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CHAPTER (1.

RED CLOUD’S CALL FOR HELP.

  
  
 

had just finished their dinner, which had con-

 
   

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of bear meat and coffee, and they were now

went hunting, whether the quarry happened to

be the beasts of wood and field or that nobler prey,
man. |

One of the three men was tall and handsome, with
long, Howing hair, broad shoulders, a head held high
and fearlessly, and bright eyes that had in them a

look of strength and determination.

He was a man who would have attracted more than
the passing glance even in that country, which was
full of the boldest. spirits in the Southwest. He was
Col. William F. Cody, better known by the nickname —
of Buffalo Bill, the king of the scouts, the unchal-

lenged leader of all the brave men in the West and

Southwest who ranged themselves upon the side of

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his old friends and comrades, Wild Bill Hickok and

The two scouts sitting beside the fire with him were

Nick Wharton.

thrilling adventures all over the West, from the Can-

adian border way down into Mexico.

Wild Bill was a man of much the same type as his
friend and leader, Cody, except that he was somewhat
less handsome and had a reckless, devil-may-care look,
which contrasted with the border king’s sober, serious

expression.

Nick Wharton looked, as usual, a mass of rags and

tatters. He was dressed in an old hunting suit patched

up out of the skins of half a dozen-dcifferent animals’

he had slain. He had a merry twinkle in his eye, and
his. face puckered up every now and then into hu-
morous lines, as if he was laughing to himself over
his own jokes.

“Thet war’ a mighty big b’ar you shot this afternoon,
Buffler,” the old trapper remarked, throwing a fresh

log on the fire. “He was nigh as big as them eight

grizzlies that treed me on top 0’ my cabin way back in /
Wyoming, jest before that time we had -our gunplay

with them Black Riders.”’

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he certainly was pretty big,” said Buffalo

“It was mighty lucky for me that you potted him
when you did, Cody,” said Hickok. “If you hadn't, I
guess he would have floored me, sure enough.”

Before the border king could reply to this remark,

Nick Wharton suddenly pointed to the west, where.

the setting sun had sunk below the horizon only a
few minutes before, :

“Gol-durn my tomcats!” he exclaimed, “but what
can thet thar’ dust over thar’ mean?”

AS he spoke the other two men looked up and saw
a tie cloud of dust rising from the dry prairie near

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of the glow still lingering from the last rays of the
sun. ’

“Tt looks to me as if Some men are coming our way
at a pretty smart lick,” said Buffalo Bill. SL gan just
make out a few figures on horseback, ‘in the midst of
the dust.” aN

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“Whoever they are, they are quite likely to be en-
emies,’ remarked the border king. “The Apaches
roam over this section of the country as well as Texas
and New Mexico, and they have certainly got no
reason to love us. Then, too, we have made ourselves
pretty objectionable to the cattle thieves all around this
territory.” , 5 | \

He picked up his rifle as he spoke, and led the way
to a small clump of trees near the bank of the stream.

Wild Bill and Nick Wharton followed him without a
word, and in a few moments the three scouts had taken

refuge under cover behind the tree trunks, and were

ready to give any foe who approached a warm recep- :

tion.

The cloud of dust drew nearer and nearer, and soon
the eagle eye of the king of scouts made out the fig-
ures of four Indians pressing their flagging horses
to the top of their speed. © |

Behind these four men, at a distance of about half
a mile, there rode a dozen other redskins, who wese
evidently chasing those in the lead.

The course the leading Indians were taking would

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aave carried them about a Guarter of a mule to) the
southward of the camp fire, but when they saw its
flickering flame they turned their horses toward it, as
if by instinct.

“They are Navajos, by thunder!’ exclaimed But-
falo Bill, “and they have got their war paint on, too.
I wonder what’s wrong now !”

A tall chief rode in the van of the four Indians. He

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animal than those of his comrades. He could have

ridden away easily, but he would not leave them.
As he dashed past the camp fire, he looked around
and seemed disappointed at seeing nobody in sight.
Next moment he was opposite the clump of trees
where the scouts were hidden, and as he passed it Buf-
falo Bill gave the Navajo war cry in a low tone of

voice and stepped out from behind a tree trunk.

The Navajo caught the sound and turned his head

in surprise. He made as if to pull up his horse, when
his eyes caught those of the border king, but the latter
waved his hand to him to go on as if he had not seen
them.

The Navajo continued his course, but almost im-
perceptibly slackened the speed of his horse, calling
to his comrades to do the same.

In a few moments their pursuers came thundering
along, until they were in line with the clump.of trees.

Buffalo Bill and his companions saw at a glance that
they were Apaches, and that, like the Navajos, they
were decorated with their war paint.

“Now!” whispered Buffalo Bill,

The three rifles spoke together, and three of the
braves rolled from their horses and their blood stained
| the prairie. |
Buffalo Bill and his companions were not wont to
'omniss their aim, and the mark was a easy one.

The horses of the slain redskins bucked and plunged
violently, and the rest of the Apaches were thrown into

the wildest confusion by this sudden and unexpected
attack from ambush.

Four of them dismounted to see to their comrades,
and the rest turned their horses and galloped toward
the clump of trees from which the shots had come,
hanging down behind the flanks of their horses in order
to get some protection against the fire of their hidden

foes.

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they had been chasing in the excitement of the attac’
by new and unsuspected foes, but the Navajos soon
reminded them of their existence. —

As soon as they heard the shots, they turned their

horses and came swooping back at full speed, firing

their rifles at the Apaches as they rode up.
The combat was brief but decisive.
Of the Indians who tried to storm the thicket where

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the scouts were entrenched, not one of the five escaped.

Their horses were shot down, and as they extricated

themselves from the dying animals and rushed forward
on foot, they were met by a rapid and withering fire,
which in a few seconds stretched every one of them on

the ground, dead or dying.

The other four Apaches, who had stayeds behind to

look to the men shot down by the first volley, leaped
on their horses directly they saw the Navajos turn,
and rode forward eagerly to meet them. :

Wild Bill raised his rifle for a shot at them, but

Buffalo Bill caught his arm before he could pull the
trigger.

“Let them fight it out,” he said, lis a: fair, duel
They are four to four now.”

The two parties of Indians blazed away at one an-
other with their rifles as they charged, but none of the
redskins was a good marksman, and they did little dam-
age to one another with their bullets.

One of the Apaches was wounded, and reeled in the
saddle for a moment, but speedily pulled himself to-
gether and rode forward, throwing away his useless
rifle and grasping his spear.

In a moment there was a fierce hand-to-hand struggle
with tomahawks and lances. All of the redskins were
braves experienced in the methods of warfare of their
race.

The leader of the Navajos drove his spear clean
through the breast of an Apache at the first onset.

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he ducked his head just in time to avoid a tomahawk —

hurled at him by another of his foes.

Before the man could réach for another weapon,

e had ridden alongside of him and buried his own

hatchet deep in his skull.
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felled one of the Navajos, and then turned and en-

The woutided Apache was a great warrior.

gaged two of the others single handed. But the bullet
wound he had received told upon him, and while he was
defending himself from their vigorous attack, his
strength gave out, his spear fell from his netveless
grasp, atid he slipped off his horse to the ground,
where he was speedily dispatched.

In a few moments not one of the four Apaches re-
mained alive. :
of the others were slightly wotnded; but the three
survivors gave a jubilant war whoop as they scalped
their fallen foes.

Buffalo Bill and His friends walked out from the
thicket and greeted them.

“How are you, Yellow Bear?” said the border
king to their leader, “and how is my blood brother,
Red Cloud ?” 3 :

“How!” exclaimed. the Indian, gravely, shaking

hands with Buffalo Bill, whom he knew well.

The border king had long been on friendly terms

with the Navajos. Red Cloud had long anticipated
trouble with the Apaches, and Buffalo Bill promised
that whenever it did come, he would come to their
help. |

The time was now to come.

After uttering his laconic greeting, the Navajo drew
from his belt a small tomahawk, which was beautifully
painted and decorated with feathers and beadwork.

Without a word of explanation, he handed it to the

border king.

Turning it over in his hand, Buffalo Bill saw a small

slip of white cloth hidden underneath the feathers, on

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which some characters of the Navajo script had been
painted.

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“The Apaches have dug this up,’ was the meaning
of the rude scrawl. ap 2 (
It was a message from Red Cloud to Buffalo Bill.

Brief though it was, it was enough.

Red Cloud knew that the gallant scout would hasten
to his assistance without any further reminder of his
promise.

- “So this is the meaning of your wart paint, Yellow @
Bear,” said Buffalo Bill, in the Navajo language. “Di-
rectly I saw the Apaches chasing you, | supposed that §
war had broken out again between your tribes. Have: '

you been searching for us long?”

“We have wandered over these hunting grounds & .

for many, days, hearing that you were here,’ the In-
dian replied. ‘At last we fell. in with the party of
Apaches who chased us. We fled without taking any —
thought to our direction, but the Great Manitou led
us straight to your camp. Surely we shall triumph
over our enemies with your help, even as we have
triumphed over them to-day.” ;

Hickok and Wharton joyfully volunteered to ac-
company their leader on his new task, and to give up #
their hunting trip. : |

“We rust ridé at once,” said: Buffalo Bill “Red
Cloud may be needing our help badly. It is some time, is be
sitice he sent for us, and the Apaches, in all probability,
greatly outnumber the force at his disposal.

“it is 4 hard and a dangerous business that wé have
before us,’ he continued, turning to Nick Whartgn,

“but if we do as well as we did last time we bucked ?

against the Apaches, we ought to be pretty well satis- |

fied.”
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‘CHAPTER H.
ABDUCTED BY THE APACHES.

Next day the three scouts and their redskin allies

rode through rich ranching country, beyond which lay

the hills where the Navajos had their villages.

About ten o'clock in the morning they drew in sight

of a fancher’s house, standing alone in the midst of

the immense prairie.

Buffalo Bill suggested that it would be well to make

Ba slight detour and inform the rancher that the Apaches

While it was true that

| they were not warring against the whites, it was pos-
I sible that they might do so at any moment, now that
| their fighting blood was up.

As they drew near the house, two men rushed out
| from the front door, took a brief glance at them, and
| then threw up their rifles and leveled them point-blank
fat Wild Bill and Yellow Bear, who happened to be

‘riding in advance of the others.

Buffalo Bill flung up his arms to signify that they

were friends, but the men at the house would surely

| have fired, had not a woman rushed out of the door

and flung herself in front of them before they could
draw trigger.
She spoke to them quickly and energetically.

. At first they seemed in doubt, but after listening to

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tened forward to meet the scouts. - ,

“Don’t you know me, Col. Cody?” exclaimed the
worhan, who was young and extremely pretty, as the
border king drew fein by her side. a.

“Yes. | remember you perfectly, and I’m honored to
know that you have not forgotten me,” replied the
gallant knight of the plains. “You are my girl pard,
tie helped me to bluff the Blindfold Gang in Mon-
tana.” e

Buffalo Bill recognized in one a the afe who had

in about to shoot at his party the husband of his

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girl pard—Jack Torrence, the young fellow whom he
had helped to resctie from the clutches of that terrible
organization of gamblers and outlaws known as the
Blindfold Club.

“You find us in terrible trouble, Col. Cody,’ said
Torrence, after greetings had been exchanged. “I
and my cowboy here were going to fire on your party
because we saw Indians with you.”

“They are friendly Navajos,” Buffalo Bill explained.

“We came here from Texas and bought this ranch,”
Torrence continued. “It seemed to me to offer good
prospects, but unfortunately it 1s within éasy distance
of the Apaches’ country. We have a little girl about
a year old, and only about two hours ago she was
carried off by the Apaches.”’

“Great heavens! . How did that happen?” exclaimed
Buffalo Bull.

“Our nurse girl, who is a half-breed Indian, re-
turned to the house only a few minutes ago and told
us that a party of Apaches had ridden up to her while
she was playing with the baby about a mile away.
They told her that they must have the child, and they
would keep it safely and return it, after some time.
They were not violent, and they told her that they
had no quarrel with the whites, but they simply must
have the child. : oo

“She is a faithful girl, and although she was much
terrified, she refused. Then they tore the child away
from her and knocked her down when she rushed for-
ward and tried to rescue it. She swooned away, and
must have lain senseless on the prairie for an hour |
or more. When she recovered, she came back to the
house and told us this terrible story.

“We were just discussing it when my cowboy caught
sight of yotir party, and we ran out to meet you. See- —
ing Indians, we thought it might be the same band

that had stolen the child, and we were just going to

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“There were two cowboys at the house when the

nurse brought the news, and I sent them off at once

to call up the rest of the boys, who are away on dis-

tant parts of the ranch. I was planning to follow
the trail of the Indians, with all the men I could mus-
ter, when you arrived.”

“How many men have you on. this ranch?’ asked
Buffalo Bill.

“There are twenty-five of them,” the young rancher

replied, “and I intended to take fifteen and leave ten -

behind to guard the house and my wife. But now that
you have arrived, Col. Cody, I feel that my little force
is more than doubled. I am sure that I do not even
need to ask you to help me to find my child. I know
that you and yout friends will come with us.”

Buffalo Bill inclined his head in token of assent.

Looking at his girl pard, he saw that she was indeed
in sore trouble.

She had not wept a single tear, for that was not her
nature, but her face was as pale as ashes, and her
eyes glittered with anger.

“I do not believe that the Indians will harm my
little girl,” she said. “She is such a winsome little
creature that even their hard hearts and fierce natures
must be touched. But I mean to get her out of their
hands and punish them for this outrage. I am going
to put on man’s clothes, as you know I did, in Montana,
and follow their trail with my husband.”

“IT do not think that would be wise,” said Buffalo
Bill.

of the cowboys to guard you, and leave the business to

“You had better remain at the ranch, with some

us. You would only hamper our movements, and
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speed will be of the greatest importance in this matter.

Besides, we may have to take great risks, and if we

have you with us, we should lose our nerve.’

After some persuasion, Mrs. Torrence agreed to
do as the border king suggested.

The Navajos had remained on their horses, sitting

   
   
 

like stone statues, throughout the conversation. With
true Indian politeness, they had not betrayed the

slightest concern in what was going on.

Buffalo Bill now went up to their leader, Vllow

Bear, and interpreted to him, in the Navajo tongue, |

the story of the abduction of the child.

He was deeply interested in it, and his eyes. fairly ©

blazed as he listened. When Buffalo Bill had finished

he said:

Apaches believe that whenever they go to war they

must have a young girl baby as a charm that will bring

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"They believe that if it is a white baby, they will be

more likely to conquer their foes, because the whites

usually win when they fight the redskins. And that is
why they have stolen this paleface child.

“Tell the mother that she have no fear. The Apaches
will take the greatest care of the child, because they
think that if anything goes wrong with it, they will
not be able to vanquish my tribe.”

Buffalo Bill remembered having heard, on a previous
occasion, that the Apaches had such a superstition, and
he immediately realized that Yellow Bear had hit upon
the true explanation of this mysterious abduction.

He promptly told his girl pard, and she was some-

what relieved, but none the less eager to rescue her_}

child and have revenge upon the Apaches.

“I must follow the trail of the band and do what I
can to rescue the child,” said Buffalo Bill to Yellow
Bear. “After I have done so, I will join Red Cloud,

supposing that I do not meet him while tracking the

Apaches.”

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“It is good, my brother,’’ replied the Indian. “We

will come with you, for it will be the quickest road to

_ Red Cloud. Where the Apaches are, there he will be.

These men ‘who stole the child will retunn to the main

body, and by following them we shall reach our goal.”

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The Indian was a far-sighted”"man, and he was not
blind to the advantage that would accrue to his tribe
from having a party of husky cowboys fighting side
by side with them against their. formidable enemies.
He looked upon the stealing of the child as a very
fortunate circumstance, on this account.

The scouts and the Indians were invited into the

house and hospitably entertained, while waiting for the

cowboys to’ appear in answer to the urgent messages

of their employer.

In about an hour, most of the cowboys had ridden in.
Jack Torrence told them what had happened, and

they at once volunteered to risk their lives by trailing

the Indians, the more readily when they knew that the

famous Buffalo Bill, of whom they had heard so much,

| was to lead them.

Torrence picked out fifteen of the men, leaving some

of the most trustworthy behind to guard his wife dur-

ing his absence.
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_ As the party rode off; twenty-two in number, count-

ing both whites and redskins, Buffalo Bill noticed. care-

fully that every man was well armed and well mounted.

He turned in his saddle“and waved an adieu-to his

girl pard, who was watching them ride away from the

porch of the house,

“We won't come back without your little girl!’’ he

B® cried back to her, reassuringly.

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BUFFALO BILL OVERCOMES THE NAVAJO CHAMPION.
The trail of the Apaches was easily picked up. They

had made no effort to conceal it, and had ridden away

without appearing to be in the least degree concerned

over the chance of pursuit.

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everything and everybody. Yo’ kin see by this
trail that the bare idee of bein’ follered would surprise
‘em. We've licked ’em, time an’ ag’in, an’ yet they are
so durned sassy thet they jest can't figger it out thet
sum people ain't afeard to fight ’em.”’

“There may be something in what you say, Nick,”
Buffalo Bill remarked, “but I don’t quite figure it out
that way. I think the plainness of the trail shows
that the main body is near by, and that they know
they can’t be overtaken before they reach mw. That
is why they didn’t take the trouble to hide their tracks.”

Yellow Bear grunted his agreement, when the bor-
der king suggested this theory to him.

He had already given orders to his braves to scout
around and keep a sharp lookout for the Apaches. He
was of the opinion that they had not traveled far,
and that the little party with whom he had cast in his
fortunes might have to fight at any moment, not only
with the abductors of the child, but even with the main
body of the foe. _ |

They traveled on for a few miles more and at about
sunset Buffalo Bill noticed that a large body of horse-
men were coming down the side of the mountain onto

the plains below.

He called Yellow Bear’s attention to them and asked

who he thought they were. '

“They are my people,” said Yellow Bear, “and they
come from our villages in the mountains to ficht the
Apaches on the plains!”

Buffalo Bill called a halt of his little party and said
that it would be much better to wait until the Navajos
came down before they tried to join them, as it would |
tire their already fagged horses out unnecessarily to
go up the steep mountain side to meet them.

Just after dusk the Navajos came to the place where.
the little party was camping, and Red Cloud; their
young chieftain, was much delighted at seeing. his

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Buffalo Bill, after all greetings had been made, told

Red Cloud his new mission, and asked if the Navajo

chieftain could tell him where the Apaches were likely

to be at that present moment.

“Wesaw them far out on the plains as we came down
the mountain side,’ said Red Cloud. “They were
coming this way and seemed to be in a great hurry.
They must be wanting to reach their camp before they
are tracked by the white men.”

“We had better stay the night here,

Bill.

said Buffalo

“It would be no use going on further until day-

light, as they might attack us in the dark without our

knowing just where they were.”
The Navajos did not build fires, for the enemy, ac-
cording to the reports brought in by their scouts, were

not more than three miles distant. Both of the Indian

forces had sent out scouts and had got in touch with

the outposts of one another. A few stray shots had
been exchanged, and then the scouts had ridden back

to report to their chief.

Red Cloud’s little army numbered about seven hun-
dred braves—the flower of his tribe. Many of them
had fought by the side of Buffalo Bill in previous en-
counters with the Apaches, and they were keen for an-

other fight, and confident of victory.

“How many men have the Apaches?’ asked Wild»

Bul, as he gazed across the prairie to the 7 where

their camp fires flickered in the distance.
“My young men tell me there are more than a

thousand of them,” Red Cloud replied.

, Have the Indian scouts seen anything of the baby ?”
Jack Torrence asked the border king, who put the
question to Red Cloud in the Navajo language and
received a reply in the negative.

‘But when we were watching from the mountain,”

the Indian chief added, “we saw a party of braves ride

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and they joined the main body of the Apaches. They
must have been the party that captured the child.”
The Apaches showed no disposition to advance to
the attack. This did not surprise their foes, who knew
that they always had a rooted objection to fighting in
the darkness if they could possibly avoid doing so.
Wild Bill, with his usual reckless yearning for a
fight, urged that they should immediately attack the

Apaches,

Several of the cowboys agreed with him, but Red

Cloud and Buffalo Bill took a different view.
They favored waiting until the next morning.

“There could be no hope of surprising the Apaches,”

and they have got their scouts and sentries on the §

alert.

“The danger is, that in the confusion of a sudden
attack in the darkness, the baby might be killed.

“Then, too, we white men are all much better shots
than any of the Indians, and the Navajos are much
better shots than the Apaches, because Red Cloud has
devoted a great deal of attention to training them, at
my suggestion. |

“This is a tremendous advantage to us, but we should
lose it if we made a night attack. It would be better
to keep the fighting at long range as, much as we can,
for this reason.”’ |

“But the baby might get hurt in the long-range fir-
ing,” Wild Bill objected.

“No, the Indians would not bring her anywhere near
the firing line, for they value her too dearly. She is

their mascot. They will keep her away back in the rear,

and we ought to try to get round there while the battle .

is going on, and attack the party that has the child.
“The Navajos and some of the cowboys can engage

the Apaches all along the front, while about half a

dozen of us, on the swiftest horses, try to edge around

on their rear.’’

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This scheme was discussed at great length and many

others were proposed, but at last the war council, which

consisted of all the white men and Red Cloud and his
_ subordinate chiefs, agreed that they could not do bet-

ter than adopt Buffalo Bill’s suggestion.

The details of the plan were not worked out, for
they would depend on circumstances.

Now that the Apaches knew all about them, the

Navajos built their camp fires and attempted no further

' concealment.

They spent the evening attending to their horses and

arms. The battle on the morrow would be a

cavalry fight, and the condition of the horses of the
opposing armies would have much to do with the dors

' sult.

During the evening several of the braves practiced

wrestling, throwing weights, and other manly games

| of strength and skill.

One burly warrior, named Fighting Hawk, was the

| acknowledged champion of the tribe.

None could beat him in a wrestling bout.

He threw beau aiter brave with comparative ease,
until at last he could find none of his comrades ready |

to encounter him. ‘Then, excited by his triumphs, he

flung out a challenge to the white men, who were seated

. by themselves around a camp fire.

“Will you wrestle with me?” he asked of Buffalo

| Bill, especially, fixing his dark eyes intently on those

of the border king. “We know you for a mighty

warrior, O Long Hair, and it is said in the tents of

our people that no man has wrestled with you without

I would like to try.”
- “Take him on, Buffler,’’ Nick Wharton urged.
He

disliked to exhibit his own prowess and strength, un-

But the border king was not inclined to do so.

less compelled to do so for some worthy object.

He therefore laughingly declined the Indian’s chal-

 

lenge, saying that he was lazy, and that he preferred
to smoke his pipe.
One of Torrence’s cowboys, however, leaped to his

feet and said that he would like to take headin on.

He was a husky young fellow, but he did not look
the physical equal of the red man, who was a giant,
nearly seven feet tall, with muscles that stood out like

masses of whipcord over his arms and legs.

“Tm afeared that young feller is a gone coon,” re-
marked Nick Wharton, critically, as he watched the
two men circling warily around one another and look-
ing for a good hold. “I used to be powerful strong on
the rassle myself onct, but I guess I’m a has-been now.
In all my rassling. days, I calculate I never hit up agin’

a tougher proposition than thet thar’ redskin.”

Old Nick’s anticipation was soon justified.

Suddenly, the redskin rushed forward, with hight-_

ning-like rapidity, caught the young cowboy around —

the body, and flung him to the ground almost before

he realized what was happening.

Then, with a laugh, Fighting Hawk rose up from

his prostrate opponent, and asked whether any of the
other white men would care to try a fall with him.

Scores of the Navajos gathered round, encouraging
their champion with grunts of approbation.

A second cowboy promptly took up the challenge,
but met with no better fortune an his predecessor.
A third and a fourth were also vanquished by the
muscular and skillful redskin ; and it was not unt then
that Buffalo Bill yielded to the appeals of his friends
and agreed to wrestle,

“You'll jest hev to down the varmint, Buffler,” said
Nick Wharton.

the bulge on yo’, an’ life won’t be worth livin’ a

“Ef yo don’t, ther redskin wall hev
‘em. Yo must keep up the white man’s end.
The king of scouts recognized the truth of these

words. It would never do to let the N avajos, friendly

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of the white men. :
He must conquer the redskin champion at all cost,
or his power and influence among the tribe would be
seriously damaged, if not altogether fost.
“We will make it the best two out of three, Fighting
Hawk,’

and stepped forward for the contest.

said Cody, as he took off his hunting jacket

The brave nodded agreement, and gravely saluted
his opponent—a ceremony which he had neglected to
perform when opposed to the cowboys, whom he had
regarded as “easy marks.”

Red Cloud and a large number of his chiefs and
braves hurried up from the neighboring camp fires to
witness the match, when they saw that Buffalo Bill
had at last agreed to wrestle with their champion. ©
“You

are a great warrior and a wonderful shot, but Fighting

“It is no use, my brother,” said Red Cloud.

Hawk is a wrestler against whom no man can stand.” ©

That seemed to be the opinion of the other Indian§,

although they greeted Buffalo Bill heartily when he

stepped forward and faced their champion.

Fighting Hawk, however, did not hold his opponent
cheaply. He saw, by the elitter in Buffalo Bill’s eye,
that the fants scout was a man to be feared.

He held his body tense as that of a panther about

to spring, and his coal-black eyes did not waver an

instant in their intent gaze into those of the border

king.

Quick as a flash, Fighting Hawk darted forward,
with his muscular arms outstretched, ready to grapple
Buffalo Bill in the same manner that he-had grappled
and thrown the first of the cowboys. who- stood up to
him.

But Cody was not to be caught in that manner.

He sidestepped with a movement even quicker than

that of the Indian, and before the latter could recover

   

  
    

his poise, he had grasped him around the shoulders —

in a clever hold that left him well-nigh powerless.

After a few seconds’ swaying to and fro, he bent
the Indian backward to the ground, and a chorus of
excited yells from the cowboys greeted the first. vic-
tory in the three bouts.

The Indians were dumb with amazement for a mo-
ment, and then they hailed Buffalo Bill’s triumph with
a loud war whoop.

They would have preferred to see their own man
win, but if he had to be conquered, there was no one
they would rather have do it than their beloved Long
Hair, the blood brother of their paramount chief.

Fighting Hawk rose to his feet, looking rather crest-
fallen, but he speedily advanced for the second bout.

He was even more wary than at first, and Buffalo

Bill eventually had to rush in and grapple him.

The redskin struggled stoutly, bringing all his tre-
mendous strength to bear to overcome the king of the

Scouts.

The wrestlers swayed backward and forward for
fully two minutes, now one and now the other gaining

a slight ddvantage.

At last Buffalo Bill exerted his strength to push the
Navajo backward inch by inch, as if he would try to

force him over as he had done before.

Fighting Hawk strained his muscles to push for-
ward, exactly as Buffalo: Bill expected*he would do.

When he was straining his utmost, Buffalo Bill sud-
denly reversed his own efforts, and instead of pushing

him, pulled him violently forward.

The Navajo’s own struggles being 1 in this same We
rection, he was unable to keep his balance, and next

moment he lay flat upon-the ground.
Buffalo Bill had won two consecutive Rictories: and

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there was therefore no need for the third bout.

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established the reputation of the white man among their
tribe.

‘Fighting Hawk took the defeat well, and compli-
mented Cody with many of the flowery speeches so
dear to an Indian. :

Red Cloud and Buffalo Bill later walked round the
camp together to see that the sentries were properly
posted and were on the alert.

The camp fires of the Apaches were visible on the
distant prairie, but there were no signs that the enemy
contemplated an attack before morning.

__ The scouts sent out by Red Cloud all reported that
the Apaches had settled down for the night, but were
maintaining a vigilant watch. :

The blood brothers agreed that it was useless to
make any movement until the morning. They must
keep on their guard and hope for the best on the mor-

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FIGHTING HAWK’S GLORIOUS DEATH.
Soon after daylight, firing began between the out-

posts of the two camps. ‘The ground that separated

them was rolling’ prairie, with many rises and small
*hummocks that afforded fairly good cover to the rifle-

men who sought to “snipe” one another.

“The Apaches were late in moving out from their

camp, and they did not display “their usual eagerness

to get to close quarters.

Their main body remained on horseback far in the

| rear, covered by a fringe of skirmishers who kept up

| a hot fire on the Navajos’ outposts as they advanced. |

Red Cloud was not anxious to take the offensive
too readily, for his force was distinctly inferior in
numbers to that of the Apaches.

Buffalo Bill sent ten of the cowboys to the front,

under the command of Wild Bill. He reserved the re-

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for the dash around to the rear of the Apaches, which
he intended to make as soon as a favorable opportunity
presented itself. |

When the cowboys got to the firing line, they speed-
ily made their presence felt.

They were infinitely better shots than either the
Navajos or the Apaches, and they did considerable
execution among the enemy’s skirmishers, although
the latter clung to cover as much as possible.

Slowly and sullenly, the Apaches gave ground, until
at last they reached the spot where their horses had
been tethered, under the charge of two or three of
their comrades. |

| They remounted and galloped back to the main body,

ut the Navajos and cowboys pursued them for some
distance and emptied several of their saddles, only
drawing rein and riding back when they got within
less than a mile of the Apache host.

In this first brush, the Navajos won a decided vic-
tory, although it was, of course, a comparatively unim-
portant one, the main bodies of the two armies not
having as yet been engaged. :

About thirty of the Apaches had been killed in this
“affair of outposts,” and when they retreated they car-

ried away several wounded men with them.
The loss of the Navajos was much smaller.

They had five men killed and three wounded, while
one of the cowboys had a bullet through the fleshy
part of his arm. The others were unhurt, although
they had taken a leading part in driving back the
Apaches. .

Seeing that the enemy showed no signs of advancing,
Red Cloud turned to Buffalo Bill and said:

“We came here to fight, and fight we will! If they

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He gave the order to his braves to advance, and the

whole body did so, in three lines of horsemen, with a

mask of skirmishers in front.

  
 

12 | _ THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES.

“To Buffalo Bill's intense amazement, the Apaches
soon showed a determination to decline the battlé, at
ail events, for that day. :

As the Navajos advanced, they retreated in good
order, with a strong rear guard spread. out behind
them to hold the enemy in check.

The ground over which they fought was advanta-
geous to the Apaches. Their main body retreated from
_ the prairie into rocky and thickly wooded country near
the base of the mountains.

Intrenched behind bowlders and fallen tree trunks,
the Apache rear cuard easily held their enemy at bay
long enough to enable an orderly retreat to be made
into the woods.

_ The Navajos, being the better shots, were able to
inflict some loss upon their foes; but they could not
‘ome into close touch with them without ‘exposing
themselves to a disadvantage that no wise general
would run.

Fighting Hawk, who had been given command of
the left wing of the first line of braves, was anxious
to retrieve his defeat on the night before, and re-
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recklessly led his men in a fierce charge on the in-

establish himself in the eyes of his comrades.

trenched rear guard of the Apaches, without waiting

for orders from Red Cloud. :
The Navajo chief stamped with rage when he saw

the movement, for it required little generalship to see

that it was foredoomed to failure.

As Fighting Hawk and his braves rushed forward,

tomahawk in hand, toward the rocks and trees behind

which the Apaches lay hidden, they were met by a

withering fire from every side.

Before they could cover half the distance that sep-
arated them from their foes, two-thirds of their num-
ber were shot down. The rest wavered and halted a
moment, and then turned to retreat.

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Fighting Hawk, realizing the blunder he had made,
determined that at“ll events he would die with honor.

He remained with his face to the foe, brandishing
his tomahawk and yelling his war cry defiantly.

There was a lull in the firing on both sides. Apaches
and Navajos alike paused to gaze upon his splendid
and warlike figure. a

There were at least two score of his enemies who
could have picked him off easily with their rifles, but,
fierce savages though they were, some innate feeling
of chivalry made them hold their hands.

The pause in the fighting did not last more than
about a minute.

Then an Apache chieftain, almost as tall as the giant
Navajo, stenped from behind a rock and advanced te
accept his tacit challenge to single combat.
, He held a rifle in his hand, but he did not use it.
He threw. it to the ground, and drew his tomahawk
—the weapon with which Fighting Hawk was armed.

The two Indians glared at one another for a mo-
ment, and.then bounded forward and grappled in
deadly combat. )

The Apache aimed a terrible blow at Fighting
Hawk’s head with his tomahawk, but the Navajo threw
up his arm just in time to catch the other’s wrist. Yet

he could not entirely break the force of the blow, which

struck him on the shoulder, inflicting a terrible wound. §

Before the Apache could wrench his weapon away,
Fighting ‘Hawk struck him a fearful blow in. the
face with his own tomahawk, cutting his head open
from chin to crown.
~ As his enemy sank to the ground, the champion of
the Navajos tottered from the pain ae the wound in

his shoulder, and from two bullet wounds which he

had previously received.

He had lost much blood, and knew that he was a

dying man, but there was one thing left for him to

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Bending forward, he drew the knife from his belt

and took his fallen enemy’s scalp. Then, drawing

himself up to his full height, he waved the reeking

| trophy defiantly in the air toward his hidden foes,

That broke the spell which had bound the Apaches
while the fight was going on. | |
Fighting Hawk immediately fell, pierced by half a

dozen bullets.

CHAPTER V.

THE BATTLE FOR THE SCALP.

The Navajos, with a yell of rage, rushed forward,

- eager to avenge the death of their champion.

_ Red Cloud, however, was too good a general to per-
mit his men to run upon almost certain destruction.
He galloped his horse in front of the charging braves
and ordered them back. They obeyed reluct@ntly, after

several of their number had fallen to the fire of the

Apaches.

Buffalo Bill, who had been fighting with the cow-
boys on the right wing, came spurring over to the
left, while the thick of the battle was now raging.

He had seen the death of Fighting Hawk from a dis-

tance, and realized that it might precipitate a hand-

to-hand conflict. |

_A dozen cowboys thundered after him on their swift

mustangs, and in a few moments the border king

reached the side of Red Cloud, just as the Apaches .

made a sortie from their cover toward the body of

‘Fighting Hawk, which lay midway between the two

forces,

They were eager, as a point of honor, to rescue the
scalp of their comrade, which lay clasped in the grip
of the dead Navajo’s hand. :

Buffalo Bill and his cowboys opened fire upon them

as they advanced, and shot down several; but the re-

‘mainder, some thirty in number, still came on.

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Red Cloud yelled his war cry and led his braves in a
fierce charge. |

In a few moments, Navajos and Apaches were fight-
ing hand to hand over the bodies of their dead cham-
pions.

The border king and his white comrades were in

the thick of the mélée, firing right and left with their

_ revolvers, while the Indians battled fiercely with tom-

ahawks. clubbed rifles and knives.

The Apaches were outnumbered, and the revolvers
of the cowboys did terrible execution among them; but
for some minutes they would not give-an inch of
ground, so keen was their desire to rescue the scalp
of their chieftain and take that of the Navajo who had
slain him.

Some of their comrades charged to their aid, but
the bulk even of the rear guard had already retreated
back into the woods, following the main body, which
they had been covering.

Scores of the Navajos hastened to the help, of their
chief, until the foe was soon outnumbered by more
than three to one. |

The Apaches then tried to give up the hopeless fight
and flee back to. cover; but they found that Buffalo
Bill; with a strong party of Navajos and cowboys, had.
galloped round their rear and cut off their retreat.

“They struggled vainly to cut their way through, but
were shot down on every hand.

Out of about sixty Apaches who had sallied forth
to do battle for the scalp, only three or four escaped
to the ele of the woods and managed to rejoin the
main body, - ae

Fighting Hawk had been amply avenged, but the
Navajos had not come off scathless. -

Many of their best braves had bit the dust.

The survivors, however, cared little for that, for
they had a rich harvest of scalps to reap, and they had

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Red Cloud and his men advanced and occupied the
strong position vacated by the enemy, from which they
were able to advance slowly and cautiously into the
woods, taking cover carefully as they stepped from tree
But before they had gone far, their leading
skirmishers were driven back by a hail of bullets.

They had run upon the main-body of the Apaches,

who occupied an extended front through the woods

“amply covered by trees and brushwood. Hardly a man

of them could be seen by the attackers, but every effort
to advance was the signal for a fusillade which ren-
dered further progress practically impossible.

Buffalo Bill, on the left, and Red Cloud, on the
right, took command of strong parties and tried to
work round through the woods, turn the flanks of the
Apache force, and attack in the rear. |

The chief who commanded the enemy was, however,
to wily to allow that. He extended his flanks, strength-
ened them with his reserves, and forced the attackers
back. !

Red Cloud and Buffalo Bill met in the center of the

_ Navajo line and decided that it was hopeless to con-

tinue the fight under the circumstances.

It was now afternoon, and although they had not
lost heavily in the fight in the wood, they had been
forced back at every point.

Red Cloud gave the order to retire and hold a coun-
eil of war, a fringe of scouts being left behind to re-
port any advances which the enemy might make.

“Did you see anything of the child while the fight
was going on?’ Wild Bill asked.

“I thought I caught a glimpse of it earlier in the
day, when the main body galloped away into the wood
and the rear guard kept us back,” the border king re-
plied. “But I couldn’t be sure. A warrior was carry-

ing a white bundle on his saddle. It was probably the

child, but it may not have been.”

Lhe Indians were closely questioned by Red Cloud,

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BIDE STORES,

but they all declared that they had not caught a glimpse
of the infant. Neither had T Orredte nor any of his
cowboys. :

. There was something mysterious in the wonderful
care with which the Apaches guarded their little white
mascot.

Evidently they kept it well in the rear, out of the
danger of the battle. |

Jack Torrence was somewhat relieved by this, but

he chafed at the delay in rescuing his child.

Some of the scouts came back and reported that the

Apaches had established a camp in the center of the

wood and seemed disposed to await the attack of the

- Navajos there.

The war council called by Red Cloud discussed er :

ous plans for assaulting the enemy; but all of them

were rejected, one by one, until at last Buffalo Biff,
who had been sitting silent, wrapped in deep thought,
was asked to speak.
“Give us your judgment, my brother,” said Red
Cloud, “for we are sore perplexed and in need of your
wise counsel.” _
“Tt seems to me,” Buffalo Bill replied, “that the
first thing to do is to get the white baby away safely.
Not only do we want to rescue it—that must be, in-
deed, my first care—but the Apaches will ioce heart
a they lose the child, and it will then be a much easier
task for us to defeat them. |
“Now, I propose that Red Cloud, with a few of his
braves, shall make a demonstration against the Apache
camp shortly before nightfall, while I will lead/anethes
small party to the other side of the camp and ae to
get as near as possible without, being discovered. —

"Red Cloud and his men must pretend'to make a fu-

rious attack, but soon give ground and retreat, dis-

closing their small numbers.

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| ‘opportunity to dart in and try to secure the baby. If
we succeed, we will retreat at once to the main body,
as Red Cloud and his braves will also do; and if the
Apaches press the pursuit, why—we can give them the
big battle to which all these little skirmishes we have

been having are mere preliminaries!”

The other white men heartily applauded the border

PD ‘king’s plan, and so did the Navajos when it was ex-

‘plained to them. Red Cloud at once set to work to

_ make. preparations for carrying out his part of the

scheme.

Pusiilo Bill chose WHE Bill Nick Wharten and

_ Jack Torrence for his comrades in the daring task he

was to undertake.
All of the cowboys begged to be allowed to join his
party, but he ordered them to stay behind with the main
body of the Navajos, in readiness to give help if they
were chased after carrying out their task.
He knew that the fewer men who went with him,

the better; as a large party could not hope to get near

| the Apache camp without being detected.

CHAPTER Vd
THE RESCUE OF THE BABY,
In all his frontier experience, the border king had
never been faced with a tougher problem than that of

leading his little party close to the Apache camp with-

out their being detected.

He had to deal with a wily and alert foe, who ex-

pected some such movement and were on their guatd

| against it.

Nevertheless, Buffalo Bill was the superior of the

' average Indian in wooderaft, and he now brought all

the resources of his skill into play.
He led his little party through the brushwood and

the trees, so that they were not exposed even for a

snoment. As soon as they had wormed their way

it was no time to talk.

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through one piece of cover, they were into another.
The border king, who led the way, came suddenly
upon an Apache who was stretched at full length on
the ground, behind a bush.
Before the startled Indian could utter his war whoop,
the king of the scouts leaped upon him and caught his
throat in a strangling grasp.
The Apache drew his scalping knife from his belt
and stabbed at Buffalo Bill with it, but the blow fell
short. At the same moment, the border king drove
his own knife up to the hilt in the man’s breast, and

he fell back dead, with a little, choking gasp.

Crawling on from tree to tree, the scouts came at

last to a large clearing in the wood. It was there that

the Apaches had made their encampment.

Buffalo Bill and his companions did’ not venture
very nlear to the clearing, for the Apaches were ob-
viously on the alert; but, peering through the trees,
they could see a sight which filled them with: amaze-

ment.

In the middle of the clearing, and right in the center
of the camp, was an immense nest—a perfect giant
among birds’ nests. Buffalo Bill recognized it at once
as belonging to the golden eagle of North America,
and he wondered how the Apaches ever came to possess
such a thing. |

A number of the warriors were standing around this -
nest, looking down into it and talking excitedly to one
another. :

“Gol-durn me for an old kafoozler ef they aint
rigged up that nest fur the baby!’ exclaimed old Nick
Wharton, in a hoarse whisper. ‘Who in thunder
would ever hev thought thet o’ the “Paches!””

Buffalo Bill silenced him with a quick gesture, for
He gripped his rifle, and
waited eagerly for Red Cloud to make his attack.

An old woman came up to the nest from a fire where —

she had been warming some food... She gave it to

 
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the baby, and then took the little creature out of the
nest and hushed it to sleep, crooning’an Indian lullaby.

All around her sat fierce-looking braves, who were

susy sharpening their spears, cleaning their guns, and

polishing their tomahawks.
looked strangely out of place amid such a warlike scene.

* The squaw was the only one of her sex in the band.

i’vidently she had been brought along for the express _

purpose of looking after the baby—the white mascot
of the Apaches.

Suddenly several shots were fired from the opposite
side of the clearing, and the war cry of the Navajos
was heard.

Immediately all was confusion in the camp.

The braves snatched up their rifles and other weap-
ons and yelled back their defiance to the hidden foe.

_ But, to the intense amazement of Buffalo Bill and
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J to meet the Navajos and drive them back.

Instead of doing so, the braves nearest to the baby
immediately formed a circle round her and her nurse,
and gave a mighty war whoop in unison.

The child woke up with a sudden start and sat up in
her nurse’s arms, but she did not cry.

In a moment, the braves burst out laughing and
shouted gayly to one another as they turned from the

infant and rushed across the clearing to face the Nava-

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who had been firing rapidly into the encampment
curing the few seconds that had been wasted in the
manner described.

Buffalo Bill was fairly puzzled by the queer cere-
mony he had just witnessed, but he was prompt to
seize the opportunity presented to him.

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and racing across the wide clearing toward the plac
where the squaw was sitting. _

She was absorbed in watching the fight which wa

going on at the other edge of the clearing, whither ally th

the Apaches had hastened. She did not notice the
white men until they were within a few paces of her
Then she turned round, and, catching sight of them
rose to flee; but Buffalo Bill caught her wrist in hi
iron grasp before she could move a single pace.

As he tore the child from her arms, the woman ut
tered a loud yell. Several of the Indians who had
advanced to repel Red Cloud’s attack heard her.
being taken from them, and in a moment fifty yelling

braves came bounding across the clearing toward the

little party of white men.

But Buffalo Bill was not the man to let the grass)

erow under his feet.
Fle passed the baby to its father, Jack Torrence.
“You run ahead with it,’”’ the border king com-
manded, “\

cover the retreat.”

As Jack turned and ran through the wood, the rifles

of the scouts spoke again and again.» They dropped”

several of the leading Indians, and then turned an

fled toward the main body of the Navajos.

The redskins pressed them closely, and Nick Whar; “at

ton’s cheek was once grazed by a bullet.

But help was near at hand. The cowboys had not
been content to remain behind with the Navates ane
followed on the trail, and when they heard the firin
they came tearing through the wood, and soon checke:

the redskins.

Other Apaches, however, came swarming up, an

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before the entire force of the 7 came pressing

nad The attack was the fiercest of the encounters that had

far taken place in this little war.
nasi The Apaches came to the assault again and again,
ing) But they were driven back on, every occasion, and at

the! Jast they retired.

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and give their war cry, instead of rushing at once to

r “attack your” the border king asked.

1, “Of course, they drove you back, but in the real

tle just now we repelled them.

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ut tink it would be a good plan for us now to
vithdraw to the a country and lure them out
after us. We can fight them better there, because of
Our superiority in marksmanship and tactics. Here in
the wood, we may beat them back, but we cannot crush
them. They can immediately escape to cover.
“They will have to be taught a lesson which they
will not forget in a hurry, and this is the best time to
do it. They will be so downhearted over the loss. of

their mascot that our victory will be half won before

the battle starts:’’

Following his unusual custom, Red Cloud hastily

called a war council, at which the plan suggested by

the border king was heartily approved.

It was now past dusk, and the Navajos made their

retreat by the light of the moon. Undisturbed by their

foes, they .rode about eight miles across the prairie,

covering the ground they had previously traversed in

the first fight.

CHAPTER VII.

THE DOCTOR WITH THE GUN.

Camp fires were lighted, and whites and redskins
alike settled down fore aod dinner, a smoke, and a
rest after their long day of exciting adventure and hard
fighting.

AS they sat around the fire, smoking their pipes,
the cay bor and the scouts swapped yarns of their
frontier life.
“One of the many prisoners received at a peniten-
tiary where I was deputy warden,” said one of the
, was a man, named Horton,

cowboys, named Haskins,

“He was editor and proprietor of a weekly paper.

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He was a pretty strong writer, and made many enemies.
The article which led to its author’s imprisonment. was
a five-line squib ridiculing a local doctor. The doctor
called to demand a retraction, a fight ensued, and the
editor had the misfortune to kill his man. He was sen-
tenced to be hanged, but the governor commuted it to

imprisonment for life.

“When Horton reached the prison, he was in such

a bad state of health that he had to go to the hospital,
but after a few weeks he was made librarian of the
prison library.

“ After.a year or so, Horton’s wife got’a divorces his
friends ceased to call, and he was virtually dead to the
world. As far as I could judge, the man submitted
to the inevitable without a murmur, and it has ever
since been a sore thought with me that I made such
a mistake in sizing him up. E
“Subsequent events proved that he began plotting
from the very first, and we were to learn that he was
a man willing to take the most desperate chances to
regain his liberty.

“There was living in the town in which the prison

was situated a young lady named Thomson. She used

to come in every afternoon at two o'clock, with papers
or other things for the Auloner: and sometimes she
had company and sometimes not.

“Saturday attnneen was a holiday with the prison-

ers—that is, all were locked up in their cells after the

noonday meal and could read, write or sleep. This
order did not include the librarian and certain other

trusties.
“One Saturday afternoon Miss Thomson was an
t was.in April, and the day was dark and

foggy. The order was to pass her in and out without

_ tracts.

question. At seven o'clock in the evening some

her, friends called at the prison to say that she h
not returned home. At midnight, after a search of t
town had been made, Miss Thomson’s friends return
to the prison.

“Horton was the first to be consulted. He said tt
she had come in late, bringing two books and soi
The books were left in the library, but
went with her to the corridor to distribute-some trac

We verified his statement by going to the corridor.

, ‘The country around the prison was searched 4/

night long, and soon after daylight the mystery w

solved. The dead body of the girl was found in t)

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prison yard. On the second floor of a storehouse |
the body, while hat, dress, skirts and wrap were in

heap beside it.

“In spite of my good opinion of Horton, I suspect:

him of this awful deed. There were nine other trust:

who might possibly have had the opportunity, and :

the deed could not be brought home to him. |
“Whoever had killed the poor girl had dressed

her clothes, but afterward taken them off. If he hi

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planned to go out in this disguise, his nerve had fail
him.
“About eight months after the murder, when Hort:

had been with us for three years and six months,

made his escape by means of a tunnel which he hr

been for over two years digging. It began in a cloth

closet off the library, and ended ninety-three feet aw2

outside the prison walls.

“What was done had to be accomplished betwe'

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out of the library, nor could he tell what minute son

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and. There were times when he descended into his
hirtel and worked for an hour before ‘coming out.
\fter coming out, he had to wash his hands and re-
move all signs of dust and dirt, and he must have had
herves of steel and a will of iron to bear up under the
nourly fear of discovery. :
“That tunnel was more than a nine days’ wonder
niter, discovery.
“Vou will want to know how I learned of certain
hings. A year after Horton's escape, we heard of

him in Montana. He had joined a small band of

trappers and hunters, and was living among the moun-

tains.

6h had been located, it was decided that I
short ent out to attempt his capture. When I
re b4 © settlement called Gallatin, I heard that Hor-
tc ; was in the aa to the north, and I
esi Fwvo men to search for him.

vere on the trail of the hunters for a month

we found them. One evening we rode into

“imp prepared to shoot or capture the fugitive
mirderer, but-he was ae there.

“Two days before, he had started out to inspect some

traps and had not returned. The rest of the party,

numbering six, had been out looking for him on the

day of our arrival, but had found no trace.

-““Vhe search was resumed next day, and along in the ©

afternoon we found him. He had fallen over a cliff

and had landed on a shelf about forty feet below. His
tall had been broken by a bush, but he had been severely
injured, and was almost dead when we got him up.

“He had broken a leg and an arm, and as there was

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no show to get a doctor, we knew that death must soon
terminate his sufferings.

“During the last day of his life, Horton was not only
conscious but talkative and free from pain, ; He an-
sisted on telling me all about the tunnel business, and
of course I was interested in the details. 1 plainly
told him that I had suspected him from the hour of
finding Miss Thomson’s body and that, figure it out as
I might, no one else had the opportunity that he ha‘.
He did not answer me for several minutes, and then
said, quietly :

ea will give you my idea of that affair, though of
course it may be all wrong. When Miss Thomson and
I separated, she started for the exit and I for the li-
brary. There were several trusties about, and no doubt
one of them spoke to her, and she may have turned
aside. It was a dark, foggy day, you remember, and a
man might have clutched her by the throat to prevent
att alarm and carried her to the storehouse. He took
I have always. felt

great risks, but was not discovered.

much grieved over the fate of that poor girl.’

/

“ “What motive do you think the murderer had?’ I

sada

“ “Probably to don her clothes and pass out to lib-
erty.
| Bit why didn’t’he carry out his plans?’
‘Probably something threw him off his nerves as
he done cence the wicket. He could have gone out
unquestioned, Ver co aeinine happened to make him
suspect that he would be nabbed.’

“And you will not confess, realizing that death is

not far away?’

oy Miss dear man,’ said Horton, ‘let’s drop all dismal

subjects and talk about the tunnel. So all of you called

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it an excellent bit of engineering? Well, I think it

was. I was very proud of that tunnel, and I some-

“times felt like going back to have a look at it.’

“Four hours later he was dead, passing away as
peacefully as if he had never shed a drop of human
blood.”

“Well,” said one of the other cowboys, “I knowed
you was most things, from a trapper to a miner, but
I’m blest if I knowed yo’ was a deputy warden.”

“Yes, I’ve been most things, from time to time. My
life has been a pretty wandering one.”

“Say, tell us another story, will you?”

“Well,” said the story-teller, “when I was at Pleasant

Hill, we had two hundred and ten miners on the list,

and though one dropped off occasionally, a stranger

-always:arrived to fill the vacancy and keep up the list

to its full figure.

“One day it was proposed that every miner chip
in fifty cents a week and make-up a fixed salary to sup-
port a doctor, an idea favorably received by all. A
week later, a disciple of Aesculapius came into the
camp with his satchel. 7

“te was a man about forty years old and had been
tramping ae country in search of a job. He was a
tough-looking pill, but in those far back days no one
was judged by his rags and tatters or the condition
of his boots.

“After getting a bite to eat, he announced his pro-
fession and his errand, and a committee was appointed

to talk to him with a view of securitig his services.
Jim Davis was the spokesman for the committee, and
he led off with:

“ “Stranger, thar are’but leetle to be said—not at this

time. Do you know your bizness as a doctor?’

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“Ts thar any critter here as sez 1 don't?’ and his
hand went back for his gun.
“The action was counted in his favor. We had had

three or four doctors within the year, but they had

been meek and lowly in spirit, and none of them had °

iy
ever carried a gun.

«We want somebody who kin tell a broken leg from
a case of typhoid fever,’ continued Jim, ‘and if yo’ are

the man the job is open., The last critter took a skip

bekase he treated Tom Barlum fur dyspepsia instead’

of a broken rib. Should you make any sich mistakes |

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‘““*T never make medical or surgical blunders,’ stiffly J

interrupted the new doctor, as his Hand went back
again.
“ “Are you a sensitive cuss?

“As to my-profeshtn, yes. Ye kin joke and play
with me from mornin’ till night, and I won’t git mad,
but beware about jokin’ about my profeshun. As the
doctor of the camp, I must be respected and my. orders

obeyed. Any critter as goes about sayin’ that I don’t

 

know my bizness will hev to apologize or

‘‘And the stranger drew his revolver from the holster

and looked round him for a human target. The com-

mittee admired his action. He was a doctor with sand.

He was proud of his profession and would fight for it.

“The next day he had entered upon his job, and
word went about the camp that we hada fighting doc-

tor, and that there was to be no fooling with him. He
had a shanty by himself, and he said he had with him

in his satchel all necessary drugs and surgical instru-

ments.

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tor arrived and felt his pulse and looked at his tongue

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“As he said this his hand went back to his gun, and
he looked around:and listened for protestations. There
were none, and he ordered that Abe should be stood on
his head for five manus to let the blood leave his

feet, and then stripped of his clothes and wrapped in

oe 2 blanket soaked in water. —

“The water was ice cold at the time, and it took four

of us to get the blanket around the yelling and strug-
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“The cure was complete, There are things which

even bilious colic has to give in to, and the way we

| treated Abe would have scared the yellow fever out of

him in a hurry.

“This remarkable cure of ‘dropsy’ was one in favor
of the new doctor, but he didn’t come out quite so well
with his next case, which was that of Joe Singleton.
Joe complained of pains in his head, a terrible back-

ache and a dry throat, and the doctor said it was a case

“He had his hand on the butt of his pistol as he
looked round to see who differed with him, but no-
body opposed his diagnosis.

“He left a powder to be given every thirty minutes,

and the half dozen of us who tasted it were sure it was

nothing more than ginger. At the end of two days the

patient was worse, and the doctor bled him and also

raised a blister on the stomach and ordered the patient

to drink two quarts of hot water

 
   

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“Nothing availed, however, and at the end of ten
days Joe expired. There was no question but what the
Lord had removed him in spite of all medical science
could do.

“There might have been, but the doctor said it was
so, and he said it while toying with his gun, and it
seemed best to let him have his way.

“A few days later, old Tom Hastings fell over the
rogks and broke his collar bone. The doctor was sent
bt, and he felt om. pulse and looked at his tongue ©
and dallied with the collar bone, and by and by he said:

“*You had a fall, but your collar bone is only
bruised. What ails you is bane weakness of the
heart, and if you don’t do exactly as I tell you you'll
be a dead man in a week.’

“But he can't raise his arm, and that shows a broken

collar bone,’ protested Tom’s chum.

“Toes it? demanded the doctor, as he felt for his
eun. ‘I don’t think it does. If there is anyone here
who wants to pick me up on my diagnosis, why

“That was enough. He was not picked up. He
dosed Tom with some of that ginger, ordered starva-
tion diet, and blistered the soles of his feet to draw

the blood from his heart.

“After four days of this treatment Tom’s chum

took him over the mountain to Silver City, and there
a doctor fixed him up., It was all in the collar bone.
The Silver City doctor didn’t go back on the profes-
sion, however. He explained that ai the symptoms
pointed so strangely to heart disease that it was only
by luck and chance that he had caught onto ne collar.

bone.

“Our doctor suffered somewhat in his reputation

now and then, but he had been with us six weeks and

  
 

 

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was carrying things with a stiff hand when Peter

Harper was struck by a flying stone and had his skull

fractured. He was lying unconscious when the doctor

arrived, and as nobody spoke of the fracture the medico
felt him all over and said:

“This is a case of epileptic fits, and some of you
hold his arms while I bleed him.

““Cuss yer fits, but he’s been hit on the head!’

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‘“*This is a case of epileptic fits, continued the doc-

 

tor, as he reached for his gun, ‘and I’m prepared ‘

“So were a dozen of the miners. They raised a
yell and rushed at him. ‘The first move of the doctor
was to throw his gun away and the second to take to
his heels, and, though we pursued. him for a mile, he

could not be overtaken.

“We found about fifty of his blue pills in his satchel

and distributed them around as far as they would go,
and the half pound of ginger was made into tea, fla-

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vored with whisky, and drunk in honor of the glorious

Fourth.”

After some more yarns had been told, Buffalo Bill
suggested that it was time to get a few hours’ rest in
their horse blankets if they were going to be fit for
the battle that would almost certainly have to be fought

on the morrow.

CHAPTER VIII
THE DEFEAT OF THE APACHES. _
Soon after daylight, the Apaches came swooping
over the prairie toward the Navajo camp. They had
suffered heavily in the previous fight, but they still had

a decided superiority in numbers.

 

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The battle began with long-range firing and skir-J

mishing, but presently the Apaches advanced to close

quarters, and a hot fight ensued.

Red Blade, one of their principal war chiefs and the!
acknowledged head of their present expedition, led a)

furious charge on horseback at the center of the}

Navajos’ position, but his braves were driven back by

the accurate and rapid firing: of the small party of

scouts. and cowboys under Buffalo Bill's command.

The Apache chieftain, yelling with rage, brained one

of his own men with his tomahawk when the latter
turned to run from the withering fire.

After some time, he managed to rally his forces, and
he led them on foot—three hundred of his best braves
——all determined apparently to die rather than retreat
or surrender.

Many of the foe were shot down as they charged for;
ward, but the remainder came on, and in a few min-

utes they had reached the ranks of the Navajos. .

A desperate, hand-to-hand, mixed-up fight ensued ;
knives, tomahawks, clubbed rifles, and even fists being

used on both sides.

As Red Cloud turned to strike down an’ Apache, who.

_Wwas drawing a bead on Nick Wharton, he was himself

struck on the head with a rifle butt by Red Blade and

knocked senseless.

As the Apache, with a wild yell of cae bent
down to take the scalp of the prostrate Navajo chief-
tain, Buffalo Bill sent a bullet tinouel his brain.

The death of Red Blade took the heart out of his fol-

lowers. They had lost heavily, and they broke and

fled back to their horses and to the rest of their force

that had not taken part in Red Blade’s wild charge.

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The Apache host retreated to some distance and
showed no disposition to renew the fight.

When Red Cloud was preparing to attack them,

after his men had rested, a party/of three braves

rode out from the Apache host, waving green branches
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peace.
They were met by Red Cloud, Yellow Bear and Buf-
falo Bill.
The Apaches suggested that there should be a truce
for a week, during which time the details of a perma-
nent treaty of peace could be arranged by the chiefs

and old men of the two tribes.

They frankly acknowledged that they had had more
than enough of the war, brief though it had been;
and they evidently felt that it was hopeless to go on
fighting now that they had lost the mascot by which
they set So much store.

Red Cloud was willing to grant the truce. The war
had been none of his seeking. With the help of his
bleed brother, he had given the Apaches a lesson of

which they stood sadly in need, and he was content to

_det, it. go. at that.

Buffalo Bill, J ace Torrence, and the rest of the white

men, bade farewell to the Navajo chieftain, promising .
to come to his help again if the Apaches gave him any
further trouble. - |

‘They rode back as fast as possible to Jack Tor-

rence’s ranch, for Jack was naturally eager to restore

his child to its mother’s arms.
An incident occurred shortly before they reached the
ranch which profoundly disturbed Wild Bill.

About three hours’ ride from the ranch, there was

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a settlement—little more than a camp, in fact—which

_. went by the name of One-Horse Camp.

As they were riding through this place, Wild. Bill

came suddenly face to face with a woman who was

carrying a pitcher of water in her hand.

When she saw him, her face went as pale as ashes, .

and she let the pitcher drop with a crash to. the
Wild Bill reined his horse up sharply, and Buffalo
Bill noticed that he gripped ae so tightly that the
blood nearly spurted from his finger nails,
"Jackson’s Jess!’’ he hissed, between clinched teeth.
“So I’ve found you at last, my gal!”
“T ain’t yourn,”’ replied the woman, sharply.
“No, you are Phil Morrison’s wife—Phil Morrison,

the man who pretended to be my friend way off in

Idaho, six years ago, and then stole you away after

you had promised to be mine.”’
“TI took who I liked,”’ the woman replied, with spirit,
“You liked me until that snake in the grass came

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between us,’ Wild Bill growled. “Where is, he ?”

“If he was here,, he'd soon chaw you up, said the
woman, defiantly. “But he ain’t here, and you won t
find out where he is,’ | | |

Buffalo Bill, who had watched the painful scene with
deep regret, oy interposed and persuaded his ve
friend to ride on. As he did so, Wild Bill vowed ‘hat
he would return and have his revenge on his treacher-
ous friend, Phil Morrison. |

Buffalo Bill was troubled by this threat, but he little
guessed the self-sacrificing and heroic manner in which
Wild Bill was destined to carry it out.
_ Needless to say, the border king’s girl pard was
get her baby back again,

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to Buffalo Bill and his comrades was unbounded, and
she made them accept a warm invitation to spend some

time on the ranch.

 

CHAPTER: [X.

THE FIRE ON THE PRAIRIE.

A week after he had seen his old sweetheart—the
wife of the old friend whom he felt had betrayed him—
Wild Bill was riding along over the prairie, sitting

listlessly on his horse and feeling as if he cared little
what happened to him now.

‘He had left Cody and Wharton at the Torrences’
ranch, excusing himself by saying that he had to
“hunt up some old friends.” He felt that he could
Abe bear even their company in his present great trou-
ble.

He had been over to Creek City, a neighboring set-
tlement, and was returning to One-Horse Camp, hop-
ing to have another talk with the woman and perhaps
meet her husband and exact the vengeance which he

felt was due to him.

He was about halfway back, when he was suddenly

aroused from his listlessness by sighting a red glow in
the sky toward the west.

No need to ask the meaning of that, even if he had
not smelt the smoke; and he oak spare horse-flesh

galloping to the camp!

Bill was riding a fine animal—a big upstanding
brute, Kentucky bred, and about as powerful as an ele-
phant, as he needed to be to carry big Bill.

He had a temiper of his own, had Black Dick, and it
was little time that he would allow to be spent over
dressing him, rubbing down being a thing that he didn’t
pnrchete nohow,”’ as Bill said; but you should have
seen him stretch himself and. cover the ground when
it came to a gallop in good earnest. :

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‘tearing along into One-Horse Camp with the news

that the prairie was all one blaze to the west, and the

fire traveling at the rate of forty miles an hour.

All the same, the camp was not in so much danger
as it looked. There was a river just below; and it was#

abit too wide, most of the boys calculated, for thell |

fire to cross, although they were not all agreed as to ,

that, and one or two showed themselves a bit doubtful. WW

Then all the timber on the ranches near at hand had
been felled long ago; so that, even if. the fire should
cross, there would have been nothing on that side, ex-’
cept bare rock, for it to feed on, and it must have
died out for sheer want of fuel before reaching the
camp.

But, for all that, they decided to run no risks, and
the whole camp ran down like one man to the river,
bed, first to burn a strip ahead of the fire, and then, get-
ting in line, to be ready to beat it out if the flames |
should cheat them after all and leap the river.

Bill was on his way to join them. He had ridden

up to stable Black Dick, and, having just turned the ©

horse into his stall, without waiting even to take off

the bridle, he was racing down to help the other men,
when, as he dashed at top speed down the rough path,
he almost knocked against some one coming up—a
woman with a baby in her arms. ~ e

It was “Jackson’s Jess’’—for she went by her old

name still with him—and her face was just about as

white o death.

She wasn’t crying—all the’ power to. cry seemed to

be out of her; and she stood there, staring, white-faced 4

and stony-eyed, looking out toward that dull red light

in the west. ame oe a
But she turned her head at the sound of Bill's hur-

ried steps, and the laugh with which she spoke was hor-

rible to hear.

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to see it, now? Ain't you? You'll be level with him

Ipretty smart now, I reckon! Come! Don’t say you

B ain't glad, for I’d not believe you.”

Bill stood staring in blank wonder. Jess laughed

again—the same low, mirthless laugh.

~“VYou don’t sense it, mebbe. You don’t know what

Imean. But I reckon you don’t. I’ve kept it dark too |

It’s Phil, that’s all, Phil Morrison,

the man I married, and your old pard. You swore

you'd git level with him, didn’t you? Waal, it’s too
late in the day for that. He’s outer your reach, is

Phil, by now or soon will be. That fire’ll take care of

i that, you bet.”

She paused for breath, and Bill, fairly dazed, as- well

} he might be, spoke:

“Say, what is it you are a-drivin’ at? I don’t know
what you mean.”

Te looked at him, her lips quivering. Then with
an effort she forced herself to speak.

“Vou haven’t heard whar Phil is, then? ou don’t
know? Way out to Shenstone Ranch.”

“Never! broke out Bill, the horror of one single

thought uppermost with him for the moment. “Thar!

| Phil out thar! Then he’s a gone coon sure, and every

living soul with him.”
The wife’s face worked in speechless misery, but her
set lips never moved.

“He can’t be thar,” cried Hickok, looking strangely

f excited. “He’s never thar, Jess, lass! They must have

sighted the fire long: back, and him and Buck Shenstone
will be coming into camp right along.”

“He'd be ote af he could,” answered she, still
in the same tones Vt reckon I ain't told you straight,
or you don’t catch on. | : | ;

“Vou ain’t heard as Phil broke his leg last week on

the way up to One-Horse, and they had to leave him

at Shenstone’s ranch. All the week he’s been thar, and

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“Buck’s. gone to Creek City to-day; he'll come
through at sun up and now Phil is out thar all alone.
Say, it’s good ewe fur you, all that, ain’t it Why
don’t you say you’re glad—I “low you're that!’

Then the hard tone of mocking, forced defiance
broke down, and with one low, despairing cry—‘‘Oh,
Phil! Phil!”—-she dropped down on the bank and
buried her face in her hands.

And Bill?

thoughts then. ‘Like a man struck to stone, he stood

It would have been hard to get at his

for a moment, looking down at the figure before him. ©

Then, turning without a word, he went back again, up
the rough, rocky path toward the stable where he had
put his horse. |

‘The sound of horse hoofs roused Jess a few moments
later, as she sat there, bowed in her helpless misery.
Turning to look up, she saw Hickok looking at het
and holding Black Dick by the bridle.

Despite of her despair and anguish, she gazed at him,
wondering at the look on his face. : ,

She had seen the pictures of saints and martyrs
painted with what is known as a glory round their
head. There was no glory round Bill’s; and yet there
must have been a light that was not unlike one on his
honest, patient face, and shining in his eyes, then.

Jess said afterward that it was as if he were looking
straight at something that she could not see, some-
thing that was beyond her.

“Jess, he said, simply, “it shan’t be too late, my
lass. Me and Black Dick are going to bring Phil in,
right off. So keep up your heart—he’s vourn, and you
are his, and he’s got to be saved!”

She stared wildly, stupidly, at him for a moment.
Then his meaning came to her, and she understood.

Steppine eagerly forward, she clutched at his arm with

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“Bill,” she sobbed, “listen here! I hev wronged you.
I hev thought you meant to do Phil harm, out o’ re-
verge, see, and I—I kept it from you as long as I

could, about his bein’ thar. How was I to help thinkin’

it? You said you’d git level with him, and I never

heard you take it back.”
“Get level with him! Ay, I swore it and I meant it,”
repeated Bill, solemnly.

other way.”

CHAPTER Xx:

WILD BILL'S BRAVEST DEED.

It did not take Hickok long to get to Shenstone’s
ranch. There were few horses to beat Black Dick, once
let him get into his stride, and he stretched himself
now, and let out as if the fire was at his heels, instead
of right ahead. |

But it was all Bill could do to hold him to his pace
when he smelt the fire to the west, toward which his
rider was urging him at top speed.

As he rode forward, Wild Bill never thought of him-
self as a hero. Clear grit as he was, all through, he
had no room in his honest, simple mind for thoughts of
that sort.

A man lay out there, helpless, alone, unable to save
himself; and he, Bill, had got to save him. There lay
his duty, he thought, and he was bound to put it
through. : a

bor the sake. of clearing old scores, and for Tess’
sake—those were the two thoughts in his mind, as
Black Dick tore along under him for wit hawas worth
: nine ioe and again in mad terror as a puff of

wirid came down to him, charged with the fiery breath

of death, and trying more than once to swing round

on his tracks and bolt, but still forced on and ruled by
the determined will of the man bestriding him.
There lay Shenstone’s ranch, right ahead, and the

horse shortened his strides as he came up to the rail

THE BUPFALY GIL STORIES,

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that bounded the pasture lot—for Bill knew that the

shortest road would mean life or death in the race
back to One-Horse. :
Over !—and there lay the ranch house, not more than

a couple of hundred yards ahead.

Staring across at the fire Bill reckoned his chances, /

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measuring with his practiced eye the distance the blaze™

was off as he brought the panting horse to his haunches#

at the door.

“Phil!” he shouted, holding Black Dick steady by

main force—no easy work, with that red light on the
horizon, and the lurid glare lighting up the sky above
his head. | aoe

A faint and féeble voice answered him, coming back

from somewhere within.

: At that Bill flung himself out. of the saddle, hitched

the bridle to the rail, making it as firm as he knew how,
and dashed indoors.

A gaunt, hollow-eyed shadow, lying in a helpless,

constrained attitude on a rough couch, stared up at him |

wildly from the hearth of the living room beyond.
This was the once jaunty, gay Phil Morrison, as Bill

had known him—this haggard, pale-faced wreck, gaz-

ing at him with eyes that scarcely seemed at first to

recognize the man they saw.

“Bill! Bill Hickok! Say, Bill, it’s never you ?”

Phil was no coward. But to have faced, alone, the”

certainty of a fast-approaching, terrible death ; to have

braced himself up to meet the inevitable doom coming:

upon him—of being, as he lay helpless there, literally §
roasted alive; to have given up all hope, and then to ¥#

hear the sudden voice of a rescuer sounding strongly in

his ears, bringing with it once more the prospect and

the renewed hope of life—all this was enough to test

the grit of any man.

No wonder, then, that the sight of Bill, his old pard,

coming to him in his need, unnerved the helpless in- |

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THE BUFFALO

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have a mind to, shutting out all the rest, and no thought
jof the mean game he had played on Hickok long ago so

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side of him, though. On the rough table, within reach
lof his hand, stood a bird cage empty.

At year or so back, Buck Shenstone had caught a jay
bird and tamed it. The creature had been company for
Phil through many long hours of weariness and pain;
and when, as he took it, all hope for himself was over,

the last thing he had done was to set the bird free, to

: give it at least a chance for life.

Slab-sided and weak he might be, and not the man
to care who went to the wall as long as he could get
things to his own liking—but he wasn’t all bad.

“It's me,’ Bill answered, “and I’ve come to fetch
you. Diop that now!” he added, sternly, as the other
broke down into weak, hysterical tears. “We ain’t got
no time for the fallin on the neck business, I reckon.
‘What's gone o’ your hoss?”

“Shenstone took him over to Creek City,” gasped
Phi, pulling himeelf together.

“And whar’s his.”

“Tn the pasture lot.” 3

“No, he ain't,’ contradicted Bill. (ile's lit over

the rails, you bet, when he first smelt smoke, and thar

‘ain't nothing queer about that. Then Black Dick’s got

to carry double, that’s all,” he added, grimly, “and J
reckon he’s got his work cut out for him. Come on!
Catch hold 0’ me around the neck and lee me) it 4
grip o you. Buck up now, and we'll do it ver.
Hickok was a giant in strength, and Phil, wasted by
his illness, was worn almost to a shadow. That part

was easy enough for Bill, as, catching the helpless man

in trp tort

BILE STORIES | / 27

in a powerful grip, he lifted him by main force and car-
ried him out toward the waiting horse.

Black Dick, his eyes starting from his head with ter-
ror, hung back at the full length ‘of the reins, now
stretched taut as a bow string—shifting from side to

side as he strained them, and snorting, almost scream-

ing, in his fear.

The fire was coming ddwn on them now with awful

swiftness.» The air was black with rolling clouds of

‘smoke, and hot as a furnace with the fiery breath of

death.

Once and again Bill tried his level best to lift his
helpless burden upon the horse, and every time the
brute, mad with terror, heedless of its owner’s shouts,
plunged and backed so wildly that there was no getting
near him. |

But at last he succeeded in getting Phil hoisted to the
crupper, and, swinging himself into the saddle, stooped
and with one powerful wrench got the bridle free.

Then they started on their desperate race for home.

No need to call on Black Dick to do all he knew,
no need to urge him to top speed! Bill knew right
well, as he felt the gallant brute extended beneath
him, that the horse was already going for all he was

- worth, and could not be pushed to do more.

Frontiersman as he was, he had raced a prairie fire
in his time before this, and knew what the chances
were; and for about half the distance he had to cover
he had good hopes. |

Then he turned his head and looked back. The |
wind, hot with flame from the swiftly advancing
furnace in the rear, blew in fiery blasts against hig ~

brow, and told him its own tale.

Black Dick beneath him showed signs of distress.”
The horse was doing all he knew, despite the odds
against him, but he was bearing heavily on the bit at

every stride.

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Shoulder to shoulder, the watchers at One-Horse

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battle if the need should come. Only a low, eager
question or comment broke the stillness from moment
to moment. | ;
Suddenly, far out on the dry expanse of plain, close
up, it looked from there, against the line of fire, some-
thing showed, a small moving speck, coming along in
a line with the camp: |
“My word, it’s a hoss!” cried one, and at ae. they
all stared the harder, wondering. :
“Tt’s Wild Bill’s Black Dick, you kin bet your life!”
declared another stalwart cowboy, gazing with bleared
and smoke-dimmed eyes in the direction of the gallop-
ing horse. ‘‘See, Bill is carryin’ a man on the crupper
of his saddle.’’
- Would he do it in time? Breathlessly, and with anx-
ious eyes, they stood watching, as the reeling, straining
horse, stretched to his utmost, covered the last few
hundred yards and brought his rider with long strides
to the bank.
Close behind, like fiery serpents eager for their prey,
darted tongues of living flame, catching at the stalks
of grass now dry as tinder, and rurining with lightning
speed along the ground, while the advancing furnace
beyond made the air hot as the breath of doom.
A rousing cheer went up as the man and horse took
to the water, but that was all the heed the men gave;

for the fire was close.on them now and called for all
their attention.

Only one of the boys, named Pete Perry, as he saw

them take to the river, plunged in breast deep, and

caught at the bridle when the horse came within reach
of him.

ment he felt his feet he gree against the current,
swerving toward the man’ who was standing up to the
armpits in the water. Pete could see that every hair
of the poor brute’s mane was scorched and gone. ~
Wild Bill’s head. was falling forward on his chest,
and he was swooning from the pain of many burns and
the fumes of the smoke, but he still clutched Phil’s un-
conscious form tightly and held it in the saddle. |
The man who rushed into the stream dragged Black
Dick up on the opposite bank and caught Wild Bill as
he reeled and fell from his saddle with his precious
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No sooner had his master fallen, than the gallant @

horse staggered and slipped back into the river—dead!

Even his strong frame was not able to endure the ter- {

rible trial to which heshad been put. |
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Next day the news of the affair was brought by one!
of the cowboys to the Torrences’ ranch, and Buffalo
Bill and Nick Wharton lost no time in galloping to]
One-Horse across the blackeried and _ still ee
prairie. |
- They found their old pard lying on a couch in the
Morrisons’ house. He was badly burned and very |

-weak, as was also the man whom he had rescued so-
heroically; but Jess was nursing them both, her eyes _

filled with happy tears, and Cody could see vs the
men were in no danger.

“Bill will be all right again in a few days, 1 reckon,”
she said. “My husband’s broken leg will likely keep

him in bed a few weeks longer, but his life is safe, ft
thanks ter Bill—-who’s the bravest man that ever

stepped, | teckor.”

“Amen to that!’ said the border king, stepping to
the side of the bed and taking his old pard’s hand in
a warm clasp. “Wild Bill has the courage of a lion
and a heart of a woman.
that for any man.”

You can't say more than

THE END.

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In company with Wild Bill and Nick Wharton he
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and the thrilling adventures which the three scouts had
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