprietor.

He ha ad just entered the saloon to look around for a
familiar face, knowing well that it was the place to find
any. plainsman. that might be in town, when the propr ie-
LOL), called Aim aside. ¢

‘shook his fist

but Lil do o all.

"Say, Bill,” he said in a whisper, know the
fellow known as Kio Carl?”

ple.

“Have you seen him lately?”

va ane.

i Winere f

“Out on the Loup.”

“When ?”’

“several dys ago. But why do you ask, Dolan?”

“Well, a man came into the bar a little ago and
he looked to me strangely like Carl, and I knew you would
recognize him if anybody would, so I said nothing, but
waited for you.’

“Is he there now?

“No, - has gone to the stables to see abot
but he has engaged a room and will soon re

“Fl lay for him, and see if it is our ma

“Do so, Bill, for, to tell you the truth, a Gidenan came
in from the cottenwood some days ago, spent consider-:
able money with the boys, and then started home consid-
erably worse oif for liquor, and this fellow I suspect of
being Kio Carl came in to-night upon a horse the match

“do you

wale

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uit his horses ;
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of the one the ranchero had, if it is not ie very animal,

but the
“Well,

saddle and bridle are not the same.’
I would know Kio Carl if he was painted black

and wore a woolly wig, and if he is the one who has en-

gaged a room with you, IT] just trump his little
whatever it may be.”

-I know you will, Bill, and Pil ee watch for sou 80
as to post you when he conies in.’

The landlord and Buffalo Bill now turned away from
the window where they had been standing while talking,
and as they did so, a tall form arose from the as out-
side, and glided away in the darkness.

It was Kio Carl, and he muttered, as he turned and
at the hotel:
you would know me, Buffalo Bill, under
“Well, we shall see it I cannot ag

get
°

game,

“You think
any disguise, do your
ceive even your Cagle e eyes

CEAP yi x
A SUDDEN DEPARTURE,

At the tinse of which I yrite, some years back, Omaha
was rather a livel yo frontier settlement, far different from
the handsome city of to-day.

_ lt was then a border settlement, with soldiers, su ales,
Pe cowboys, Indians, and last, but by no
means least, Indian fighters and scouts, roving its streets.

There was also another class that was an important
make-up of Omaha’s citizens, or hangers-on, and that was
the gambling. fraternity, among whom were men awho
could handle a card with the skill of a “Heathen Chinee,”

 
 

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and back up any assertion against they dent with feat

- volver and bowie.

The water of the Missouri not being very palatable, —

whisky was more largely patronized than the purer fluid,
with the result that about one-fourth of the population
were continually in a state of excitement, which only
blood-letting could cool off.

It is needless to say that many got their blood cooled,
and so summarily and decidedly that it remained so, and
it was a regret with the better class of citizens that nu-
merous others of the turbulent kind were not “snuffed
out” also,

In this community, Ca eiae well known to all,
by name, if not personally. : : co

He was noted as the scout of the border, the deadliest
_ shot, best horseman, worst hand with the knife, and a
man to stick to the trail of a bad Indian or foe with the
"instinct of a bloodhound and the tenacity of a bulldog.

A. frank-faced, generous-hearted man, ever ready to
help a friend or a stranger in distress, he had yet shown
terrific tiger claws when brought to bay by those who

wished to ride him down and rid the country of one they

dreaded.

’ Upon entering the saloon, therefore, aftet his short chat
with the landlord, Buffalo Bill was grected with shouts
of welcome, and innumerable invitations to:

ile

Bill was considerably faticued with his hardships of

“Fake suthin’,

the past few days, and willingly acquiésced in the press-
ing invitation, Py inviting all hands: ae to drink le
him, as he said: |
| Pards, Fve got some hundreds of invitations to drink
» now, and if 1 accepted ally Vd get oe drun k,, so
we'll compromise by all drinking with me.’
The compromise was accepted, and after paying ae
‘score, a by no means light one, Buffalo Bill took a seat

at a table where he could face both doors, and took up a

paper to read,

Thus passed an hour or two, and,
_ paper, he seemed utterly oblivious to the excitement and
wild clamor about ‘him, yet. ‘not a. person came in at the
~ door that he did not see, and observing a landlord ap-
ee him, he said quietly:

Nel "olan, he has not come. Cb.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES.

“He has ae :

“No.

“Fact, for he heard all we satel: ees

“How did you know this?” ee

“I got tired of waiting for him to come, so went Cut to
the stable and asked for him.”

“Well?” !

‘Dan, my stableman, said he had seen him coming out
there, when he stopped, turned back, and stood outside

the window, while you and I were standing inside.”

“Then he heard what we said?’ was Buffalo Bill’s quiet
remark, :

“Of course, and skipped.”

“But where did he go?”

“Dan ‘said he thought he had gone back into the house |

until he saw him steal away from the window, and then

start wp the street.”
“He left his horse?”
V7 as ” ‘
“Did he leave anything in his room?” —

a

“He had nothing to’ leave in the shape of luggage,

though he had plenty of money, for I saw ‘it when he —

asked me to join him in a drink.”
“Describe him, please, Dolan.”

UA tall man, with a beard cut short, no mustache, os |

dressed in black. ‘He looked likean itinerant parson.”
“Kio Carl was ditferently dressed, had a full beard and

a mustache, long hair, and looked like the itinerant devil

he is.”
“But he could have cut off his mustache, ‘cropped ‘his
beard and hair, and put on a black suit, for thé one he

“wore was ce like that the ranchero ‘had. on, of
whom I told VOU See ae ae ww)

“Yes, he’s no leopard, and’ can’ change his’ spo ots" ut I

think I shotld know Kio Carl under any disguise—ha

- what’s the row there 2” and Buffalo Bill sprang to his feet
and soon cleared a way through the crowd to where a

little mischief was going on which iy oe called for
his interference. bs

The excitement was certainly above the average, in the

Overland Saloon, to attract the attention of Buffalo Bill.

But, accustomed as he was to wild scenes, ‘the oaths
and loud voices, often in anger, of the. crowd around

him, he yet, in spite of seeming: indifference, heard and

saw ‘much that was going on ee ed believed : no-

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' pleading tones the cry:

“Gentlemen, for God’s sake, don’t harm me, for I am

_ only a poor cripple and a stranger in your town.”

“Yer swallow ain’t crippled, ef yer leg are, an’ derned

Bei yer shan’t take benzine with us, ef we has ter pour it

’ said a rude voice in reply.

“Thet are so, pard, fer we asked him ter drink, an’ he
refused jist ter insult us, an’ he drinks, or I are a liar.”

“But, gentlemen, I never drink, and surely you would
not force me,” was said in pleading tones, and many pres-
ent were touched, yet dared offer no remonstrance, as
the “gang’’ who had the stranger in their power was a
lot to be dreaded by those who wished to keep out of the
grave.
ihe ote: they insisted should drink with them was a
rather pitiable-looking object, and should have excited
compassion in the heart of any one. _

He was badly crippled, one leg seeming to be bent and
drawn up, which made him painfully lame, while he
stooped, and was humpbacked.

His face was smoothly shaven, his hair cut too short to
comb, and his attire was evidently the cast-off clothing of
some large man who had taken pity upon him.

He wore green spectacles, as though his eyes were af-
fected, and evidently carried his worldly goods with him,
for a ragged blanket and overcoat, and a small bundle,
with a handkerchief serving as carpetbag, hung on the
end ofa stick.

He had entered the hotel and asked the clerk for lodg-

ings at half price, and been referred to the landlord, who

was talking to Buffalo Bill at the bar.

Upon making the effort to reach Landlord Dolan he

” as the gang who seized

him were called, and his strange appearance at once ex-

cited.their ridicule instead of their. com oe ssion.

a What-Is-It; so let

fun,” cried the discoverer of the poor ee
!What'll yer take fer it, Tom?” asked another.

“Say, pards, heur’s s hev a ale

“lt hain't fer sale, fer 1 are cus ter travel with it,

and skeer Injuns off ther earth.’

. “Whar did yer ketch it, Lone. .

» it lied clam a tree, an’ pulled it. up arter it, when |

shooted, an’ down it dropped.
“See; 1 hit it thar fust, an’ broke its leg, an’ next time I

 

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES.

While talking with the landlord, and interested in_,
| the disappearance of the stranger, he suddenly heard in

   

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struck it squar’ in ther back, an’ yer see ther swelling

3 a a9
havn't yit gone down.

All this time Terror Tom had the cripple by. the shoul-
der with an iron grip, wheeling him around for inspec-
tion, and referring to the deformity of his back when he
spoke of the “swellin’ not hevin’ gone down.”

“Give it a drink, Tom,”

"Yas; see tt it cuzzies lickers’...

cried one.

“Pour benzine down him, an’ set him on fire ter see
him skip lively.”

“Waal, I’m durned ef I don’t pickle him with a leetle’
firewater, fer fear he may spile. Come, hum’back, take
a glass of sperits.” :

” faintly said the cripple.
responded the:

aL never drink, sir,

“Waal, yer does, when I shouts treat,”
enraged bully, in a savage tone.

“No, sir; Iam bad enough deformed, God knows, with-
out being a drunkard,” was the reply.

“Furies, he are a-preaching, or I are drunk,’ shouted
one.

“I am‘ no preacher, sir; only I do not drink.”

“T say ver does, he says yer does, as there school gram-
mars says, an’ yer has ter obey, or J’ll trim thet knap-
sack yer

vy

All the crowd had now gathered around, attracted by

carries on yer back,’ was the brutal remark.

the strange cripple and his persecutors, and seemingly in
terror, be) gave vent to the appealing ery that had at-
tracted the attention of Buffalo Bill. ;
Forcing his. way through the crowd, he soon stcod in
silence fell ae

front of the poor wretch, and then a

them all, for the scout was recognized, and it was ¢v
dent that he intended taking the part of “‘the under -

in the fight,” as it was his custom to do.
CHAPTER’ XI.
DEFENDING A CRIPPLE.
“Well, my friend, what seems to be the matter?”
Buffalo, Bill addressed the poor cripple, and spoke in a
kindly tone as he stepped in front of him, where he stood

cowering under the heavy clutch of Terror Tom upon his

shoulder.
“lam but a
and these gentlemen wish to force me to take a drink.”
“They will not make you drink if ye do not wish to.”
Oy yes they will, for they say so.”

a poor cripple, sir, and a stranger in town,

 

 
 

 

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“Men don’t always do all they threaten,” was the oe
response of Buffalo Bill, and then he asked:
“Have you no friends in town?”

“No, sir, nor in the world. I am all alone.”

This was said in a tone sufficient to touch almost any :

heart ; but the bullies only laughed, and one of them broke
out in song with;
“I’m lonely since my friends all died.”

A laugh followed this musical burst, and wheeling
upon the singer, Buffalo Bill said sternly:

“Yeu'll sing another song, Dagger Dave, if you don’t
let this poor fellow alone, and I mean it for all of your
bullying gang.”

All drew their breath and waited, for these bold words
of Buffalo Bill's showed his utter defiance of the Terror t

and was as much as a challenge for them to accept if they
So willed.

“And what song mou’t that be, Buffalo Bill?’ asked
Dagger Dave, who had won his name through always
carrying a long Spanish | ane upon the hilt of which
his hand now dropped. :
words to that effect,”
Bill with a light langh, and half-turning

“"Do they miss me at home,’ or
replied Buffalo
to Terror Tom, he continued when the laugh subsided:

“Terror Tom, take your hand off that poor fellow.”

“Is you my master, Buffalo Bill, to give orders} fF

“This man is no match for any one of you, as you
know ; he is a stranger and a cripple, and I will not see.
him imposed upon by any gang of bullies such as I know
you to be,” :

These were hard words, and the only surprise of the
crowd was that the Terrors did not then and there spring
upon Buffalo Bill. oe
But they were at heart cowards, and each one knew that
_at least one, if not more, of them would die; for Buffalo
Bill was as quick as lightning j in drawing a weapon, and
as deadly as death in ‘using it, and which one of them
would fall none could tell, and that very circumstance
made them go slow.

“Dll show you who is master if you don’t let: go that
man, Terror Tom, You may run Omaha, because the
people don’t want trouble with you, but you can’t impose
-on that poor wretch while I am here.”

_ Terror Tom glanced at his two comrades, and then, as
ne must do something or “take water’ before

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES.

tightened his grip upon the shoulder of the cripple, while
he cried:

“Tl cl’ar ther room fer action, Buffalo Bill, so out ther
window goes yer pet, fer fear he mou’t get hurt in thed
scrimmage that are to be.”

Terror Tom was a.man of herculean build, and the
cripple, drawn up, bent, dnd lame, did not come up to his|
shoulder, and it looked as though “out of the window]

_he must go, if the bully made the effort to pitch him out.

And make the effort Terror Tom did, but to the sur-
prise of all, before he could swing the cripple from his
feet, he received a blow in the face that sent him to earth
with a shock that shook the house, and stunned him, too,

And it was the cripple who gave the blow, straight out

from the shoulder, full in the brutal face, and with a force

that was terrible.
Buffalo Bill had sprung forward to aid the cripple, but,

 

seeing that if driven to it, he was able to, ta ke egte ir ]

himself, he turned, as a shot was heard and a bullet passed
through his hat.

It was the last shot that man ever fired, for before he

could draw trigger a second time, Buffalo Bill dropped |

him dead in his tracks with his revolver, arid then, turn- |

ing just in time, caught the knife of Dagger Dave upon
his weapon, snapped the blade, and, seizing his. assail-
ant in his strong arms, threw him bodily out of the win-
dow, carrying sash with him, . with a crash and jingle
that was deafening.

“Ther’s another window for you, Terror Tom,” cried
Buffalo Bill, seizing the king bully as he was scrambling
to his feet, and dragging bith ta the window.
“Catry the sash with you, ‘Tom,’

with an exhibition of his marvelous “‘vength which raised

nmios . ee af
ne continued, ana’

a yell of admiration from a crowd, he hurled the giant

bully through the other window into the yard, giving him |

a fall of several feet, and sending him to join Dagger
Dave, who was collecting himself together for flight,
gashed with glass, bleeding and thoroughly cowed.

“Run, pards, Buf’ler Bill are comin’ ter bury yer this }

time,”
desperadoes quickly made tracks toward the stable, dazed,

bleeding and utterly unable to account for the way it all
occurred. 4

“Pard, you can hit as hard as a Government ae can

_ kick, and that is saying volumes,
om: he had bullied and who feared him, ne |

yelled a spectator out of the window, and the two. )

“Give me your hand for the neat way in which you sent §

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while Terror Tom ‘é earth, and tell me your name,” said Buf- t’other from bein’ lonesome,” was successful, and all stood
ae Bill, stepping toward the cripple, who, after his ready with their glasses, while Temperance Jerry—so
E ther! | knockdown of Terror Tom, stood as innocently by as called from preaching and never practicing—cried in

 

 

  

ther though an uninterested spectator o fthe affair. stentorian tones:

; “M ly name is Cripple Kit,” he said, in soft tones, al- “Pards, heur are to Buf’ler Bill, ther Prince of ther
| the fi most womanly in their sweetness. Plains, an’ a man who never desarted the trail o’ a friend
O his =“ You were not christened Cripple Kit?” answered Buf- or a foe.” :
low”) falo Bull, with a smile, The toast was drunk with gusto, and in the excitement

out, ‘No, sir, but I am such a deformity I soon got the that followed Buffalo Bill, Cripple Kit and Landlord Do-
Sut- i name, and it has stuck to me through life, and will doubt- Jan left the saloon to the noisy revelers.
his tess be put on my tomb, if I get one,” was the sad reply.
arth M = “Where do you hail from?” :
too, “The Rast.” CHAPTER Xi,
out = “And have you come West to live?” A HOME FOR CRIPPLE KPT.
ree “It looked a while ago as though e had come West to The scene in the saloon created quite an excitement in
die, and if it had not been for you, I. fear they would Omaha, and made Buffalo Bill far more of a hero than
ut, have kil led me, and, deformed as I am, I love life.” ever before.
of “Most people do; what do you expect to go at out His having killed one of the terrors and squelched the
ed BH here 2” others, for they had not been heard of since the fracas,
“Anything I can get to do.” , : added to the purity of the atmosphere in town. \
he Well, UH see if I can help you. Early the next morning he went on the search, and set
ed @ “Come, gentlemen, let us have a drink, and, Dolan, a score of trusty men at the same work, for Kio Carl:
n- f§ please have that poor.fellow buried at my expense, and but nowhere could the renegade be found.
*1 § = send in the bill for your windows, too,” and Buffalo Bill The horse he had ridden into Omaha was proven to be
il- pointed to the man he had slain, whose body lay in the the property of the ranchero, for his dead body had been
f- PHeeletere i vad fallen, a bullet in his brain. found by the trail side, a bullet in his brain, and his
le “Never mind the glasses, Bill, for it was worth the ex- clothing gone.
} pense to see you break them with Dagger Dave and Ter- It was evident that his murderer had robbed him
d ror Tom, and as for Flighty, the town will bury him, and and then taken his clothing, and, as his suit tallied with
S { give you a vote of thanks for giving it the opportunity. ~ the one worn by the man whom Dolan, the landlord, had
“Pard, you'll join Bill, I s’pose: >? and Dolan turned to suspected was the renegade, it seemed beyond cavil that
i weCripple Kit, who Answered: he was right in his suspicion,
| a “No, thank you; I never drink.” The horse still remaining in the stable proved that the
t “Then don’t tech it, pard,” said a man in a very red owner, or at least the one who had left it there, was
1 2 ace and enlarged nose, “fer it are a dern good ‘rastler, afraid to show himself to claim his alleged property.

  

n’ I hes yet ter see ther galoot it can’t down in a reg’ lar Two days after the arrival of Buffalo Bill in Omaha

  

Wstand up meetin’, A leetle rye straight, boss,” and the a courier arrived from Lort Laramie, and he was at once
i prdividual who had started out on a temperance lecture to sought out by the scout, who knew him well.

Cripple Kit ended his harangue by taking “four fingers” It was Texas Jack, a scout and plainsman, who has,
indiluted, and with a smack of relief he added: like Buffalo Bill, won a name that will live long in song

  
 
  
  
  

# 6! drinks a leetle myself, Pard Cripple; it are my cus- and story.
fom never to desert a old friend, an’ spirits an’ me has “Well, Bill, i was just about to strike oe trail, for

  

een acquainted too long fer me ter go back on ‘em when I havea message for you. |
aré hastenin’ ter ther tomb—fill ther glass up again, “How are you, ‘old pard?” and Texas Jack grasped the
s, thet I may propose a toast ter Buf'ler Bull.” outstretched hand of Buffalo Bill with the grip Oi tp ue

  
  
   

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES.

“Vm glad to see you, Jack, and suppose you have come
by McPherson and Kearney, and are just from Laramie?”

“Yes, I came through on the jump, and start back to-
morrow.

_“T stopped over at a McPherson and Kearney, and
saw the boys just coming in, after your fight at Lone
+ ree.

“They were full of talk about you, Bill, and boasting
over your little plan to wipe out old Black Face—but is
urs, Bill?’ and Jack turned to Cripple
Kit, who had come up with Buffalo Bill.

Tes: Cripple Kit, this
is my iriend, Texas Jack, of whom you have heard.”

this a friend of yo

jack, and a good fellow he is.
The two men grasped hands and Jack said in his free
and easy style:
“Glad but, Bill, the boys gathered in
just thirty-seven scalps that morning after the Lone Tree

to see you, sir;

fracas, and are betting that you took four or five.
“T took odds that you belted half-a-dozen top-knots, for
I know you, Bill, so tell me if I win or lose?”
“You win, Jack,’ was the ‘quiet reply.
“How many ??
Deve.
“You were in it thick, but that’s your style.”
“No, but we gave them a diréct ay and the In-
dians were thick, and I could not miss,’
plied Bull.
oe found Black Face, but his hair was gone.”
ae Leoni.
‘Well, there was another calla who By away.
“Who was that, eee
Dna renegade, Kio Carl.2!

modestly re-

39

‘Fle was not there.’

“You are mistaken, Bill.”

“No, he esca ped from the Markham train, stole the
horse of the one who let him go, and struck south, for I
followed his trail for a short distance.”

“It was a blind, for he doubled on his, trailjtand a
wounded Indian said that he came up and told Black Fac
the camp at Lone Tree was a trap; but the chief had been
fooled so cleverly by you in playing the renegade that he
aud not believe Kio. swore that he had some motive in
keeping » attacking the train, so bound him and
(he Guairie.”’

“And he was capturéd?” cried Buffalo Bill, eagerly.
“Not he; Satan took

how.”

care of him, for he escaped some. |

“Now, tell me if you know anything about the Mark.
ham train.”

“Yes; it was going all right to the ranch when I met
it. And, Bill, isn’t Miss Markham a beauty ?”

She is a very lovely lady, Jack.”

“She thinks a great deal of you, for she told me so.’

“Much obliged for her good opinion of me.”

“And her old father just swears by you.”
full of

UN ou are blarney, Jack; is there anything

laughed Buffalo Bill.

you

want me to do for you?’
“Ves ” ;

CONT

Name it.”
“Go back with meas far as McPher
“Can't do it, for I carry a train back, that goes clear
through to Denver.’ Pe
oy. bad; tor J

“But | you can do something for me, Jack.’
oO ~ ai

heped for your company.’

‘Tm your man, Bill.”
“My triend here, Cripple Kit, as he ca

to go on a ranch as a cowboy.

“He is a good rider, in spite of his lameness, and |

will send him to Mr. Markham, who asked me to send him
several good men tor his ranch, and i want you to drop
him there as you go by, for he is no plainsman to find the

wey alone.

“Tl do it, but his horse must be a good one, as | go

“fast, Bill, as you know.”

“It will try your horse to l:eep up with the one he rides, *
for I gave him, to take back to Mr. Markham, a claybank
that got away from tke train, and which I caught on my
way here, will frankly

and f Sa that I never backed a bet-

ter horse for speed or wind.’

“Well, V1

I start to-morrow at dawn on the return.’

be glad of Kit’s company, : assure you, and

And at break of day the following morning Texas Jack

Started on his way back to Fort Laramie, with Cripple

Kit for his companion, and mounted upon the splendid
claybank horse.

In his pocket he carried a ee to Mr. Markham from |
Buffalo Bill,

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Kit to read a then hand to Mr. Madan, who, Ge
out doubt, would give him a place in. his home, and the
friendless fellow seemed overjoyed at the prospect.

CHAPTER XIII,
DE Be eR Desi ten Bact TONG Gey

Buffalo Bill had not forgotten his pledge to Salt Lake
Saul, regarding the wishes of the dying renegade as to
what he wished him to do with the papers he told the
scout he would find in his belt,

Examining the papers while at Omaha, Buffalo Bill
found that they told the story of a very evil life, and
there were documents of a legal nature which had been
stolen, and were most important in righting a wrong.

Salt Lake Saul had been most anxious to right this

“wrong, and had seemed pleased when Buffalo Bill had
promised to aid him.

ae the value of the contents of the belt, Buffalo Bill

plain of Fort Omaha and
Salt Lake Saul's

be done, and it may be said

ad sought the adjutant and cha;
otnceen in their hands the carrying out of
wishes, so that justice could
here that it was faithfully done by the two officers to the
scout’s satisfaction.

After another couple of days spent in Omaha, Buffalo
Bill started out in
spoken to him about and which was going to s

charge of the train the colonel ‘had
seek a set-
tlement near the ranch of Mr. Markham.

Buffalo Bill safely g

euided the train to its destination,

pad then going to the ranch of Mr. Markham, was oiuch

pleased to find that Kit had arrived there in safety, had
been warmly welcomed and had already begun to feel
at home.

As for Kit, he was happy in his new home, he told the
scout.

The welcome Buffalo Bill got was a most cordial one

Aunt Phyllis did her best cooking for him, while, with
the Scout as his hero, the youth, Pepper, begg ged to be-
come one of his brave band of men in buckskin, a request

Cody readily granted.
“You saved us, Cody,” — Mr. Markham, feelingly ;
and he added:

“Yes, our safety was assured, and the doom of those

evil men sealed the moment we were protected and they
were shadowed by Buffalo Bill, the sure shot.”

Grasping the scout’s hand warmly, Madge said, earn-
estly:

“Yes, and my foolish act forced you into another death

grapple, which, but for your sure shot, would have cost’

you your life.
Buffalo Bill.”

After a few days spent pleasantly with the Markhams,
Buffalo Bill took his departure to return to the fort, where

t

I shall never forget all that I owe to you,

he was chief of scouts.

“Lthave but one dread, Mr. Cody, and that is that Kio
Carl is yet at large,” said Mr. Markham, as he bade the
scout good-by.

“Kill him as you would a snake, sit, for he wiil be
merciless, and be on the watch, for it would not surprise
me it he caine here in disguise,” answered the scout, and
with a wave of his hand he rode away.

Watching him from the piazza they saw another horse-

man riding s slow ly toward him.

As the two approached there was a quick movement
upon the part of each horseman, Buffalo Bill spurring
forward suddenly, ne

Uhen two shots rang out, and the stranger reeled and
tel] from lis saddle.

In disimay at the tragic scene, th hog watching saw the
scout dismount, raise the limp eee in his arms, and
throw it across the saddle, then- remouiting, he came
back toward the ranch. :

“Mr. Markham, you need no longer
he is dead, as you see. He was disguised as a preacher,
spectacles, smooth face and clothes, but I knew him at a
glance, as | was sure that I would. Will you kindly bury
him, for I must go at once,” and Buffalo Bill continued on
his trail, while Madge Markham said:

“And Mr. Cody told him, you remember, to beware of
their third meeting—I feel safe, now.”

And as he rode on his way, Buffalo Bill mused:

“The Black Face, the White Panther, and now Kio

Carl—the worst trio on the border.”
THE END.

Next week’s issue (No. 20) will contain the further
adventures of Buffalo Bill, the story being entitled, ‘““Buf-
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Jesse JAMES STORIES

WE were the first pub-

lishers in the world

to print the famous sto-

ries of the James Boys,

written by that remark-

able man, W. B. Lawson,

whose name is a watch-

word with our boys. We

have had many imitators,

and in order that no one

shall be deceived in ac-

cepting the spurious for

the real we shall issue the best stories of

the James Boys, by Mr. Lawson, in a New

Library entitled “The Jesse James Stories,”

one of our big five-cent libraries, and a sure

winner with the boys. The first four issues

age: «fesse James, the @utiaw,. Ay iNaie

rative oi the James Boys,” “Jesse James

Leeoacy: or, Pie Border Cyclone,” “jesse

James’ Dare-Devil Dance; or, Betrayed by

One of Them,” “ Jesse James’ Black Agents;
or, The Wild Raid at Bullion City.”

Street & Smiru, Publishers, New York.

Jesse James.

Nick CARTER STORIES:

HE best known detec-
tive in the world is
Nick Carter. Stories by
this noted sleuth are is-
sued regularly in ‘‘Nick
Carter Weekly” (price

five cents), and all his i

Nick Carter. work is written for us. |

It may interest the patrons and readers

of the Nick Carter Series. of Detective
Stories to know that these famous stories
will soon be produced upon the ‘stage.
under unusually elaborate circumstanges
Arrangements have just been comple 4
between the publishers and Manager
C. Whitney, to present the entire set
Nick Carter stories in dramatic form. *—
first play of the series will be brought

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next fall. eo a

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BurFALo BILL Stories

The only publication authorized by
the Hon. Wm. F. Cody (Buffalg Bill.)

E were the publish-
ers of the first story

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ever written of the fam-
ous and world-renowned
Buffalo Bill, the great
hero whose life has been
one succession of excit-
eee oN ing. and thrilling inci-
dents combined with great successes and
acéomplishments, all of which will be told
in a Series of grand stories which we shall
now place before the American boys. The
first of these stories entitled “ Buffalo Bill,
the Border King,” appears in Ne. I of our
new five-cent library entitled “ The Buf
falo Bill Stories.”
_ STREET & Smirtu, Publishers, New York.

 

Diamonp Dick SToRIEs

THE celebrated Dia- 3

mond Dick | tories can
only ‘be found in “Dia-
mond Dick, Jr.,The Boys’
Best Weekly.” Diamond
Dick and his son Bertie

are the most unique and fascinating heroes

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Diamond Dick.

of Western romance. The scenes, and ma:

of the incidents, in these exciting stor ee ar
taken from real life. Diamond Dick storic
are ccnceded to be the best stories of the West.
and are all copprighted by us. The library’
is the same size and price as this publicati. |

with handsome illuminated cover. Pric.
five cents.

Street & Smrru, Publishers, New York.