A WEEKLY PUBLICATION Issued Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 fcr year. Entered as Second Class Matter at New DNo, 173. © veceeed Just at that moment the heavens burst in a wild flash of fire. A roar as loud as the thunder arose from the stampeding cattle. Buffalo Bill and his companions spurred on in their ride for life. DEVOTED A WEEKLY PUBLI CATI ON TO BORDER HISTORY Issued Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 238 Wellzam St., WV Entered according to Act of Congress tn the year 1904, tn the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C. No. 173. UFFALO BILL'S NEW YORK, September 3, 1904. Price Five Cents, RIDE FOR LIFE OR, Fighting the Border Cattle Thieves. By the author of “BUFFALO BILL.” CHAPTER I. DIANA RAISES OBJECTIONS. It was a hot afternoon in the border town of El - Paso when two frontiersmen might have been seen sit- ‘ting on the piazza of a hotel SIPPING drinks and ' smoking. They were both unlike the ordinate type of men to be seen on the Mexican border and attracted no little -attention, apart from their own individuality by the fact that the two were as unlike one @, another as black -and white. oe One was a stalwart giant, apparently in the prime of life. | plains, but although many of the strollers on the plaza He was bronzed by the sun and open air of the of El Paso thought there was something familiar about this man, Buffalo Bill was known only by repute at that time so far south as the border line. However, in the past few days it had been noised around that Buffalo Bill and some companions had ac- tually penetrated the region of the Cimarrons in the face of the fierce Indian tribes up there, and had not only brought back gold, but also rescued from the In- dians a beautiful young woman who had been regarded as their priestess. The true and entire facts of the affair, however, were not known in E] Paso, but that there was a good story at the back of the rumors, those who read No. 172 of the Buffalo Bill Stories are in a position to assert. The other person who sat on the hotel piazza with Buffalo Bill, for the tall man was no other than the We oo THE BUEFALO great border scout, Col. William F. Cody, was an ex- traordinary if no less picturesque personage. The latter wore a suit of buckskin clothes that must have come out of the ark. One of his ears was miss- ing, as one might easily have noticed when the tail of some furry animal which formed a cap fell away from the side of the man’s head. / It is unnecessary to say more. The reader will im- mediately recognize in this picture our old friend, Nick Wharton, the eccentric trapper; who had been a com- panion to Buffalo Bill in many a tight corner, many a pleasant trip and many an unpleasant one. The two had just returned from the Cimarrons and had been taking it easy for a few days, after parting with the others who had accompanied them on their adventurous errand into Yucatan. “Where’s Wild Billiam, anyway?’ Nick Wharton suddenly demanded. “I hain’t seen nor heerd tell o the boy f’r over a moon an’ a half. I reck’n he must ha’ tumbled inter a love affair ter keep him away from the firin’ line so long.” Buffalo Bill smiled. “No fear of that, Nick,” said he, lazily crossing his regs and blowing smoke rings into ‘the air. “Love affair, or no love affair, Wild Bill Hickok is always on the gui vive for a fight, and if I ath not mistaken he’s mixed up in one now that may drag us into it in a few days—a few hours, perhaps.” “You don’t say!” said Nick. “Waal, speakin’ f’r myself, it won’t take much draggin’ ter get me outer this yer hole. Diana don’t agree with this yer hencoop -o’ atown. [hed five scraps wi’ the durned waiters wi’ the b’iled shirts already, an’ I hed ter pay out near half o’ that gold dust we got in the Cimarrons payin’ the management o’ this roost f’r the,horses thet my ole mar’ Diana hez killed in them stables. “Ye see, they won’t let Diana wander about the durned flower gardens like what she’s used ter doin’ out in the chaparral. Gol durn it, ye should ha’ seen her yesterday !’’ And the old trapper indulged in a merry chuckle be- fore he told the cause of his mirth. - “T wuz settin’ right here in the moonlight last night E £. e Rect, STORIES. when all o’ a sudden I hears a squeal and no endo’ a galumfin’ over thar in the stables. ‘Lord,’ ses I ‘thet’s Diana killin’ another o’ them swell horses f'r spite, cos they locked her up in a box! “Thar wuz lots 0’ ladies and gents in Diiled shirts settin’ out heer at the time, when suddenly ole Diana comes a-tearin’ aroun’ ter the front hyar an’ starts in ter lick up all ther flower beds. What she couldn't eat The waiters in the b’iled shirts an’ the whole durned crew 0’ she trampled an’ smashed down wi’ her heels. housemaids an’ sich like comes tearin’ out an’ tries to coax Diana to leave off an’ have some hay by way 0’ salad, but that wuz jest what riled Diana. “She looks up at the management o’ ther El Pasado Hotel as much as ter say, ‘Ef yer hay’s ez cheap es yet flowers, flowers’ll do fer mine. Gol durn ye, me an’ Nick sleeps on this kin’ 0’ flower bed out in the purary ev'ry durned night,’ ses Diana. “T wuz settin’ hyar laughin’ fit ter bust while them swell ladies wuz scowlin’ at me an’ sayin’ things about ‘Ojus crecher’ an’ sech like. “Finally the hull management gits scared o’ Diana an’ comes up ter me beggin’ fer mercy. ““Mistah, Wharton, sir, ses they, ‘will ye be so durned obligin’ ez ter call yer dog off?’ “ “Three thousand dollars,’ “Good,” over to me a thousand dollars.”’ was the reply. said Rodriguez. “You will please hand “You ask too much,” said Luzimo, with a laugh. “Unless you immediately turn over the gold, I will raise it to fifteen hundred,” was the equally calm re- tort. “Why this importunity >” asked Luzimo, with a sud- den gleam of anger in his face. “You cannot play with me, Sefior Rodriguez.” BIE STORTES, 17 “Nor you with me, Sefior Luzimo. I hold the win- ning hand.” “How so?” “Tf I am any judge of the Silvera cattle, I should think that not only did you receive at least the sum you have mentioned, but an appreciative request for a further lot of the same brand. Is it not so?” > “You guess well, sefior,”’ replied Luzimo, ‘‘but what good is that to us now that you have not the advantage of the English rancher’s confidence 2” “What good? my brains have been wool-gathering. Sefior Luzimo seems to think that I foresaw the request for more of the Silvera stock, which is the best in the country. I have already prepared for all that, and am ready to unfold my plan when you turn over that money and renew your promise of the hand of Rosario.” For answer Luzimo arose to his feet and took a bag of leather from a small pack which stood in a corger of his tent. He flung the bag to Rodriguez, into whose hands it fell with a suggestive, chinking sound. “And Rosario,” said Rodriguez, with the lust of love and gold in his eyes. “She’s yours,” replied the brutal-hearted brother: “she’s yours as soon as this raid is carried off success- fully. .Tell me your plan.” Rodriguez hesitated a moment as if he felt a linger- ing distrust of the cattle thief, but seemingly came to the conclusion that to doubt him further, to his face, would not help matters any. He unfolded his scheme for the raiding of the Silvera Ranch a second time. “Last time [ tricked them back there on the plains I did it in a very daring fashion. I told them of the intended raid myself, and put them on their guard on every detail of the proposed attack except for the one small point on which I misled them—the exact night when the raid was to come off.” “It was-a clever ruse,” said Luzimo, nodding his head and while he rolled and lighted a Mexican cigar-: ette. “This time, of course, we would not dare to raid the wy: 18 THE BOPEALO Silvera Ranch.so soon after the first. daring coup. Does not that seem clear enough to you?’ “It does,” said Luzimo. “I must admit that it would be almost foolhardiness to attack the same ranch two or three days after the first raid.” “Exactly,” chuckled Rodriguez: “That is just what they are thinking down on the plains. In fact, the ranchers for miles are preparing themselves in the ex- At the Silvera Ranch such a daring repetition is not dreamed of, and that pectation of their being next. is just why we are going to do it.” Luzimo jumped to his feet and shook hands with the cunning Rodriguez. “Splendid!” he cried. “You will forgive me, Rod- riguez, for my previous behavior. I now see that even if you have lost an advantage to the gang, the gang cannot suffer by the presence of such a strategic genius. When do you propose I carry out this scheme?” “Why not I am positive that coming on the top of 3 “The sooner the better,’ was the reply. to-night ? last night’s raid they are looking for no trouble to- There are a good three hundred cattle out on We will let the yaqueros round them up to save us the trouble of doing night. the plain at the present moment. so, and then just as the herd is together you can make the dash. A few shots and then—drive like the wind for the border !”’ “Good!’’ cried Luzimo, his face afire with the excite- ment of his imagination. ‘“‘Good! It cannot fail, Rodriguez.” “But remember,’ added the scoundrel of an over- . Seer; “remember that it you fail me, I will kill you!” “Two can play at that,” laughed the handsome Span- iard, “but why need two friends talk of killing?” “And the girl is mine?” , “The moment this raid is carried off successfully, Rosario will be yours.” Had the tent door been open the two plotters would have seen the face of Rosario close to the canvas, burn- ing with a determination that if her honor depended upon the success of the raid, the latter would be a dis- mal failure. DELL STORIES. I CHAPTER: VII. BUFFALO BILL'S CHECKMATE. Buffalo Bill, Maj. Sanderson and Nick Wharton were seated on the piazza of the Mexican ranch house Wild Bill was not there, but the three men were watching a horseman on the afternoon of the same day. who was galloping toward them, but taking pains not to show whence he had come or what was his exact route. . The rider, whoever he was, kept dodging in and out of the small timber byttes that were numerous in the well- watered section of the ranch-around the house. All at once Maj. Sanderson, who had been watching the horseman through a pair of fieldglasses, laid them down and said: “Ah! it is a peon servant of my neighbor—I mean my nearest neighbor, who lives fifteen miles away. He must have sent me some message, and I should not be at all surprised if it concerns the cattle thieves.”’ Presently the peon rode up to the house. He did not stop in front of the piazza where our friends were sitting, but rode around to the yard, or compound, to the rear, without so much as honoring our friends with a salute. Presently, however, another servant came through from the rear of the ranch house and held out a letter to Maj. Sanderson, who opened it and read as follows: “DEAR SANDERSON: I want you to be on the qui vive. I have it on good authority that Luzimo and his gang are planning another raid for to-night. | learn from the same reliable source, which I have sworn not to divulge, that the place is likely to be my ranch here. After what happened to you last night I am sure that you and the redoubtable Northern friends, who are staying with you, will be glad of this chance for a scrap with those thieving Greasers. Boot and saddle, and get here before dusk. **Y ours, etc., J. Dixon.” “Huh!” said Sanderson. “We are getting daring, eh?” As he spoke he passed the letter to Buffalo Bill, who read it with a keen look on his handsome face. “You are well acquainted with this Mr. Dixon?” he asked, when he had finished reading. ~ ins on in W th to “Oh, yes,’ said Sanderson. “He also is a Britisher, and birds of a feather, you know.” d “T see,” said Buffalo Bill, in a tone that meant that he saw something. “Who is this man who brought the message me “A very decent fellow, I believe,” replied Sanderson, fixing a monocle in his eye and surveying Buffalo Bill in surprise. : “You believe?” echoed Buffalo Bill. ‘If you will pardon my saying so, it was believing too much in what your supposed friend, Mr. Dixon, calls ‘those thieving Greasers’ that.is responsible for the loss sus- tained last night.” : fe “My supposed friend, Mr. Dixon!’ shouted Sander- son.. ‘Why, sir, what the devil do you mean?” “Hush, not so loud. This supposed faithful servant, who brought the letter, is undoubtedly listening with all his ears.” ‘Supposed faithful “ began: Sanderson, 7 Ex- cuse me, sir,” he added, helplessly. “Will you please explain? Certainly the conditions of warfare in this country are peculiar,”’ A chuckle from Nick Wharton was the only com- The old trapper had been sitting smoking his pipe in silence, but ment on the latter remark anent warfare. with a sharp eye turned askew upon Buffalo Bill, as if he were paying keen attention to what the scout was saying, As Nick Wharton became aware that the major was glaring at him, he tried to turn the drift of things back to the letter in the hands of the border king. “Go ahead, Buff’ler, you’re on the right trail.” Now, Buffalo Bill was certain of what he was say- ing, and thinking about that letter himself, but he had only hesitated for fear of wounding the major’s feel- ings with regard to his friend, Mr. Dixon. Nick Wharton’s opinion, however, so coincided with his that he decided there and then to try and explain things to the fiery Britisher. “Maj. Sanderson,” said Cody, “1 have not the slightest doubt in my mind that your friend, Dixon, is all you say he is, and probably more of a fine fellow than you have troubled to describe him. At the same Tit BUPPALO- BILE STORES, time, is it not possible that just at this moment the strong friendship, which you say exists between you, may have been used as a decoy, and that this letter wa written by some one among the cattle thieves who is acquainted with Mr. Dixon’s style of writing and dic- tion—some one who is acquainted with both of you?” “Nonsense!” said the major, a little testily. “I rec- ognize the handwriting. I could not be deceived in such a small particular. Besides that, this peon is his trusted servant, and I have no doubt that he obtained — the letter directly from the hands of Dixon himself.” “You would have only the man’s word for it. ““However,’ added Buffalo Bill, whose detective in- stinct was as strong as ever it had been, “we will let ‘that go as one of the small particulars, about which you make a serious mistake, major. It is the small particu- lars that are of the first importance in a matter like this. We are dealing with a clever rascal somewhere, and that rascal is Rodriguez, if I am not mistaken. Do you happen to have any other letters written by Mr. Dixon?” : “T have,’ said Sanderson, “and will show them to you, for I think the sooner you get rid of this crazy idea the better. We can’t fight the cattle thieves until we stop suspecting our friends, and the friends get together.” So saying, the fiery major stamped into the ranch house and presently emerged with several letters in his hand, including the envelopes in which they had been inclosed. The first thing Buffalo Bill noticed as he took them was that the flaps of the Dixon letters had scarcely been broken in the opening of them. “T see your friend, Dixon, is one of the men who seal their letters with a lick-and-a-stick,’’ observed the border detective, with a smile. “T have often spoken to him about that. Peon’s apt to read ’em,” said Sanderson. “He must have taken your advice for once,’ said Cody, holding up the warning letter. “He has sealed this very carefully from corner to corner.” ' The Britisher knitted his brows. What was Buf- falo Bill driving at? < ~ : a a ne SE Tue DOPRAEC “Your friend seems also to have a special taste in note paper,” continued Col. Cody, with a laugh, point- ing to the similarity in ‘the quality and texture and water-marking of the paper used in the Dixon letters. “Tam afraid that Mr. Dixon must have run out of paper when he wrote this last letter, although why he should use a paper which is exactly the same it\appear- ance, with the only difference that it is not the same paper at all, 1s rather remarkable when we come to consider that such an imitation must be as difficult for your friend to get as it is easy for him to get his own favorite kind.” : ' The major turned, and, screwing the monocle tight into his eye, regarded Buffalo Bill with a note of inter- rogation that needed no voicing, “Briefly, Maj. Sanderson,’ said Buffalo Bill, ‘this letter is, as I at first supposed, a clever forgery, for, besides the things which I have pointed out to you, there are several other small points which conclusively prove this, the main otie beitig that, although to the eye at first glance these letters were’ all written by the sdme person, it will be noticed that, besides using an imitation of his ofdinary note paper, your friend, Mr. Dixon, has kept in line with the rest of the missive by using an imitation of his usual handwriting.” Buffalo Bill then pointed out a few of the simple errors that occur in even the clevetest forgeries, par- ticularly the crossing of t’s, the formation of e’s, and the tricks of finish and flourish that are alike in no two cases. : Still, although the major seemed inclined to agree with Buffalo Bill that there was something wrong somewhere, he would not agree that Dixon’s “faith- ful’ servant was in league with the cattle thieves. “Why should you be so. suspicious?’ demanded the major. ‘Does it seem probable that the robbers would descend upon my place again after last night? They would not dare to risk it so soon after.” Buffalo Bill laughed and made a remark which showed his wit was just as keen and his reasoning as clear as that of the cunning Rodriguez. “Tt is just becatise it seems so improbable, Maj. San-. derson, that I am certain the raiders are going to make Hi STORIES. Nahe e iL another attack upon the Silvera Ranch this very night. This letter is nothing more nor less than a decoy, and this servant of Dixon has been bought up, heart and soul, by our friend, Rodriguez, who, if you remember, had taken a long ride before he encountered us this mornitig.”’ =, “And what do you wish me to do?” asked Sanderson. “Detain this man,’’ was the reply. al can’t,” cried Sanderson. “I can’t, and I won't. Whether this man had tricked Dixon or not, I have no right to detain him. It is the etiquette of the British Artny, of which he also is an officer. I will, of course, report this affair to Dixon, but I cannot detain his servant. There might be some mistake.” “Well,” said Buffalo Bill, “Hickok is really at the head of this expedition, and I have no right to insist. Perhaps you will allow me to give this man a decoy message, which you might write, addressing it to Dixon and saying you will be at his ranch before dusk, or shortly after.” 99 “But—but—suppose you are wrong and “Rubbish!” said Buffalo Bill. angrily. “Maj. Sah- derson you must learn to give way to supetior experi- ence of frontier life just.as I would bow to your decision in the matter of‘military strategy. I speak to you as a military man.” The major, remembering Cody’s military rank, im- “mediately came to order, and a few minutes later the peon was given a letter addressed to Dixon, saying that all would be in readiness to give the cattle thieves a warm reception, should they attack the latter’s ranch that night. The Mexican menial took it and rode off in the di- rection whence he had conte. “But as soon as he gets behind a convenient timber butte,” said Buffalo Bill, “he will head directly for Hello, who is this? Wild Bill, if I am not mistaken.” The man to whom Buffalo Bill referred was canter- the one that is to conceal the gang later on. ing with indifferent gait toward the ranch house. “Tt is Wild Bill,” said Sanderson. have given up his supicions of a further attack and is “He appears to at present engaged in giving an eye to the ranch, until Cc ct he ch tien es cine rate Sea on te I can get a new overseer. Unfortunately, I am too old physically, if not in spirit, to do anything so violent 9 as cow-punching. Buffalo Bill smiled, for, although he felt sorry for the old hot-headed major, the fact that he was too old for violent pursuits insured that he wotild be out of the way when the real trouble began, and, besides that, the thought of Wild Bill settling down to quiet ranching amused the scout, who knew it was a bluff of some kind. As soon as Wild Bill had reined up in front of the ranch, the major proceeded to communicate to him, as overseer, what Buffalo Bill’s suspicions were with regard to the Dixon letter and the supposed treachery of the robbers’ movements. Wild Bill listened with the usual taciturnity, which had been peculiarly marked ever since he had met his friends in the border gulch after his delivery from the hands of the thieves by Rosario. When Sanderson had finished telling his story, not without a degree of sarcasm it his manner of narra- tion, which tended to indicate that he for one did not agree with Col. Cody, Hickok relighted his pipe in silence, and much to the surprise of everyone, and of Maj. Sanderson in particular, he said: “Buffalo Bill is right—dead right. He has hit the nail right on the head, and it is more credit to him, because he sized up the sittiation, while I didn’t tum- ble to it until I had the right information delivered into my hands in black and white.” ‘What do you mean?” cried the major. For answer Wild Bill drew a small, neatly-folded missive from his pocket and handed it to the major — without a word: The Britisher unfolded it and read: “To-night, querido mio, they will again attack the Silvera. They will first try to convince you that an attack is to be made upon the Dixon Ranch, hoping Do not believe this, but lay your plans accordingly. You know who writes—and why. Would I deceive you?” “And—and who wrote this?” stammered the major. to draw off your men. THE BUFFALO one, BILL STORIES. 2 “A woman wrote it,” replied Wild Bill, with a cer- tain sadness in his tone; “I cannot tell you further.” The major stared at Wild Bill as if he thought a. woman in the case was the most mysterious thing that could happen—-as it was really—in those wilds tra- versed by few. “The ways of warfare, demme,” said the Britisher, “are the strangest here I ever heard of.” And Nick Wharton, sitting on the piazza rail at the other end of the house, simply quivered with sup- pfessed latighter. But Col. Cody was regarding his taciturn comrade, Wild Bill, with a certain sadness of expression and wondering what sentiment existed between the iron- hearted frontiersman and the little Rosario. CHAPTER: VItt, Dab beh EG Pet BEG Nas. About an hour before the dusk of that eventful day “Wild Bill emerged from a long conference with his comrades and Maj. Sanderson in the house of the Silvera Ranch, and prepared to mount his horse for ° the last round-up of the steers. Buffalo Bill came with him to the piazza and said to him: “Well, old man, let’s shake over it, I have ati idea that we are in for a hot night in more senses than I see the weather is gathering for a bad thun- derstorm, but that will be the least of it when we come to tackle that gang, not knowing how many traitors are among our own vaqueros. luck.’ " Wild Bill took the proffered hand and wrung it in silence. Good-by and good “I haven't got much heart to-night, Cody. I have a feeling that something is going wrong somewhere— I mean with our plans,” he added, hurriedly. Buffalo Bill, still holding his comrade’s hand, laid the other on Wild Bill’s shoulder. “Hickok,” he said, quietly, “you and I have been pards for many a long year. Come—out with it, You or Ls : THE BUFFALO 6 know it’s safe with me, and we always understood one y another. It isn’t unmanly. You know I’ve been there myself several times.” Wild Bill turned and looked at the dim hills on the border where the dark thunder clouds were passing. “It isn’t that, Cody,” he satdy sadly.” “lit were in love with the gitl it might be better, but the trouble is that I’m not. “T’ll tell you, old pard, what is worrying me. This little woman is one of the best ever. She happens to have a brute of a brother who would sell her to a Greaser for a hundred dollars. I have reason to be- lieve that she has taken a fancy of some sort to me. Although I don’t see why I should worry about it under the circumstances, I feel that it is my duty to take her out of that hole. “But the question is, once having rescued a girl who has show1r ine that she—well, likes me, what am I to do with her? You know what my life has hoe Cody. a strong in me to allow of this girl’s being happy, par- You know that the call of the frontier is too ticularly when the only sentiment I have for her is An one of pity and respect. There’s the trouble, but, by | Heaven! if I get a line on that brother I’ll shoot him dead!” “Then it will be ‘Hobson’s choice’ between you and the girl. Better leave it on the knees of the gods for the present, Hickok,’ added Buffalo Bill. ‘We have our work cut out for to-night, I fancy.” “Yes, I’m.a fool,” said Wild Bill, suddenly straight- ening up. “Remember, then, the moment old Sander- son flashes the light three times you will know that the cattle are rounded up and that the attack will follow almost immediately. You will’ see them from your it, you will immediately ride in anyhow when the lights go.” te. tet il Ih py ee nec laa ert Ahn Penne tet th. A ie i By Mr te Sth tity HMB Sen, AX MOET ITT Ret NN caste een eaters he dk Laie ean cre h Lowrie Sex We COM IE ces rusia ’ \ ; point of vantage, if you find one, but, as I understand © BILL STORIES. “That’s it exactly,” said Buffalo Bill. “Now good- by, and leave the rest to fate, Hickok.” “T will,’ said Hickok, as he swung himself into the saddle and rode off in the direction of the herd. Buffalo Bill watched him go with a queer look in his eyes; then turned and swiftly re-entered the house. Nick Wharton was waiting inside for him, ready to mount his old Diana. The trapper had the light of battle in his eye, and his horny hands lovingly clutched the old gas-pipe rifle. “Gol durn it, Buffler!’’ he said. “They think they’re goin’ ter have a walk-over to-night. He! he! Guess me an Diana’s goin’ ter make ‘em smell Hell on a ghost hoss!’’ Buffalo Bill carefully examined the locks of his pistols and rifle, and then turned to Maj. Sanderson, who was standing by, bare-headed, but with a look in his eyes that denoted that he would like to be in the skirmishing party instead of remaining at home as the director-general of battle. “Ts all ready?” asked Buffalo Bill. “Everything, Col. Cody,” was the reply. ‘You are doing a daring thing, but it is the life of a soldier of fortune.” “It has been mine for twenty years,” was the laugh- ing response, | The three men shook hands, Buffalo Bill remarking to the major that he would look for the lights the mo- ment the cattle were rounded up, so that he would know when to expect the attack in case he and Nick Wharton failed to locate the gang of cattle thieves beforehand. Presently Buffalo Bill and Nick Wharton, at the head of about twelve vaqueros of the Silvera Ranch, rode out in the direction of the Dixon property. Buffalo Bill had arranged this move for a double Treason. First, the cattle thieves, who would probably be spy- — cu THE: BUFFALO ing upon every movement of the Silvera party, would believe that the major was leading his men to the rescue of Dixon from the supposed raid on the latter’s ranch: And, in the second place, it was the border king’s purpose to get a line on the whereabouts of the gang’s hiding place, and -play them at their own ‘game of watching, once they were deceived as to where the party of men had really gone instead of to Dixon’s. As a matter of fact, Buffalo Bill had ‘already fixed in his eye the timber butte in which the gang were con- cealed.. He had watched carefully all the afternoon, and seen no sig of the thieves emerging from the Mexican border at any point of the low foothills. He therefore surmised, and correctly, too, that if they had come out at all they must have done so di- rectly at a spot where a timber butte stood between the vision and the border. They could have crept up —and the thieves really had—directly in the line of that butte and concealed themselves there. It was now Buffalo Bill’s plan to ride in the direc- tion of Dixon’s, to a spot about two miles away, where another timber butte would cover up their supposed trail, | Once he and his men got behind that timber, the scout knew that they could stop behind it, and the gang in the other timber would be none the wiser that they were not still traveling in the direction of Dixon’s. It was a game of six and half a dozen, or diamond cut diamond. The vaqueros whom Buffalo Bill had chosen from the major’s retinue were all men who were believed to be honest to the cause of their employer, but, in order to run no risks of betrayal, Buffalo Bill had not told them what their orders were. He had simply given the order through the major for them to saddle up, and he himself had led them out into the dusk, BILL STORIES.» 23 while Wild Bill, in ‘order to still farther deceive the raiders, had gone out alone to attend to the round-up of the steers. Once Buffalo’ Billand his party reached the timber butte which hid-the Dixon trail from the gang in the other timber, Cody: ordered:a halt, and, leaving the party in charge of Nick Wharton, he himself advanced on foot into the trees. | He had gone hardly ten yards before a hand and arm shot out of the brush and a low voice said: “Another step, Buffalo Bill, and you are a dead man!” Col. Cody laughed softly, which seemed to discon- cert the man in the brush, for he stepped out, and, still pointing his weapon at the scout’s head, waited as if for Buffalo Bill to speak first. “T thought as much,” said the latter, calmly. ‘They were determined to make no mistake, so Rodriguez, who knew of this timber and its strategic possibilities, sent you here to watch that we played no trick.” The man stared at Buffalo Bill in dismay. He — realized suddenly that he had made a mistake in letting Buffalo Bill become aware of his presence, when he could have signaled the gang of what was doing. Buffalo Bill seemed to divine his thoughts, for he. said : “Of course, you understand that if the pistol in your hand should go off—which, under the circumstances, I hardly think it will—you would stand a very poor chance with my men out there-of getting back to your friends alive. Incidentally, you would spoil the fine plan of Rodriguez and Luzimo by provoking a fight too soon, thus ruining the cattle game, which is not due until the cattle are rounded up.” The cattle thief growled in his exasperation at his own lack of foresight in this respect. “You will please put away that pistol, then, and : i i i 4 4 i 4 } i * 24 THE BUFFALO do as I tell you,” were Buffalo Bill’s next daring words. “Figuratively speaking, I have the eon . _ The man realized it and lowered the weapon with a curse. | _ “Will you please tell me,’’ said Cody, with polite sar- casm, “what the agreed signals are?” The man’s eye brightened, for he saw a chance of getting the danger signal to his friends without com- promising himself with Buffalo Bill, who. by the way, did not fail to notice the look and understand it. . “The signal for ‘all clear,’’’ said the cattle thief, “was to be a serape waved up and down. If you stopped here it was to be from right to left.’’ Buffalo Bill smiled, ee “T think you make a mistake,’ he said, coolly. “Anyhow, I should hate to deceive your friends. Sup- pose you give them the signal that we have stopped here. You will wave the serape right and left.” The look of disgust and annoyance on the man’s face convinced Buffalo Bill that the waving right and left meant the very opposite, and that the man had de- ceived him. Now, if the serape was waved that way, the thieves would believe that the field was all clear. A moment later Buffalo Bill and his brainless captor were at the edge of the timber looking toward the gang’s hiding place. Buffalo Bill had now a revolver pointed at the head of the cattle thief. The man had a loose serape in his hand. | “Unless. you tell them by signal that we have ‘stopped,’ ” said Buffalo Bill, humorously, “I shall have to stop you.. Wave the serape in any way other, than from right to left will be fatal to your prospects.” 9 “All right, sefior,” said the man. “I lied, and you are more clever than Rodriguez even.” “Thanks, Now wave!’ The man did so. Immediately a serape was to be seen waving in similar fashion from the distant timber butte. - Sarena eee re a EG Foe arent a eee PAG Awe nape ae Seer an ele Se age ee BILL STORIES. At the same time a growl of thunder arose from the hills on the Mexican border. “T am afraid that vote friends are in for a difficult task to-night,” said Buffalo Bill. “What with the dis- advantage of a surprise awaiting them they will find it hard work to drive cattle with a thunderstorm mak- ing the latter crazy.” | “That is so, sefior.” “That being so, as you say,” said Buffalo Bill, “I think the best thing you can do is to turn honest in your present dilemma and join our side. 1 will guarantee you safety when this is over, and your com- panions are being strung up.” : The Mexican was clearly impressed with Buffalo Bill’s manner, for he said, simply: “T thank you, sefior. I accept.” _ Buffalo Bill then allowed the man to bring up his horse, which had been hidden in the brush, and after- ward conducted him to where Nick Wharton and his men were waiting. Having done this, the scout presently returned to the edge of the timber, where he could watch the move- ments of the gang. The darkness was now falling rapidly, hastened on by the fast gathering thunderstorm, which was send- ing out rumbling warnings, but as yet no lightning. From his point of vantage the border king could see the ranch house and the gang’s hiding place, but a low hillock on the prairie hid the herd and Wild Bill from view. Presently, while Buffalo Bill was surveying the scene of battle, the figure of a man arose from the hillock and started to run as fast as he could toward the timber clump where the cattle thieves were watching. — “Something happened,” muttered Buffalo Bill, “or, perhaps, that is their scout. I wish "the major would light up.” ; The man presently reached midway between the RA Ad THE BUFFALO hillock at the butte, when Col. Cody suddenly saw a number of mounted men steal out from the timber and form up in a body. They apparently knew what mes- sage the man was bringing and were ready. Almost at the same moment the keen eyes of Buffalo Bill discerned in the gloom the flash of a lamp three times repeated at the window of the major’s sitting room. The scout jumped to his feet, and running like a deer to where Nick Wharton was waiting, bounded into the saddle without as much as touching the stir- rups, and issued the order in quick, stern tones. Charge!” The next moment the party was thundering along at “Now, ride! a terrific gallop. As they sped along Buffalo Bill, peer- ing to the westward through the gloom, could see a second large body of horsemen tearing down in the direction of the same hillock to which they were bound. It was a race for the same goal, and the party that reached the herd first would be the winner. Fortunately for Buffalo. Bill and the major’s cause, the majority, if not all of the picked vaqueros, were on the side of honesty, and if any were not they seemed anxious to be on the winning side, and the party flew along without hitch. They were yet on the wrong side of the hillock, be- hind which the speeding cattle thieves had disappeared a moment before, when suddenly a few desultory shots rang out from beyond. Buffalo Bill feared for a moment that the attack had started already and that Wild Bill’s cowboys would be wiped out before a united stand could be made. But when the scout’s party bore over the top of the hillock with a rousing cheer, they discovered that the cattle thieves were yet a hundred yards away, and that Wild Bill had simply fired off a few shots to signal Buffalo Bill, lest in the darkness of the storm the - scout had failed to see either the major’s lights or the advancing cattle thieves. As the scout appeared, a cheer went up from Wild Bill and such of his men as were faithful, while a howl of rage went up from the cattle thieves, .who realized that two had played at the same pane of surprise attack. “Wild Bill and his men had formed up on the danger side of the cattle, which were now left unprotected. But what matter if they did scatter? If they did, it would be better for the major and more difficult for the thieves to round them up, should the latter win. While Hickok and his vaqueros were ‘pouring a leaden hail into the advancing raiders, Buffalo Bill and his‘ stanch party swept around the edge of the panic- stricken steers, and in another moment, just as the heavens opened to a flood of lightning, thunder and rain, the combatants met in a wild crash of explod- ing firearms and colliding horses. ; It was a glorious charge! But the battle was the strangest and probably the most short-lived in border history. The two sides had not fought for more than a minute when there came a terrible roar of thunder, followed by a different kind of sound—one that has quailed the hearts of the bravest before now. The cattle, panic stricken by the noise of the fight and the ae the elements, had broken mass and stampeded. The crazy animals did not, strange to say, run from the cause of the trouble, but, infuriated as they were, charged in a solid, roaring mass right into the middle of the combatants. : At the same moment a voice arose in a wild shriek from one of the vaqueros. © ‘A stampede! Ride for your lives!” The next moment, with the surging mass of -horns and heads charging after them, friend and foe alike BILL STORIES. 25 CI EEN I Si AE a a ne i epee Ia ee = age gig 2 REI ge Res Co a ISDN IEA APD ae 20 STE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. were riding side by side inthe direction of the border, , all animosity forgotten in the instinct of-self-preserva- tion. gh BavisesD aide 5 1a79 ¢ Many of the cattle: thieves; who -had been on the outer circle of the fight, had had time to skirt around the edge of the stampeding herd, but among those — who were caught in the midst of the battle were Buf- falo Bill, Wild Bill, Nick Wharton, Rodriguez, Lu- zimo, and several others, among whom, strangest of. all, was the, cattle chief’s beautiful young sister, Ro- sario. Even while they were riding for life, a flash of light- ning showed her beautiful face turned to Wild Bill with a look of supreme disregard for her own danger, and her voice rang out: i “Ah! sefior—carissimo. mio—you must save your- self—you must not die like this!” At the same moment Luzimo urged his horse to-. ‘ward hers. _ “Curse you for a fool!’ he said. “This is all your 1°? _ doing, you traitress! By a flash of vivid fire he was seen to raise his hand as if to strike the brave girl, _.flash, followed by a sharp report, and the chief of the cattle raiders was seen to reel in his saddle and fall to earth right in front of Rosario’ s horse. rider had not Wild Bill, throwing away the smoking revolver which he had just fired, spurred his horse to _her side and caught her up in his arm, i “Cling on behind!” he shouted. In the slight delay that followed this.daring rescue, Buffalo Bill and his friend, Nick Wharton, reined in, awhile the cattle came thundering up. But Rosario was safe in a moment, and the thrée “started on again, while the cattle thieves had gained a -considerable distance. -- There came another At that moment the -heavens.seemed to burst-in fury. A roar of terror went up from the stampeding cattle, Buffalo Bill and his companions spurred on. It was truly a ride for life, and, in the case of Wild Bill, one that was fraught with terrible disadvantages. CHAPTER Tx. Avy N-O BEB HEROINE. “Where is Wild Bill?’ asked Buffalo Bill, hoarsely, as he and Nick Wharton stood by their panting horses in the safety of the timber butte for which they had headed, knowing that this would break the charge of the steers where nothing else would. Across the plain every flash of lightning showed the . cattle dashing along in twos and threes, for the mo- ment they had struck the timber belt, into which our _ friends had ridden, they had been forced to spread out. As it was, the edge of the butte was strewn with steers, whose brains had been dashed out in the awful contact with the timber. But where was Wild Bill? The last time either Cody or Nick Wharton had seen him he was riding for dear life on a horse that was literally staggering under its double load. The latter stumbled and would have thedwn its fair. Buffalo Bill had repeatedly urged him to transfer his charge to his horse, which was practically fresh, “but Wild Bill had refused to allow the transfer on the ground that the change would entail a ‘delay that would give the panic-stricken steers time to come up on them and then all‘might be lost, instead of two unhappy peo- ple, who were the victims of peculiar circumstances, At last, in despair, Buffalo Bill had seen the horse which Wild Bill was riding, with Rosario clinging on behind, stumble-as if about to fall. oe) “For Heaven's sake, Hickok, don’t-be a fool!’ Cody thn Ah tty a eat Mitte ee ai ath eh els aise eae: Raps pS com. hea 5 add shin sible ancien Melasma a einstein ae ae The BUPEALO had shouted. “I'll risk it, and the timber there will break them.” But even as he had spoken the tired horse had stumbled and fallen, and before Cody or Nick Wharton could even check their flying horses, Wild Bill, Rosario and the unfortunate animal had disappeared under the terrific sea of horns, hoofs and heads. Now that the danger was all over, both Nick Whar- ton and the border king had a chance to realize what had taken place. | Col. Cody leaned against a tree and covered his face with his hands. “And so that’s the end of you, old man!” he mut- tered, hoarsely. ‘““By God, Hickok, if you're dead, I'll tell it to the world how you died—as a man, trying to save a woman who once saved his life!” Nick Wharton stood by in silence, waiting until Buffalo Bill’s dry-eyed agony of spirit had passed away. The old trapper himself did not seem the same man, although even in this terrible moment he fumbled aimlessly with his pipe. The two comrades must have stood there for an hour, lost in deep thought, when suddenly the cold, wet moon stole out from behind a ragged storm cloud. At the sight of it Buffalo Bill suddenly looked up. “Now that there is some light, we might be able to find him and give him a decent burial out here in the prairie,” he said, quietly. In silence the two men walked back over the black- ened, hoof-beaten trail of the stampede. Here and there was dotted a black mass that on in- vestigation proved to be the body of a horse. Gen- erally near it lay the form of a man. Only one of these interested Buffalo Bill, and that was when, turning up a dead face in the moonlight to see if it were Wild Bill Hickok, he discovered in- stead the sinister features of Rodriguez. BILL, STORIES. 27 “You have gone ito settle your account, anyvay.” said Buffalo Bill. “And if ever a skunk desarved it,’”’ said Nick Whar- ton, “that durned buzzard wuz the man!” A. little farther on the frontiersmen came upon the body of Luzimo, who had been shot down by Wild Bill. “It seemed the finger of Providence—that,” said Buffalo Bill, half to himself. “Wharton,” he added, aloud, “it was after that. We must have missed them.” They retraced their steps, and, suddenly, when they had gone about a mile, Buffalo Bill whipped his hat from his head and advanced to where a black mass denoted what had been the body of a horse. From underneath it was to be seen an outstretched hand. It was the hand of a woman. “We have found them,” said Buffalo Bill, reverently. Aided by Nick Wharton, the two managed to drag away the body of the horse, which partially covered what was underneath. No sooner was this doné than a sight met the eyes of the border king—a sight that he has not forgotten to this day. The body of Wild Bill lay outstretched on the ground, and over it lay the body of ‘Rosario. The girl’s arms were spread like a shield over the fron- tiersman’s head. Although every bone in her body must have been broken, her face was not even scratched, because, with the first instinct of a woman, she had buried’ it be- tween her outstretched arms, but a glance at the beautiful face was enough to tell Buffalo Bill that she was dead. ® “Nick Wharton,” said Buffalo Bill, hoarsely, “I have known many times of what a woman will do for the 28 THE BUFFALO: BILE STORIES. man she loved, but this is the most noble thing I have ever seen, or heard of.” Nick Wharton gave a peculiar coughing grunt and nodded. He saw what had happened. Rosario had given her own life to try and save Wild Bill’s. “What a pity she failed in her noble attempt,” said the knight of the plains, “Gol durn it!’ shouted Nick Wharton, Look !” But Buffalo Bill had seen it, too, Wild Bill had given a convulsive sigh, and his eyelids had flickered. “She didn’t fail by a long shot. In a moment the two friends had tenderly lifted the crushed body of the noble Rosario from that of the man whom she had tried to save from the hoof- beats of the cattle. | Then Buffalo Bill applied a flask to the lips of his old comrade. It took a long time to bring it about, but at last Wild Bill opened his eyes and stared up at the moon. * * * * 2k * x In spite of the tragedy of that night, many things had happened that served to somewhat balance the account. Only about four or five, including Rosario, had suf- fered death in the stampede. Among the more deserv- ing ones were Rodriguez and Luzimo. A mixed band of cattle thieves and vaqueros had ridden up to the Silvera Ranch and told the terrible tale of the fight and the subsequent events. The cattle thieves were completely unmanned and swore to lead a decent life and to work for Maj. San- derson, if he would only have them. _ ine major, however, was too much concerned for the fate of Wild Bill, Buffalo Bill and the old trapper, to listen to them just at that moment, although he afterward employed them. Be AR TI ee BO Iie oem nen ha ett Le te aN opti ag Me By heh) arty i BER Ate en AR ML Alig A GHD Olea aS ah ie eagle oe ings Res tar olan dnt we: cel ie Jae I Re ih cele eh cs ee ae oo ~ te aps nf ‘hs Sto - aes Saat sch Alba Sel iinet Age mm ie Linea sa Diet oi sage Ais te pee lade LORY Fa ie te fe a tee eal aay he P| ig Seaton sane ne ee : : ve Nhesiinainet. pail i eo del he ste Laie ances BAC I o He was greatly relieved, therefore, when, at an early hour of the morning, Buffalo Bill and Nick Wharton appeared, half-leading, half-carrying Wild Bill, who, however, was suffering more from the terrific ordeal than from any actual injuries. He was nursed back to health slowly, although he was not able to attend the burial of Rosario, who was interred on the very spot where she performed her noble deed. With the coh of the evil genius and the leader of the cattle thieves, the gang shortly went out of ex- istence, and the men were employed everywhere along the border on Buffalo Bill’s recommendation. Buffalo Bill and his companions went North as soon as Wild. Bill was able to travel. The border king was never quite able to under- stand Wild Bill on the subject of Rosario. Hickok would never speak of it. But shortly after the time when Hickok was assassinated in the Black Hills, some years later, Col. Cody, in looking over his old com- rade’s effects, found'a marked copy of a poem written by a man named Desprez. 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