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- Buffalo Bill’s

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PAWNEE BILL

AND THE GEM.

 

By the author of “BUFFALO BILL.”

 

“ . >  GHAPTER 1 -
A SCENE IN COURT.

The courtroom was filled with a motley crowd. The
chief citizens of the county seat were there, and, min-

_gled with these, were many rough characters and mere |
Among the spectators were a number of
women who seemed to be deeply interested in the pro-

ceedings.

_In the jury box sat twelve men with stolid faces.
These were being addressed in an impressive manner
by the elderly judge before whom had been tried one
of the most interesting cases that ever had been pre-
sented in that county. The lawyers, seated at a long

_ table, listened attentively to the judge’s charge.

: The prisoner, with a euard on each side of him, sat
His dark face showed no sign of
emotion, despite the fact that his fate depended. largely
on the words which the judge was speaking.

The Pe was a tall, dignified Sioux Indian. His

iy,

clothing and manner indicated that he was accustomed
to the conventions of the white man’s civilization.
“Gentlemen of the jury: I have done my duty,” the

judge was saying. “It now remains for you to perform
yours. You have heard the evidence in the case, and
I have told you what the law is regarding the acts at-
tributed to the prisoner. In this case of the People
against John Black, you are required to bring in a ver-
dict in accordance with the evidence and the law. And
remember, when you judge this man and his deeds—
if you believe the evidence which has been submitted
to you—that he is not to be judged by the standards

which guide you in your judgment of an ignorant In-

dian from one of the reservations, or one who has been
denied opportunities to profit by contact with the world.
Bear ia mind that this defendant, John Black, has lived
for many years in the East, where he has enjoyed the
advantages of an excellent education. He, therefore,
is to be regarded as having been bound by the same
 

wished to say.”

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rules of conduct which have been prescribed for white |

men who possess education and alas intelligence.

Gentlemen of the jury, take the case.’

_ All eyes now were turned toward the prisoner, whee

face was as devoid of emotion as before. In his eyes,

however, was an expression of calm defiance.
“Sheriff, take the jury in charge,’ the judge directed.

_ “See that no one communicates in any way with any

of the Jurors before the iy s verdict is reported to :

the court.”

Conducted by the sheriff, the jurors then filed out of
the box. The spectators, casting curious glances at
the prisoner, began to move in the direction of the hall,

where they might walk about and discuss the case while

waiting for the return of the jury.
Black, standing, watched the crowd moodily as. it
passed out. ;
“Sit down, while you're waiting,’ commanded one
of the guards, addressing the prisoner gruffly.

Smiling slightly, Black shrugged his shoulders and

again seated himself by the table.. A’ few moments
later the educated Sioux rose and addressed the judge,
who was about to pass oust a door at the rear of.
his desk.

- “Your honor,” the Indian eled:

The judge halted and eee the speaker, Lae s

him wonderingly.

“Your honor, I suppose court is adjourned until the
jury comes back to tell you it has foun¢ me guilty,”
.the prisoner went on.

The face of the judge colored ae The a
tone was expressive of contempt, if not of ee a

“Vou needn’: answer me,” continued Black. “T

know that court is indeed adjourned, and that, there-
fore, I can speak to you as man to man. You see I
studied law, among other things, while I was in the
_ East, Frequently I would enter a courtroom and listen
to the trial of criminal cases. Perhaps I foresaw that
I might be a prisoner myself, some time.”

_“Sir!? thundered the judge. “You are insulting. I
believe you to be in contempt of court.”

“It is never insulting to speak the truth,’ was Black's
quick reply. “I know that I am not in contempt of
court, though possibly I may have some contempt for
the court. pe that has: cris to do with what I

“Shall I make him a up: » cried one of the Pee
guards. eae

“No, leave him alone,” fenliag the coe aisine his
hand protestingly. “The poor fellow will suffer
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-“T am glad to find you can be reasonable,” Black re-
torted, more insolently than ever. “But, as to the suf-
fering, I want to tell you this: You feel pretty sure

that I shall be convicted—every one, including myself,

 

believes that

“You will have a chance to speak before sentence is

passed upon you, my man,” interrupted the judge, “‘and,
believe me, you are not doing the thing that will make

that sentence as lighter when the time comes for me
to impose it.”

“T pass over the fact that such talk from a judge—
taking it for granted that you will have the opportunity

_ to pass sentence on me when the jury has not yet found _
me guilty—is most unseemly,”
_ “T shall be declared guilty, and you think that I will

the Indian went on.

suffer all the rest of my life. I admit to you now that I
have been a hypocrite—that lately the things I have
done were done for my own personal reasons. They

had nothing to do with my people—a people whom I

love with my whole soul—if I have one. But, before

the jury comes in and before anything else happens— ~
for I shall say nothing more to you or to any one con-
nected with this court if I can help it—I want to ask

you to remember that in me you see the man to whom

_ the brains and opportunity were given to accomplish

the most wonderful things. To me the power was
given to raise my people from the humiliating position

in. which they now are, and to show to them and to.

those who are their self-appointed masters that the

day is coming when the Indian will take his place where
he should, and when the. white man will recognize him
and his strong qualities to an extent now not dreamed

of. I want to tell you that my life was given me for
but one purpose—to uplift the Indians—and that will

be accomplished i in a greater or less degree before this

body of mine is held in bondage. |
anc. tell that to my “people for me,’
The words that the man used were simple enough,
and were quietly spoken, but in the tone of his voice
there was a quality that held. The judge listened in
spite of himself. The guards on either side of him

_ Remember that—

drew slightly away as though they had no right to in- :

terfere with the actions of this wonderful man.
Judge. and guards were in this condition when John

Black—strong and as easy of motion as a panther—

turned, placed one foot on a chair, vaulted forward to

the window sill, and crashed through the glass, land-

ing just outside on the ground, five feet below the level

‘of the courtroom. :
Several seconds oe before the men Grae recov-

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the guards, and rushed to the window. The guards

looked at each other stupidly, then leaped to the window
and dropped to the ground outside. There was no one
in sight. A cloud of dust on the dry road was all
the evidence of humanity that could be seen.

With the angry directions of the. judge ringing in

- their ears, the guards rushed toward the dust cloud.

It was the middle
Most of the store-
keepers had been in the coolest part of their stores,

- People began to run from shops.

while those who were near the doors were asleep. It
was the hour for the siesta—the hour for an escaped

man to make his way unmolested through the town.
And John Black had escaped

 

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PD He FE UeE) AN DwCGR Y..

It did not take long for the town to awake, however.
By the time the men who had been guarding Black, and

on whom the blame for his escape would fall, had de-

cided that the cloud of dust did not hide the person they

sought, every able-bodied male was in pursuit of the ©
escaped prisoner.

Merchants left their stores in charge of clerks, or
locked them up altogether. The escape was a terrible

disgrace for the county seat, and was keenly felt by all.

Every possible place of concealment was searched.
Where could the man have gone? As had been shown

_ by the cloud of dust, he could not have run down the

road without having created such a disturbance that

he would have been easily tracked. He must be some-

where in hiding near the courthouse, and those men
whose weight or-lack of horses prevented their pursuing

Black in every direction, bent their energies toward

searching the houses, stores, and cellars of the town

_ near the place where he had been seen last.

It was during this excitement that the judge, who
felt he should be in readiness to hear the verdict of the

_ jury, was informed that the jury had returned and was
_ ready to render its verdict.

He hastened to the courtroom, and presently faced

the twelve men who had decided the question of Black’s
innocence of guilt. -

The jurors were still guarded by the officers who had
taken them out, and they looked Joa well satis-

fied with themselves. -

“Gentlemen of the jury,” said ae judge, “I have re-
ceived word that you have agreed upon your verdict.”
We have,” responded the foreman.

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“Then i direct that the prisoner be brought in to
hear your verdict,” the judge went on.
There was not a sound to be heard in the courtroom.

It was deserted ssave for those whose duty demanded
that they be present. All others Ges out ee for

the escaped man. :

Nothing happened, and the foreman of the jury
showed plainly his impatience. Presently he spoke.

- “T don’t see,” he said, “why we have to wait till the
prisoner comes. It can’t make any difference to us
whether he is here or not.” |

“Tt is essential that the prisoner be présent at the time
the verdict is rendered,’ the judge explained. “In
view of the fact that he is not here, and that it will
be impossible to produce him at the present time, Iam .
compelled to ask you to render a sealed verdict. The
seal of this will not‘be broken until the prisoner is —
recaptured and brought into court. When this is done,
it will be necessary for each of you to be present.
Meantime I must warn you that serious penalties will
be imposed on any one of you who either reveals the
nature of the verdict you have found or who discusses
The clerk will now place
the verdict in an envelope to which he wy affix the
seal of this court.”

When the formalities attending the sealing of the
verdict had been complied wh the jury was dis-
charged. —

It was after nightfall when the judge, irritated and
thoroughly out of temper, set out for his home. As
he entered this, he was met by his wife, whose face

- wore an expression of anxiety.

The first person to greet him was his wife, and he
scowled severely at her as she approached.

“Henry,” she said, “I want to tell you

The judge raised his hand imperatively. |

“T don’t want to hear a word, Helen,” he said. “I’ve
had all I can attend to to-day, and am feeling worn
out.’

“But I wanted to ee if I had done ent
tinued the woman, “J-——

“T tell you that I don’t want to hear. ae at all, <
snapped the judge. “I am going into the library. I
want to be alone.” nce

And into the library he went.

In front of the main hotel of the town the men who
had searched so long in vain for the escaped prisoner

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_were gathering to discuss the possibilities of the case.

*T tell you;
ground.
north.

said one, “the man disappeared into the
I for one know that he couldn't have gone’

 
 

“And I know that he couldn’t have gone south,” said
a second citizen, “for Pete and I looked all over that
country and couldn't find hide nor hair of him.”

Others were equally certain that Black could not have
gone to east or west. In fact, all the surrounding coun-
try had been covered, and not even a footprint had been
found that could have been made by the escaped man.

The proper steps were taken to have an organized
search made, and the sheriff was on his mettle.

“The man will be found inside of a week, or I'll re-
Bh ” was his ultimatum. :

While this conversation was taking place, the wie
of the judge was seated in the kitchen of her home,
shaking her head anxiously. She was an old woman,
aged by hard work and constant eo over the
- judge and his ae
“OF course,” she muttered to herself, “Henry always
tells me not to bother him about matters here in the
_house, but I don’t know that I did right to engage that
“woman to help me without telling him. She, being
an Indian, might have had something to do with the
escape of that man Black. I'll wait till the judge is
in a better humor and then tell him all about it.”

- There entered the kitchen a tall, bent woman clad in
an ill-fitting gown, which caught at the waist with a
-rope. Her hair was mussed, and the high cheek bones
of her face showed plainly that she was of Indian
parentage.

“Anything else?’ she asked, in almost a whisper.

“No,” replied the judge’s wife, “you had better go
upstairs to the room I showed you and. take a rest.
From what you told me you have had a long journey
and must be pretty well tired out.”

“No sleep three day,” was the reply, as the Indian
woman shuffled across the floor and up the creaky
stairs.

Several hours later, the low window was ae ant

the Indian woman dropped to the ground below. With
one look about her she darted off through the darkness,

and in half an hour was well in the woods beyond the ©
Here she'smiled sardonically, as she removed

town.
the gown and disclosed a suit of man’s clothing be-
neath. .

“Tf I had read of this in a book I wouldn’t have kept
on with the story much longer,” muttered the erstwhile
squaw. “The thing is absolutely too improbable for
_ belief. With all that hue and ery after me, it doesn’t
seem possible that any sane person really would have
‘taken me for a woman, even in that disguise.”

Then John Black, the escaped prisoner, who hag
found the gown on a lawn just outside the courthouse

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window, and who had wrapped it about him and gone

directly to the house of the judge, began to plan his fu-
ture life.

 

CHAPTER III.
A STRANGER FROM THE EAST,

It was about eleven o'clock of the night of the escape
of Black that the sheriff was seated in the saloon of
Mike Potts. Opposite to him at the table sat a well-
dressed man with blond hair and blue eyes. His cloth-
ing, though somewhat worn, was of a good cut and

proclaimed him pretty much of a tenderfoot. He

seetned to have plenty of money, however, and he in-
dulged pretty freely in liquid refreshment. Every now

and then he would glance at the sheriff, who was seek-~

ing to drown his anxiety in whisky.

They had been seated thus for ear half an bear
before the stranger spoke.

“J just rode in to-night,” he said, “and I don’t know
anybody in town. Won't you join me ina drink and
tell me what’s the news here?”

The sheriff glowered at him before replying. When —

he did speak it was in no pleasant voice.

“The only news there is kind of hurts me to talk
about,” he said.

“Then don’t do it,” said the steanare with a smile.
‘When things are unpleasant, it is best not to talk
But you'll join me in a drink just the
same, won't you?”

“Don t care wel da, erurbled the sheriff,
elon the Papin was eee |

‘Well, I suppose you'll hear about it,”
sheriff. ‘Funny you haven't already, ’?

“7 tell you I just got in.”
“Do you know who I am?”

“Haven't the faintest idea, and don’ t care,’

“Well, I am the sheriff of this county.”

“I haven’t done anything that makes me afraid of
you,” said the other, calling for more refreshments,

“T didn’t suppose that you had, but I had to tell you

said the

that to show you why the latest news isn’t La
‘for me to talk about.”

“Then, as I said before, don’t talk abecr wo
haven’t got a very big bank roll, but I am spending
it out here having a good time.
good time, and I don’t believe i in doing oF saying any:
thing that makes a fellow feel grumpy.”

“PIL get this’ off my chest,” muttered the sheriff.
“You see, I had a prisoner, who was just going to be

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convicted. He jumped through the window and got
away, and we haven't found him. That's pleasant news
for a sheriff to be handing out, isn’t it?”

“T don’t see that it hurts you any. He may be some
guy that will help you some time. He probably didn’t

Shp through your fingers.”

“You're right there, but it labia bad for me just
the same to have a couple of my men let a prisoner get
away like that. I am glad of one thing, though.”

“That’s good,” exclaimed the Easterner. “‘Tell me
something of your joys as well as of your sorrows.”

“You see, the fellow owned a valuable diamond, and,
though he has got away, he hasn’t got that.”

“Hell probably get back after it,” suggested the

Easterner. “I hope you've got it in a safe place.”

“Well, it's out of my charge, anyway. You see the
judge takes care of valuable exhibits in a case, and I
guess the diamond is in the judge's house now. Any-
way, if it isn’t, it is his lookout, not mine, and it makes
me feel pretty good to think that the Indian i is without

any money or anything of value.”

“Indian!” exclaimed the Easterner.

“Ves, he was a full-blooded Sioux Indian, who had

set fire to a hotel and had been running around the

country getting money for an Indian school he pro-

posed to build. There were a lot of other things he
has done, and we don’t know just how many men he
has killed, but he’s got away, and what’ s the use talk-
ing about him.”

“Tust as I told you,” said the other. “Let him run.’

“No,” muttered the sheriff between his. pest Oe
am going to get him back inside of a week or get out
of the job.” :

“How are you going to do it?”

“T haven’t made up my mind yet.”

“T’ve heard a lot about a fellow out in this country
that’s got a big reputation in the East, and they say
he can do most anything. I wonder if you happen to
know him.”
“Whois that?’ ,

“The only name I know him by is Bukalo Bill.”

The sheriff clenched his fists and looked up at the
speaker quickly. _ |

\

“Thunderation!’ he cried. “You've given me a good
suggestion.” :

“TY didn’t chow. began the other.
“Why,” continued the sheriff, in great excitement,

“Buffalo Bill was the very man that got this man ar- _
- rested, and he'd be sure to get after him again. He
knows how dangerous the cuss is and how he can do

silence of the proverbial mouse.

    

  

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things that nobody else ever did out here, Why, ives,
Buffalo Bill is the man to get him if anybody can.’
“Then, if all accounts are true,” said the Easterner, —
“you've got a cinch on him. Id let the famous scout _
know about it’at once.”
“He is quite a ways from here,’ said the sheriff,
“but it wouldn’t take him long to get here.”
“Perhaps the prisoner is quite a ways from here by

this time. But let’s talk about more pleasant subjects.”

The sheriff called to his side one of the men standing |
in front of the bar and whispered certain directions
to him. These evidently pertained to notifying Buf-

falo Bill of the escape. Then he turned his full atten-

tion to the man who had made this valuable sugges-
tion.
It was two o'clock in the morning before the sheriff
rose to. leave his companion. He had a vague recol-
lection that they had resumed the subject of John Black

and his escape and the valuable gem which was in the

judge’s house. In fact, the sheriff was dimly conscious
that he had described the house very fully, the loca-
tion of its rooms, and the place where the diamond
would be apt to be kept, but the stranger had been so
eager to enjoy himself, and had bought so many drinks,
that the sheriff was not quite sure what he had said.

Immediately after the sheriff had left the place, the
Easterner rose and mingled for a moment with those
in front of the bar, then he slipped quietly ermagh
the front door and into the darkness.

He made his way directly to the house of the judge,
and stood for a moment close to the west wall.

It was very quiet, though occasionally through an
open window would come the sound of a healthy snore.

_ A tree stood near the building, and, after taking in the

situation, the man climbed to the lower limbs and
swung himself with great dexterity to the sill of the
second-story window whence came the sounds made

_by the sleeper.

Here he rested and listened, but the snores acl con-
tinued. He slipped in and crossed the floor with the |
Down the hall and .
down the stairs he crept till he reached the door of the
library, which he found also open. In a corner of the

room, where he had been told by the sheriff he would

find it, was a small old-fashioned safe, HeDere which the
man knelt,
It took him twenty minutes before i swung the door —
open and began his search of the contents. |
The safe contained very little cash, but the stranger
was not above pocketing it, and his eyes gleamed when,
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found a brilliant white diamond, which had been tucked
a in the farthest corner of the receptacle.
Having placed this in his pocket, he passed softly

from the room and up the stairs through the room of

the snoring judge and to the open window. He hesi-

| tated for a brief second, then he dropped to the ground

below and made his way rapidly to the stable of the
hotel.

The sleepy hostler, made obliging by a generous tip,
saddled his horse for him, and presently the man from

the East was riding in the direction of the next town.

He had not proceeded far before the fair hair and long
mustache were removed and quite a different appear-

ing man made the rest of the journey through the early
morning.

_ In a wood within half a mile of rhe tailway station
of the town he halted his horse and lay down between
two twin trees of unusfial size.

If he had noted the silence of the faa which he had
just left it seemed now to him as he waited that the
stillness fairly spoke. He shuddered a bit and rolled
over. : :

“Ugh! lo he mumbled; “I wouldn’t like to live out
here long.”

Even the small denizens of the forest seemed to have
forgotten to move about, and the quiet of the place
compelled sleep or nervousness. The man’s nature
favored the former, and when a tall; dark man touched

him lightly on the shoulder the Easterner awoke from

a sound sleep.

“Well?” questioned the tall man.

The other rose and peered at his companion’s face.
“IT got it, of course;’ he replied, apparently satis-
hed. i"

“Hand it over quickly. Um not safe here a minute.”

The diamond was produced, and the tall man grabbed

it eagerly, holding it for a moment in the light of a:

match.

“Tes the one, all right,’ he said presently. ‘Did
you get enough money into the bargain to satisfy your”
- “No—only a few little bills.”

“Then you know_where to meet me to get the rest

that I oS you. I suppose oy have got enough

_ tordthe present.” :
: “Oh, yes, John, I’m al sient, but? wouldn’t trust
many men to pay up as I know you will do,” the East-
erner laughed. “But I wish you would haere wise
to why: you were so anxious to get hold of this dia-
mond, and why you wanted me to set the sheriff on to
Buffalo Bill.” ;

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“Tt’s a long story,’ replied John Black, the tall man,
“but Vl say that this diaimond has a power that you
wouldn’t believe in.” - 3 oe
““Some more of your hypnotic stuff?’
-«T don’t call it that, and it isn’t that, but it will do
the things I want it, to do, all right.”
“Tf it was mine I would sell it.” :

“T’d sell my life first,’ returned Black, “and as for
getting you to suggest having the sheriff persuade Buf-
falo Bill to help him, I'll tell you this: I know Buffalo
Bill and “his ways, and I think I have discovered his
Then, again, I want to get even with him
And there are lots of rea-

weak point.
for all he has done to’me.

‘sons, which I don’t want to talk aout why I want

Buffalo Bill to get up against me again.”

“What has he done to you?”

“He was foxy enough to judge a woman’s character
better than I did. I sent this diamond and a note by
him to a young woman named Miss Hunt, thinking that
she would grant the last request of a man about to be,
condemned to long imprisonment, and, perhaps, death,
but Buffalo Bill was wise enough to tell me that he
would deliver the note,and the jewel if Miss Hunt
would take them. He came back with both to me, and
I’ve got the note now, but they took the diamond from
me to hold during my trial. Now I’ve got it and the
note, and I’ll fool them all with that same gem.”

“T wouldn't like to be up against you,’ said the man
from the East. “I am going to beat it home as fast
as 1 can :

“And I am going to stay right out here,’ replied

Black, “till ve done what I want to.”

“You've got nerve.”
“And it was given to me to use.”
“TI am safe enough,’ said the man from the East,

_“for I had a good disguise, and hardly any one saw me

except the sheriff, who was half drunk. I am in time
to catch that early morning train from here, I guess.

Be sure and get the money to me all right,-and, if

you can’t, I will meet you as we arranged. Good- Bye
“Good-by,”’ replied Black. ” . ;

cemeteries

s CHAPTER IV.
SUDDEN NEWS. Deke
, Buffalo Bill, Pawnee Bill, Baron Schnitzenhauser,
old Nomad, Wild Bill Hickok, and Little Cayuse were
lolling in the shade in the woods at the bottom of a deep

ravine many miles from the town where John Be
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Buffalo Bill and Pawnee were a little apart from the
others, and their conversation was concerning the edu-
cated Indian, whom Buffalo Bill had been instrumental
in capturing. 5

“I suppose by this time they have convicted your
friend John Black,” said Pawnee.

“There can be no question about that, I think,”

~ plied Buffalo Bill. ‘The evidence against him was very
clear, ad the Jury seemed to be men of common
sense.’ 7
“Then he is off your hands for a while.”

“T hope. so, but do you know men like that—and’

fortunately there are but a few of them in the world
—sometimes have a way of leaving something behind
them that brings back the memory of them and creates
trouble with which, in reality, they have nothing to do.”
“In other words, necarnis, you are one of the people
who believe that an evil life leaves a certain amount
of the evil in the world, and, therefore, that the world
is so much the worse off because a wicked man has
lived and followed his impulses through life.”
“I believe that thoroughly,” replied the scout, “and
I say that the world would not be progressing as it is,
and getting better continually, were it not for the good
that has been left here by good lives to more than
counterbalance the evil left by others.”
“Then you a poiene that. the wood) is getting bet-
ober o)
--“T certainly do, ae ke ie Tohh Black, I go
ee than I do in a case of most criminals. A man
of his powerful personality, and with his ability to im-
press other minds with his own thoughts, has impressed

so many that the evil thoughts of John Black, living, —

remain here in the minds of those who are still at large
and able to carry out their own wishes and desires.”
“Then you must also believe. in the influence of
‘thought to a great extent©’ >». - aes
“TI do. There is no question in my mind bist fe we
are influenced by those around us more than we have
any idea of.” a | |
The conversation was deppped: at ane point, and Buf-
falo Bill watched with interest Little Cayuse as he be-
gan to gather wood to build the fire for the meal that
was due. !
The baron and ald’ Nomad were ee very much
excited over some discussion that had arisen between
them, and the baron’s vehement gestures were pas
lous 1 in the extreme.

“This was the situation at the camp ofthe hare !

when. there appeared before them, having emerged
- from the forest, a ludicrous sight. i

 

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Vie

A very fat man, with a very short body, was seated ©
on top of an extremely lean horse with abnormally long
legs. He looked the outfit over as he reined in his.
steed, and then there came to his chubby countenance
a smile of rare good humor.

“I am satisfied that you are not a gang of highway-
men,” he laughed, as he dismounted from his horse and
tied him to a tree.

“Weare not quite that,’ pened Buffalo Bill, ising
and approaching the stranger, “and you are welcome.”

“T am glad I am welcome, because I would probably —
ask you for something to eat, aay vay I have just been
through a terrible experience.’

The pards had gathered around the little man by this

time, and, as they remarked his happy appearance, it -

was with difficulty that they refrained from oe at
his statement. |

Your appear to have succeeded in retaining your
composure,’ observed Buffalo Bill.

“Oh, there is no use drawing a long face over things
that you can’t help, especially when your face is short
and fat, but it was terrible just the same.’

_ “How long ago did it Happer ?” asked Pawnee Bill.

“About ten days, I guess.” 1

“Then you have had time to recover your customary
demeanor,” remarked Buffalo Bill gravely.

“But I will never be just the same,
chubby one. __

“If we could do anything to help you we would be
” suggested Buffalo Bill. |

yale pappered too long ago, Tam afraid, and he’s lost
to:'me forever.”

The man’s smile had faded, and now they saw deep
lines of anxiety and worry on his fat face. It was as.
though another person had taken his place before them.

“Perhaps you will tell us about it,” @.id Buffalo Bill.

’ replied the

_ “Who is lost to you forever?”

“My brother,” came the sober reply.

CHAPTER V.
THE STRANGER’S STORY.

“We have been out of communication with the world
—even the Western world—for some days; in. fact,
nearly two weeks,’ said Buffalo Bill, in reply to the
stranger’s statement. “We have heard no news at all,
or we would probably have been informed of the dis-
appearance of some Easterner, for L take it you are
from the East.”’

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-. “Well, that’s just. my luck,’ he ejaculated.

_ things.

and stay forever, as soon as I convince myself that
everything has been done to find my brother.”
“We have some knowledge of this country,” said the

if you cared to tell us about your trouble.”

“Oh, I tell everybody,” said the fat man wearily,
“and I hope sotme time to meet the man they are all
talking about out here—the man they say can do any-
thing.”

Pawnee Bill Jatighed heartily and oes the chubby
man from the East on the back.

“Well, I guess you've found him,” he cried. -

“What do you mean?”

“Who is this fellow that can do anything?” asked
Pawnee Bill.

“Buffalo Bill. Everybody is tillage about him.”

“I thought you meant him,” returned Pawnee, “and
here he is before you.” !

And he pointed to Colonel Cody.

The little man whirled and looked at Buffalo ee
from head to foot.
“Dye
been looking for him everywhere, and now happened

to meet him gest because I stopped here to get some- -

thing to eat.”

You ee not think, * interposed the scout, “that
all the stories you hear of mevare true, and you must
know that I am very apt to fail.”

“Tl take my chances,’ cried the man from the East;
“if you'll just give a little of your time to trying to
find my brother, you will have my eternal gratitude.”

“Tell me how he disappeared, and we will see what
can be done.”

The fat man could not spake fast enough as he began
his story. ®

“You see,” he said, ‘‘my name is George Shephard,
and my brother’s name was Jim. We're from New
York City, and we conceived the brilliant idea of taking
a trip out here and riding around the country seeing
Well, I’ve seen all I want to, and I guess poor
Jim has, too. We landed in a place called Brandons,
and started out riding without knowing where we were

going. We carried all the provisions we could, and

looked like a couple of highway robbers who didn’t
have any place to put the goods they had stolen.”

“How long ago was this?” :

“About three weeks. For a little more than a week
we got along all right, and we thought we were having
the time of our lives; then Jim disappeared.”

Be “Vou will have to go into details about that.”

“It was near a town called Center City.”

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“and we might be able to give you some advice,

rumors about the Indians being out near there were

well founded, after all.” -

“Being real Westerners, as we thought, by thie time,”
continued Shephard, ‘‘we decided to start from town
at midnight and make our way through the woods to
our next resting place. Well, we did it, all right—that
is, we started out, but we hadn't got very far before I
failed to get an answer to a question I asked my
brother, who had been riding behind me in the dark.

When I turned to look for him I found that he had dis- —

appeared. All that night I looked through the woods.

_ In the morning I got a gang from Center City to help

me, but we couldn’t find any trace of him. I’ve got so

I can tell it without showing any feeling, because I ~

have told the story so often, but if you knew what oa
Jim and I were, you’d understand how I feel about it.”

“Did you find traces of any one else?”

“The gang from Center City tried to show me tracks
of what they called Indians, but I think it was because
I had offered a reward for any one who would give me
any information that would lead to my brother’s dis-
covery. At least, I couldn’t see any tracks of Indians.”

“Where had you spent the evening before you started

- from Center City?” asked Buffalo Bill.

“T don’t see what that has to co with it.”
“Please tell me, just the same.’ |
“Well, we'd been in the refreshment palace oe the

place, and I guess we'd been celebrating just a little bit —

too much, or we wouldn’t have planned to leave a com-

fortable bed at the hotel and start out into the wilder- -

ness. Center oy, you know, is the county seat, and

is quite a town.”

“Yes 1 know, replied the scout.
It was at Center City that John Black had been tried.
“Anyway,’ continued Shephard, “Tve ridden all
over the country during the last ten days and have had
all sorts of gangs looking for my brother. No trace of
him has been found.” > aNe
“Have they been to the Indian reservation?”
“Yes, they even tried that, but the Indians were so
friendly and so ignorant on the subject that they

thought sure that Jim’s disappearance couldn’ t . laid

at their dodr.
“Do you remember the men you met in 1 the restaurant

_ before you left Center City?”

“We didn’t talk with many of them, but there was
one Eastern fellow who seemed quite interested i in, us
and our affairs. He seemed to think that because he
was from the East, too, we a to be like three

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“\WWhere was he when you left the place?”
“I think he left before we did.”

“Did he find opt anything about you?”

“All there was to know, I guess, and that wasn’t
much—just that we were two idiots who thought we
were having a good time.” :

“How about money?” .
“What do you mean?”
“Did this other man find out that you had much

money with you?”

“I guess Jim wasn’t very careful Hout not aoe
his roll.”

“How about yourself?”

“Oh, Jim carried the money and did all the paying.
I only had a couple of hundred with me.’

Buffalo Bill smiled at Pawnee Bill, who returned
the knowing look.

“Tt was Jim who disappeared, ” said the scout, “and
it was Jim who carried the money, and there was a man
from the East who probably saw Jim’s roll and who
was interested in you, too. Do you remember what
he looked like?”

“Yes. I thought he was an any lord at first.

~ He had light hair and blue eyes, and a long, blond

mustache.”

“And I presume that he is by this time in the East,’
muttered Buffalo Bill. “How much money did Jim
have on him?” Ra
~“T guess he must’ have had a couple of thousand ©
dollars, anyway. But do you connect the light fellow
with Jim’ S disappearance? I never thought of him.”

aval always connect the person who had. the oppor-
tunity and knowledge that would induce him to commit /

a crime, with the crime itself. At any rate, we can’t

do anything here. I believe that Center oo is the
place for you to begin your search. 2

Again the deep lines came to the man’s face, as he

turned away.

“T don’t see atiy use,” he said. “We've been all over

_ that country, and it’s an old story now. Jim’s gone,

and that’s all there is to it. But I'll try again, if you
think there is any hope.” : /
There came to their ears the sounds of breaking
underbrush, and the next momenta dust-covered horse-
man was before them. He dropped to the ground in

front of Buffalo Bill, and swayed up to the scout.

-. “Sheriff wanted me to tell you.that John Black es-
caped a couple of weeks ago,” the newcomer explained.

_ “He has done his best to find’the Indian and to find
. you, but, uP to the time I heard from oe last, he hadn't

 

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done either. I am mighty glad I’ve got hold of you,
Buffalo Bill, for ’'m all worn out.”

There was little change to Buffalo Bill’s expression,
but his heart beat more rapidly as he heard the Ue
able news.

“My pards and I have been away from things for a
” returned the scout, as though apologizing, |

“and Iam sorry. I wanted to get rid of the thought of
John Black, and I had almost done so, but now there is
only one thing for me to do, and that is to get him
again. , Had the jury brought in its verdict?’ 1

“No. They were out when he got away.”

“Te got to go to Center City myself,” said Buffalo
Bill to Shephard, “‘and, if you care to come with us,
we might be able to help you.” ;

Suddenly he came close to the little man.

“Tt has just occurred to me,’ he said, “that John
Black escaped about the time your Bo disap-
peared.” >

, What—what do you mean?” stammered Shephard

“T don’t mean anything especial except that it’s a_
coincidence,’ replied the scout.

CHAP PER VI.
THESSTART DELAYED) 4) of

Little Cayuse had disappeared from the group some
time before, and now the baron approached Buffalo Bill
with the information that the meal was ready.

“We are at the last of our trip,” said the scout to
the Easterner. “Our provisions are not very plentiful,
but I hope you will join us in what we have.”

“Anything looks good to me,” replied Shephard,
“and you have so relieved my mind that I think I shall
be able to do justice to what is set before me.”

They entered the rough lean-to and sat at the edge
of the flooring, while the baron and old Nomad ar-

_tanged the food.

“What has become of Little Cayuse? a hed the
scout, as he noticed the absence of the Piute. .

“It iss not for it me.to know,” respanded the baron.
“He vas pefor. getting it de meal ven me he tole he
avay gous
. Buffalo Bill seemed strangely quiet for a while, but
Wild Bill Hickok took up the burden of the conversa-
tien and entertained Shephard with some of his char-
acteristic and humorous remarks.,

“You see this country is a good deal like olives—
you ve got to acquire the taste, and when OS once do
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16 THE BUFFALO
ay “T give you my assurance,’ s geplied Shephard, “that
|) I can.be very easy. far away from here, if I can only
take my brother with me.”

: Then, like a small animal of the woods, Little Cayuse _
| glided around the corner of the lean-to and straight to

Buffalo Bill. His lips were open to speak when a shot
rang out at the border of the clearing, and every mefi-
ber of the party started to his feet.

“Into the back of the lean-to for a moment,” ex-
claimed Buffalo Bill, as he grasped Little Cayuse and
listened to his words. oe :

“They everywhere—all around ts.’
"You suspected something and went to scout a bit?”
“Ves. I see many Sioux.”
“And they have surrounded us?’
“Think yes.” a
The other members of the. party had heard this short,
‘sharp conversation, and, while it brought excitement
and interest to the pards, it carried to the heart of Shep-

hard the feeling that now, when he had found some |

one who really might be of assistance to him in his
search for his brother, it was too late—that they would
be separated or killed by the Indians.
_ Buffalo Bill did not hesitate, but turned to the others,
the fire of battle in his eye.

“The shot we heard was meant for me alone,” and he
held up a bleeding finger. “The Indians probably have
discovered that we know of their presence, but there

is one way of beating them if they are not too numer-

e i

ous. Follow me and be quiet about it.”
With quick dexterity the king of the scouts pulled a
couple of boards from the back of the lean-to, and
- through the opening thts made he passed, followed by
his companions. It was only a few paces to the first
large tree of the forest, and, before any one could pre-
vent the manettver, the party was concealed in the
woods.
“Pawnee Bill, Nomad, and Caytite you go to the
south, and the rest of us will go to the north,’ whis-
pered Buffalo Bill. ‘'Go some distance back in the
woods, first, and cover half the circumference of this
little clearing, then close in and get at the Indians from
the rear. When you hear two shots in rapid succession,
open fire on them unless you have to do so before. We
will operate in the same way, and, perhaps, we shall be
able to drive them to the lean-to, which we have just
left. I think they still believe that we are in there,
as they have probably been watching the entrance.”
Silently and quickly they obeyed, one ees the
other at a distatice of about thirty paces.
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he had penetrated the woods to a distance of some: fifty

yards, he turned and began to circle the clearing.

Through the trees he could see the lean-to, and, be-
fore he had gone very far, he beheld the crouching form
of a red man at the edge of the woods, his back toward
the scout and his face turned toward the little building.

Buffalo Bill advanced farther and soon saw a second
fidin in the same position as the first. This one he
passed also, and by the time he had reached the oppo-
site side of the circle, which they were making, he had
seen half a dozen red men all waiting and ae
the lean-to in the clearing.

His companions, with the exception of Suashard:
knew just how to act under these circumstances, and
they arranged themselves in such positions that each of
the dozen red men discovered was covered by the re-
volvers of the white men by the time Buffalo Bill, com-
ing in one ditection, met Pawnee Bill advancing from
the other.

With a nod Pawnee Bill retraced his steps a fey
feet, while Buffalo Bill did likewise.

Then it was that Buffalo Bill gave two ce shots,
and immediately afterward other revolvers were dis-
charged through the woods.

The Indians were seen to turn, startled and com-
pletely surprised by the attack from the rear, which they

had expected would come from in front of them. Each

Indian then acted according to his own instinct.

Apparently the redskins had no prearranged plan
for such an emergency, but, with the cunning of the
race, they realized that, in some mysterious way, the
white men had escaped frorn the lean-to, though how
this could have been possible when they had been watch-
ing what they supposed was the only means of egress
from the hut they did not stop to think.

Buffalo Bill’s scheme of departing through the rear
of the lean-to had completely baffled them.

The Indian in front of Buffalo Bill dashed forward
into the clearing toward the only shelter that he saw,
—the empty lean-to, and at the same time, from all
parts of the wood, ran other red men, headed im the
same direction. :

The shots from the white men followed them, and

two Indians fell headlong to the ground. Ten of them,

however, reached the lean-to in safety, and then’ it was

that they discovered how, Buffalo Bill and his com-
panions had hoodwinked them as to their manner of
oe fromthe hut. "

The scout knew that the rest of the pards were wait-
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THE BUFFALO

and attempt to secure the Indians as prisoners. He
could almost see his pards standing about the clearing

in-the edge of the woods, as he stepped forward into the
open, protected only by a small tree.

“Pa-e-has-ka has Indians safe,” he called, speaking in
the Sioux tongue. ‘Do they give up?”

From the lean-to came a bullet which barked the
tree behind which the scout was standing. ‘Then he
called in English:

.“Pards, attack the hut on the sides where there are
no openings. pec clear of the front and back. Make
your dash now,’

No sooner had this command issued from the scout’s
lips than the pards came -running om all directions
~The two Indians “who had. fallen to

of the lean-to, but Pawnee Bill, passing them, dealt each

a blow, which, while not being fatal, prevented them

from further movement for the time.

Now Buffalo Bill, Wild Bill Hickok, the baron, and
Shephard were close to the hut on the east side, while
Pawnee Bill, old Nomad, and Little Cayuse occupied
similar positions on the west. Fortunately, the sides of
the lean-to were made of heavy logs, and furnished

_ ample protection from the shots of the red men within,

while the back was made of thin boards or slabs.

In the moment following the rush of the white men
there came a voice from the lean-to—an Indian speak-
ing in plain English.

“We hunt Buffalo Bill long time. We fd him now.
Buffalo Bill die.”

The famous scout had been catenin as to whether
to risk the lives of his pards in a battle with the red
men without knowing their intentions, but-instinct told
him, after hearing this announcement from the Indian
inside the lean-to, that it would be useless to attempt to
come to a permanent truce with this crowd. He felt
that the red men were determined to follow him and his
pards, and exterminate them if possible. If he let them
off now it would only be deferring the inevitable. ~

. “At them, pards!” came the scout’s clear éommand,
and the seven men of his party dashed headlong into
the lean-to, through the front and through the opening
he had made at the rear.

_ Guns were now unavailable as the two parties were
so intermingled that no white man dared shoot at an
Indian for fear of wounding one of his friends. pune
Indians were in the same position.

Buffalo Bill immediately grappled wily ihe nearest —
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with his tremendous strength, bore the red man to the
floor of the lean-to. It was a right uppercut to the
point of the chin that did the business, and the scout’s

-victim fell across the body of an Indian, felled in a

similar way by the mighty fist of Pawnee Bill.

The baron had landed a beautiful right swing in the
solar plexus of a husky Sioux, and Little Cayuse had
used his knife to good advantage on another. But

_ there were six Indians still in good working order.

Fist fighting was not their forte, but they were very
skillful with their knives, the blades of which flashed

quick in the bright sunlight.

Wild Bill Hickok was thoroughly enjoying himself.
In his rush he had happened upon two very scrawny
red men, and now he was holding them, a neck in each
hand, through the opening in the back of the lean-to.

“Just kick up your right feet, when you've got
enough,” he cried, “and I'll give you about three sec-
onds to do it.” os 4

The red men’s backs were bent over the slabs of
the rear wall of the lean-to, and their heads Boies
into the open air beyond.

While Wild Bill was thus taking care of two of the
enemies, worthy thoughts were flashing through the
brain of fat little George Shephard.

“Tl make good—lI’ve got to make good,” he mut-
tered, as his bright eyes fell upon a very stout Indian
who was poising his knife above the head of Little
Cayuse.

Crouching as he had seen prize fighters do in
pictures, the man from the East leaped across the floor,
butted the stout Indian in the pit of the stomach with
his round head, and, at the same time, swung his left
hand wildly in the air above him. The clenched fist
There
was a gurgle and the sound of a heavy fall, accom-
panied by the clang of the knife striking some metal
object, and Little Cayuse was out of danger.

The time given by Wild Bill Hickok to his captors ;
had now elapsed, and, still retaining his grasp on their
throats, he jumped through the opening at’the back of
the lean-to and pulled them after him.’ Their breath
was about gone, but Wild Bill accomplished their final ”
discomfiture by cea selly knocking their heads to-
gether. ;

Inside the lean-to there was a tremendous finer
Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill went about their work
quietly, but surely. When they struck, they struck with —
effect. Little Cayuse’s knife was wonderfully skillful

cae injuring without killing. The baron’s tremendous

 
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energy compelled him to cry out occasionally when he

succeeded in putting an opponent out of business. He
would talk to himself, if there was no one who had
seen an especially skillful move on his part.

“Dot a goot von vass—yes?”’
self, eae then his reply woe come equally certain:
“Tt vass.’

During the fight, while two Indians lay helpless out-
side the lean-to and two were being taken care of by

Wild Bill Hickok, and after the other pards had dis-

» posed of several others, who still were able to continue
the red men’s work, Buffalo Bill found time to bind
those of the Indians vale they | succeeded in over-

disposed of the last of the Sioux.

When the battle was over, Buffalo Bill surveyed _

the scene with an ironical smile, then he turned to
George Shephard, who was still gloating over the fact
that he had done his share toward bringing about the
satisfactory result, the evidences of which were all
about him. |

“Now,” said Buffalo Bill, “we will finish our meal
-and then start for Center City.”

“How about these red boys?’ asked Shephard.

“We will drop them on the way to the station,” "was
the teply of the famous scout.

"CHAPTER Vii.
_ LAYING PLANS,

The Indian prisoners were placed side by side on the
ground, while Buffalo Bill and his party finished their
interrupted meal.

up the camp outfit and getting everything ready for a
start, Buffalo Bill took Pawnee Bill aside and together
they walked up and down at the farther part ” the
_ clearing. ;
“This party of Indians has been Caghae for me,
as you know,” said the scout. “TI feel confident that
their search was instigated by something more than a
desire to get me out of the way.” | :
"Vou mean that some one else is behind it! a. oS
Pawnee. ‘

“T feel sure of it, and the fact that Black is at etre
makes my thoughts turn immediately to him.”

“Do you mean to say that he would have the nerve

to tackle you again?”

“He has nerve énough for anything, and perhaps
ye thinks that it does not require so much nerve, after
At least, he knows that I am the

 

he would ask him-

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BILL STORIES.

most powerful witness against him, and that he ave
will be able to carry out his plans as long as live.”

“There is also the fact, necarnis, that this band of
Indians is of the Sioux tribe. They are his own peo-
ple, and they are far from home.”

“T have considered that fact, also. Now you know
Black’s feelings and plans pretty well, Pawnee.”

oes! |

“Then you probably can see the object of the move I
am about to make. I have thought the thing over, and
I believe that we can do more toward capturing him by
trying to follow his thoughts, than by trusting to the
physical evidences of the trail he has left. I want you.
to go with me to the town of Twin Rocks.”

“How about the Center City trail?”

“T have thought of that. Please ask Wild Bill
Hickok to come to me here.”

While Pawnee Bill was absent, Colonel Cody con-
tinued his musings, and when Wild Bill arrived the
plans of the great scout were thoroughly made.

“Pard Hickok, do you mind altering your appearance
a little?” Buffalo Bill asked. ‘

“I don’t mind doing anything you ask me to do,”
laughed Wild Bill. ‘What shall it be?”

“T want you to cut your hair and shave yourself clean
and keep so. MIGECOV ER, I want you to wear my shirt
for a few days.”

“To what do I owe this honor?” asked Hickok won-

- deringly.

“To your ability as an actor.”

“And what is the purpose of this strange action?”

“T want you to impersonate me for a little while,”
replied the scout. :

“What?” cried the man of Laramie. “‘Do you think
that any one in the world could do that?”

“Stop making a joke of this thing,” protested Buf-
“It may place you in very serious danger,
and I don’t like to have you do it tee you oe un-
derstand how great that danger is.’

“Wouldn’t it be an awful thing to be in danger? oe
sighed the Laramie man, with mock seriousness.

“But this is a danger coming froma very clever man
—John Black.”

“Lead me to it.” ae

They walked up and down in silence a few moments.
Then Buffalo Bill again addressed his companion. _

“Black is after me, I am sure, and if you take my
place and catches at the bait, he Sri. ae be
after you.”

“Like eee | I seldom repeat,” ‘Feturned the |

 

 

 

 
    

   

 

_ that he has discovered Buffalo Bill in disguise.
him to think that you are Buffalo Bill, but that Buffalo
Bill is trying to disguise himself, so that no one will
know him.” : ee

Laramie,

 

  
 

Laramie man, “but 1 will vary my custom in this in-
stance and say again, ‘lead me to it.) However, I have
been thinking that, if you want me to impersonate you,
I ought to wear all your clothes and have a wig like
your hair.” |

‘Unless I misjudge Black,” replied Buffalo Bill, “the
very success of my plan lies in the fact that you will not
seem to represent me, and you will look very little like
me, so that it will occur to no one that Buffalo Bill is
present, when you are with them,”

“To no one?” echoed the Laramie man.

“To no one except John Black, if he sees you.”

“Ah! the shirt—I begin to see.”

“There lies the point. I want. tole Black to think
IT want

‘“‘And then the shirt comes in?”

‘Yes. Black, if he sees you, being a very clever
man, will note that you have put on none of Buffalo
Bill’s usual garments, except his shirt. He will figure
that Buffalo Bill thought no one would notice his shirt
and that his own cleverness has haves him to pene-
trate the disguise.” |

“T see the beauty of your point,” said the man of
“You are playing for him alone.”

“Yes. I have great hopes that he never will see
you, as I think I know the neighborhood in which he
will be more apt to be located, and I intend to go there,

‘but should he be at Center City I want him to see you
and believe that you are staying there, so that he will

feel free to do what he wants to away from that place,

_ without fear that Buffalo Bill is on his track, Tt
would be useless to try to disguise you to represent me, |

as he would be sure to penetrate such a disguise, but if

he thinks that I have tried to disguise myself, and am

at Center City, he will more readily fall for the de-
ception.”

“Where am I to make this change 2

‘“There is a barber near the station where you are
going,” replied the scout,
operation.” |

“T take it from what you say,’ returned Hickok,
“that you are not to be with us.

the Indians?” _

“Leave them with the deputy in haa and then you

and the rest of the pards will go on to Center City
by train. Wait there until you hear from me. Of

course, if you have a chance to get hold of Black you -

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will do so, but I have an idea that he will not show
himself to you and that [ will be the first one of us

who will see him.”

By this time the outfit was ready. The Indian pris-
oners were fastened together in such a way that |
Hickok’s party would be able to take care of them
easily, and a start was made, the large crowd going in
the direction of the little town where the station was,
while Buffalo Bill and Pawnee cut through the woods -
in the direction of Twin Rocks.

CHAPTER VIL
A BRAVE GIRL.

“Tt seems strange,” said Pawnee Bill, as they rode
through the woods, “‘to be going back to this place, after —
all that happened there in connection with John Black.’’.

“And I have a feeling,” replied Buffalo Bill, “that
there will be another chapter to the story of the edu-
cated Indian, but this, I hope, will be the last one. He
is one of the cleverest and most dangerous men I ever
met.”’
“T suppose, necarnis, that you have thought over all
the circumstances connected with your last meeting -
with him, so that you can take up the thread just where
it was broken when he was arrested?” |

“id beheve I have.’

“And you are going to see Miss Hunt?”

“Yes. I do not know quite what to’say to her, but
she is an easy woman to deal with, as she is so frank
and honest and comes to the point at once.”’

“Do you think that Black will make another attempt
to get the diamond to her?” :

“T believe he will eventually,” replied the scout, “He
carried his conviction so far that he thought his in-
fluence would stay ee her as long as she was in pos-
session of that gem.” (

“In other words,” returned Poviien Bill, “he believes
that if he can only get the gem in her possession, her
thoughts would constantly be of him and that she would
be unable to put him out of her life forever ?”’

. “Exactly. Hee thinks that, by some wonderful
thought transference, her gvill always will be subj ected
to his, while she possesses the gem. That is his weak
point. He carries his belief too far. There is no ques-
tion but that the man has a wonderful will power and
that he is able to hypnotize his subjects, and also that
he can give his own thoughts to others. But I do not
believe that any man is able to carry that power to-
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another, merely because that other possesses something
on which he has impréssed a thought.”

All through the long afternoon they rode, making
good time when the trail was smooth, and carefully

picking their way when it was rough beneath their feet.

» About dusk they reached the road leading to the town
of Twin Rocks, and it was dark when they rode up
to the hotel kept by Mr. Radborne. There they turned
their horses over to the stableman who attended them.

They were about to enter the place and inquire. for
_ Miss Hunt, when Buffalo Bill heard a familiar voice,
coming from the darkness of the veranda, and he
turned to greet the young woman he sought.

“T knew you instantly,”
falo Bill’s hand a hard shake, “and, of course,’ she
added, as she turned to Pawnee Bill, “after I had rec-
ognized Colonel Cody, I knew oe his companion
would be—especially at this time.”

“What has this time to do with it?’ asked Buffalo
Bill, looking at her curiously. :

“T could not help knowing that you nae a here,
since I was informed of John Black’s escape.”

“But that was two weeks ago.”

“How could you have known of it?’

“Now, Miss Hunt, I should like very much to be
told why you ask that question. Why should you think
that I would not hear at once of Black’s escape?”

The girl laughed a bit uneasily.

“You will think I am very foolish if I tell you,” she
replied.

“Then run the ek a

“For nearly that length of time,” Miss Hunt went

n, ‘I have been on the point of leaving this hotel each
a and returning East; but I haven’t done it.”

‘“‘And the reason?” oe

“John Black has ae G
- “We have mentioned that fact before.’’

“And I knew ‘of it almost as soon as the terrible

ie

- thing happened.”
“And perhaps you thought that I would not be able

to protect you—or do my best to protect you from him

—if you went away?”

“Not that at all,” responded the girl. “TI knew what
Black would do as soon asi he felt that it would be
Sate.” .
“And you stayed here because you knew what he
would do?”

oy es.

“Well?” ee co 3

2

. “I knew—or thought—that he would come here and
try to see me as soon as he was sure where you were.’

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“Fxactly my idea of his probable actions.”
“And I knew that you had not been seen around

these parts, as they say out here, since his escape, and

that you probably did not know of it, or else you were
on his trail. I did not think that the latter was the
case.” .
“Why: pe?
“Because I thought that if you had been in this
neighborhood when he ee you would have cap-

tured him before this time.”
“You flatter me.” a

“And, again, because, if you did not capture him, I
felt sure you would come here and look for him or to
seek information concerning him here. You know the
man as well as I do, and you were the first to tell me
that he fancied himself in love with me, and was shap-
ing all his actions toward making me his wife. I hate
to talk this way, but we pave long since ceased to beat

_ around the bush.’’

“Your mind has moved exactly as mine has,” replied
the scout, ‘‘and I think that the reason he has not been
here is because he was uncertain whether or not he
) But it does seem to me that it
would have been much safer for you, and would have
freed you from a great amount of anxiety, if you had
gone East to your friends, the moment you heard of his

> escape.”

“There is something more than my safety and con-
venience to be considered,” replied Miss Hunt, with
dignity. ‘There is justice. If the man found that I
' had left this place and had gone East, his recapture
would be made more difficult for you. You have done
a great deal for me, Colonel Cody, and I hope that be-

_ cause I am a woman I am not absolutely devoid of a.
_sense of gratitude, nor do I fail to see why a woman

should consult her own comfort rather than assist a
man to bring a criminal to justice.”

2

“Few women would talk that way,’ said the scout,

and Pawnee Bill bowed his head silently in acqui-_

escence. -

“There is little that I can tell you,” the young woman
went on. “John Black has not been here, as far as I

know, and most of the guests have left. There was one-

man who stopped here a day, just after Black’s escape,
who seemed to watch me rather carefully, but he left

without speaking +0) Ie) OF 2 ea trying to be-

come acquainted with me in any: way.’

“Tis interest might have been purely Og ‘What
did he look like?” —

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wearing a long blond’ mustache and ae light hair |

and blue eyes.’
Buffalo Bill did not tell Miss Hunt that he had heard

_ this description before, but her next words reminded

him forcibly of the fact.
“There is other news, however! that might interest

you: A young New York man, who was traveling
‘with his brother, disappeared suddenly and has not been
- found. I was very much excited over the incident, as

I was well acquainted with the brothers.”
The thought of George Shephard hurrying toward

~ Center City with the pards, in the hope of finding some
trace of his lost brother, came to Buffalo Bill in a

new light. And it was strange that, at the same time,
his mind turned eG the eae of thought trans-
ference.

“Tt happens, Miss Hunt,” he said, “that Georue Shep-
hard ran across Us and told us his story. With him
some of my friends have gone to Center City to try
and get some ttace of Black. It is barely possible that
they may be able to help the young man in his search

for his brother.”

“Oh,” cried the girl, “T do hope they will be able to
do something! Jim Shephard was one of the finest
fellows I ever knew, and George is a very good friend
of mine. I almost feel as though I would like to ask
you to regard the search for the lost brother as of
tore importance than attempting to capture John

| Black.”

Buffalo Bill was a great judge of chatacters and ¢ a
readet of faces. Moreover, the tone in which the girl
spoke told him more than her words.

“Perhaps,” he said, “‘the two tasks can be combined,
but I am sure you dread Black more than you fear for
Shephard.” |

“There are some things,” responded Miss Hunt, with
a questioning inflection, “that you and I cannot talk
about, frank as we have been.” |

“I was trying to lead you to make a confession of
that sort,” said the scout, “and I am glad to find that

you are very much like other women, after all.”

Pawnee Bill had moved to the other end of the ve-
randa, where his tall form was silhouetted against the
dark sky. 2

nea murmured the young woman, J suppose we

women are all a good deal alike, but it isn’t fair to
come to the conclusion you evidently have reached at a

time when a onan is imagining a friend to be in the
power of savages.”

Miss Hunt,”

said the scout, a bit hel OL talon

     
 

 

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that’ you are a modest woman, and 1 know that you

are a brave one. This is no time for false modesty or
for covering up your feelings. Is there anything:about
James Shephard that you.can tell me, that you think
I ought to know, were I to start out itn diane) | to
attempt to find him?” |

- Miss Hunt turned her back on the scout and leaned
against the railing of the veranda, as though his words
had affected her deeply, but when she faced him once
more, she was again the courageous young woman he
had known.

“There is nothing about him that I can ‘tell you that
would aid you in your search for him,” she replied. “I
will be frank with you, though, and tell you that James
Shephard had asked me to marry him many months
ago. I was uncertainin ny own mind as to my affec-
tion for oe and 1 came out here partly to think the
thing over.’

“And, if Iam not impertinent, may I ask w hat. t your
answer was to have been?”

“Thad a letter half written to him when I heard Q

 

she faltered, and stopped.

“Of his disappearance?’

“Ves. And I told him that he could come to me.”’

Buffalo Bill, knowing what the feelings of the young
woman must have been as her thoughts dwelt upon the

news she had received, while writing the letter to the

man she loved, bowed gravely.

“Did he call on you often?” he asked gently.

“Very often.” »

“Was he a striking-looking man—one who would be
apt to be recognized the second time he was seen?”

“He was tall and strong and manly,” was the young
wotan’s response.

They cotild hear the Sigiant rumble of an approach-
ing storm, and the tops of the trees of the forest swayed
in the wind, while the cool breath of the night swept

across the broad veranda.

The girl shuddered a little.

“I think I will go in, if you have nothing more to
ask me,” she said to the scout. :
“Let me assure you that most of my time for the
next few days will be devoted to work that will ne in
locating James Shephard,” said Buffalo Bill grimly.

The young woman entered the hotel, without speak-_

ing, and Buffalo Bill crossed to where Pawnee was

standing.

“You have come to a sudden conclusion, necarnis,”
said Pawnee Ball; (1 feel it.’

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at the bottom of the disappearance of James Shephard.
_ And that conclusion is based on my belief in the won-
derful power of feeling possessed by the Indian. He

knew in his heart that Shephard, if he lived, eventually

would succeed in his suit for the hand of Miss Hunt.
The fact that Black was free and in the neighborhood
of Center City at the very time the Shephard brothers
were there convinced the Indian that fate had not so

arranged things for nothing. In his confidence in him-

self, and with the belief that he was a superior sort
of a being, he felt that James Shephard had been sent

to that spot in order that he, Black, might put him out

of the way, for, beyond question, Black knew of Shep-
hard’s attentions to Miss Htint, and in his constant
watch of the young woman’s house he had seen Shep-
hard-call there many times. With John Black where he
belongs, there will be less trouble in the world.”

&

CHAPTER IX,
A FEMALE DETECTIVE.

_Early the next morning Buffalo Bill and Pawnee met
_on the veranda to plan their campaign.

“Well, necarnis,” remarked Pawnee, “what are you

_. going todo? I saw that your conversation with Miss

Hunt was getting rather as: last night, and so I
kept away.”

“T learned enough from her,” responded Buffalo Bill,
“to make me more than eager to find some trace of
Shephard.
the track of Black.”

“So I judged from what you said last night.
your plan to have Bill Hickok impersonate you works
out, won't the Indian be apt to show up here preity
BOON? -

“T think he will, but it may take some time for him >

to convince himself that Hickok is Buffalo Bill. You
know it isn’t as though Black was walking up and down
the streets of Center City. He wouldn’t dare to show
_ lus face there so soon after his trial.”

“It is my opinion,’ returned Pawnee Bill, “that he
has never left the place. You know how often crim-
inals remain in the neighborhood where they would be
feast: expected tober” . |
“Black oe be in disguise, of course?”
“Of course.’

“What sort of a disguise do you suppose he ye

be apt to assume?”
_ One least Itke him,”:

oe

rejoined Bice Bill quickly.
ollow out your own theory a little farther,” re-

     

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sponded the scout. “If a:criminal sometimes stays in
the place where one would be least apt to look for him
—natmely, where one would think that he would be

afraid to appear—why wouldn’t he take the disguise
that one would be least expecting him to appear in—

nately, one a great deal like himself?”
“There is a lot in that,’ agreed Pawnee, “but I can't
think what sort of a disguise that would be.”

“He set up to be a savior of his people, didn’t he?” :

“He certainly did.”
“There might appear another savior in this country.”

“True—and you think that that savior would turn

out to be Black?”

“Such a-thing is possible.
he will be here, or get a message to Miss Hunt just as
soon as he comes. to the conclusion that I am at Cen-
fer Gity.7

“You gave Hickok instructions Toe 10 acie on,

course?”
“Yes.

the sheriff, with just enough secrecy to enable Black
to know of ft if he is near there or if he has friends
who are on the watch for him.”

“He is sure to have some of them.”

“Yes,
wherever he goes. If he can’t make a man do a thing
out of friendship, he has the power to force him. to
do a thing by the power of hypnotism. I have no doubt
that already he has several subjects whom he is able
to send wherever he wants and through whom he can
learn the situation in any part of the we

How about funds?”

“Fe has them. I don’t know, of course, how he ob-
tained money, but I am positive that he will not lack
for means. When he came here and started his little
game he knew that he was treading on dangerous
ground. In spite of the confidence he has in himself.
he is a very careful man, and I have no doubt but that

“he cached some money somewhere in case he should

need it suddenly. Don’t wory about his money affairs
—he is sure to have Lo 7 oo |
“It seems to me,’ Pawnee Bill went on, “that the
first thing to be done would be to have a thorough
search made of the Sioux reservation. He hada won-
derful pull with his people, and they would be sure to

take care of the man after his escape.”

“Of course they would,” returned the scout, “but
you remember that Shephard said that the reserva-

tion had been searched for his brother and that no trace

of the man was found.” a j

 

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“I remember that, but what sort of a search could a
gang make that was picked up by the ae We
ought to do it ourselves.”

“And we will, as a last resort. But I shall be pretty
hopeless of finding Black if we have to do that, as

hiding among his people would be the very last thing

that he would do, in. my opinion.”
“Why pee :
“Because, in the first place, it would be there he

most naturally would be sought. In the second place,

and chiefly, because his hold on his people is based on —

the fact. that he has always been sufficient unto him-
self. Were he to turn to them now and ask them to
help him hide from the white men, they would be sure
to look upon him with less respect, and he is wise
enough to know that. They would ask themselves,
‘Who is this man who asserts that he will take us from
bondage, and then, in bondage himself, comes to us
and asks us to protect him?” —

vl believe you are right.’”

“And I honestly think,” the scout continued, “that

John Black would rather be recaptured and sentenced,
than to lose the place he holds in the hearts of his peo- —

ple. He has talked so much of his powers and of his

- being able to accomplish such great things for the In-

dians, that it has become a mania with him, and he half
believes in himself.
than turn to his tribe for assistance.” 4

At this moment Miss Hunt came fon the hotel and

“You are at your conference ke
them.

“We are so cripid, ” replied the scout, “that we have
to get up very early to get the better of our brighter
enemies.’

“Good repartee, but poor fact,” answered the girl.
‘We were discussing the beauty of the morning,”

laughed Buffalo Bill.

“You were doing nothing of the kind,” was her
prompt reply. “In the first place, the expression of
your face tells me that it was not brought there by any
beautiful thought, and, in the second place, 1 know

that nature and its beauties have become such an old.

story to you that you never talk of them among your-
selves. You just take all for granted, as a man takes

_ for granted the goodness of a woman he cares for.”

“Tt is useless to try to oe you, Miss Hunt,” said

Pawnee Bill.
“Colonel Cody, at least, should know that,” she went
on. “And I don’t see any use of wasting time trying

 

Tyuch=—me; most of all.
_doing that for a time, my mind would be on the sub-

He will go to ay length rather

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i she said to.

BILL STORIES. 17

to keep my mind off the matter that concerns us all so
Ei you. were to succeed in ©

ject all the more intensely when it returned to it, and
who knows but that I might go crazy—then where
would your female ally be?”
“We really were discussing what it was best to do
next,’ said the famous scout gravely.
_'“And what conclusion did you reach?”
“None. You came while [was dilating on some sub-
ject in connection with Black.” ,
“Then I can tell you what conclusion you would have
reached, had I not interrupted you,’ Miss Hunt went
On.) ae 2
“T should be glad to hear it,” replied the scout.
“Had I been in your position,”’' said Miss Hunt, “I
would have arranged it so that Black would think that
I was at some place watching or hunting’ for him. I

would have made the arrangements so that you would

seem 'to be hiding from him yourself, just long enough
for him to show himself and allow you to capture
him.” :
“And why oa you have done that: p

“So that the man would feel secure to dO what he
was waiting to do.” :

“And that thing?” :

oe think that he wants to communicate with or
see me,’ responded Miss Hunt, looking far away at the
trees, blue in the distance.

. “Go on, please.”

“And, it I had been in your oe I would have

come here and waited till he did as you hoped he would

—try to see or communicate with me. And then,’ and
the girl’s eyes blazed her hatred of the Indian, “I~
would seize him and grind out his—no—I would cap-
ture him and see that nothing happened to give him a

chance to get away again.”

“Miss Hunt,’ said Buffalo Bill, after a moment’s
silence, “you would have done, then, exactly as I have |
tried to do—and may the finish be as you have de-
scribed. But, with that in your mind, tell me what con-
clusion I would have reached as to my present actions.”

“You would have decided to wait right here—or near
here—to be ready to get him when he thought that you
were far away, and that ne was safe ee ee from

you.
“That is the conclusion that 4 oe rene but I~

am troubled by one thing.” ae ; oo

“Buffalo Bill troubled!’
woman, with a bright smile.
possible.”

exclaimed the young
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“It is not impossible, and the reason of my trot-
ble may sound very strange to you—but I know the
mati.” :

“Am I to hear it?”

“We have been forgetting Black’s ope mind—his-

power to hypnotize and his power to feel things that
are happening far from him. I believe that he fore-

saw that you would eventually care for James Shep-

hard. I believe that he has foreseen other things,
which he would not admit to be possible. I believe that
this very minute he knows, though he will not admit it
to himself—that his end is near. This foresight he
thinks is some wonderful power given to him and with-
held from other men, but 1 believe that-his ability to
look into the future comes from his remarkable mind—
his instinctive logic and reasoning power.
his mind, works so much more rapidly than those of
other men, that he reaches his conclusions—which he
calls visions of the future—far more quickly, and he is
not conscious of the process of reasoning that he goes
through.”

“T am not stire that I understand you.”

“In the bottom of his heart, no matter how much
he has-deceived himself, he knows he is doing wrong
—that his whole scheme of life is: wrong. ‘hat is the
foundation of his process of reasoning. He also knows,
though this he will not admit, that, as a rule, the right
gets the best of things, especially if the right has any
human being of common sense on its side. Now, I
believe that I have some common sense, whatever else
I may lack. And I believe that I am doing right in
trying to put Black where he belongs. Therefore, I
believe that the right and I will get the best of Black.
His quick mind has gone through that process of rea-
soning, with all its ramifications, and he has come to
the same conclusion that I have-=namely, that I will
capture him and that it will be all up with him.”

“Ah, I see! If it can only be!” © :

“But the power of his mind to which I referred, and
which we have left out of corisideration, is this: He
will try to put himself in my place. Whether he does
this deliberately or not—-whether he reasons the thing
out or not—I think he will be able to follow my reason-
ing pretty accurately. The final conclusion that he will
reach will be that he will find me here ready for him
when he cotnes, and for that redson we must expect him
in some unusual way. He-would say to hitnself that
he has a vision—a wonderful thing—of my being here,
but I would say that his mind had reasoned the whole
thing out by following my train of thought and by

® “I think I understand,” responded the girl.

I think that —

all come outside and see for yourselves.

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knowing just how I would act under the circumstances.
The result is the sate, either way you look at it.”
“Tam
33

not a detective, but—
“And neither am I.”

‘But I think that I could tell pretty well what you a

would do under a given set of circumstances.’
“You have already shown that, Miss Hunt—and

who knows but that you may yet prove to be the cause
I have met a good —
many men in my life who called themselves detectives,

of the capture of John Black?

and I do not think a great deal of them—except one
or two. You, however, possess all the attributes that
are credited to the more celebrated of the world’s de-
tectives. Your noe into the workings of a human
mind is marvelous.” ae

“Miss Hunt laughed nervously.

“T am afraid that yot overestimate my abilities,”
she said.
done in certain Ses, I oy that it already has
been dotie by you.”

.The famous scout smiled oravely..

“T am flattered to know that I sometimes can think

like a woman,” he replied, with a bow.

CHAPTER a
~  ‘PHE CRYING BABY.

The. eaeits of the hotel were seated at breakfast

when the proprietor, Radborne, entered with a broad =j@

smile on his face. There were so few at the hostelry
now that all were acquairited, and Radborne felt quite
like the father of a family.

_Among the guests were four women—Miss Hunt a
and her aunt, and two Eastern: school- teachers, who 7

had come there to regain their strength.
“Ladies and gentlemen,’

is not filled with guests. I have good fews to feport.”
“Anything at all that news,
school- teachers.
happens out here, in spite of the fact ae this is ne
posed to be the wild and woolly West.”
“This is nothing very exciting, ” Radborne wen on,

“but it might be made very interesting if’ a7 of you |

ladies have the courage to go through with it.”

“Come!” oe the Paani Ve lady... ce us |

what it is.’
TL abink, keptied the prophet” ‘that I will tet: you

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would spoil the whole - thing were I to tell you about
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“Will it keep till we have Pad cer ee
asked the school-teacher. ‘Or is it some peculiar thing
about the sky that will disappear in a minute? I must
make note of all those things to tell to my pupils this
winter.”

“I think it will keep,” laughed . Radhome. “All I
will say now is that I want you to come out together
and stand.on the porch till I give the word. You will
hear something and see something that will interest
you, I am sure.” |

Breakfast was eaten rapidly by most of the guests,
but Buffalo Bill, Pawnee, and Miss Hunt, who were

sitting at the same table, refrained from making haste

like the others, who were calling to them constantly
so that they might obey the request of the proprietor
and go out on the veranda in a body.

“Miss Hunt,” remarked the scout, just as they were
finishing their meal, “you will remember what I told
you. I believe that Black’s mind is such a remarkable

one that almost anything may happen. For that reason

I believe that Pawnee Bill and I will not appear at the
party on the veranda until we are sure of what charac-
ter i is.

no matter how innocent the thing may seem, I prefer
We will be where we can see and
hear everything, so if yoy think that we are missing
anything, do not worry.’

“T will try to have especially sharp eyes and ears,”

replied the young woman, rising from the table.

The guests joined the impatient proprietor, and they
proceeded to the veranda, while Buffalo Bill and Paw-
nee Bill found places behind an open window where

. they could see and hear, but where they could not be

seen.

And a strange sight it was that erected the eyes of
the guests of the hotel.

oo beheld about twenty Indians, clad in vahite

men’s clothing. Behind the Indians was an equal num-.

ber of squaws, some of whom carried their papooses

Fon their backs. y

fad

“The heads of the Indian bucks were thrown back,
and their eyes sought those of oe Easterners, Deep

silence prevailed. <
One of' the “bucks suddenly - Ses forward very

solemnly, acting as though he were about to deliver

The dignity of his

a message of grave importance.

,

THE BUFFALO

  

No one will notice that “we are not there,
and if any one should remark on the fact, please keep
‘that person quiet. Appearances are very deceitful, and

  

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bearing impressed all. One of the school-teachers
uttered a faint cry, but her friend quieted her withra
whisper.

He be tie and strong, dear,”
ond teacher. “Remember that you are in a strange
country, and that you must not give way to fear, no
matter what happens.”

The scene really did not seem to require any especial

courage. The teacher felt, however, that she had

shown her strength under fire; and now ‘her natural
woman’s curiosity -was-aroused, and she gazed down ~

at the Indians with deep interest.

The tall Indian, who had separated himself from
the others, now began to speak. His voice sounded
pleasantly to the ear, and the impression he made as
he continued was good.

“White people: from far away, he at “we, the
red men of the Western country, come to you to call
you. We do not come as beggars—we do not beg—
we come as those who seek knowledge from the white
man.” :

- “Sounds as though he was talking right out of a

book,” whispered Miss Jones, the braver of the school-

teachers.

“Hush!” replied the other, with a frightened air.
“He might throw his hatchet—his tomahawk—at you.
You know how orators hate to have whispering going
on in the audience. I remember old Doctor Smithers
would stop short in his sermon ae

 

But the pleasant tones of the Indian interrupted this
flow of language, and the women were silent.

“The sun rises in the east, we have been taught, ” the
red man went on, stretching out his long arm toward
the point in the heavens where the great orb of light
was shining bright, “but she travels to the west. So
we believe it should be with the wisdom. Wisdom
should travel from the east to the west. Let the wis-

dom and the learning of the east and leave some of _

that wisdom and learning with those of the west who
need it and long for it.”

“Oh,” exclaimed Miss Tha “T wish that T ‘could
I'd take all that down. Just think!
I'll put all my brightest pupils

write shorthand.
I have a great plan.

on the east side of the room and the stupid ones on the —

west. Then, when the stupid ones begin to work harder

and learn «fore, I will move them gradually to the -

east. Won't that be original ?”
“Original with this Indian,”

teacher.

whispered. the one

“And I'll tell them all about the Indians ee _

said the sec- .

  

  
    

  
   
  

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squaws. I wonder if : is true that Indian babies never
cry. 1 have heard so.’ ;

“But,” continued the red man, his long arms now at
his sides, and his manner extremely humble, “I know
that it will be hard—it will take one more learned ‘than

I am—though I have been at the school in the East—

it will take one more learned than I to tell all we long
for and all we are trying to do among ourselves.”
“Do the best you can—we are interested,’ came a
clear, feminine voice from the piazza. And Buffalo
Bill, behind his window, recognized Miss Hunt's voice.
“T will,’ came the reply from the Indian. ‘The
white man—or woman—cannot tell us the things we
want to know. They do not understand how the mind
of the red man works. And, though they try and try
to make us understand, we cannot.

thing I mean—I cannot. We must teach ourselves—

and we naust teach ourselves in our own language. I

want my people to know that the sun does not move,
but that it is the earth that moves. I- want them to
know that the stars are not lights twinkling for us—
but that they are something se ects resem-
bling this earth that we walk on.’

“Why,” whispered Miss Jones, “my littlest ones
know all about those things. And, goodness knows,
they are about as stupid as human ‘beings could be.”
“So it is to the white men and women that we come
for help,’ continued the Indian. “A few of us who
can understand a little. We come to ask you—for the
whites who live in this village hate the red man—to
ask you to come to our village—to stay while the sun
shines once—one day—to help us get the school started
—to give us books—to show us just for a day how we
are to do the thing that will bring to us the knowledge
that should come to us with the light of the sun—and
as—as—tregularly. Come to,us for a day and show
us.” | a
The entreaty was very simple, and the earnestness
of the orator impressed all who heard—all except two
men sitting behind an open window.”

“The most remarkable speech I ever heard an Indian
make,” said Buffalo Bill to his companion.

“Almost as though he were acting on the stage,”
was Pawnee Bill’s reply.

“No,” returned the famous scout,
that. There is something of sincerity behind it—but
I am glad that we are here and not out there where
they could see us.’ :

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I myself know ©
the talk—the language—so that I can speak and make
the white man understand; but when I try to make my _
own people know what I mean, and how to say the

“it is better than.

squaws with their ess

“See,” he went on, “we have come—not all the peo-
ple of our village—but just a. few, to show you the
men and women you are to help.
Come to us.
how we should act and what we sheuld do.
while the sun shines.”

“There is a lot of truth in what he says, ae the -

same,” whispered Buffalo Bill to Pawnee Bill. “If a
lot of white persons would go to the reservation and

spend a day there, they could teach the Indians more _

than they could in a year of lectures.”

“But what do you Tepe Lot are after?” : queried
Pawnee Bill.

“Tt is barely possible,” returned Buffalo Bill, “that
he is after exactly what he says he is—namely, educa-

tion for his people.”

The tall Indian was speaking again.

“We will wait,’ he continued. “It is not far to the
reservation. We will wait while you take counsel.
Then we will return with the words of the white man
and the white woman. i

babe.”’

The Indian turned now his back on the guests of :
And then, as though a signal had been ~

the hotel.
given, the squaws sank to the ground and the bucks
sought easy positions. :
from the others, apparently deep in thought.

Miss Jones was all excitement.

“The very thing I would love to do,” she exclaimed.
“T have a lecture that I know would be understood
and appreciated by the Indians who could understand
English. I once gave it before a very small audience.
The lecture is rae ‘The Rise of the Lower Orders,
and deals -

 

“T suppose that we could have a proper escort,”
gested Mrs. Blake, Miss Hunt’s aunt.

“You can have an escort, all right,’ exclaimed the
enthusiastic Radborne. “It is the chance of a lifetime,
ladies. As for escort, there is Buffalo Bill and—why,
where are they??? | :

“They have gone out for a while,”
clear voice of Miss Hunt,
should be said about it.”

‘Ah, the John Black case, I suppose,’ © uttered: Rad-
borne. “Buffalo Bill always did hate ae man. JAS
for me, I shall never believe a

interrupted the

 

"The tall Indian niened now ‘and was pointing to th os

And may the white man and
the white woman think of the red man and the red
woman and’—with an eloquent gesture—‘the red

The tall man remained apart _

sug- .

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be if something could be accomplished.”

© dian babies do cry, after all.
about their always being quiet are untrue.”

“They wished nothing said about their movements,”
Miss Hunt declared.
After a glance at the girl, Radborne became silent.
“T think,” said one of the men standing near, ‘that

the trip would hardly pay. The ladies might be sub-.

jected to sights and sounds that would shock them.
For my part I never could bear the sight of a foreigner
of any kind.”

“Foreigner is good,” snapped another man. “You

seem to tore Billy, that the Indians are the original -

Americans.’

“I forget nothing,” was the Coane “but I do know
that the white man has taken the country from the
red man and, call it by whatever name you choose, it
is now our country. Any people of another color are
foreigners, in the strict sense of the word.”

Miss Hunt had drawn aside and was looking down at
the group on the grass in front of the veranda. There

| were some twenty squaws, their faces expressionless,
-and an equal number of men.

The bucks seemed as
indifferent as the squaws, though they conversed to-

gether in low tones in their own language.

“And these are the people who want our help,” she
“T do not see what we can do for them
Yet what a glorious ae it would

‘At that moment a strange thing ee One of

ji the papooses began to cry—cry much as a white child
@ would, when in pain. |

“There!” exclaimed Miss Jones. “You see that In-
The stories I have heard

The little wail affected Miss Hunt in a singular way.

| She had heard babies cry many times, and had seen.
'them taken into the arms of fond mothers or loving

nurses and comforted. But now, as she watched the

(stolid features of the squaw to whom the papoose

   

  
 

belonged, and saw that not a muscle quivered, a ates
™ feeling of pity for the child came to her.

The low crying continued.

_ But the guests were so interested in discussing their
plans, and the advisability of going to the reservation,

that for a while they paid no attention to the Indians.

- The bucks had drawn away a little, and the squaws,

q with their burdens, were left quite alone.

: Miss Hunt moved toward ‘the top of the flight ar
") steps that led down to the grass where the women were

sitting. She descended one step and halted. The

squaws seemed to “pay no attenton to her, and she

 
 

went a bit farther.

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The first thing the girl knew, she was among the
women, meeting their semi-curious glances with the
straight look of‘a fearless American girl.

She made her way to the squaw whose papoose was
still crying, and bent down over the little one. The
squaw mother made no move. She did not seem to
resent the curiosity of the white woman. She was
apparently devoid of all feeling.

Miss Hunt looked at the baby. Never had she
seen such a funny, wrinkled face—a face now dis-
torted by the crying. |

Then she saw the cause of the baby’s uneasiness.
The papoose was fastened to the squaw’s back, and the

‘bag which held the baby had sagged very near the

ground. A tall, stiff bit of rough grass was pricking
the papoose in the neck. Wriggle as it could in its
tight swathings, the baby could not get away from the
prickly thing. And the mother did not move—and the
papoose continued crying.

With gentle fingers, Miss Hunt removed the grass.
Then she suddenly seated herself on the ground, like
the Indian women, and gazed at the baby.

Thoughts of a strange nature rushed through her
brain. Once she started to get up, but sank back again.
Once she started to speak to the squaw, but her lips
refused to work.

The Indian mother paid no attention to the young.
white woman. Miss Hunt, however, had seen some-
thing that had caused a thrill to run through her whole
frame.

Presently she rose and mounted the steps to the —
veranda. The Indian women still sat motionless, but
the white women were gesticulating wildly as they dis-
cussed the pros and cons of the proposed expedition.

Miss Hunt started into the hotel.

“T don’t know where Buffalo Bill is,’ was her
thought, ‘‘and by the time I find him these white women

may have decided not to go to the reservation—and I

must go.”
She returned then to the group on the veranda. )
“Ah,” cried Miss Jones, “here is Miss Hunt. She —
actually had the courage to go down there among the
squaws. How did you ever do it, Miss Hunt? But
you didn’t like it—I could see that, by the expression
on your face as you came up the steps. But what do

you think of taking the trip to the reservation?”

“T shall go,” was the young woman’s calm reply. of
don’t see quite how we can help them, but, nevertheless,

‘they have eppeated to us, and i think that we should try

to help them.”’

“Of course you would say that,” returned Miss

 
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Jones. ‘“‘You are very strong and quite accustomed to
doing unusual things. But you see the rest of us are
——well, we think that the Indians have overestimated
what we can do for them—and the men do not seem
to like the idea of our going.”

“I thought that you were a suffragette,’ responded
Miss Hunt, with a smile. “Why should you consult
the men about this? We are four womien here, and
while I do not share your opinions about voting, | am
willing x go to the reservation, even if the men do not
approve.’

“But, Miss Hunt .” interposed one of the men, “you
do not know, as we do, to what unpleasantnesses you
“may be subjected, We

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“How near have you ever been to an Indian?” inter-
rupted the young woman. :

- “Well, I confess that they have come closer to me
to-day than ever before.
at their distance.” |

“Then probably I know as meh about phen as you
do. And I say I intend to go.”

“Perhaps—perhaps you will change your mind,
dear,” said Miss Hunt’s aunt, “when you find that the
men are willing to make the expedition.”

“T shall not change my mind,” was Miss Hunt’s
reply, as she glanced at the poor specimens of man-
hood about her.

‘“Ve want to send them away, too,” a the second
eG ante “put no one seems willing to tell them
10 so. 5

“Of course I will talk to them,’ exclaimed Radborne.
“T can quite understand why the ladies do not desire a
closer acquaintance with these people.
very plain to them that they must go now.”*

3

“Please,” said Miss Hunt quietly, “let me speak to
them. I am sure that I understand them better than
- you do, and I would really like the experience of talking
tothem. They will not be able to understand my words
—but I think that they will understand that I do not
despise them.” .

She stepped quickly to the front of the vera and
held up her hand. f

Instantly the squaws got to their feet and the bucks
lined up as before.

The tall Indian’s eyes were turned upon Miss Hunt,

and there was no question but that he was interested in

what she was about to say.
“T can speak only to you,

at the tall Indian, “as you seem to be the only one who

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES.

-understands English.

But I intend to keep them —

I will make ie
Me * hands—but no tears came.

” began the girl, looking

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your people how interested we have been to see them.

Some of the ladies are not well and feel that they can-

not go to the reservation and do as you wish. Nor
can the men. I am only one, but perhaps I shall be able

to persuade some of them to come with me, after all

—for I intend to go to you and spend the day among
you and do what I can. It. will be very little, but it

will be something that will show your people that what.

you have said has not fallen on ears that do not hear.
I will come—to-day, perhaps.
your reservation, and I will follow before long.”

- She stepped back. The tall Indian bowed low, then

turned to the others and spoke briefly to them. When
he had finished, a line was formed and the forty red-
skins moved away in the direction of the forest through
which ran the trail to the Sioux reservation.

When they had advanced some distance Miss Jones
turned to the others and spoke in a quavering—almost
old—voice.

-“She—she made me feel as though we were the

savages.”

“You need not feel badly about your determination
not to go,” said Miss Hunt quietly.

haps—perhaps I am a bit of—an actress.
didn’t mean all that I said.”

“Then you are not going, after all?” exclaimed the

aunt. “You know you can’t go alone.”

“Yes—tI am going,” responded the girl, her. hand on.

the door.

She passed inside, went to a big chair in the sitting
room and sank into it.

“T meant that part of it. Tam going.”

 

‘ CHAPTER XI.
A WOMAN’S FIRM HAND.

Miss Hunt did not faint, nor did she cry. She

merely sat there in the big chair, her face in her hands, :

thinking. |
The other guests of the hotel wondered a ae

at her sudden disappearance, and then. forgot about it | q

in a discussion of the strange action she had decided
upon. All except Mrs. Blake, her aunt. That lady
was accustomed to strange actions on the part of her
niece, and knew that she had a good reason for every-

thing she did, and that the girl was able to take good
\ care of herself.

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therefore, knowing, from past experiences, that Miss
Hunt wanted to be alone. |

She was alone, however, but for a moment.
Bill soon joined her.

He had come from the window, and, Pawnee Bill
had stepped outside and was watching the retreating
Indians from an inclosed portion of the veranda.

“Well,” said Buffalo Bill, “I Saw’and heard you.
Now, if you please, you shall tell me why you said
that you intended to go to the reservation whether any
one else went or not.”

“Because that is my intention,” responded the young
woman, as she looked up at the famous scout, with a
smile. oe ; ee

“And what if the bask | ag that you shall not t take
the risk?” . .

“In the first place, wie | is my boss?’

“T had called you a detective,’ replied the scout,

“and thought that—well, Perna: you would consider
me the boss of this affair.”

“Well, I don’t regard anybody as my boss in this
case, and I am the only one who can do the thing that

| am determined shall . done.”

“Tt grieves me to see,’ ’ continued Buffalo Bill, “that

you do not understand that the whole affair was.
| planned for your especial benefit.”

“How do you know that?’
a expected something unusual from Black, and it
I was not sure of

face of the tall Indian who did the talking. Then I

@ Was sure of it.”
| “You are very wise, Colonel Cody,’

3

returned Miss
Hunt. “But whether or not the expedition of the In-
dians was planned by Black to get me to go to the
reservation or not, | am going.”

“A wotman’s mind may be changed.”

“Not mine—-at this time. And as to your second

@ objection—that of the danger attendant upon a trip to
the reservation, you know yourself that is nothing.

The idea that there is any danger to any one in a trip

‘into an Indian reservation in these days is ridiculous.”

But I hope that you
And it may

“Perhaps—for most people.
will not forget that you are Miss Hunt.

W not be safe for Miss Hunt to go where it would be
} perfectly. safe for others.”

’ said the young woman, tiseatae bk
“all your talk does no good. 1am going to
the reservation—to-day, if possible, and nothing can
festrain ‘tne. I had intended to ask a certain gentleman
by the name of Colonel Cody to accompany me—with-

 

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Buffalo.

- steadily at the scout,

- for help if I needed it.

    

 

 

out himself being seen, if he should be clever enough
to be able to accomplish that. But I am not sure now.
whether to ask him or not.”

“Of course you know,’ responded the scout, “that I
would not let you go there alone, and you know that I
have no authority to imprison you and prevent your
going, But I want to tell you that I believe that those

Indians were sent heré by John Black, and with the

jae purpose of ae you to go to the réserva-
tion.” a
‘ido une care, You may be right and you may not..

I am going.”

“And I shall not frighten you by saying ae Black
means to do you any harm, for I do not believe that he
would dare do that—though the man is as daring as any
Indian I’ve ever known. But that he has some plan
that will bring you around, | have not the slightest
doubt. ae

“Colonel Cody,” replied the oa and she looked
“this is the first time you have
seemed not to understand me. ‘J have said several times
that | am going to the reservation. I have said once
that I wanted you to be where I could call upon you
But I would go, even if I had
to go absolutely alone. Now, let us be the friends we
really are and talk matters over—and believe that what

' I say L intend to do.”

The scout walked to the windew ‘and gazed across
the clearing to the woods beyond. There was a sem-
blance of a smile on his face, and there was nothing
of disappointment i in it.

“Well,” he remarked, turning to Miss Hunt, “I
knew that if you were the woman I thought you were,
you would stick to your plan and would go to the
reservation. But I felt it my duty to warn you of the
danger to you. Now that I have done my duty, and
affairs are taken out of my hands, we can get down
to business. You know that I am at your command,
and I know that you want to tell me something and
ask my help and advice. All right. We shall begin.
The thing that made you make up your mind to “go
to the reservation happened while you were down there
among the Indian women. In fact, it happened just

about the time that you relieved the papoose by wna

that bit of prickly grass out of its neck.”

“Of course you would know that,” responded the

girl, and now her face was very serious.

“Perhaps you will tell me what you discovered while
you were oe the thing from the neck of the
baby ¢ ?

   
 
 

Va | THE BUFFALO

She looked at the scout for a full minute, and when
she spoke it was in a very low tone.

“When I took the bit of grass from the neck of the
crying child, I saw, es about the neck, a small
gold chain.”

There followed a period of absolute silence.

The change that came over the face of the scout told
Of the impression her words had made upon him.

Once more he walked toward the window, but he
furned quickly and was beside her again in a second.

‘And that chain belonged to

“James Shephard.” ,

“You are sures. s :

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“He wore it constantly.” ;

The girl was on her feet now, her eyes flashing < as
she moved up and down the room, But underneath all.
her firmness and evident be there was the woman
who loved.

“Miss Hunt,” said the scout quietly, “I am sorry that

I spent so much time trying to persuade you not to go:

to the reservation. I would not try to induce you to
go, of course. But after what you have told me, you
would not be the woman I have known if you could
have been made to change your determination. 1
apologize to you.”

She bowed her head.

“T want to say,” he went on, “that you need not
feel that the finding of this chain means that Mr. Shep-
hard is dead, and that we shall not be able to find him.
It gives no indication in that regard.”

“Do you think that Black intended that I' should

see the chain—was it part of his plan: ie

“No—no—I am sure that it was not. He would be

the last person to have you see it. [I am sure that this
was no part of his plan.”

“Then what can be the explanation of the chain about
the papoose’s neck?” a

“T can only guess at it,” replied the scout. “The
mother of the child got possession of this chain, of
course, in some way and placed it about the neck of her
papoose. One Indian pays no attention to the child of
another, and the squaw felt perfectly safe in placing

the chain there. It is considered by her to be a sort of

_ saw it, makes/it necessary for me to go to the reserva-

_ Black—if he planned to have these Indians come here [i

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the chain will make the child a great man among his §
people. She may know nothing at all about James a

Shephard.” Ap
“But you stirely think that the chain, being where I
Ive
tion. I would be,ablé to find a trace of Mr. Shephard, |
where perhaps no one else could.” aes.

“I think,” replied Buffalo Bill, measuring his words,
“that the finding of the chain makes it necessary to have
a search made at the reservation. And I will not con-
ceal the fact from you that you would oe be
able to discover more than any one else. But still the
danger is there, though the chain has no connection
with Black. Again, Black may have had something to | hi
do with the disappearance of Shephard.”

 

“To get back to the subject in which you are so much —

  

interested,” said Miss Hunt: “What do you suppose /—M

   
  
 

—hopes to gain Dy getting me to go to the reserva-

  

tion?”

 
 

“That is something about which my guess would be

 
 

worth very little. It is possible, however, that he

  
  

where he would be free from interruption. There is also

  

the matter of the diamond. He believes. so firmly in

  

that gem and its power to influence the person carry-

  

ing it, that he may desire to force it upon you, with

 

the conviction that, after you have worn it a while, his

 

influence may dominate you. I believe he’ is crazy

  

enough for that.”

 

“Now that we again Uaead each other,” said

 

Miss Hunt, “please tell me how it is best to go, and | t

 

when.”

 
 

“Give the Indians a chance to get back to their vil-— :

  

lage and then we will start out ourselves. If we can

  

persuade any of the others to accompany us, so much
the; better.’<

“We shall not be able to do dee o

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“You mean you will not let the Indians know- that.

 

you are near the village?”

 

“Much better results can be accomplished af fhe

 

do not know,’ replied the scout. “I can remainin the |

      
   

| woods and still keep watch, It may be necessary, how-
ever, for me to appear upon the scene, and you may be
sure that I shall do so, rather than have a get out
| of my sight.”

py shall feel as safe as though I were sitting on the
veranda of this hotel,” replied Miss Hunt. “Tust let

@me know when we are to start.”

CHAPTER’ XIL
WILD BILL HICKOK GETS WISE.
“All during the journey to Center City, George Bho
@hard had been talking to Wild Bill Hickok and giving

a : him the details of the disappearance of his brother.

And when the Laramie man walked out on the porch of

Bihe Center City Hotel, about the time Buffalo Bill and

Miss Hunt were having their important conversation

Min Twin Rocks, he was full of the subject of the mis-
fortune that had befallen Shephard.

m ‘lf I don’t get any sight or trace of the Taine?

Whe muttered to himself, “I sure will see what I can

do about Jimmie Shep.”

   
 
 

At that moment a stout man wearing a broad-

rimmed felt hat passed the hotel and glanced up in-

uiringly at the man of Laramie. .

There was little doing on the street, and Wild Bill

Ce atched the man as he proceeded in the direction of
. the most imposing building in the town, saw him cross
i t he road and enter a house on the other side of the
ppireet

_ The hotel proprietor joined Wild Bill just then, and

| the Laramie man pointed to the person who had just

4 passed and inquired concerning him.

: “Why, that’s the judge,”
: : _ “Looks worried,” said Bill. ae

" “Hasn't ever been the same-man since he lost the

was the proprietor’s reply.

Black gem.”
: a “What was that § Bi a, Hickok, interested at once,

 
  
  

“Well, ‘you see,” continued the proprietor, “an In-

ian named, Black was on trial here, and the judge

  

    

ndian’™ got away, somehow, and the same night, or a

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into the judge’s house and got away with the diamond. ~

to set it.”

as keeping a diamond that belonged to Black. “Fhe .
keep my window open.
4 ight or so after, I forget which, somebody sneaked

 

   

The judge has offered a big reward to anybody who
can recover it, but it’s my opinion that they will have
to find Black before they get the diamond.”

An inspiration came to Wild Bill.

“T knew about the stealing of a diamond here, but I
didn’t know. just the circumstances. Don’t tell any-
body that I asked about it, because 1am working on
the quiet. I heard about thé reward, and I am going

The proprietor looked very ade as Wild Bill

descended the steps and hastened in the direction in

He knocked at
the door of a residence and was admitted by the judge

which he had seen the judge.disappear.

himself, who looked inquiringly at the Laramie man.
“Well?” he said.
“Shut the door before I talk.”
“What do you-mean, sir?”
“T am a. detective,” replied Wild Bill.
“Ah!” said the judge.
to see me about the reward I offered for that diamond.”

‘Then you've probably come

“Yourlegal mind has led you to the right conclusion’
the very first tune)

“Then come into my library,” said the man of law.

He led the way into a large room. Bill seated him-
self, while the judge sank ponderously into a huge chair
before his table. |

“Well, what do you want to ow z

“All the circumstances of the loss,”
Bill.
“Tf I knew them I would go and get the diamond.”
“TI mean where was it and when was it stolen?”

replied Wild

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“Tt was in that safe over there,” replied the judge,

pointing to the old-fashioned receptacle in the corner.

- Wild Bill spent a few minutes examining the lock,
though he knew little about such matters, and soon
came to the conclusion that an expert safe breaker
would have little difficulty in opening the contrivance.

_ Presently he reseated himself.

“How did the man get into the house?”
“There weren’t any windows broken nor any locks
picked, that I know of. I sleep upstairs and always
He probably came in through

that window.”
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-“You.are a sound sleeper, I take it.
“What has that got to do with it?” responded the
judge. a |
“Because I have found, in my profession, that more
people who snore are robbed than any others. You see
it gives the burglar confidence.” :
“Well, then, I do snore, and I sleep sound.”

“And I take it the reward will be paid the oe
I place the gem in your hands?”
“You bet it will.”

“T’suppose you wouldn't mind if I handed, over the

Indian at the same time?” is

“The Indian wasn’t in my care, but the a was.”
“Please take me upstairs to your room.’

They mounted the stairs and entered the fadeue
Here Wild Bill Hickok got down to work in

room,

earnest, and sought in vainfor some clew that would

suggest to him the possible identity of the burglar.
But Wild Bill’s search was fruitless.
over the house by the judge, but nothing developed.

He was taken all

The Laramie man was in earnest, in this work, as he
knew, beyond a doubt, that the theft of the. diamond
had been instigated by the escaped Indian.

Having assured the judge that he would be able to
recover the gem, with the aid of ‘cértain mysterious
clews, which he intimated he had found, Wild Bill took
his leave: He was about to return to the hotel, when
he stopped suddenly and stood pe at as ooo a

sight as he had ever seen.

Just in front of him, in the middle of the roadway,

stood a being about four feet tall, his head surmounted
by a huge hat beneath which protruded stiff, yellow
locks. Below his narrow brow, two big blue eyes stared
forth; and beneath the tiny nose there bristled a ions

: flowing mustache.

Then, as suddenly as he had stopped, Wild Bill began
to roar with the mirth of a care-free man.
” he shouted.

“Come here—come here “To want

to look at you.”

othe strange creature advanced hesitatingly ‘toward
him, and there came a gleam to his eyes as he saw the
— silver dollar ee the Laramie 1 man held i in his

Do you snore?”

BILL STORIES.

‘Wild Bill carefully removed the ee hat, and ihe
with a quick motion, snatched the blond hair and long
mustache from their resting place. Now there stood
in front of him a small boy of about ten years, while
Wild Bill held a false mustache and a wig in his hand.

tl give you that dollar,” said the man of Lara-
mie,
things.” an

After a few minutes of infantile staring, the child

muttered a few unintelligible words. — \

Come, sonny, you want that dollar, don't you?
I am not going to hurt you.”
“Twas riding with pa over the trail down there, and
I gits out to walk up a hill and I fhe em. Ain't i
even funny,” teen the Lapenie: man. | “What
trail were you on?” | Bite

“The trail ter ther railroad,” replied the boy.

That was all Hickok wanted to know, and he handed a

the dollar over to the child” willingly, atane in oa ot
change the mustache and wig. : : ou !
: Then he hastened down the street to the saloon bon ¢
by Mike Potts, where he ordered some refreshment
over the bar and began to entertain ae Prepnicte with
some of his peculiar sayings.

- After half an hour Bill and Mile had become we
friendly, and the Laramie man thought that it was time )
to test the recollection of Potts. ne oe

‘Wild Bill had heard many times the a th

the man with the yellow hair and the long blond. mus- | t
tache, in connection with the last eo of the Shep- @ ‘

hard boys in this town.

He now donned the wig and mustache, and faced the 4

astonished proprietor.
- “Do I look like anybody you ever saw?” he asked.
“Vou sute do,”
‘place him.” :
At that moment the door of the oleae opened and a
another: citizen of the town entered, and just behind
him a man with black hair and smooth face and strong: m
marked features. . pe .
“ee No,” said the proprietor again, “I sure can’t place ie
that: fellow. T've@seen the hair and the mustache, if

‘now, but yer face don’ € At with them a

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Wild Bill felt. himself seized iy the arm, Sad he

turned to face one of the men who had just entered.

“Hello, sheriff! said Pouss “What's the matter

with this fellow? o

Wild Bill was still wearing. the wig and mustache,

Mand the sheriff’s face fell as he looked at the Laramie

- Bdoor.

man’s countenance.
The second man who had entered was staring at

@the other three, and now turned and started for the

He was not quick enough, however, for the

Wsheriff, who, after one more glance at Wild Bill, seized

the other stranger and pulled him to the bar.

“Put on that there wig and mustache,” he shouted.
The stranger protested in vain, and, between them,
ild Bill and the sheriff succeeded in transferring the

| disguise from the Laramie man to the person’ with the

at black hair.

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«6 «lt looks to me,”

> cried Mike Potts, “Il remember
now. The hair and mustache fit that fellow all right.

e is the one that was drinking with the Shephard

“Jumpin’ frogs,’

e nan the night he disappeared.”
i | _ “And,” shouted the sheriff, “he is he one that got
I ne drunk the night the judge was robbed of the Black

liamond.” |

The protestations of the stranger were laughed at,
nd soon he gave up attempting to deny that he was
e person referred to. 1

6é

said the man of Laramie, “as

t! ough you had better hand over the diamond and lef

Mus three get in on the reward.”

| “That's right,” cried the sheriff, “we are all three in

Yon it. It took Mike and me to tell who the fellow was,
but you brought the hair and mustache, so we will divvy
(ep on the reward. Hand over the gem, young fellow.”

ae Lye got to handover a gem for you to get any

reward,” remarked the stranger, “I guess yon won't

1 pet any reward, because I haven’t got any gem.”

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iq fo the jail, and there had a long talk with the man

  

“Take him to jail, sheriff,” said the Laramie man,

pand have him searched. We've got him all right, any-

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ay.
Wild Bill accompanied the theca and the stranger

who had worn the wig and mustache. He thought it

 

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THE, BUF FALO

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BILL STORIES. | 7 27

he was doing in Center City, and the sheriff was only
too glad to allow Wild a a private talk with the
prisoner.

93

“Now,” said Bill, “I know very well that you stole
the diamond and handed it over to Black. It will be
well for you if you give me any information that will
help me in finding the Indian.”

“And I

swear to you that I haven’t any idea where the Indian

“T don’t admit anything,” said the man.

is, if there is any Indian named Black.”

Wild Bill could get no information concerning Black,
and George Shephard was *sent for and appeared
shortly, in order that they might attempt to find some
trace of the young man’s brother. For from what
George said and from the evidence of the proprietor of
the saloon, the prisoner was the last man to be seen in
the company of James Shephard.

It was soon evident to them that the man knew more
concerning the matter than he would admit, and they
put him through the third degree. .

 

CHAPTER XII.
BOUND FOR THE RESERVATION.

é Immediately after lunch, Buffalo Bill, Pawnee Bill,
Their

horses were waiting for them, and the guests had as-

sembled to wish them a safe journey. It had been de-
cided that Pawnee Bill should join the party, and, of
course, none of the other guests knew that Pawnee and
Buffalo Bill were to disappear before ae reached the

reservation.

No fear was felt, therefore, for Miss Hunt’s cafe,

as she appeared to be well guarded by two stalwart —

plainsmen. They had no more than entered the woods
through which the trail to the reservation ran, than
Buffalo Bill called a halt.

“As long as we are going to do this,” he said, “we

might just as well take every precaution. Miss Hunt

will go on alone from this point, while Pawnee Bill
and I will advance through the woods on each side of

the trail. -

“Why do we ee so soon?’’ asked the girl.

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“Never mind now. You may be sure that both
my friend and I will have an eye on you every minute.
You must not be startled nor frightened, if you see any
Indians.”

“T shall be acid or frightened at nothing,

the girl.

ue

So they cepara ed Pawnee Bill went to the right,
and the scout to the left, of the trail, while Miss Hunt
advanced straight ahead. |

The girl had not ridden more than a mile when she
imagined that she saw something move behind a tree
She kept on, however, without turn-
But,
remembering the warning given by Buffalo Bill, she

close to the trail.
ing back or appearing to notice anything unusual.

was a little more alert than before. :

And a mile farther on she was sure that she saw
the half-hidden form of an Indian a little way back
in the woods, Having made up her mind, however, to
take the trip, and remembering that she was constantly
watched over by the two plainsmen, the girl had no
fears for her safety, and rode resolutely forward,
thinking only of the man whom she thought was lost to

her, but who now seemed so near. :
About the middle of the afternoon she came to the
spot which Buffalo Bill had described to her as being

within half a mile of the Indian village. For a moment

she rested here, summoning all her courage for the

She did not fear
the Indians nor the close association with them; and,

ordeal that she knew she must face.

in fact, she did not know what she feared. But now it
seemed to her that all her strength and courage had
gone in the face of something unknown.

_ She spoke to her horse and galloped on, trying to
remember that two of the bravest men of the. West
- were watching her.

“I suppose,” she thought, “that John Black arranged
to have those Indians back there on the trail to give

“warning of my approach. At any rate, they have not |

harmed me yet, and with my two friends near, I am
sure that no harm will come.’ .

- Almost before she realized the distance she td trav-
She
halted her horse to take in the sight, and, at the same

eled, she came in full sight of the Indian village.

moment, she saw before her the tall Indian who had

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BILL STORIES.
been. the i aptaic for those: who had come to the. q

hotel. | i
A small Indian boy was standing by his side; and, at —

a word from him, the lad dashed away, while the tall q

Indian walked toward Miss. unt.
“You have come,” he said, “when he reached her.
“I said that I would,” was her reply. “Tell me at

once how I can help you.”

“If you will oe a moment, everything will bein. &

readiness for you.”

“T would like to occupy the time by riding es : ,

your village,” she answered. “While Iam here I might —
just as well see everything, especially the inside of the
places where you live.” : : :

Now that she was on the spot, Miss Hunt’s courage
was gradually coming back to her, and her eyes were
constantly on the alert to catch a glimpse of the woman
around the neck of whose papoose had been the little
gold chain.

The aan seemed rather taken aback by Miss a
Hunt’s curiosity, but led the way to the nearest Ins |
dian abode. The girl dismounted from her horse and
took one look at the interior of the place, then she
drew back sick and oni, at the filth and squalor
she had seen. |

“You see we have not yet eel ear said |
the tall Indian. “That is one of the reasons why we
thought a sight of: the white peor would do good
here.

Miss Hunt clenched her teeth and approached reso-
lutely the next hut. f |

“Toes white lady wish to see another?” asked the
Indian, in apparent surprise.

“T would like to see enough of them to show me
what they are all like,” she replied, scarce knowing
what she said. | : »

- He led the way 40 the secord hut, and en “her
senses were shocked as she peered into it.

“Tt will do no good to look into the places where he
takes me,” she thought, “and so I will pass them by. af

am a foolish girl, anyway, to think that I cauld find

any trace of him all by myself.”
They went on oe. . oe and Miss” Hunt

 
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by her guide. Th he Indian’s astonishment increased as
the time passed; but he made no comment, and, when
she expressed her willingness to cease investigating the
homes of the Indians, he told her that all was now in
readiness for her reception at the place they had ar-
ranged for the first of the school meetings.
i Her passage through the village had created little
Gg interest, apparently ; and now, when she and the tall In-
dian stood at the edge of the town at a point where the
clearing began, the girl wondered to herself why the
whole village, as represented by those who had come
| | to the hotel, had seemed so anxious for her and the
| other guests of the hotel to come to their reservation.
“We have tried to select a beautiful spot for our
said the Indian.
the woods,

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pa

Gq _ school,” Ultis there, a little way in
a You can just see the top of the building.
@ Go there, and | will bring those.who are to study.”

She was alone, looking into the deep green of the
woods, and there came to her now the realization that

her danger, if danger existed, was very near.

 

a CHAPTER XIV.

ee. BLACK’S LAST WORD.

 
  
  
  
     

- Not once during the time she had been in the village
- had Miss Hunt seen anything of Buffalo Bill or Paw-
nee, but she had perfect confidence in them, and knew
that they were not far away.

“Even if I come face to face with John Black him-
self,” she said to herself, “I must not be frightened,

_ for their eyes will be pon him and his every action
_ watched.”

 
 

Then, throwing back her head, she plunged into the

  
  

Indian had pointed out to her.

  

She found that it was ‘a hut tudely built of logs,
Benches had been

 

though large and commodious,

  
  

built at one end.

  

The girl passed over the threshold without hesita-

    

- tion, and stood for a moment silent and motionless i in

   

the apparently empty room,

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was careful i. look into only those huts not indicated

vit all,

will made you come,”’

woods in the direction of the building which the tall

placed inside, one behind the other, and a sort of table .

  

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Of a sudden ore came to her heart a quick throb,
and she felt herself grow slightly pale, Then there
arose before her the man, John Black, :

He did not break the silence, and she could not, But
‘her form became rigid and her face hard. As they
stood thus, the girl heard a faint knock on the wall
of the cabin near where she stood.

“Colonel Cody! were the words that came to her
mind, and again she was the courageous woman he

had always known.

Then it was that Black spoke.
“Ves, Miss Hunt,” he said, and his voice ‘held all :
of the power she had so often recognized, “I planned”
The call from the twenty Indians at the hotel
was my idea. I thought, however, that more whites
would come, and I had arranged to have them here in
this house while I talked to you somewhere else. But

it is as well as it is. You came because you are brave

_and will let nothing interfere with your doing good.

I knew you would come. Youwcould not help it. My

“John Black,” said the girl, “you are hunted by the ‘
authorities. I warn you that I shall give information

as to your whereabouts, and I shall listen to you no

longer.”

The man placed his hand on a rope that hung from
the ceiling of the building near the wall,

“You will hear me out,” he went on, “If I pull
this rope it will give a signal to my people that war

against the whites is declared. The braves are ready

with their war paint, and, while you are perfectly safe,

bands of bloodthirsty Indians will leave this village in-
tent upon slaughter and pillage. If you listen’ to me
to the end,. the rope will not be pulled. And, if it is
your wish, you shall depart from here in peace, and I
shall remain, and no red men will go on the warpath.
You know what Indian war means, and you know the
lives that would be sacrificed if you forced me to give

the signal. -My people will do as I say.”

“Even if I hear } you to the end,” replied the girl, |

_ shall give information that will lead to your capture,

‘if you. allow me to go safely from here.”

“You will not do that. If you leave tere with that
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by the time you reach your hotel. I have arranged for
a relay of horses which:are now awaiting me, and
there are so many disguises that I could assume that
detection would be impossible.
that I wish to speak.

“T have brought you here to tell you that you are

But it is not of myself

the object of the devotion of a man who is greater
than his kind. There is a race upon this earth that is
The Indian owned this land,
and now the whites are exterminating him. It is to

dying—the Indian race.

resurrect that race and to bring it to the standard of

the white man, that I have lived and shall live. It is

‘for you to give me the inspiration of your belief and

trust, for some time I intend to devote my time to the
small task of showing my people here how to live.
‘During that time I ask you to keep mein your
thoughts, and to let me feel that one person, at least,
understands my mission. At the end of that time my
field will be a broader one, and in years to come | shall
assume a position that will make me worthy to be the
husband of the most perfect woman in the world.
“Then, and then only, will I come to you seeking
your hand, and then you will give it tome. As far as
being discovered here is concerned, I have no fear. No
one in the world knows that I am among my people
except you, and you will not tell. I am clever at dis-
guises, and.can even alter my expression, still retaining
my Indian appearance, so that not even Colonel Cody
would be able to recognize me. I shall not be captured,

and you will not betray me.’

He.ceased speaking and fixed his neat eyes upon the
~~ girl, She, knowing that she was safe, remained silent,
waiting for Colonel Cody to put an end to the man’s
talk. :

YOu see it is very little that T ask of you,” he went
on.
my reward——yourself.”

She

felt that something was wrong inside of her and had a

The girl felt the power of the Indian’s eyes.

subconscious realization of the fact that the man’ s men-
tality was dominating her. She tried to call out, but
something held her back. A |

He was standing before her now, his long arms out-

stretched, and his fingers closed together. She could

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“Just to wait—believe—and in the end—give me _

they procured her horse.

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hear the wind in the trees outside, but the sound —
brought a strange feeling, and there was no comfort’ :
in its : :

She realized that the man was- coming nearer and
nearer, his hands still outstretched.

“T have said my last word,” he went on, “and you
are free to go if'you wish, or-—or—perhaps you would
give me now the greater help—the greater inspira-

The girl was almost in his power now, but there was
a stronger power than that of John Black, the Indian.

Through the open door rushed two men, and straight
to the throat of the Indian they plunged. He crashed
to the floor, buried beneath the weight of Buffalo Bill
and Pawnee Bill, while the Pagers of his right hand
were still clenched.

The fresh breath of the ee came through the door —
and bore the mist from the girl’s mind, as she saw the
man whom she so hated and dreaded overcome by her
friends. | :

“At Jast—at last,” she cried, as she watched Buffalo —
Bill and Pawnee binding their sullen captive.

The king of scouts looked very humble as he turned
to her. | >

“We were careless—we were delayed,” he said, as he
wiped the blood from his forehead. ‘The Indians —
that bordered the trail discovered us and delayed us
almost too long.” :

“Oh, it is all right,”
you have him safe.”

cried Miss Hunt, “as long as

Pawnee Bill unclasped the fingers of Black’s sen
hand, and from it took a pure white diamond. After
one glance he slipped the gem into his pocket, but not
before Miss Htint had caught sight of it, :

“Tf he had shown me that,” she cried, at believe that
my at would have come: But I am not afraid of
it now.’ ~
_ Pawnee Bill guarded the prisofer while the famous
scout accompanied the girl back to the village, “where
Then they returned to the
pretended schoolhouse, mounted and started for the
hotel, compelling John Black to walk ahead of them.

The track taken by the scout was a roundabout one,

 

 
     
    

owing to the fact that he had no desire to have further
trouble with the Indians at this time. It was late at
night when the party reached the hotel. Scarcely a
word had been spoken during the return journey, and
- @ not even when Buffalo Bill said good night to Miss
| | Hunt did either of them speak of the fact that noth-
ing had been seen of James Shephard.
9. Buffalo Bill kept John Black in his own room that
night, and did not close his eyes for a moment.
“You do not sleep,’ muttered the Indian. _
“And I shall not, until you are behind prison bars,”
was the firm reply. |
It was just after breakfast the following morning,
while Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill were seated on the
+ veranda beside their prisoner, waiting for their horses
to be brought ready for the journey to Center City,
when a horseman, covered with dust, rode up to the
steps of the hotel, threw the reins to the stableman, and
| ran up to the veranda. ;
3 “Well, ae eae Bill, he shouted, “I oe am ee
| to see you.”
It was Wild: Bill Hictole of Haas and his face
_ was wreathed in smiles. oS
“Where are the other pards?” asked the scout.

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“Coming,” was the reply.

to ride on ahead. I found the man who stole the gem

_and who robbed James. Shephard. He’ ‘$s in jail now at
Center City.” -. Ae |

“And we Hale found the man he owns fhe gem and

og who induced your man to steal it. He is here with us

@ now.” | :

| _ Then for the first time Hickok saw the Indian.
cvelle he cried, a guess it’s about all settled, then.”
q CA number of horsemen had been approaching the
4 ; hotel, and now Buffalo Bill saw the test of his pards,

but a few feet distant.

 

He turned to the entrance to the hotel, and his face
| became very: ‘grave. |

he said,
that there i is some one here who wants to know about
a James Shephard. a

Miss. Hunt came from the door, and ie smile was

ils all settled, man of Laramie,” “except

 

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do, and not think of those things that could not be ~
accomplished.’’ | :

A great shout came from in front of the hotel, as
the baron, Little Cayuse, old Nomad, George Shep-

oiatd, and another halted their steeds:and mounted the

steps.
* “Unt if it isn’t Black John, der Indian educate,’ cried
the baron, as his eyes lit upon Buffalo Bill’s prisoner.
But the looks of the scout and Pawnee Bill were bent.
upon the strange member of the party.
Suddenly from the veranda of the hotel darted the

- graceful figure of a woman, and dust-stained arms were

“T couldn’t wait, but had .

u or, Pawnee Bill’s Blackfoot Foes.”

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about her, as the strange member of the arriving party
recognized the womanhe loved.

said Wild Bill Hickok, “‘we managed to
get enough information out of the man of the blond

“You see,”

wig and long mustache to be able to find Jimmie Shep-
hard. Anda mighty good chap he is. So we thought
we would ae him ener gta you would be glad
to see him.” is

“I know one person, at least, who is,” said Buffalo
Bill, as he turned his back on the man and woman
standing logerner just below them.

“Now,

think we may safely say that it is finished.”

’ remarked Pawnee Bill, in a low voice, “I

It was found subsequently that the Indian woman
had happened upon the chain of Shephard. She knew
nothing of him.

John Black did mot escape again, and is now prac-
ticing his hypnotism upon the guards in the State’s

prison.
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