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TRAITOR - ‘GUIDE,

“Or, THE VENGEANCE OF ALKALI PETE.

By the author of “BUFFALO BILL.”

CHAPTER 1.

THE TRAP IS SPRUNG.

A long-limbed, raw-boned, hatchet-faced man, clad in

buekskin, stood on a flat, open place deep in a cafion of

‘the Rockies and complacently stroked his narrow chin,

upon which grew a scanty beard of the color of sand.
Presently he turned his sharp, light-blue eyes toward
the little stream that flowed through the cafion. The

banks were lined with cottonwood and wild willow, with
here and there a sycamore. Beyond the ens bank
- was_a shallow, thickly wooded. ravine.
“Pears ter be safe ernuff,” he said to ace “Up.
thar no hoss or pony ever put a foot. No one would

think that ther Red ee of Oso had a camp in that
ravine. No one, did I say? Thar’s one man that might

hunt us out. One man, an’ he’s a holy terror. I'll never

feel safe until he is underground.”
Finding a spot where the stream was narrow. and

_ fording an easy matter, the man crossed, and went up the
_ravine.. Half an hour’s walk- brought him to a cove in
the side of the hill. It had been produced by a landslide,
and was sheltered on three sides by high, precipitous

walls. The open side faced the ravine.
Around the rough table three men were playing cards.
The newcomer, whose. approach had been “heralded by

2 peculiar whistle, threw himself down on the ground
anid: waited. for the game to come to an end. Finally the

cards. were thrust aside, and one of the men who had

been playing said:

“What luck, Dan? Way open?”

“Ther way ts” open, Phil, but thar'’s something at the
upper.end of it that plumb gives me a pain.’

“Soldiers : a

 

“Yes, but they don’t cut any ice. It’s an hombre that’s
with them that makes me wamnter: cuss, an’ cuss. hard.

Buffalo Bill’s ther man. He waltzed inter camp yester- _
, cay an’ it’s shore my opinion that he’s arter us.”

“Do you think he’s suspicious that we are up this
way?” asked another member of the quartet.

Linda Dan shrugged his thin shoulders. “Ef we.
ain't -a-bettin’ that he is, we may fall inter ther soup,”
he ae “It ain't business ter take any chances
when Buffalo Bill is within a hundred miles.’

The man called Phil, a heavily built ruffian, with a
bulldog face and gimlet eyes looking out under shaggy ©
brows, seemed impressed by the earnest words of the new-
comer. He lighted a cigarette, took a few puffs, and
then said:

“The soldiers have come to wait for the treasure wagon,
that’s certain. An’ we can handle the soldiers all right.
The Injuns’ll manage that end of the game. But—Buf--

"< fale. Bil, “That’s shore a horse of another color. He >

mightn’t be wool-pulled. He might take a notion ter
whisper a. warnin’ word inter ther’ year of ther com-
mander. An’ then ag’in, he might stay by ther wagon,an’
not foller with ther soldiers when they waltz off chasin’
Mountain Eagle an’ his redskin outfit. Buffler is a prize
package on ther shoot, an’ fer one I don’t keer ter squint
inter ther muzzle of that thar rifle of hisn if I can do”
tother thing—you hear me?” on eee:
“Ther treasure wagon ought ter oe up along-ther —
trail in about a week,” remarked Maricopa Dan, “an’
a week might be filled plumb full o’-practical doin’s,”
“Jt shore might,’ assented Phil, with a keen look at
the other’s face. oe ae
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sued Dan, as he shifted a cud of tobacco ae one side
of his: eheek to the other, “it would be suthin’ in ther

way of insinooatin’ ef a spoke inter Buffalo William's
wheels, Ef we eould ser ously impair his usefulness, 30"
ter speak, afore ther wagon hikes this way, it shore Ww ould
be nuts fer our scheme.”

“Now | yer oratin’, Dan,” said Phil emphatically. “Drag
yer think works an’ see if ye can’t collar an idee that
we can lick inter shape.”

Maricopa Dan chewed vigorously for a while, ai at
last. said:

“TE been a-thinkin’ that ef Buffer can be steered out
this’ way we might drop onter him from ambush, an’
then. preceed ter Timernate him from ther face of ther
yearth.? |

“Think some more,” urged Phil, his gimlet eyes bat-
ting furiously. “Ye aire doin’ well, fer a starter. Now.
yer hand’s good ter bet on, but yit it ain’t strong ernuff
ter make it invincible. Draw another ee an’ see what
ye git.”

For answet Aeecuge ‘Dan said quietly : Th hev got
it as sure as. ‘butter is grass. Buffler hey. heerd of me,
but he never knowed me ter be mixed up with sich
fellers as you, an’ Jim, an’ Méaly Mouth is. He knows
Vm a gambler, an’ ther last he seen of me was up in
Deadwood two year ago. That bein’ so, I’m ther boy
ter play a trick onto him. | can’t ‘play. it alone, F'll
hev ter hev three of Mountain Eagle’s braves ter help
me out, rl not tell Eagle ther hull business, fer he
might git it inter his head that I needed a little tomia-
hawkin’, He hev twenty Paes an reckon he can
spare three an’ not miss ’em.’

The’ ‘speaker chuckled, and Phil Ladue tried to puzzle
out the’ meaning of his words Jim and Mealy Mouth:
the two ether members of the: gang of outlaws, frowned
when Maricopa Dan paused to bite ‘off a fresh: chew of
tobaceo. ~ They were brothers and only a year apart in
age. ~ Jim Hawky was’ undersized, stocky, and had °
fat, red face, a wide mouth with a short. upper lip, and
an immense ‘Rohan nose. He had an ugly disposition,
and when he smil led and showed his teeth he was flying
a danger signal. When his countenance was in repose
he was’ harmless, ae when the ome came, look out for
squalls.

Mealy Mouth Hawky bore no outward* resemblance to
Jim. He was above the medium: height ‘and rather slen-
der in build. His face was womanish, and he had a
small - mouth, even teeth, ‘and eyes of violet. He was
something of a dandy, and always presented a much
neater appearance than any of his comrades. On account
of his soft, gentle voice and his affectation he had been
given the sobriquet Mealy Mouth. He was utterly ‘with-
out honor, treacherous, crttel, and intensely selfish.

His “given name was Henry, but he was never called
by it.

“Tf you will be kind us £0 come to us point,” he
aoitly drawled, with his eyes on Maricopa Dani's face,

“you will confer a favor on your esteemed - humble sery-

ant. What are you driving at?”

“When ye know yell find ye’ll hey suthin’ ter do.”
returned Dan, ‘with another ‘of his: chuckles, “T know
ye: hev been wantin’ ter Bie Busy’ fer a: week,” Here's
yer chance.” ;

He then proceeded to unfold ‘his chen for the Meda.
And while he “was talking the king

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of scouts was conversing with Lieutenant Mortimer in the
latter’s quarters some ten miles away: :

The camp was located on a Hogback idee oe
two ravines. Buffale Bill had been giving’ advice. The:
Heutenant thoughtfully pondered it. |
““*VYou are sure,” the. officer anid,
tain Eagle that you saw?” : i)

“Sure. He was out of rifle rales. or I might have
had his body to show you.’ But my ‘eyés are: good, and
I made no mistake. He is ‘here im these hills, and the
Red Riders of Oso are with him. ‘Fhat “goes: without
saying, for Mountain Eagle and his ‘twenty braves have
been operating with Phil Ladue’s gang for months. And
what is the natural. deduction? The outlaws ahd ‘the
Indians are waiting for the coming of the’ treasure
wagon. Ladue could easily have learned that the wagoti,
bound for Fort Hastings with government: money for. the
soldiers of that post, left Leavenworth ten days ago.

“And he must also have learned that my command. has
been detailed to act as escort from this point. Would
he not be:a fool, then, to attack the wagon?”

“With the soldiers alongside of it, yes. But Ladue
is cunning; and he has a cunning assistant,; Mealy Mouth
Hawky. My word for it, they have, between. them,
cooked up some scheme to get the better of the soldiers.
1 wish I knew: where the Red Riders are holding’ out.
If I did we could eoneene on ee before the arrival of
the wagon.

“I have scouted’ some since we ae been here, ‘and:
Iam going out again this afternoon. Like as: not Ladue
has spies watching this camp all the time.”

The king of scouts had been detailed by the ‘general
commanding the district to accompany Paina Mor-
timer, and much was’ expected of him.

Buffalo Bill felt his responsibility, and thats: was a
shadow on his handsome face as he set forth that. after-
noon to prospect the country beyond the camp. He fol-
lowed the hogback to its southern end and‘ then’ de-
scended into the hollow at the foot of it’. Here fhe trail
followed the stream which flowed through a deep cafion
that’ ended at the hogback. After journeying’ a. short
distance up the cafion he caught a of a slend er figure
hurrying away from hirn.

The king of scouts instantly tecognized the runner
as Mealy Mouth Hawky. He, then, was the Spy Sent out
by Phil Eadue, and he had probably~- discovered the de-
parture from ay came of the enemy now coming up the
cafion,

Buffalo- Bill “increased his speed. He “Gite not beliévé
Mealy Motith suspected that he had been seen. There
was the chance, then, that the outlaw might” be followed
to the rendezvous of the gang. ee

Some rocks presently hid the outlaw from view. “Ar-
riving at them, the king of scouts looked along the trail,
which for a quarter of a mile could be ee seen, but
there was no sign of the outlaw.

Buffalo Bill scanned the ground all about’ ihe rocks, to
no purpose. There were ‘no footprints, but there was
an abundance of rocks. Upon and ‘over these the spy
might have made his escape. On one ‘side’ of the cation,
high, impassable ' ‘walls arése. The spy could not have
gone up there. | On ie ‘other oe there were oes and
brush. ue Mae Bie ee ek,
After sudying? the Situation’ for a‘ few: rhoments Bul-
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up the bank, and, hidden by the brush, had proceeded far
enough to permit a safe return to the trail. In this
belief the scout continued to follow the trail.

Half an hour’s travel brought him to a pile of bowlders
that formed the northern boundary of a level piece of
ground about forty feet square. He was out of sight of
the level place and was about to essay the climb of ‘the
bowlders when he heard voices beyond, coming from the
flat. One of the voices was that of a white man, and it
was charged with hoarse, excited supplication.

“Fer Heaven’s sake!” it said, “don’t hang me.
bullet inter me an’ hev done with it.”

An Indian, an Arapahoe, answered in his native tongue:
“The Great Spirit has spoken. White men’s way for white
devils.” ye

“Great Spirit nothing!’ snarled the white man. “Why

don’t- ye be honest an’ say that ther Red Riders com-
manded ye ter hang me?”
_ There was no reply to this, and the white man went on:
“Ye know Phil Ladue put ye up ter this, Ye know I had
a row with him an’ threatened ter give him an’ his whole
thievin’ outfit away an’ that he sent me a-packin’, and at
the same time sent ye an’ yer pards arter me ter do
me up.” -

Buffalo Bill listened no longer. Cautiously he climbed
up on one of the bowlders until he could look over it and
into the flat. What he saw aroused both his indignation
and his combativeness. :

At the farther end of the flat stood a white man with a
reata around his neck. The other end of the rope was in
the hands of an Indian. This Indian was up a tree di-
rectly over the victim, and in the tree were two other
Indians. It was evidently the intention of the redskin
trio to throw the slack end of the rope over a branch,

. and, when the proper time came. to draw up the man
until he should be suspended between earth and sky.

The time came a moment after the king of scouts
had takea in the scene. The rope was thrown over a
branch and the three Indians began to pull, and at the
same time the victim let out a screech that could have
heen heard a mile away.

Then the scout’s rifle. spoke. Crack! crack!
and from the tree fell three dead Arapahoes. The first
shot caused the Indians to drop the reata. and when Buf-
-falo Bill leaped from the bowlder to the ground he found
the white man dancing a jig.

“Bully for you, old hoss,”’ he shouted, in the exuber-
ance of his delight. ‘You sartinly take the persimmon.”

‘Buffalo Bill removed the rope from the white man’s
neck, and then said: “I have never met you, but you
answer the description of a gambler who used to hang
out in Deadwood. His name was Maricopa Dan.”

“An’ that’s shore my handle,” responded the other.
Then he added, with a heartiness so admirably assumed
that it deceived the scout: “It ain’t easy to mistake you.
Thar’s but one Buffalo Bill, an’ you’re ther man. “Put it
there, an’ consider me yer friend fer life.”

The king of scouts shook hands with the deceiver and
then asked an explanation of the scene he had witnessed.

“Tt’s a case o’ git even,” was the ready reply. “I’m
ashamed ter say it, but for a month I been herdin’ with

Phil Ladue an’ his gang. I never, what ye might say,
reg’larly belonged ter ther measly outfit—I war just
hidin’ in among ’em. Thar’s a card sharp over in Denver

Puce

swore ter hev my life fer runnin’ off with a dame he’d

him.

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taken a shine to, an’ as my pistol arm hev been bad fer _
six weeks, I concluded to seek some quiet spot an’ git well
afore ‘lowin’ Gunnison Joe ter take a shot at me. As
luck would have it I bumped up again’ Phil Ladue on
ther road ter Poso Chine, an’, havin’ known him years
ago in Chicago, I war mighty glad ter see him. He said
he war lyin’ low an’ had no use fer policemen an’ Uncle
Sam’s boys, an’ if I wanted ter stay in his camp a while
he’d be pleased ter hev me. :

“IT war shore enough pleased, an’ I moseyed along with
I found he was ther captain of a band of outlaws’
that had all been killed off but three. He didn’t ask me
ter jine, an’ I wouldn't hev j'ined ef he had asked me.
One day we played keerds an’ I'll be squashed ef Phil
didn’t try ter double cross me. Tried plain robbery on
his old friend. What do ye think o’ that?” - .

The king of scouts smiled at the speaker's indigna-
tion. As yet no suspicion that Maricopa Dan was telling
him a fairy tale,had entered his mind.

“T riz up. onto my hind legs when I spotted the work,
an’ handed Phil one atween the eyes. Fer five minutes we
had it hot an’ heavy. I shore would have done him up
ef it hadn’t been fer a measly stan’-up-an’-take-salts they
call Mealy Mouth Hawky. He’ lit onto my. backbone
an’ held me while Phil put ther kibosh to me.”

“When did this happen?” questioned Buffalo Bill.

“A week ago. For twenty-four hours I war kep’ a

- prisoner, an’ then Phil turned me loose an’ told me ter

make quick time in gettin’ out of ther Territory. I war
hoppin’ mad at ther time, an’ I cussed him up hill an’
down dale. I told him I’d bust up his gang ef I had ter
spend ten years a-doin’ it. He didn’t say anything, but
ther dern pirate acted. He sent them ‘Rapahoes arter
me. He’d been collogin’ with Mountain Eagle, an’ it
war easy fer him ter git ther redskins, It war lucky you
came when ye did. In another minute I’d ha’ been a dead
one. An’ that reminds me. What yer doin’ down this
way?” b

“T am looking for the rendezvous of the Red Riders of
Oso.”

“Ther dickens ye be!
want ter tie to.”

“Vl tie all right, my, friend.
camp is, I suppose?’

“I can lead ye to it inside of an hour.
three mile from here.”

“Then. take me to
morrow I’ll lead the soldiers to the spot.
troop of cavalry on the Cimarron hogback.”

“Good! an’ we'll hey work fer ’em to-morrow, shore.
as. shootin’.”

In a short time the king of scouts and his guide were
on their way to the outlaw’s camp. They had traveled
about three-quarters of an hour, and were still in the
cafion, when Maricopa Dan lowered his voice to a whis-
per.- ;

“We're close to ther place,’ he said. “Move mighty
cautious now.”

Presently they came to a natrow point of the ‘cafion,
so narrow that to keep to the trail they had to proceed
single file. Upon either side the chapparal grew thick
among the rocks, and Buffalo Bill was looking up the
hill and noting the many fine hiding places, when a lasso
settled about ‘his neck and he was jerked roughly to
the ground. The next moment he was set upon by 2

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score of Indians and outlaws. He could make but a poor
resistance on account of the pressure of the lasso about
his windpipe, but he did the best he could. At last he
was beaten into insensibility.

CHAPTER II.

BUFFALO BILL IN A TIGHT PLACE.

An hour after the attack and capture Buffalo Bill

opened his eyes. He was lying on the ground in a little
hollow near the summit of a rocky ridge. About him
were grouped the four members of the gang commanded
by Phil Ladue, and over a dozen Arapahoes.

The king of scouts had been roughly used. His head
ached and he was sore from more than a score of cuts
and bruises. But. his brain was clear, and he at once
realized the critical condition in which he was placed.

His eyes swept the faces around him, and then rested
coldly on that of Maricopa Dan.

“You played your cards very well,” he said.

“T reckon,” was the chuckling reply. “You had started
out to find our camp, an’ ye run acrost three of Mountain
Eagle’s braves. If ye hadn’t surprised ‘em, ye never
would ha’ got away with the works. I war out huntin’
with my pards an’ some Arapahoes, an’ got thar in.-time
to settle your hash. Pity ye slaughtered those Injuns,
though. Mountain Eagle’s powerful worked up over ther
matter. Says he’s shore goin’ ter git even.”

“Doesn't he know just what occurred? That you de-
liberately sacrificed the lives of the three braves?”

Maricopa Dan put on an expression of amazement. ‘‘Ye
must hev bugs in yer idee factory,” he said.. “Mountain
Eagle knows what happened, an’ he ain’t ready ter listen
ter no romances.”

Buffalo Bill did not pursue the subject. He saw that
his. words would have no effect upon the minds of the
Indians, who had accepted without question the story of
the crafty and unscrupulous outlaw. In order to carry
out the plan he had arranged he had permitted the killing
of three Arapahoes. Why had he done this? Why
had he not so planned the trick that the king of scouts
would have been killed by the gang in ambush? These
questions were answered after the Indians had withdrawn
from the hollow.

Phil Ladue furnished the light that was needed.

“T could have had you killed without losin’ a man,
white or copper face, but that didn’t suit. You’re booked
ter go, all right, but afore we sets ther ball rollin’ that'll
send you ter kingdom come, we plots ter have some fun
with you, You have been a thorn in our sides fer many
a year, an’ now we've got you we want ter make ther
most of ther gettin’. Say, you’re ther mouse an’ we rep-
ersent the cat. D’ye rope ther idee?”

“And you expect that my death will leave you a clear
field to the robbery of the treasure wagon, do you?”

“That’s my expectation, William,” composedly responded
the captain of the outlaws.

“You forget the soldiers. You haven’t men enough
to cope with Mortimer’s force.”

“Won't have ter cope with ’em. Ther soldiers won’t
be with ther wagon when we swoops down on it.”

“Not on yer hackamore,” put in Maricopa Dan. “A

part of ’em will be out huntin’ you, an’ Mountain. Eagle
_ will attack what’s left of ‘em artet I’ve got in my little
monkey work, ther kind that walked your log, Buffler.”

   

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“And what is your little game, if 1 may ask?”

“Didn't I tell ye? Vl shore lead ‘em into a trap.. Ef
we git Mortimer alive, we'll send you’n him off together.”

The villain would not go into details, but it was evident
from his expression that he had the utmost confidence in
the scheme he had concocted.

The outlaws drew aside and consulted hgeihce and
after a time the king of scouts was left alone with Mealy
Mouth Hawky.

Buffalo Bill’s wounds, mainly in the shape of bruises
and cuts, had been carefully and skillfully attended to,
and but for the pressure of the cords about his wrists and
ankles he would have stood stoically the physical suffering
that the brutal attack on him had entailed.

“I don’t suppose my request will be favorably con-
sidered,” he said to his guard, “but if you would loosen
these cords a little so as to permit the blood to circulate,
T would like it.”

Mealy Mouth Hawky grinned, and shook his head.

“Afraid of me, are you? Afraid, with that revolver
and that knife of yours, and me, stiff and sore and un-
armed?” sneered the prisoner. “I am surprised. | al
ways imagined that you were anything but a coward.”

The outlaw’s face flushed. “I am not a coward,’ he
replied, “but at the same time [ am no fool.”

“Would it make you a fool to do as I have asked?”

“Sure. You're tied up for keeps, and if I should loosen
your cords you might be able to get out of them.”

“How could I with you watching me? Am I such a
terrible proposition that you dare not face me with all the
advantage on your side? Own up, Hawky. You are
afraid of me. You know you are a weak sister, and that
I am able to stand up against a dozen such whippersnap-
pers as you are.”

The outlaw arose—he had been sitting on the ground—
and with features convulsed with furious passion walked
to the side of the prostrate king of scouts. His impulse
was to give his enemy a vicious kick, but he restrained
himself, and instead, stooped: and began to loosen the
cords that bound the prisoner. Having done what the
king of scouts had requested, Mealy Mouth Hawky walked
away a few feet and again sat down.

“Much obliged,” said the scout, as he turned over and
fixed his eyes on the scowling countenance of the out-
law.

“Where have your comrades gone?” questioned Buffalo
Bill, after a pause.

“To work a little scheme on Lieutenant Mortimer,
Maricopa Dan gave you an idea of it.”

“Will it be worked to-day ?”

“If Dan’s brain is worth anything, it will.”

Buffalo Bill frowned. The outlaw laughed. “Wouldn’t
you like to be on the road to stop the scheme?” he
chuckled. “Oh, wouldn’t you? I am betting that you are
not in a very pleasant frame of mind.”

Mealy Mouth Hawky had quite recovered his ordinary
coolness. He now seemed to take a delight in the ,situa-
tion, but he would have been surprised had he inawe
that Buffalo Bill had succeeded in releasing one of his
hands, But the hand was not raised. It remained pressed
on the other while the scout waited for the moment when
he might make effective use of it.

Buffalo Bill did not reply to Hawky’s questions.
face took on a look of. pain, “Hawk,”

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am dying, for a smoke. Couldn’t you put a cigarette be-
- tween my lips and light it for me?”
“Certainly,” was the prompt response.

The cigarette was produced, and the outlaw, all thought

of danger gone for the moment, stepped to Buffalo Bill’s
side, ‘and, stooping, placed the cigarette between the scout’s
lips. As he did so he met with the surprise of his life.
Out came one of Buffalo Bill’s arms and quickly follow-
ing it came the other. They encircled the outlaw’s body
in a sickenng squeeze, and Mealy Mouth Hawky was
thrown over on his back with his adversary on top of him.
His arms were inclosed, and he could make no use of them.
Struggle he did, but it was like the strugge of an infant
in the arms of its mother.
- Soon Buffalo Bill drew out one of his hands and with
it removed his enemy’s revolver and knife. A little chok-
ing made Mealy Mouth Hawky for a moment powerless
for harm. The moment was sufficient for the scout’s pur-
pose. With the knife he cut the cords which held his
ankles, and a few minutes later the positions of the two
men were reversed. Mealy Mouth Hawky lay on the
ground, bound hand and foot, while near him, with limbs
free, sat the king of scouts, smoking a cigarette.

“Mealy Mouth, it is now close upon dark,” said Buf-
falo Bill, “As you won't tell where I can find the
Indians and outlaws who are preparing to insnare
Lieutenant Mortimer, it behooves me to get a move on if
I expect to come upon them to-night. .I’ll have to leave
you here. After the lieutenant and I have squared ac-
counts with the redskins and the Red Riders, I will come
back for you. So good-by for the present. While I am
away think of Iowa and the delights of the cornfield.”

Buffalo Bill limbered up as he followed the trail of
the enemy. It was his plan to locate the Indians and out-
laws, and then push on to the camp of the cavalry and
notify the lieutenant of his discoveries. He had gone
but a mile when his quick ear caught the sound of ap-
proaching footsteps. Some one was coming along the
trail, and the conviction was flashed upon the mind of the

scout that the oncomer was either an Indian or a Red

Rider sent back to see if all were right at the camp.
Concealing himself in the bushes, he waited for a sight
of the enemy. It was an Arapahoe who came stealing
along the trail. He was a tall, powerfully built fellow with

a hideously painted face.

As he looked, the scout’s eyes glistened. A plan had
come to him. It was feasible, and if luck favored him in
the coming encounter he would try it.

The Arapahoe stopped before he came opposite the
hiding place of his enemy. He had seen the mark of alien
feet in the trail ahead of him. His alert mind instantly
grasped the truth. The enemy was hidden and near him.
There was a latge tree on one side of the path, and he
sprang behind it. Buffalo Bill witnessed the movement,
and, knew he would find his work more difficult than he
had anticipated.

With revolvers ready each waited for a sight of some
portion of the body of the other. Moments passed and
neither moved his position. At last the king of scouts
made up his mind to a bold and risky action.

Springing from his place of shelter, he faced the In-
dian and fired. The bullet struck the Arapahoe’s left
arm, breaking the bone near the elbow. The pistol in the
redskin’s right hand was instantly exploded, but the bul-
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the uninjured arm and wrested the revolver from it.
struggle for life and death followed.

The Arapahoe was a foeman worthy of the science
and strength of the king of scouts. For a moment they
swayed back and forth in a close embrace. Then, as their
feet became interlocked, they fell to the ground, the In-
dian uppermost. But Buffalo Bill was as supple as he
was strong. With a mighty effort he threw his foe over
on the right side, so that he had no use of either arm.

The Arapahoe had at his waist a tomahawk. Buffalo
Bill tried to get possession of it, and in the effort he
slightly relaxed his grasp. Taking instant advantage of
his opportunity, the Indian again became uppermost.

Buffalo Bill now lay on the ground, with the Arapa-
hoe’s knees on his breast. The tomahawk was seized, and,
raising it, the king of scouts might have been brained |
if something unlooked for had not happened. ie,

A pistol cracked, and the Arapahoe fell over with a
bullet in his brain.

Buffalo Bill sat up and looked at his. rescuer.

“Alkali Pete, by all that’s sweetening!”

The tall, lanky, homely-faced plainsman, partner of
the king of scouts in many a’ strenuous nee stepped
forward,.a smoking revolver in his hand.

“Buffler, is it? Waal, I reckoned it mout be a feller
citizen of about yer size. Glad ter meet ye? Livin’ yer
about?”

With a laugh of joy he seized the right hand of his
old comrade and squeezed it heartily.

CHAPTER Til,
HAND TO HAND.

Never were two men more pleased to meet than Buf-
falo Bill and Alkali Pete.

“Did you drop from the clouds, Pete?” said the king
of scouts, as he gazed affectionately into the face of his
friend. “I have wanted you for days, and when I wanted
you most, behold! there you were.”

“Not hevin’ a balloon an’ bein’ shy on wings, I can’t
say as I drapped none, Buffer. I shore kem straight
from ther camp.”

“What brought you to the camp?”

“Want o’ suthin’ ter do. I hearn ye war with ther
troop an’ I smelled a scrap. So on I. moseyed from
Laramie, hittin’ ther camp pout an hour arter you ire
lit out ter do some scoutin’?

“How did you guess I was on this trail?”

“Didn’t gttess, war told.”

“Told?” looking at the lanky plainsman in astonish-
ment. “Who could Have told you?’

“A thievin’, hatchet-faced son of a coyote called Nir
copa Dan. He onlimbered an’ spit out ther hull business.”

Buffalo Bill’s astonishment grew greafer. “Where did
you meet the fellow, and how did you get him to talk?”
he eagerly questioned.

Alkali Pete grinned. “I didn’t meet him an’ he didn’t
do no talkin’ ter me. Want ter know how it war, I.
reckon. Waal, I’ll tell ye. Ef I hed taken your route
atter leavin’ camp I moutn’t hev. struck Dan. But I
didn’t go your way, an’ so not an hour ago I kem mighty
nigh runnin’ inter a mob of Arapahoes an’ Red Riders.
» Lucky
I seen ’em in time. I hiked inter ther bushes, expectin’
that they would go by. But they didn’t, an’ that’s whar

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1 score a big p’int. They squatted down on ther trail
not far from whar I war hid an’ took a rest. Pooty soon
Maricopa Dan an’ Phil Ladue—I know ther rapscallion—
got ter talkin’. Dan allowed as how he could go ter camp
an’ by repersentin’ that. he war an escape from the camp
of ther Red Riders, that ye hed rescued him, an’ that
he hed come from you, could induce ther lieutenant ter
send out a detachment of his men ter capture ther out-
law outfit. Ther job is ter be- worked ter-night an’ the
soldiers are ter be led inter a trap an’ massacreed.”

Buffalo Bill heard this statement with visible uneasi-
ness.

“Pete,” he said quickly, “I should like to hear all your
story, but now is not the time to continue it. We must
hurry on and warn the lieutenant.” :

“Hold: on, hold on, Buffer. Don’t get excited. Thar’s
no tush. Ther Aparahoe an’ Red Rider outfit is lyin’
low not three miles from here, an’ ther soldiers won’t
leave ther camp until two o'clock in ther mornin’.”

“Sure of that?”

“That’s ther plan. Squat down thar an’ hear me out.
We shore hev got time. While I whar in ther bushes
ther hull scheme was gone over. Dan is ter go ter ther
-camp an’ tell ther lieutenant that ther right time ter ketch
ther gang is just afore daylight. That’s ther time when
they will be sleepin’ ther soundest. See?”

maces. acon.

“Dan is ter put this up as your plan, Buffler. He is
simply actin’ as your agent or messenger.”

“And when is he to go to the camp?”

“He’s gone by this time.” —

“Did you wait until the gang had moved on?”

“I shore did. They war ter git in ambush half a mile
on, an’ when they war all settled Dan was ter pint fer
camp. It’s now “bout seven o'clock. So, ye see, we hev
plenty of time ter git in our work an’ spile Mister Dan’s
little game.” ;

“We may and we may not have time, Pete,” returned
Buffalo Bill soberly. . “The plan may have been changed.
You don’t know what was said just before Maricopa Dan
started for camp. We mustn’t take any chances. Come
on. Let’s move.” is

“All right; ye aire boss. Anyway, we kin queer that
aire massacree. Ef we should be too later ter warn ther
lieutenant, we kin take a hand when ther ambushin’ is
goin’ on. Mebbe ef we do, ther ambush won't pan out
ther way them redskin an’ Red Rider skunks aire figurin’.”

“If we strike camp too late, how are we going to’ in-
terfere in the ambush scheme?”

“We'll know afore we hit camp, ef we do, whether or
not ther time fer ther massacree hey been changed. We'll
sneak on ther rondyvoo of ther achin’-ter-be massacreers,
an’ mebbe they'll tell us what ther peppergram is.”

“That's a good idea, Pete, but I think I have a ‘better
one, Before you arrived, and just after I had got a sight
of the Indian you killed, I had formed the plan of dress-
ing myself in that redskin’s togs and going into the camp
of the red and white devils. Now that you are here and
have given me the lay of the land there is stronger »
reason than ever why I should carry out my: intention,
Here is what I propose: I will play Arapahoe and enter
the camp of the enemy while you go on and warn the
lieutenant. If he has already started, you may meet him
on the way. By this plan we will make sure that the am-

bush will not pan out as- planned.”

_“Ye aire sartinly good at schemin’, Buffler,” responded
Alkali Pete, “an’ I plays ther hand ye’ve passed ter me.”

Buffalo Bill worked with rapidity. After he had donned
the dead Indian’s garments he proceeded to paint his
face after the manner of the slain Arapahoe. The pig-
ments were found in a bag hung from the victim’s neck.
After the operation had been finished, the king of scouts
was so well disguised that Alkali Pete was loud in his
commendation.

An hour later the two scouts were close upon the spot
selected for the ambush. It was a little hollow with
bowlders on either side. The trail led through the hollow
and the Indians and outlaws were to be ‘concealed be-
behind the bowlders. When the soldiers entered the hollow
the massacre was to begin. j

The scouts parted, Alkali Pgte to make his way to
the camp of the cavalry and Buffalo Bill to go forward to
the hollow.

The king of scouts counted on the darkness to greatly
favor his scheme of deception. He could speak the In-
dian language, and he hoped after stating briefly that all

» was well at the outlaw’s camp, to keep to himself until the

time should come for him to act.

As the Indians of America are noted for their taciturn-
ity, the scout did not anticipate any trouble in carrying
out his role, and he was about to descend into the hollow
when the thought came to him that a signal to announce
the approach of a friend had probably been arranged
before the Arapahoe had left his fellows to go upon his
mission. ~ ce

If a signal had been agreed upon and he should not
give it, a descent into the hollow might result in instant
death.

Buffalo Bill paused and wrinkled his. brow in anxious
thought. He was in a:-most perplexing predicament.

A stir in the bushes behind him sent him to cover with
the quickness of lightning. Some one was coming, but
not along the trail he had just traversed. Who could it
be? Alkali Pete? Possibly. ‘The king of scouts hoped
that the encounter would prove to be his comrade, though
the two had parted not ten minutes before.

Presently an Indian stepped into the trail not twenty
feet from Buffalo Bill’s cover. He was breathing heavily
and had evidently been running. At sight of the redskin
the king of scouts guessed the truth. With the direc-
tion and cunning for which they were noted, the Arapahoes
had sent out two scouts to investigate matters at the out-
laws’ camp. They had not gone together, but had taken
different routes, one—the Arapahoe slain by Buffalo Bill
—taking the regular trail, the other going along the
hill and through the bushes. The design was obvious.
If there should be danger in either of the two routes, the
scout taking the safe one would be sure to discover it
and bring the warning to the main force commanded by
Mountain Eagle and Phil Ladue.

Buffalo Bill determined that the Indian should never
enter the hollow to tell his startling story. A struggle
at that point would be fraught with the gravest danger,
for any noise would likely bring the outlaws and Indians
in the hollow quickly to the scene. Therefore there must
be no noise. He must silence the Arapahoe before the
tdskin’s lips could utter a sound.

_ The Indian had passed beyond the king of scout’s hid-
ing place, and was near the top of the little hill which de-
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and two hands with fingers of steel were
by the weight of Buffalo Bill’s body, but luckily
dangerous noise,

The victim could not ‘struggle, sO tight was the grip
about his throat. He.was as limp as a rag, and when he
was dragged away up the trail to a safe place he could
make no resistance,

The scout removed his fingers from their breath-
stopping position, and then quickly secured the Indian’s
hands and feet. The victim recovered consciousness soon

without

afterward, and did just what his captor wanted him to do.

He uttered a peculiar. ery.
answered.

The king of scouts drew the captive out of the trail
and then started for the hollow. He had secured. the
signal.

At the rim of the ie tlogs he repeated the cry which he
had heard. It was again answered, Now, with per-
fect confidence, he went down the incline, and there in
the hollow was.a group of Indians and outlaws. No fires
had been lighted in the place, and there was no moon
shining. Forms only could be distinguished.

A tall Arapahoe wearing the feathers of a chief was

A moment. passed, and it was

the first to speak.

_ “Why. has _Nekimwa come alone: oF was the question,
Nekimwa, otherwise. Buffalo Bill, had expected this
interrogation and was ready with the answer.

“My brother told Nekimwa to carry this ‘request ‘fo.

Mountain Eagle. He wishes to stay with Hawky, the
white brother, because Hawky is afraid to be left alone
yah ‘the great. white warrior who is a prisoner.’

“Afraid, is he?” sneered Phil Ladue. “What is- he
afraid of?”

“Buffalo Bill is strong, ‘strong as a giant, “and he may
burst his bonds.”

“What if he did? Hasn't Mealy Mouth got a gun,
and don’t he know how ter use it?” i

“Nekimwa cannot answer. He can only say what he
has been told to say.” He folded his arms and hoped
that no more questions would be asked. “Mountain Eagle
remained silent for some moments. | Then he said: _

“Dancing Buck has done right, There should ‘be two
to guard the mighty scout of the Americans,”

“That’s so,” assented Ladue, “Good . thing, after all,
that Dancing Buck stayed behind. _We can't afford to
miss the show that Buffalo Bill is goin’ ter provide for us.”

_The king of scouts smiled. He was feeling easy in
mind. -He had not expected. that his explanation of the
absence of the other Indian would be received without
murmurs of disapproval.

In the midst of his agreeable reflections an Arapahoe
brave spoke words to Mountain Eagle that entirely al-
tered the complexion of affairs.

“Dancing Buck must have eaten of the loco weed to
have said that he wanted to stay away from his brothers,
the braves of. Mountain Eagle, while the slaying of the
white. soldiers was going. on. Did he not say but a few
hours: ago that he would dance with joy when the sol-
diers reached the hollow, and that while he ‘killed, killed,
killed,’ he would remember that | he. was wiping. out the
score owed by. the soldiers who slew his father and made
a, slave of his Sister ? | ins
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Mountain Eagle nodded his head. He remembered what
ane Buck had said, But as yet he did. Not suspect
the truth,

“Did Dancing Buck want to stay at the camp 2” he
asked the false Nekimwa. cae He

“Did not Nekimwa say that the wish was ‘Dancing
Buck’s ?” Oe

“You did, sure,” put in Phil Ladue. “But what we
want ter git at is ther real reason fer inducin’ Dancin’
Buck ter give up ther chance af playin’ a leading part in
ther massacree. Can you help us out?”

Buffalo Bill had got his cue. “Nekimwa Hes
knows why Dancing Buck stayed behind. He fee to
take the scalp of Buffalo Bill, and when he las done
that he will come to the peas and come in time for
taking part in the massacre.”

“He hasn't forgotten, baa “when the little affair is
scheduled to come off?” questioned Ladue. oa

“No, he is well aware that it will. take place about ‘three
o'clock in the morning. He knows that Maricopa Dan
will start the soldiers from the camp at two o'clock.” «.

“He is, is he?” returned Ladue quickly. “Then who
could have told him? When he left us, ‘when you left us,
It was after his de eparture an
yourn that the time was “changed.”

Mountain Eagle and. his braves closed about. ‘the king
of scouts. He saw that he had put his foot in it. There
was suspicion in the air. In the dead -silence that. fol-
lowed Ladue’s words, Buffalo Bill tried to find a way. out
of the terrible dilemma. In yain. The thing could not
be explained except to his undoing. He did not speak
the next words. They Gomic. sot the lips of Mountain
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Oe a are not “Nekimwa, you He ear no een
The cornered king of scouts struck out with his. right,
and the chief went down like a log. The next moment
out came the scout’s revolvers and he was blazing away,
right and left.

Before there could be effective return fire, he was. _out
of the hollow and running ‘like a deer. :

_ There was, of course, a “pursuit,. “but in. “the darkness,
and with his superior knowledge of woodcraft, ‘Buffalo
Bill managed to evade the pursuers. He Feached the
camp. of the cavalry ‘before. midnight. ce

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Hastening to Lieutenant ‘Mortimer’s quarters, ‘he. ‘asked
the sentry to announce . him. eu

“Why,-he’s gone. .Didn’t you- thaw Mr. Cody?” |

“Gone? . Where?” asked the bewildered scout...

“Gone to wipe out the Red Riders and. Arapahoes... He
took fifty of the boys and: left about an. hour ago. Which
way did: you come?”’. cae Wek

The king of scouts had come a pacidanone Ways: He
had avoided the: an the better to eee from his pur-
suers.

“Did Maricopa Dan act as’ guide?” was e-auessou.

“{ don’t: know’ the fellow’s name, Mr. Cody, but he. is
a tall; hatchet-faced, ugly- mouthed: + aap: “whe, paid he had

-been rescued by you.’

“That's the Tee = Which way did they er By
the trail?”

: “They started off ‘that’ way. dont iow the oe

gram.’

Buffalo Bill. was: about to turn away whien -somiethi ug
occurred to him,

  

 

     
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“Oh, by the way,” he said, “did Alkali Pete come in
before the lieutenant left?” .
“No, 1 haven't seen him since he’ went away in the
afternoon to look - you up.”

In anything but a happy frame of mind Buffalo. Bill
started for the trail for the purpose of overtaking the lieu-
tenant. and his men. The plan of ambush must again
have been changed. Would the Indians and outlaws re-
main in the hollow, and would he be in time to prevent a
massacre if, in spite of his adventure in the hollow, one
had been programed to take place? —

CHAPTER IV. .
THE MISADVENTURE OF ALKALI PETE.

the flight of Buffalo Bill from the hollow was fol-
lowed by groans and curses. Two Indians had been slain
and three more had been wounded. Phil Ladue did the
cursing. He was beside himself with rage, and he let
loose the vials of his passion upon the, head of Mountain
Eagle, the chief of the Arapahoes.

“A nice set of braves your men are!” he hissed. “Two
of ‘em, the pick of the outfit, not able ter dodge Buffalo
Bill, much less git away with him. An’ see what he. did
a few minutes ago. Wiped | out two more an’ spoiled ther
chances ter do business ter-day of three others. [’m sick
of you an’ your whole tribe. I might as well have tied
up with a bunch of cottontail rabbits.” i

Mountain Eagle knew that Ladue’s bark was worse than
his bite. He had had words with the outlaw leader before
and had scored by answering him in kind. Therefore
he said cuttingly: “If the braves of Mountain Eagle
are rabbits, then the followers of the white bandit are
whining curs. Mealy Mouth Hawky is the right-hand
man of Phil Ladue, and he whines and is afraid because
he is left alone to guard a bound prisoner. His tears
fall in torrents upon the ground. The water rolls over
the prisoner, it swells, then rots the bonds, and lo! the
prisoner is free. Mealy Mouth does not shoot. He is
still crying, perhaps for his mother, who lives far away
among the white people.”

Ladue’s sense of humor was fairly developed. It now
contributed to the cooling of his anger.
“Say no more,” he said, with a laugh. “We are in

the same boat, and we’ve got to make the best of what
has happened. And we may hit ther bull’s-eye yet. It’s
a safe bet that Buffalo Bill will not run up against ther
soldiers while he is on his way to ther camp. Ther way
they are comin’ is off ther main trail, an’ in a direction
opposite ter that Buffalo Bill took when he lit out. Maybe
ther Injuns who started after him may salt his bacon,”

aoe * * * * Me ate

_ Ina short time one of the Arapahoes returned from the
pursuit, He reported that Buffalo Bill had not fled by the
trail, but had turned to the left and was making a long
and wide detour in his effort to reach the camp of the
cavalry. The Indian had not thought it necessary to con-
tinue the pursuit, as two members of his tribe had been
in advance of him and would follow the dreaded scout and
kill him, if possible. In reply to questions put to him by
Mountain Eagle, he said he had fired twice at the fugitive,
but in the semidarkness had not been able to take good
aim, ;

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tion. Buffalo Bill had gone far to the left of the trail.
The soldiers, guided by Maricopa Dan, were coming from
the right, and therefore there was little likelihood that
the king of scouts woe intercept Lieutenant ‘Mortimer.

“We are all right,’ ’ he said to Mountain Eagle. -“The
ambush will go ‘cordin’ ter program, ‘an’ Buffalo. Bill, if
he gits here at all, will strike ther hollow arter everything
is over. If he does, we will get him.”

The Arapahoe chief was of the same opinion, and in
further speaking of the matter took occasion to throw a
few bouquets at himself. He it was who. had insisted
on making a second change in the program for the night.
Ladue had proposed the plan to have the soldiers leave
the camp at two o'clock in the morning, but Mountain
Eagle, knowing that Buffalo Bill was at the camp, had
urged an earlier time. It was his opinion, and events
showed that it was the right one, that the king of scouts
would likely be out scouting during the evening, and that
the adoption of Ladue’s plan would be attended with great
risk.

“There is risk any way we look at it,’ he said, “but
there will be less of it if we fix the ambuscade for the
earliest possible hour.”

Maricopa Dan coincided with this view, and when he
set out on his mission of treachery it was with the in-
struction to have Lieutenant Mortimer and his force at
the hollow by ten o'clock.

As the services of every Indian and outlaw would be
needed in the bloody work scheduled for the night, a Red
Rider was sent out to bring in Mealy Mouth Hawky, if
that member of the band were still alive. Shortly before
ten o'clock the two Arapahoes who had continued the
pursuit of Buffalo Bill returned with the report. that
they had lost track of the scéut when within about a mile
of the military camp. They also reported that the sol-
diers were coming, and that Maricopa Dan was guiding
them.

The report had scarcely been concluded before Mealy
Mouth Hawky made his appearance. He had little to
say for himself, and Phil Ladue, noting the soft-spoken
villain’s lowering brow, wisely forbore to taunt him on
his inability to guard a bound and helpless prisoner.
Hawky’s services would be required very soon, and they
would be valuable, for he was a dead shot.

Ten o’clock came and found the Indians and Red Riders
properly disposed in their places of concealment. Ten
minutes passed, and both Mountain Eagle and Ladue
were wondering what had detained’ the soldiers, when a”
Arapahoe who had been sent out to scout came in and
reported that the soldiers were coming. He had counted
them, and there were twenty-five. Maricopa Dan was
with them, for he had seen the outlaw walking by the
side of the lieutenant,

Ladue was not pleased at the news. He had counted
on meeting a larger force of soldiers. With more than
half the troop left behind, the affair of the treasure wagon

‘would be beset with ditieuites which might, not be over-

come.

Soon was heard the tramp of feet. The fiends in am-
bush’ waited, finger on trigger, for the moments when the
slaughter could be inaugurated. Suddenly the advance of
the enemy was checked. No more sounds were heard.
Silence reigned in the section contiguous - to ‘the hollow.

“What is up?? Ladue whispered to Mountain Eagle.

“Something’s wrong, as sure as shootin’.”

    

       
  
  

 

The chief touched one of his braves on the shoulder.
“Go,” he whispered, in Arapahoe, “find out why soldiers
have stopped,” _

The Indian, a young, lithe member of the tribe, glided
away in the darkness. Five minutes went by and he had
not returned. Ten, fifteen minutes, and still the brave
remained away.

Ladue grew uneasy. In an agitated whisper he said to

Mountain Eagle: ‘‘The tables. have been turned. It’s
-we who are in a trap. Can’t ye understand what this
‘slip-up of Maricopa Dan’s means? He started out with
ther lieutenant, and the lieutenant had fifty men. Buffalo
Bill butted in an’ Dan’s game was queered. The force
was divided, an’ now while we are waitin’ here there’s
foes in front of us an’ foes back of us. They are lyin’
low, waitin’ for daylight So they can locate us. “We're
in a hole.”

“Not yet,” said Mountain Eagle cately, “The soldiers
may have divided, but there has not been time for one
part of them to get to our rear. There has been no
noise. That means that the soldiers detailed to cut us
off from the rear have taken a roundabout way to reach
a spot to command the hollow. Now is our chance. We
must retreat, and when out of the hollow take to the
brush.”

The order was at once given, and within five minutes
the entire force of Indians and outlaws were stealing
silently away, going in the direction of the camp from
which Buffalo Bill had escaped several hours before.

This action might not have been successful if either
Buffalo Bill or Alkali Pete had been with the soldiers in
front of the hollow. But the king of scouts had not
yet come up with the soldiers, and Alkali Pete was guid-
ing the detachment sent to guard the other exit from the
hollow. The lanky plainsman had reached the camp of the
cavalry shortly before the time fixed for departure. Mari-
copa Dan had arrived an hour earlier, and his tale had
been accepted as the truth. Lieutenant Mortimer did not
know him, and his statement was so plausible that its
genuineness was not doubted:

The villain was talking to the lieutenant when Alkali
Pete came upon them. Maricopa Dan saw him, and his
hand went to his revolver. The motion was observed by
the officer, and he ‘seized the hand that would have grasped
the weapon, and an instant later Alkali Pete had the
treacherous guide by the throat. There was a ‘struggle,
but Maricopa Dan soon succumbed to the force of num-
bers, for there were several cavalrymen close ‘at hand.

After the villain had been. bound Alkali Pete told his
story. The lieutenant . was amazed. And when there
came to him the’ realization of what he had escaped he
was profuse in his expressions of gratitude and praise.

“And now,” he added, “we have got them. Buffalo Bill
is with them in the hollow, and when we a near the place
he will doubtless steal away and join us.

“Buffler will do ther right thing, ye: may gamble on that,
leftenant,’ said Pete.

As it was probable that Arapahoe scouts would be out
fo watch the movements of the soldiers and announce
their approach to the ambushers in the hollow, it was
resolved to make use of Maricopa Dan.

Alkali, Pete and the lieutenant had a serious talk with
the outlaw. He was informed that he would be shot dead

instantly if he failed’ to play the part that would be
ne to him. He would be permitted to walk by the

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side of the lieutenant, with his hands free, so that if
spying eyes should fall upon him there would be no sus-
picion that he was under arrest or was other than the
guide he had set out to be. a
Alkali Pete knew the location of the hollow, and would
be the real guide until the soldiers were within a quarter

of a mile of the place. There the force would be divided,
and the lanky plainsman with twenty-five men would
make a circle and come upon the hollow from the rear.
The plan was to station the two detachments so that
both exits from the place of ambush would be covered,
and then wait for daylight to begin operations.

The march on foot was begun, and at the point indi-
cated, near the hollow, Alkali Pete left the lieutenant, but
not until he had again put the cords about the wrists and
ankles of Maricopa Dan. He. went away with his force
in the belief that Buffalo Bill would be with Mortimer
long before daylight. :

At his suggestion the lieutenant sent out scouts to
watch the trail leading down into the hollow, and these
scouts, two in number, captured the Arapahoe who had
been detailed to ascertain what had stopped the coming of
the cavalry.

The scouts were with the cavalrymen and were about
to leave on another scouting expedition _ at the moment
when the Indians and outlaws were stealing away from
the hollow.

Mountain Eagle did not accompany his braves in their
flight through the brush. Once out of the hollow, he
stopped and signed to Ladue. The outlaw leader ré-
mained with the Arapahoe until all the others had gone,
Then the chief outlined his plan.

“When they find we are gone,” he said, in Arapahoe,
“they will march for your camp. There is nothing else
for them to do. There we will be ready for them. Go
on, make. the arrangements, and I will keep an eye oP
the movements of the soldiers while you are away.”
Some more talk followed, and then Ladue took to the
brush. A fen
' Mountain Eagle had himself become a scout because
he dared not trust the work to any of his braves. He
not only desired to spy on the enemy and to make sure
that the march for the outlaws’ camp would be under-
taken, but he wished, if possible, to meet and capture
the man who had-so seriously interfered with his plans.
He believed himself a match for Buffalo Bill, and it had
long been: his desire to try warlike conclusions with: ae
famous Indian fighter.

It was his’ opinion’ that Buffalo Bill was with ‘the de-
tachment. sent out to complete the © investment of the
hollow, and it was also his opinion that the king of
scouts would move in advance of. his men in order to
prevent surprise.

Like a snake he glided away from the top of the hol-
low, and before many minutes heard the sound he was
listening for.

Over the rocks, at some distance ahead of the soldiers,
a man was cautiously” making» his way. Mountain Eagle,
crouched behind the stump of a a tree, watched and waited.
The man came nearer, Ele, Arapahoe, in the semidark-
ness, was not able at. first. to recognize him. But when
the’ man was within a few feet of the stump Mountain
Eagle saw that the scout was not Buffalo Bill, but Alkali
Pete.

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the stump, and was actually placing a hand upon it for a
moment's rest, whert' the. Indian chief leaped | for his throat.
The collision threw’ the Scout backward a few feet,
and, the ground being | uneven, he lost his balance and
fell heavily. Huis head struck a rock, and for half a min-
ute he was without sense.’ When his wits returned there

“was a gag in his mouth and his arms were bound. Moun-
tain Kagle was a veritable giant in strength. He lifted
the “scout in his arms and bore’ him ‘away.

Before the expiration of an hour he was at the outlaws’
camp. Phil Ladue was surprised’ and delighted at the
capture. He immediately fell-in with ‘Mountain Eagle’s
idéa that Buffalo Bill would. hurry. to the rescue of his
partner.
ond ambush meet them: Bes.

“When daylight came there was no one in the camp, but
down by -the stream, concealed by the willows, redskin
and Red ‘Rider with murderous faces: waited for the op-
portunity to- kill: Among them- lay Alkali Pete, dis-
tracted with rage and despair. He had listened to the
talk between Phil Ladue and» Mountain Eagle, and he

elieved with them et Buffalo Bill would soon come with
the soldiers. a Ps

’ And -while’ his thoughts ran in slooiny, despairing chan-
nels, the king of Scouts was in the camp of the outlaws,
and Aer some eae of his own.

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i“ THE SURPRISE OF BUFFALO BILL.

Buffalo Bill had not met the cavalrymen, who as in-
fantry were out that night to surround and extérminate
the Red Riders and their allies, the Arapahoes. . After
leaving the camp he followed the trail for a while and
then concluded to leave it, -believing that the advance
on the hollow would be made from one side. Which side
he could not determine, though he studied over the mat-
ter for some time. If he could only know from what
point the soldiers had left. the trail, he could reach a
sensible conclusion. He had come to the camp from the
left of the: hollow, the shorter and the easier way, and he
had net met Lieutenant Mortimer and his men, There-
fore it would be reasonable to conclude that the soldiers
had taken-the other way. :

But in spite of his leaning toward this theory. he took
the side which he had-covered in fleeing from the hollow,
and his reasons for so doing were sound ones. If he
followed on the other side, he might not be able to over-
take the soldiers before they reached the hollow, and he
was consumed with a fierce eagerness to participate in the
fight which must soon take place. But by taking the
shorter route he cine Peace the hollow in time to do his
part.
The point where ‘the king of scouts again struck the
trail was just beyond the hollow, and he reached it at
the moment the Red Riders.and Arapahoes were entering
the brush on their hurried flight to’ the outlaws’ camp.
Quickly seeking cover, he waited until the last of the
mixed band had -passed from sight. He did not know

that Mountain. Eagle had remained behind, and, therefore,
in the belief that. the combined force of redskins and
outlaws “had: for’ some unéxplainable reason’ retreated
from the hollow’ before the arrival of the. soldiers, he
hastened after them: The soldiers could not be far away,
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Would be no one to tell Lieutenant ‘Mortimer which way

the fugitives had gone ft should, therefore, be his
‘mission to follow and locate the stopping place’ of the
Indians and outlaws, and then’ retirn to Lieutenant Mor-
timer with the information.

The enemy was ‘followed tOu “the camp in ‘the ravine,
and Buffalo Bill had set out to réturtt, when he héard the
apptoach of Mountain Eagle, who, burdened with Alkali
Pete, was proceeding slowly up the ravine. His rst
-jmpulse was to open fire on the band below him, and then
leap down and fight for the rescue of his comrade. But
a moment’s reflection told him that such a move would
likely prove disastrous. No, it would be the wiser, the
safer plan, to wait, to exercise strategy, and thereby se-
cure both the release of Alkali Pete ‘and the extermina-
tion of the band. ; Mate

He would have departed immediately after the arrival
of Mountain Eagle and his captive if he had not desired
to learn the plans of the enemy. He was not surprised
when he’ was treated to the statement that he was sup-
posed to be with the soldiers, and that it: was expected,
as a matter of course, that he would lead the soldiers in
pursuit of the Indians and outlaws, first taking -in the
camp in the ravine, the location of which he had learned.
Neither was he surprised when the plan for the second
ambush was discussed. But: he resolved to stay in the
vicinity until he had learned the exact location of the
place. Then he would hasten down the: cafion to notify
Lieutenant Mortimer and suggest a counterplan for the
defeat of the enemy.

It was after daylight before he moved from his posi-
tion. He waited until the band had sone from the cove
and then slid down the bank.

He was dissatisfied with the plan he had made while
looking down upon the outlaws’ camp.. The. ambush
might’ be prevented and the band of miscreants broken
up, ioe in the fight Alkali Pete might be slain.

“No,” he said to himself, at last, “I. can’t jeopardize
Pete’s life. He is too good a man, too good a friend of
mine,” mM

The king of scouts then went down the ravine:

He did not cross the stream, but cautiously made his
way through the bushes until he had gained a spot not
many tods from the willows where the Indians and out-
laws had stationed themselves. The stream was narrow
and shallow. The scout was on one side of it, the enemy
on the other. Lying flat on the ground Buffalo Bill
There was thick brush on this
side, and with this screen the scout had no fear that his
presence would be discovered. Almost at the edge of the
water he stopped, and, looking through the branches of the
bushes which bordered the stream, he saw that Alkali
Pete was lying in a small open space near the water. Be-
yond him, toward the trail which followed the cafon, were
lines of willows, their branches sweeping the ground and
shutting off all view from the trail. ‘There was no one
within twenty feet of the prisoner, and he was resting
on his side with his eyes turned toward the water.

Suddenly was heard the chittering of a squirrel in the
bushes actoss the stream. ‘None of the Arapahoes or Red
Riders paid any attention -to the noise, - But Alkali Pete
pricked up his ears,-and his eyes, sharp as steel, ‘looked
from the water. to the bushes, ‘One of the branches of
the bush behind which: Buffalo. Bill. was concealed® was
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turned over so that he could look toward the redskins and
outlaws. All of them at that moment were clustered about
The details of the pro-
jected massacre were being discussed.

Alkali Pete turned and again faced the water. Again
he nodded his head. A moment later a knife thrown by a
practiced hand struck the sand by iis side. Alkali Pete
wriggled forward, and, bending his head, caught the
handle of the knife between his teeth. Then, raising his
wrists, he quickly severed, the leathern ‘cords that bound
them. He sat up quickly, and as quickly cut the cords
that held his ankles.

At that moment the conference under the willows came
to an end. The squatting Indians and outlaws arose.
Alkali Pete reassumed his recumbent position.

Mealy Mouth Hawky strolled over to the prisoner, who
lay on his face with his hands concealed. He had cut the
cords about his ankles, but had not removed them. But
though the soft-spoken outlaw did not see the cut, he ob-’
served the loose condition of the cords and suspected that
the prisoner had been working at them.

-“Been trying to get loose, have you?”

He stooped for the purpose of further examining the
cords, when Alkali Pete leaped to his feet. One blow
sent Mealy Mouth Hawky to the ground. The next in-)
stant thé scout was in the water. A dozen pistols were
out as he gained the opposite bank, but before one could
be used Buffalo Bill’s rifle cracked.

The escaped prisoner was out of the water and in, wie

_ bushes, and Buffalo Bill had changed his position before

the firing from the willows began. It was not answered.
Like the wind the two scouts were running down the
cafion. There was no sound to indicate that a pursuit
had been undertaken.

“Come on,” said Buffalo Bill. “I understand. They are
afraid to pursue, Pete. They think I am in advance of
the soldiers, and that if they pursued they would run
into an ambuscade. Now to business,” continued the
scout. “One of us must go on and find the cavalry boys
and guide them up this way. The other ought to foll ow
the band, for I'll bet at this minute a retreat is gonig on.

“Joan me a gun an’ I will hang onter ther rear of

ther enemy.”

Take my rifle. I'll get another when
Hold on. Before 1 go 1 want
to be sure that the band has not returned to the camp.
Wonder if Mountain Eagle will rig up another ambus-
cade?”

Alkali Pete did not accompany the ie of scouts on
his trip. As there was the possibility that the soldiers
‘might come up the cafion, the lanky plainsman remained
behind so as to ony the lieutenant of the situation of
affairs. ,

Buffalo Bill was gone about fifteen minutes. He reached
the spot where he had parted from Alkali Pete, but his
comrade was not there to meet him.
gone, and what had taken him away? He could not have
encountered an enemy, for no shots had been. fired, and
there were no signs of a struggle about the spot.

Greatly puzzled and somewhat disturbed, the king of
scouts examined the ground about the place where they
had parted, but it was so rocky that he was unable to
tell in which direction his comrade had gone.

Buffalo Bill’s errand had resulted in the discovery that
the enemy had not gone back to the camp, but had re-

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treated up the cafion and toward a village of Arapahoes.
There were about one hundred Indians in the village, but
some of them were old men. Probably not more than
seventy-five would be ready for active service in case
the village should be attacked.

“I'll wait here fifteen minutes,” was Buffalo Bill’s con-
clusion, “and then, if Pete does not show up, I’ll go on to
the soldiers and advise a march on the village.”

The fifteen minutes went by and Alkali Pete failed
to appear.

“Perhaps, ‘after all, he had gone on a piece, hoping to
meet the boys,” said the king of scouts to himself. “He
may have thought that my business would take some
time and that he would have at least an hour to himself.”

Two miles down the cafion Buffalo Bill met the sol-
diers, The fifty were together, and. Lieutenant Mortimer
was their head. He had wondered at the retreat of the
mixed band of redskins and outlaws, and ascribed the ab-
scene of Alkali Pete to that valiant and faithful scout’s:
desire to follow and locate the enemy. Buffalo Bill’s story.
was received with amazement. The officer had not seen
Pete since the night before.

“Where is Maricopa Dan?’ asked the king of scouts,
as he looked about and failed to see the treacherous guide.

The lieutenant’s face reddened with shame. “He is not
with us,” he said. “There was. some excitement when
we got to the hollow and found no enemy there, and
there was also a little confusion when the two detach-
ments met and we found that our guide, Alkali Pete,
had disappeared. It was at that time that Maricopa Dan
made his escape.” r

“He went off with his hands tied and without weapons,
I suppose,” said the king of scouts.

“As far as | know, yes.”

Buffalo Bill at once coupled the escape of Maricopa
Dan with the disappearance of Alkali Pete. The lanky
plainsman had seen’the outlaw and had instantly started
out to capture him.

At noon the leutenant ordered half an hour’s rest.
While lunch was being partaken of a mounted messenger
arrived with a letter of instructions. Lieutenant Morti-
mer was directed to return at once to Fort Doubleday,
on the Platte. There had been a fresh outbreak of the
Sioux, and the assistance of the troop was urgently re-
quired,

“Am Ito go, too?” asked Buffalo Bill, a shade of an
noyance on his handsome face.

“Your name is not mentioned,” replied the lieutenant,
“by which omission I infer that the general wishes you to
remain here until the treasure wagon has reached a place
of safety.”

“Good, I don’t want to shirk any duty, but I would
hate to leave here without knowing what has become of
my old comrade. And, besides, the treasure wagon ought
to have some sort of protection.”

“It’s a pretty big contract for one man,” said the lieu-
tenant, “but I know you will do more than any ten of my
men could do.”

3efore one o’clock the soldiers were on the return
march, and the king of scouts was pursuing an opposite
direction.. He went to the outlaws’ camp in the faint hope
that Maricopa Dan had fled there and that he had been
captured by Alkali Pete. But the camp was deserted, and
the scout was leaving the place when he came face to face
with a young woman. She was just entering the cove

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from the ravine trail when the meeting took place. The
king of scouts was astonished beyond measure, for the
young woman was not mountain-bred. Her sweet, re-
fined face, the tailor-made gown She wore, everything
about her proclaimed her a woman of the city. But if he
was amazed, she was terror-stricken. One glance at his
person, and with a wild cry she turned and fled.

Cody did not have to go far to overtake the fugitive.
A few yards from the cove she stumbled over the pro-
truding root of a tree’ and fell full length upon the
ground. She trembled violently as the king of scouts as-
sisted her to: her feet.

“Why are you afraid of me?” he asked gently. ‘“Per-
haps you thought me an outlaw. I am not one. My
name is Cody, and I am in the employ of the govern-
ment.”

The effect of this explanation was instantaneous. The
young woman’s trembling ceased. Her face flushed with
pleasure.

“Oh, you are Buffalo Bill. Oh, forgive me for associat-
ing you with the horrible men from whom I have just
escaped.”

“Where are they?” he quickly asked. “Near here?”

“JI—I don’t know. I was a prisoner in a house far up
the cafion, and I escaped early this morning.”

“Didn't you meet a band of Indians and outlaws on your
way down the cafion?” .

“The band passed me while I was hidden behind some
rocks,’

CHAPTER VI.
A STRANGE SPECTACLE.

Buffalo Bill’s curiosity, strongly expressed in the looks
which he bent upon her, caused the young woman to
smile. faintly. “I know. you must think it strange that
I should be in these mountains, so far away from civiliza-
tion. 1 am not here of my own will. I am the victim of
the vilest treachery.”

“Tell me your story,” said Cody kindly.

“My name is Edna: Lane,” she began, “and my home
is in Kentucky. My parents died many years ago, and
since my fifteenth year—I am twenty-one now—I have
supported myself. [ am an artist. I left Louisville a
month ago to go to a large cattle ranch on the Platte, a
ranch owned by my. mother’s half brother. There | ex-
pected to find unlimited material for sketches. I reached
Buckhorn in safety, but my uncle was not there to meet
me, as agreed. I waited a few days, and then: hired
a mule driver to take me to the ranch. The man was
recommended by the storekeeper and principal personage
of the place, and one morning we set out over the
plains,

“The conveyance was a buckboard, light and’ service-
able, and the mules were hardy, ‘but not very swift. The
driver, an old man, but as tough as leather, assured me
that he would make the ranch inside of forty-eight
hours. At night we camped in the hills. Up ‘to this
time we had seen no Indians. Early in the forenoon of
the second day we met a horseman—he must have been
a mountaineer, judging from his clothes and his language
——who said that he had seen my uncle the day before, and
that a severe attack of rheumatism had prevented the
journey to meet me, ‘I was asked ter act: in his place,’
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escort, I reckon I'll mosey on, fer 1 have important
business beyond Buckhorn,’

“In less than an hour after the man left us we were.
attacked by a small force of Indians. My driver was
killed, but not until he had slain four of the savages.
I expected to be killed as well,.but as I lay upon the floor
of the buckboard, I heard a wild yell, and, looking up,
saw the Indians riding away, and a white horseman
rapidly approaching me. When he came up and saw
me he seemed both surprised and pleased. I did not
like his looks, but, on account of the service he had
rendered, I put aside my dislike and readily accepted
the tale he told me., He said he was a government scout
and had been out watching the actions of the Indians
who had just been driven away. ‘They are scouts,’ he
explained, ‘and the main body is over there,’ pointing to
the north.

“I told him who I was, and he said he would be
pleased to conduct me to my uncle’s ranch. As the two
mules had been killed, I was obliged to mount behind
him. My things are packed in an old-fashioned hand
bag, and this the scout fastened to the saddle in front of
me. We had to cross a range of mountains to reach
the ranch, and in the afternoon my guide, who had given
his name as Dan Hewter, began to show signs of alarm.
More than once. there came the suspicion that he was not
to be trusted, but I dared not give voice to what | sus-
pected. : :

“‘V’m afeerd we're in a hole,’ he said, as he reined
up his horse in a hollow between two hills. ‘Ther Injuns
are comin’ arter us, an’ if we keep on ther trail they'll
sure overhaul us. We got ter fool ’em, that’s all. !
had nothing to say, but. when we left the main trail and
went down a ravine to the south, my suspicion of deceit
was augmented. The man showed alarm only when he
turned his head and looked me in the face. At other
times, when I could catch a side view of his face, there
was upon it an expression’ of evil complacency.

“We rode southward until night came. Camp was made,
for my guide said his horse needed rest, and, besides,
we were in a safe place. During supper he looked at me
in a way that I did not like. He also said things that in-
creased my fear of him, He snickeringly informed me
that he was unmarried and was looking for a wife. ‘A gal
of about your age an’ build would suit me down ter ther
ground, he said.

“I did not close my eyes that night. I had with me
a small pistol, and I exhibited it when it became time
for me to retire to the couch of leaves and moss which
he had provided for me. In the morning he said he would
take me to the house of an old settler who was friendly
with the Indians and leave me there until he had made
sure that the way to my uncle’s ranch was clear of
danger.

“A few hours’ ride brought us to the house, a: log
structure, built many years ago by a hunter and trapper.
There I met two other men, one of them a scoundrel of the
first water, as I was soon to discover. His nate is Phil
Ladue.”

“IT have heard of the gentleman,” said Buffalo Bill, with
a peculiar smile.

“Then you know that he is the leader of a band of
outlaws who call themselves the Red Riders of Oso.
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have others, but there they keep their animals. It is.

off the trail, and cannot be seen from it.”

“It was from this house that you escaped this morn-
ing, was it?”

“Yes. I was made a prisoner as soon as I arrived
there. When I was assisted from the horse’s back to
the ground my guide threw off. the mask. He chuck-
lingly informed me that he had made a fool of me}; that
he did not travel with my uncle’s crowd; that he was
an outlaw, and that he lived with the Arapahoes.” :

“Did Phil Ladue speak to the same purport?” .

“Yes. In fact, after the first night, he did all the
talking for the band. Two days ago he asked me to
marry him. Of course, I refused, and then he said my
permission would not be necessary. Yesterday he and the
most of the band were away, and last night I made a de-
termined effort to escape. I ran down to the trail and
followed it until I reached the flat below.

“J was on my way to the flat when I heard the ap-
proach of a body of men. Concealing myself, I waited
until they had passed. When I saw that the leader was
Phil Ladue I knew that my escape would soon be dis-
covered, and I believed that a pursuit would be quickly
undertaken. There was no hope for me, I thought, 1f I
kept to the trail. Therefore, I determined to leave it. I
crossed the stream, saw the trail leading up the ravine,
and followed it, hoping that it would take me over the
mountain and into a section where I might find friends.’’

“All things considered, your course was a wise one,”
commented Buffalo Bill. “They won’t think of looking
here for you, for this is one of their camps. And, if
you had not come up here, you would not have met me.”’

“Why are you here?” asked the girl. ’

“T am here in search for a friend who mysteriously
disappeared a while ago.”

The story of the day’s doings, in which Alkali Pete
conspicuously figured, interested Edna Lane greatly.

“You must not go on with me,” she said, with deter-

mination. “You must continue the search for your friend.”

“T should like to do so,’ he returned, “but your safety
must first be assured.”

“T need not stay here,in the cove when | hear the
enemy coming,” she said. “Can’t I hide up there in the
rocks?” >

“You might—yes.”

“Then I insist that you go at once and leave me to my
own devices. I am armed—I got back my pistol before
I left the house—and I can take care of myself.”

“All right,’ he answered. “I'll let you have your own
way. I won't be gone long, if, as I hope, I shall find my
friend somewhere near the log house. If he has been
chasing Maricopa Dan that is where he was gone.”

_ Fifteen minutes later Cody looked into a small clear-
ing, at the farther end of which stood the house. Hidden
amid the undergrowth between the trees he beheld a
strange sight. Over a dozen Indians and outlaws were

' gathered in front of the house, the door of which was |

closed. The windows were about five feet from the
ground, and were barred and without panes. From one
of the windows, two of the bars having been wrenched
off, protruded the upper half of a man’s body. He must
have been held from the inside, for he was waving his
arms and making piteous appeals for help.

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ther door an’ kill ther son of a she wolf who is a-hold-
in? men

“T ain’t a-holdin’ yer,” answered a thick voice from the
inside. “Go out if ye feel like it.” ;

“If ye ain’t a-holdin’ me ye’ve tied my feet,” snapped
the victim. “’Bout ther same thing, I reckon.”

There was a log lying on the ground near the hotse.
The-man hanging from the window saw it and called
out harshly: ‘“Thar’s a log. Why don’t ye take it up an’
use it as a batterin’-ram agin’ ther door? Goin’ ter
let me stay here all day? Think I’m comfertable, | sup-
pose? Drat ye, I’d like ter git at some o’ ye. I’d make
ye stop snickerin’ an’ git down ter bloody business mighty
pronto.”

“Shut up!’ said’ Phil Ladue sternly.
to do.”

“You bet he knows what ter do,’ spoke the voice from
the inside. “Shay, old dirt eater, out thar, ye know what
I'll do, too. Ye know that at ther first move agin’ ther
door I'll shore put a bullet inter ther gizzard of ther
winder ornamint. Whoopee! but I’m a-holdin’ ther fort.
I got plenty o’ weepons an’ plenty 0’ good whisky. Hyer’s
luck ter myself.”

Mealy Mouth Hawky’s face flushed while the fore-
going words were being uttered. “Better try the log,”
he said to Ladue. “It’s one man and we'll be sure to
get him.”

“Weve got him now,” was the cold reply: “He can't
get away, atid we can starve him out. If we battered
down the door, we might lose half a dozen men, for that
fellow is a holy terror when it comes ter shootin’.”

“But what are you going to do with old Leather Face
there in the window. It’s a shame to let him remain where
he is.’’ eit at

“T'l] tell him to slide back into the house. Say, Leather
Face;’ he shouted, “back in. We'll get you out arter a
while.” | /

“Back, ye aged maverick, back!”
side.
As the voice ceased, an Indian entered the clearing.
He was out of breath from running.

“White soldiers gone,” he gasped. “Not come back
any more.” i

Had he seen. Buffalo Bill? The question was asked
by Ladue. No, he had not seen the famous scout, but
presumed he must be in advance of the soldiers.

“That’s right, that’s. where he would be, certainly,’
said Ladue. And, convinced that the man inside of the
house was the only enemy he had to deal with, and that
once this enemy was out of the way the scheme for the
robbery of the treasure wagon might be carried forward
to success, he turned a smiling cotintenance on Mountain
Eagle, who for some moments had been sitting on the log

“We know what

yelled. the voice in-

with his chin in his hands.

“Come, come, brace up,” he said cheerily to the Indian
chief. “Things are comin’ our way with a rush. Ther
soldiers an’ Buffalo Bill are out of the way, ther gal is
safe in thar, an’ the snoozer with her is our-meat. What
more would ye have?” |

“What's that ’bout ther gal bein’ in hyer?” asked the
outlaw, hanging from the window.

“T said she is in thar,” replied Ladue testily.

“That’s whar ye aire plumb off yer cabase.
some time durin’ ther night,”

She lit out

   
  

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“What?” Ladue turned pale. “Escaped? How ' could
she escape with two men guardin’ her?” _

“Shay, old stick in ther mud, ye’re a liar by ther watch,”
said the voice inside. “Ther gal is hyer, all right. She
went out, but got skeered an’ kem back. I’m a-protectin’
her, an’ when I gits her out o’ this she’s goin’ ter
marry me.”

Ladue did not know how to take this speech, The man
inside might be lying. If so, what was his object?

_“Thar’s no gal in ther house, I tell ye,” persisted old
Leather Face. “Bust in ther door an’ yell find I’m right.”

“Of course he’s right,” spoke some one from the bushes.
and quick upon the words Maricopa Dan. entered the
clearing bearing in his arms the unconscious form of
Edna Lane.

He was at.once besieged with questions, and after he
consigned the young woman to the care of two Arapahoes,
with instructions -to take her to the back of the house
and dash some cold water in her face, he condescended
to speak.

“I've had a devil of a time,” he said, “an’ I’ve had
a narrow squeak. I slipped away from the soldiers last
night, but I did not dare start up this way until morn-
in. Ef I had been armed I wouldn't ha’ minded it so
much, but I hadn’t even a toothpick. Waal, this mornin’,
as I was hikin’ up this way, 1 got sight of ‘Alkali Pete,
an’ erbout ther same time he got sight of me. Then
it was a case of hide-an’-seek. I had many a good chance
ter pot him, but my weepon shyness made me let ’im go.
by. He’s no slouch on ther trail, an’ I had ter act my
cunningest ter git shet of him. Onct he let drive at
me, an’ ther bullet tickled my nose. But here | am, an’
here is ther gal who played our two guards fer suckers.”

“Where did you find her?” asked Mealy Mouth Hawky.

“Lyin’ on ther ground an’ onsensible. She’d fell down
a bank an’ hit her head on a rock. Must ha’ been tryin’
ter git away from me.”

CHAPTER VII.
THE VENGEANCE OF ALKALI PETE,

All this time the king of scouts was in his covert in
the bushes. He had listened to the conversation between
Ladue, old Leather Face, and the man inside the house
with interest and amusement. He had recognized the
voice of the man in the house as that of Alkali Pete,
and he was hoping that the lanky plainsman had. in the
room as a prisoner the treacherous guide, Maricopa Dan,
when that disreputable individual made his appearance.

The scout’s mind was greatly relieved when the an-
nouncement soon came that the young woman had re-
covered consciousness and was sitting up.

“Where did you find the girl?” asked Mealy Mouth
Hawky.

“On ther flat. Ye see, I went up to ther camp in
ther ravine,~an’ she must ha’ been hidden about thar
an’ have seen me. But why she should have left her
hidin’ place—I never would ha’ spotted it—an’ waltzed
down to ther flat, gits me?”

It don’t git me,” said Ladue. “She knew her friend

Alkali Pete was up here, an’ she believed he was recon-
noiterin’, not havin’ any idee that he had got inter ther
house. Well, seein’ you, Dan, she naterly concluded that
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ou'd likely git on to Pete’s game an’ spile it. So away
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she hikes ter warn him.”

Buffalo Bill, listening to this explanation, arrived at
the truth, Edna Lane had started for the log house to
warn the king of scouts, and not Alkali Pete, of whose
presence in that region she knew nothing.

He admired her courage, and resolved to rescue her,
or dié in the attempt.

The talk in the clearing soon drifted to the matter of
the treasure wagon. Ladue was of opinion that the govern-
ment would provide an escort to take the place of the
troop of cavalry commanded. by Lieutenant Mortimer.
“But,” said he, “it’s a sure gamble that ther escort wil!
not be a large one. Ther soldiers can’t be spared. With
Buffalo Bill out of ther way we can manage ther escort,
an’ we'll rig up an ambush this time that’ll be a peach-
erino.” mie

“Say,” Alkali Pete shouted from the window, “ye aire
shore apt ter git left in this yer chicken-countin’ busi-
ness. Whar do I git off?”

“Will some o’ you fellers kill that Pete,” shrieked
Leather Face. “He’s jabbin’ my leg with a knife.”

The words were hardly out of the outlaw’s mouth be-
fore he was shooting downward. Alkali Pete had re-
leased the old villain’s' legs and given him a shove out-
ward, Leather Pace struck the ground headfirst, and for
some time his mind was a blank. But his skull was thick,
and when his senses returned he made the air blue with
his profanity.

Mealy Mouth Hawky lifted the log, “Ladue,” he 3aid,
in his softest tone, “there’s no sense in delaying matters,
We have got to get that insulting longlegs inside, and
I am willing to stand with Leather Face. The two of us
ought to work this log. The rest of the gang can stand
at one side and plug Pete if he shows his head when
we smash in the doors.”

A whisky bottle flew through the window and knocked
off Ladue’s hat. “Got it” the’ outlaw chick yelled to
Hawky. “Smash in the door, Alkali Pete has got ter
die.” :

Old Leather Face and Mealy Mouth Hawky lifted the
log and rammed it against the door. The timbers rattled,
but there was no breakage. Ladue gave his aSsistance
and the log would have struck the door for the second
time, perhaps to shatter it, if Buffalo Bill had not acted,

“I’m coming, Pete,” he shouted, and
in hand he sprang into the clearing.

In the surprise and confusion of his startling appear-
ance he was able to do effective work. Four Indians
and one outlaw were down before the enemy’s fire could
be directed against him. And when the bullets did begin
to fly he was at the door. And while he stood there, fight-
ing for his life, the door gave way, and long, bony hands
grasped him by the shoulders and drew him inside the
house. When the door was again closed and locked Alkali
Pete danced a jig upon the floor.

“They are not anxious to ram the door,” said Cody,
“but they'll figure out a way to rout us out. And while
they are cooking up their scheme we must get the young
woman i here. She is at the rear of the house, and only
one Indian is with her.”

“That thar Injun berlongs ter me,” responded Alkali
Pete, as he wheeled and made for the back door.

Buffalo Bill passed him, and, reaching the door, lis-
tened .a’ moment, Suddenly was heard the report of a

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hatchet sticking in the floor in ‘one corner.

“and Edna ‘Lane.

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pistol: ~The king of scouts threw open the door’ and saw
Edna Lane standing on her feet with’ a smoking pistol
in her hand. On the ground, writhing in the agonies of
death. was an Arapahoe. : “Quick y commanded the scout,
“In this dodr!”’

The young woman obeyed and “was ‘aside the house
before she could “be stopped by the’ rush of Indians and
outlaws from the front.

' There were savage yells and curses when the body of
the fatally wounded Indian was discovered. But soon
Phil Ladue restored order, and brought savage satisfaction
to the countenances of his evil associates.

“We'll burn’ ‘em out,” he ‘said. “Ther old shack can
go. It will be ugg ter throw up atiother one. We've
got the three’ of ” em in a box, an’ if ther fire fails ter
roast ’em, we'll fill: ’em full of holes.”

“The girl, too?” said Mealy Mouth te wtey,

“Ves, ther girl, too. She’s a dangerous proposition.
It will be risky to keep her. Let ther ransom idee go.
We'll get a big enough rake- ee from ther treasure wagon
ter satisfy “us all.’

Inside, the three prisoners—for-such they virtually were
—heard the words which pronounced their doom, and each
was affected in a different way. They moved toward the
door, and were within reaching distance of it when a
sudden thought caused the king of scouts to come to a halt,
and place his one upon the shoulder of the a, plains-
man.

“Pete,” said he, in a whisper, “we may get out of
this trap without making a fight for it. An idea has oc-
curred to me. This house was built by an old hunter.
When he first occupied it he had made no deal with the
Indians. They were his énemies, and, naturally, he was
obliged to make provision against’ an attack, He could
not hope, in this house, to stand off the’ redskins, and,
therefore, if he was a man of any ingenuity, he must
have worked out a plan of retreat. And how could he
retreat and make the venture a safe one? In one way,
by running an inclined tunnel from the house to some
point outside, some point which was melas and from
‘which he could have a charice to escape.”

“By: gum, Bufiler, but I believe ye hev posped ther
bull’s-eye. Ther thing hey been done afore.” ©

“T have found it,” spoke Edna Lane, who had been
making a search while Buffalo Bill and Pete were talk-
ing. “It is in front of the partition door.”

The floor was made of’ split logs, and, looking at the
space in front of the door, Buffalo Bill saw that four
of the floor timbers were in two sections, the shorter
about three feet in length, being at the door: ‘end. If the
trap was there, as it seemed to be, there was no ring
or. other contrivance by which it could be lifted. The
cracks between the’ sections of flooring were filled with
‘dirt, and it was Alkali Pete’s opinion that the trap had
never been used by the outlaws.
that they were not aware of its existerice.

‘In the rear room the king of scouts found a rusty
With this
he succeeded in prying up the trapdoor. a

“Tust’ as I thought,’ he whispered. ‘There: is2 ined,
and—and it’s time we were getting into. cg

Outside was heard the cefackling of burning” brush.
The move to fire the house had begun.-

Down into the tunnel went Buffalo Bill,

“Alkali Pete,

  

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After traveling a quarter of a mile they came to the
end. It was masked by a dense growth of wild grape-
vines. Cutting a passage through them the king of
scouts stepped out to find himself on a narrow ‘shelf of
rock covered with a’ *half a foot of soil. Below there
was an ittegular descent to a wide, deep pool which re-
ceived its supply from a waterfall a few Jsgeak to the
right of the outlet.

To surmount the hill and reach | a point above the
waterfall would, the king of scouts thought, bring him

within view of the enemy at the clearing. The other,

and apparently the only feasible, route to the trail was
to go down a fiarrow path to the left, partly circle the
pool and cross the stream that flowed out of it. This
crossing would be an easy matter, for there, a short
distance beyond the pool, was a natural bridge, the ap-
proaches concealed by the thick — that grew about
them.

As Buffalo Bill was inspecting his surroundings he
could hear plainly the yells of yee Indians a quarter of
a mile above him.

“We must get down to the cafion as quick’ as we
an,” he said to Edna Lane and Alkali Pete, “for it won't
take long for those fiends to discover that we are not
in the house. -And our means of escape will be guessed,
and there ds be a pursuit down the trail and from both
sides of it.”

The king of scouts went down the path, and the three
fugitives were soon at the natural bridge.

Alkali Pete was the first one to put foot upon os
he did’ so he saw emerging from the tunnel the form of
Maricopa Dan. The outlaw was not looking in the lanky
plainsman’s direction, and, taking advantage of the Pact:
Alkali Pete quickly stepped back into the bushes. —

‘From this covert the two scouts could watch the ‘move-
ments of the treacherous guide without themselves being
seen. Maricopa Dan appeared to be in a quandary. He
stood outside the tunnel, and would gaze first in one di-
rection, then in another. Not seeing nor hearing anything,
he started to descend to the bank of the pool, taking the
route which had been pursued by the three fugitives.

“He’s-my. meat, Buffler,” said the lanky plainsman, and
then, without waiting for a reply, he burst through the
bushes and ran toward the bank of the pool.

‘Maricopa Dan did not see the vengeful scout until an
upward. climb to the bark brought him face to face with
his enemy.

Without a word Alkali Pete sprang upon the outlaw
and bore him to the ground, They rolled over and
over, and then down the bank and into the pool.

Buffalo Bill, pistol in hand, stood above the pool and

watched for a chance to shoot. All at once the two dis-
appeared beneath the water. The outlaw had twisted his
legs about the waist of his adversary and with his hands
was pulling desperately at Pete’s Jong hair. These efforts
prevented the scout from keeping his head above water,
but as he went down he did not loosen the grip on the
enemy's throat. ae ee
- Maricopa Dan’s atrenbth gave out in.a moment. The
squeeze about his windpipe was slowly but surely bring-
ing death to him. His. senses were leaving him. Two min-
utes later, Alkali Pete climbed the bank, his work, ac-
complished.

“All this time ‘Edna. Lane had remained i the bashes
by the btidge. She saw the two scouts coming toward
    

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“T have been watehing
she excitedly said,

her, and ran out to meet them.
the ground where the trail must be,”

“and just now I am certain the head of an Indian showed -

“itself from behind a rock over there” eH ne across the
bridge.

“We are up against it, | reckon,” said Buffalo Bill
“If it had not been for this Maricopa Dan episode, which
could not have been avoided, we might have got safely
to the cafion. Now, our hope of getting there is slim
unless we sail in and try to cut our way through the
gang that is probably over the bridge waiting for us.”

‘Waitin’ fer us? They shore can’t see us,” said Alkali
Pete. “Then how do they know we're hyer?”

“They know how long we have been gone, and those

Indian trailers know that we have not yet reached the

cafion. We had but two ways to go. The enemy now
occupies one. We, therefore, must be on the other, and
the other ends in a pocket. Look back and see if you
don’t know it already,”

The lanky plainsman looked back and saw that lofty,
impassable walls of rock extended from the bridge some
twenty feet, and then curved so as to inclose the small

space beyond the bank of the re terminating above the

mouth of the ‘tunnel.

CHAPTER VIII.
BETWEEN TWO FIRES.

“Of course I’ve seen that wall afore,’ said Alkali
Pete, “but I shore didn’t get onter what it meant -for
us. I war thinkin’ that the bridge would carry us onter
ther pocket, an’ put us in a shape ter fight, or run, as
we seen. fit.
onderstandin’ that we aire pocketed. We

skin an’ black heart ter come an’ visit us, or we hey
got ter hike back inter ther tunnel. Speakin’ of ther
tunnel, Buffler, how war it that Maricopa Dan was ther
only one that kem through ther hole? An’ how did ther
measly traitor happen ter do it?” —

“I have a theory that will account for his action,” re-
plied the king of scouts. “He had an interest, an evil
interest, in this young lady here. After the fires against
the log house had been lighted, his interest got the better
of his caution, and, assisted by one of his associates, he
looked through the window. He saw the open trapdoor,
for I did not take the trouble to close it, and, after an-
nouncing the fact of our escape, told Ladue and Mountain
Eagle to send out their respective forces to cut off our
retreat while he followed after us to locate our position.
The program was carried out, and all the outlaws and
Indians hurriedly left the clearing.

“An’ now Ladue is probably wonderin’ what hev be-
come of Dan. Mebbe not seein’ us, or findin’ any sign,
they'll wait a while ter give Dan a chanst ter report.
Wouldn’t they jump stiff-legged ef they knew. that erbout
this time he’s doin’ his reportin’ ter old Beelzebub.”

“I think they will wait a while, Pete.
us from where they are.

They can’t see
I say they are, for a moment

ago several other Indians joined the one whose head Miss
Lane saw. They must suspect we are over this way, but
there are so many good hiding places in the bushes about
the pool that they are not likely to move for the pocket
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Now, it sorter obtrudes itself ter my limited
either hev got
ter camp hyer an’ wait fer that olyer podrider of red-

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“How long do you think they ul wait, Merv Cody?"

asked Edna Lane.

“Half an hour, not longer.:
upon us. by way of the bridge.
by which they can reach us...

And. they. de ‘advance

come upon us from the tunnel for. several al
least.”’

The fugitives were now in the’ shes at the cn of
the natural bridge, and while Alkali Pete keptian eye
on the land across the bridge, Edna Lane, at Buffalo

Bill’s request, explained her presence at the log house,

and told why she had killed the Arapahoe. .

“A short time after you ‘left me at the cave, Mr.
Cody, I heard some one coming up the trail.
as I could I. climbed up the rock: and hid myself... ‘The
man was Maricopa Dan. He had come to thé cove to
hunt for a weapon. Not finding one, he started down the
ravine. I followed a short distance, and then attempted
a cut-off.. My intention was to’ find you, Mr.+Cody, and
have you stop the villain. Unfortunately, I fell and hurt
myself. When my senses returned | found myself. lying,
on the ground behind the log house, and an -
standing over me. You know the rest.”

The lanky plainsman, whose eyes for a moment. had
been turned away from the bridge and the section beyond
it, now resuméed his watch. Suddenly he uttered an

ejaculation in which amazement and ee were mingled.
“Alive, alive, an’ kickin?!”

“Who's alive?” askéd Buffalo Bill,

“Thér dern lop-eared reptyle that I shore. ae fer dead

in the pool. Why, Maricopa Dan, in course.”
The king of scouts: looked through the bushes cad
saw that his comrade spoke truth. The outlaw; for some

time supposed to be. dead, was crawling up the bank on -

the other side of the pool. He had probably been out

of the water all the time the scouts were talking, and »

had heard their voices. Now he was on_ his 7 to.
notify his associates in crime.

“That rapscallion hev more lives than a cat,”
Alkali Pete.

would hev put any oe human bein’ outer business.
F orter knifed him, an’ that’s a-fact.”

When within a short distance of the farther end ‘of
the bridge the: outlaw rested.
very weak,

Buffalo Bill could have shot the villain, hue he hesitated.
The report of the pistol would bring the outlaws and
Indians upon them.

geamied

guide.
use all possib! e discretion.

And yet, if Maricopa Dan once ba a few yards. he- ;
yond the bridge, he would he seen by the iv avaliogs and).

Red Riders.
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shoot. We must take another. tack. We must:strike’ for
the tunnel. Just. as soon as that scoundrel gets. be-
yond the bridge we must: make the sneak.

house i8.in ruins by this time, and uniess the trap is filled
with “hot débtig—and the: roof- was’ so flimsy that I

There. isino. other route -
We now by: the smoke and...’
~flatnes over the hill. that the log house is burning... It

will, therefore, be impossible for any*:of the band ‘to ~

As. quick.

“I gin him a chokin’ ther last time that —
It was evident that he was.

If Edna Lane had not been with him
the prospect of a close and desperate fight would not have
deterred him from putting an end to the treacherous |
But with the young woman on, his hands he must :

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don't think it is—we’ll stand a
out and reaching the cafion by a cut-off.”

“Tim with ye, Buffler,”. was.all Alkali Pete said:

Watching Maricopa Dan, they presently saw him get
to his» feetand: complete the scout of the. bank... When
he reached :Jevel ground. he again rested. While the
three fugitives were: anxiously: waiting for him. to move
on he turned his head and looked in their direction. Then
he shook his fist at the ets of bushes that served as
their hiding place. “

“Ve dare not shoot, ye. cowards!” he shouted. “Ye
aire afraid ther shots would: give ye away. Lie low, ye
adpoles, an’ think ye aire cunnin’. In erbout ten min-

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good chance of getting

utes Pll be takin’ yer skelps.”

As he started to move on, the two scouts and the
young woman hurried away from the bushes, The voice
of the outlaw must have been heard by his confederatés
in erime, and a longer wait would be attended with the
eravest danger. But they were not observed as they
fled for the tunnel.

Maricopa Dan did not fuer his head a ‘second time,
but walked straight for the spot where his evil comrades
were in waiting.

Buffalo Bill, Alkali Pete, and Edna Lane were in the
turmel when bloodeurdling: Indian yells announced that
Maricopa Dan had been seen.

They. went quickly along. the incline of. he dark hole,
the king of scouts in the lead. Suddenly he stopped and

listened. :
“Some one is coming toward us. Don’t you hear him?”

he said.
“Ves, Lemme go ahead,” said Pete.

“No, you stay here with Miss Lane.”

Buffalo Bill left his companions and glided forward.

silently. In his right hand was-a bowie.. Soon he stopped,
for the sound of the oncomer’s footsteps. could no longer
be heard.

“He must have become. aware of the fact that we are
in the tunnel,” thought the scout, “and he is lying low
and waiting for us.”

Five minutes passed, and the silence had not been
broken. The king of scouts resolved to take the initia-
tive. Dropping. to his hands and knees, “he began to
crawl up the incline. He moved slowly and without noise,
and had proceeded about fifteen feet when his hand
touched something ‘that made him draw back, as if the
object were a red-hot coal. He had touched the hand of
a human being, the hand of the enemy he was seeking.
The drawing back was followed by a spring, but the
spring must have been foreseen, for the hands of the
scout struck empty air. Then a knife descended, but
as the murderous hand that held it was guided by guess,
the blade did not reach the body’ of Buffalo. Bill. It was
buried in the soil between the scout’s arm and side.

Now ensued a struggle that spelled death for one of the
combatants. They were rolling over, each striving to gain
an advantage. -Both were powerful men; but Buffalo Bill
was the taller and the more supple. Suddenly the violent
contortions of the combatants ceased, and Buffalo Bill
arose to his feet. Ladue lay dead before him.

The king of scouts was squeezing the blood from a
Alkali. Pete
ht a match. <“l’ve got«what ye want,” he Sai and from

a whitish
Buftler, Nan,

his wallet he produced: a small. bottle containi ng
“That's alkali

powder. from ther ‘desert,

  

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warranted ter. beat soda ter a finish. Good fer snake bite,
acid on ther stumjack, or any old thing that’s got pizcn
in it. Put some on ther-. wound, and then. wrap ther
hull business up in yer bandanna.,”

Edna Lane came up before the operation was Caedea:
She saw the dead body of Ladue, for more matches had
been used, and she experienced a sense of relief even.
though her face paled at the sight and though she knew
that there were perils yet to be overcome.

After Buffalo Bill had attended to his wound the three
continued their. upward journey. Soon they stood under
the trap. The heat was intense, for the logs of the house
were still blazing. But no burning timbers had fallen
into the hole, and the scout wondered at. the circum-
stance.

“I knows what makes it. so clean down hyer,” said
Alkali Pete. “It’s all owing ter ther kind offices of Mari-. _
Ther angelic cuss went down inter ther tunnei

afore ther roof caved in an’ shut ther door arter him.

Phil Ladue seen him do it, so that squint put Phil wise —

to ther location of ther trap. When ther roof fell in
and Phil. war ready ter git in ther tunnel ter see what.
had become of Dan, he cleaned away. ther, burnin’ stuff

from ther side of ther-house near ther partition..door-
an’ so walked:safely inter ther hole.”

Buffalo Bill thought thevexplanation a plausible one,
and, to ascertain if there was, ‘indeed, a clear passage
from the trap to the ground beyond the house, he put
his head out of the opening. As he did so a bullet grazed

whis ear. He ducked instantly.

“That’s one,’ said’ a voice from the outside. “Now,
Alkali, it’s your turn. Come up and have your eyes at-
tended to.”

The speaker was Mealy Mouth Hawky.. :

Buffalo Bill turned a sober face upon his companion.
“T am afraid we have jumped from the frying pan into
the fire. We are shut in here, and probably by this time
Maricopa Dan and the Indians are at the tunnel outlet.
Well, if we have got to die, we will——’

The sentence was not finished. An Indian had crept
up from behitid and with a tomahawk would have brained
the speaker had not Edna Lane turned her head in time
to see. him. Her pistol was in her hand, and she fired
just as the tomahawk was raised. The pullet entered.
the redskin’s heart, and he fell to the floor of the tunnel
by the side of the man he had intended to slay.

Without stopping to say a word, Buffalo Bill ran down
the tunnel. The Indian was probably a scout who had
exceeded his instructions. If no other member of the
band had entered the tunnel, the program of the king
of scouts might yet be carried out.

Buffalo Bill went the whole length of the incline “with-
out meeting any one. He cautiously looked through the
hole he had cut ‘in the vines. at the outlet and saw
Maricopa Dan sitting down in front of the clump of
brush by the bridge. He was talking, and his auditors
were probably hidden in the bushes.

“Theyre caged,” he was saying. “Thar aire three up
in ther clearin’ an’ six of us down here, not. countin’
Flyin’ Horse, who has gone in ther tunnel. Come out
an’ have some style erbout ye.. Thar ain't no danger
as long as Flyin’ Horse is atween us an ’ther mouth of
ther hole.”

There was a consultation in. the bushes, and soon an
Indian stepped into view. An®ther and another came,

 
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not among them.

_ Struck by a sudden thought, the king ist scouts ran
back 1 to the spot where ' vi left his saveygancL OW

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CHAPTER IX.
BUFFALO BILL'S DESPERATE RUSH.

Alkali Pete was standing where his comrade. had left
him. A few feet down the incline stood Edna Lane,
with revolver ready to shoot any enemy coming below
her. Had not the light from.the open trap revealed the
well-known form of Buffalo Bill, he might have received
a bullet as he came hurrying up.

“That’s right,” said he to the young woman. “Be on
your guard. Anything new?” he asked, «speaking to
Alkali Pete. :

“T shore knows wito's outside,” was the answer. “‘T
took a squint a, minuté ago and [ seen. Mealy Mouth
Hawky an’ two. Injuns. One of ‘em war Mountain
Eagle. aay re squatted on ther ground beyond ther
fire line an’ aire watchin’ ther trap.”

“That's all right. I hope they'll keep the position We
some: time.”

With these words Buffalo: Bill: shouldered the dead body
of the Arapahoé and started down the slope.

“What in thunderation aire ye up ter?” questioned the
lanky plainsman.

“Up to snuff, I hope. I haven’t time to explain.
hear from me before Jong.”

Arrived at the outlet Buffalo Bill laid down his bur-
den and looked through the vines. The Indians and
Maricopa Dan were still in a bunch outside the brush by
the natural bridge.

He knew the Indian call, and imitated it. Quickly fol-
lowing it, and before the answer came, he thrust through
the opening in the vines the head and a part of the body
of the Arapahoe. This was done to assure the enemy that
the, call was a genuine one, The exhibition was short,
not more than three seconds, just long enough for those
outside to catch a glimpse of the head of the Arapahoe
without having -opportunity to grasp any suspicious de-
tail. That it was successful the movement of the group
quickly demonstrated.

In the rush for the mouth of 4 tunnel, Maricopa Dan
was leader. In his eagerness to keep his position he
made a misstep just as he was close to the vines, and
would have fallen down the bank and into the pool if he
had not caught at the stout body of the largest vine
and thereby saved himself.

But the action had consequences which rudely inter-
fered with the program of the king of scouts, The hang-
ing weight of the outlaw’s body did not upfoot the great
vine, but it did something that affected a scenic change.
It jerked the whole network of vines from the face of
the rock, and,.as the mass fell forward upon the per-
son of Maricopa’ Dan, covering him completely, the mouth
of the tunnel became exposed and the approaching Arapa-
hoes looking upward beheld, not the form of one of their
nation, but the stalwart/figure of a Bill, their most
dreaded enemy.

His surprise was not as great as theirs, and his re-
volvers were cracking before any one of them had time
to assutne the offensive. bo re

When the return: fire was made, the Scout ‘was: where

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no bullet could reach him. Of the five’ Arapahoes, who
had started for the turinel, but “two were’ alive.” These two
discharged their pistols, and then’ beat’ a’ retréat.:

They were in the brush: by ‘the’ bridge: when “Buffalo
Bill cautiously looked “out, » Quickly’ he withdrew’ ‘his
head, for he believed’ that beneath him’ a ial mass
of vines’ lay Maricopa: Dane :

Lying flat?on his’ stomach he: waited: for the: moment
when the outlaw “should attempt to leave his ~ position.
His eye was on’ the vines, and as the moments went by

-and no movement came his’ a took on’ a look of dis-

appointment.

“Can it be,” he oie “that the ‘tascal | dropped into
the water while I was blazing away?” °°

His cogitations were interrupted: by the - appearance ‘of
Edna Lane. “We heard a faint noise from this direc-
tion,” she said, “and so q came down to: see a AWAS
sone Ons”

“You aré a brave woman,” ee naee ‘Buffalo Bill.

“Tl thought I might be of some help,” she responded
simply. “I did not want you to look upon me always as
ara: 4

“You are anything but that,
told her what had occurred.
-“That man went into the water,” was’ her “comment.
She stepped to the opening: before’ Buffalo Bill could
prevent her and looked across the pool.’

There was a puff of smoke from a point on the
bridge; and a bullet just missed her head. ep

With a slight scream she drew back from the openirie.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” said: Buffalo ‘Bill re-
provingly.

“I know it,” she replied, “and yet IT am ee now. that
I did it. That shot was fired by Maricopa: Dan. He is
under thé bridge. He saw a face, and, without waiting
to identify it, he sn i He would not Gee shot if he
had recognized’ me,’

The king of scouts crawled back a few feet, a4 sa
stood. up.

“Those two Indians are not going to feave ‘the brush
until they hear from Mouhtain Eagle,” said he an

“And Maricopa Dan will go up to the clearing’ and
tell the chief what has occurred down here,” rejoined
Edna Lane. a :

“He will unless I can prevent him. I am: going to try
to do it. I am going to play Indian. Goback into the
tunnel while I am putting on the togs of this Arapahoe.”

Buffalo Bill quickly divested himself of his clothes; and
as quickly donned the garments of the dead Indian. After
the headdress was on and he had hurriedly smeared his
face, he crawled to the opening sand then
his body: forward quickly allowed it to roll
steep bank into the water.

Maricopa Dan, seeing the body roll -down
supposed that it had been thrust out of the tunnel by
Buffalo Bill. He was with the two Indians when’ the
body struck the water, having just come up to them from
under the bridge. He saw the body sink and saw it*rise
to sink again, and then started to cross the bridge. “It was
narrow-and without’ protecting sides, ‘and: walking: phy
a person could look under it. Re aa eens

The outlaw, with Ins mind oi the body « he’ had) seen
shoot into: ‘the water, cast his eyes: downward, and whi at
he saw made him fod his Head undérstandingly, a The
body was under the bridge and half out of w aier “Fhe

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stream swiftly flowing out of the pool was both narrow
and shallow, and the body borne by the current had
caught between two rocks near the middle of the stream
and was being firmly held there. The head was above
water and rested on the top of one of the rocks,

“That’s exactly where I was caught,” said the out-
law to himself, as he regarded the body. ‘“‘The current
took me under ther bridge when | was as good as dead,
and ther rocks held me from goin’ farther an’ squeezed
ther water outer my stomach. An’ thar [| lay until my
breath came back an’ | was able ter do business.”

As the villain continued to look he saw the body twitch
and the head slightly raise, but not enough for him to see
the face. Buffalo Bill was too wise to carry his decep-
tion to the danger point.

‘By ther limpin’ Jonah, that Injun is alive!” the aston-
ished outlaw exclaimed. “Ther duckin’’ has revived him.
Good! We shore want all ther help we can git.”

He ran across the bridge and quickly descended to the
shore of the stream. The body was gone from between
the rocks. It lay, face downward, upon the sand of the
shore.

The shoulders were heaving convulsively, and groans
were issuing from -the throat.

Maricopa Dan stooped and attempted to turn the body
over, but as soon as his hands touched the scout there
came a response that paralyzed every faculty of the
treacherous Red Rider.

Buffalo Bill rose up, as if he had been on springs, and
he was sitting on Maricopa Dan’s chest and his fingers
were about the villain’s throat before the victim could real-
ize what had happened. His resistance was feeble. He
knew he was done for, and that in the hands of this
powerful and determined enemy he would be as a child.

After the outlaw had been bound and gagged Buffalo
Bill arose and started to cross the stream. At the edge
of the water he stopped and looked toward the mouth
of the tunnel. He saw, dimly, the form of Edna Lane,
and waved his hand to her. Then he leaped from rock
to rock, gained the other side of the stream, and, taking

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the left of the bank at the end of the bridge, begait

the ascent. ,

The two Indians in. the brush could see over the
bridge, but not under it. It was the scout’s design to
come upon them from the side farthest from the pool,
and take them by surprise.

He reached the top of the bank, and, with his: head con-
cealed, looked through the bushes. The Indians were
near the other end of the clump, and were squatted on
the ground with their eyes turned toward the bridge.
They had seen Maricopa Dan leave the bridge to go
down to the water, and they were wondering why he
did not return.

Buffalo Bill could have shot them where they sat, but
his soul revolted at the thought of anything so cold-
blooded.

All at once the Arapahoes began an excited conver-
sation. The scout understood what was said. They had
arrived at the conclusion that the Indian they had seen
roll into the pool was not dead, and that Maricopa Dan
had gone down to rescue him from the water.

Suddenly, one of the Arapahoes arose and crept’ toward
the bank where Buffalo Bill lay concealed. He was going
down to the water to ascertain what had delayed Mari-
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The king of scouts hastily retreated, and, finding shel-
ter behind a projection of the arch of the bridge, waited
for the Arapahoe to show himself.

Unsuspicious of danger, the Indian started down the
bank for the water. In a moment he would have seen
the bound form of Maricopa Dan if Buffalo Bill had
not leaped on ‘his back and rolled with him to the shore
below. Here were many sharp rocks, and the Indian in
his rapid descent, with the heavy body of the scout on
top of him, struck one of them. The point clove his skull
and punctured the brain, producing instant death.

Relieved at the manner in which one of his two foes had
been dispatched, Buffalo Bill again ascended the bank.

' He saw the remaining Indian, arid, rubbing his face with

dirt, boldly pushed forward through the bushes.

The Arapahoe saw him and quickly jumped to his feet.
As the scout, with head bowed, came nearer, the Indian
penetrated the disguise. With a guttural exclamation he
raised his revolver. But the shot that was meant to kill
the scout was never fired. Another pistol spoke, and the
Arapahoe took his departure for the happy hunting
grounds.

The victory on the pool end of the tunnel was complete.
Buffalo Bill’s ruse had worked to a charm... The two In-

‘dians were dead, and Maricopa Dan was a prisoner.

In a satisfied frame of mind the king of scouts re-
turned to the captive, and bore him in his strong arms
to the mouth of the tunnel.

Edna Lane met him with sparkling-eyes. “I
saw such a man,” said she, in enthusiastic appreciation.
“After this I shall never oppose anything that you sug-
gest.”

“Luck favored me a whole lot,’”’ he replied.

“I wish I had your nerve,’ she returned. There was
admiration in her look. Buffalo Bill smiled at her, and
then got down to business.

“Do you think you can run the tunnel for a little while?”
he asked.

“Give your orders, and 1 will obey them,” she re-
sponded, with firm lips.

“There are but three enemies left,” said he, “Mealy
Mouth Hawky, Mountain Eagle, and an Arapahoe brave.
They are all up in the clearing. It is my plan to sur-
prise them. I shall take Alkali Pete, and we will go
out of this tunnel, over the bridge, and up the hill to
the clearing. While we are away I wish you to remain
here and keep guard over this interesting scoundrel at
my feet. He’s powerless for harm, for I have tied. him
for keeps. But don’t leave him for a minute. Keep your
eyes on him all the time, and shoot him if necessity should

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arise,
“Vou will find him here when you return,” she said,
and there was no mistaking the expression of her face.
“IT am sure of it,” he responded, and then. hurried
through the tunnel to have his talk with Alkali Pete.
The lanky plainsman listened to the story of the doings
at the outlet and beyond it with many nods of the head.
“Ve aire ther boss, Buffler,’, he said. “I allers main-
tained it, an’ I allers will maintain it. Ther jig is shore

up fer ther tail end of ther amalgermated bunch of thiev-
ery an’ murder that set out ter do business in these yer
hills contrary ter ther statoots in sich cases made. an’
pervided. Come on, I’m sp’ilin’ ter do suthin’ if only ter
show that I warn’t made ter play ther statoot act’ or
blush onséen like a rose in a cabbage patch.”

  
 

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Twenty minutes later the two scouts were looking into
the clearing. Mealy Mouth Hawky and the two Indians
were sitting as guards over the entrance to the tunnel.

Mealy Mouth Hawky was speaking when the scouts
came within hearing distance.

“T’ve got an idea, chief,” he was saying, “that if worked
out will give us a chance to mass our forces and make
it easier for us to rout out the enemy. We can cover
the entrance to the tunnel and then go down to the out-
let and play a safe game. I am willing to fill the hole
in front of us. There is no danger, for if a head should
pop out, one of you can shoot it. First, Ill put in a lot
of burned timbers, after that rocks, stones, ashes, and
earth. T’ll chuck in so much stuff and tramp it down so
hard that it will take a mighty long time to burst out
rae.

“You may do it,’ responded Mountain Eagle, “and
when the work is done I will leave you to guard the
clearing.”

‘ Mealy Mouth Hawky frowned at this, but in a moment
his face cleared.

AM right,.\ he) said.io
will be a pudding.”

The. scouts looked at each
program suited them perfectly.

For an hour Mealy Mouth Hawky worked. Toward
the conclusion of his labors he was assisted by the In-
dians. ;

The tunnel closed, Mountain Eagle and the other In-
dian left the clearing. The scouts saw them coming, and
quickly changed their hiding place. Concealed behind
a bowlder on one side of the trail they waited in fierce
expectancy.

The Indians reached the bowlder, were about to pass
it when two large stones, thrown by hands of experi-
ence, stopped their progress. Each stone struck a head
and produced a fall. The skull of Mountain Eagle’s brave
was crushed, and the chief himself was stunned.

“My stone war a leetle larger an’ a leetle sharper than
yourn, Buffler,” remarked Alkali Pete, as he looked at the
dead body of the brave he had killed. “Howsumever,
I ain’t a-kickin’ none, fer ef anybody ever desarved death
it’s this yer redskin. Thar wasn’t a good p’int about him.
While I war waitin’ in ther tunnel fer suthin’ ter hap-
pen, [| heard this yer ’Rappyhoe say that when I war
killed he war goin’ ter cut out ‘my liver an’ eat it raw.
Ye would, would ye?” giving the body a kick. “Waal,
whar ye’ve gone, ye won't hev raw things ter play with.
Everythin’ will be hot, an’ ye’ll be ther hottest propersi-
tion in ther devil’s outfit,”

Buffalo Bill, after binding the unconscious Mountain
Eagle, sat down: and lighted a cigarette, Alkali Pete
produced a cob, and the scouts smoked a few minutes
without a word being uttered.

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like easy jobs, and that one

other and smiled. The

“What do you say to having some fun with Mealy
Mouth before we close in on him?” said the king of
scouts, after a while.

“I’m shore agreeable, Buffler. He’s: a’ mean little cuss,
an’ as ras a hull lot comin’ ter-him we outer give him
all we can’

“T am somewhat me a ventriloquist,” continued ‘Buffalo
Bill, “and with the Arapahoe-yell business we ought to
make a little entertainment.”

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the ground near the smoldering ruins of the log house,

heard these words:

“Somebody git ter me quick!”

The voice was weak and seemed to issue from the
tunnel.

The outlaw jumped to his feet,
in his countenance.

There came another call. It was charged with mortal
t€fror:: c

“Buffalo Bill is comin’. He’s goin’ ter kill me.
Help?’

Mealy Mouth Hawky started to leave the clearing when
from one side came an Arapahoe yell.. It was quickly
succeeded by a similar yell from the other side.

The now thoroughly bewildered outlaw stood still, not
knowing which way to turn.

Suddenly, Buffalo Bill and Alkai Pete stepped into
the clearing.

“Hands up!” commanded the king of scouts.

The outlaw gazed at the muzzles of the two revolvers,
each charged with sudden death, and his hands went up.

“You are the last,” said the king of scouts. “Your little
game has been knocked into a cocked hat.’

“All killed?” asked the prisoner faintly.

“All but three, and they are prisoners. You are one
of the three. The gallows waits for Maricopa Dan,
Mountain Eagle, and Mealy Mouth Hawky.”

The outlaw’s head sank to his breast.
more.

That night the captors and captives camped in the
cafion, and the next day reached the camp which the

fear and amazement

Help!

He said no

‘troop of cavalry had recently vacated.

Edna Lane was escorted to the ranch of her uncle,
and then Buffalo Bill took his prisoners to Fort Double-
day.

After a ‘trial, all thee were sentenced ‘6 be hanged.
Mountain Eagle might have escaped death if the evi-
dence had not shown his complicity in the plot te rob the
treasure wagon.

Many times since the adventures in the Arapahoe coun-
try has Buffalo Bill been a welcome guest at the home
of Edna Lane, in Louisville.

She is still unmarried, and is devoted to her art. One
of her famous pictures Has for a foreground a pool in
the Rockies. A part of the: background shows one of
the arches of a natural bridge.

THE END,
“Buffalo Bill’s Camp Fires; é6r, The Bad Man of Snake

River Crossing,” is the title of the story that you will
find in the next issue of this weekly, No. 81, out March

28th. Pawnee Bill plays an important part in this story. .

The pards get into some mighty tight corners, and the
way they get out of them makes mighty interesting
reading.

TO TEST THE AIR OF A ROOM.

The following is a simple method of ascertaining
whether the air in a room is pure or not. Take a clear
glass-stoppered bottle, capable of holding about half a
pint, into the room, the air of which you want to test.
Stuff a linen cloth into the bottle, and withdraw it
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Then put a tablespoonful of clear lime water into it, and
replace the stopper. Shake. the bottle for a few minutes,
and, if the air is pure, the lime water will remain clear.
If, (on ‘the. contrary:<1t 15 bad, and loaded with carbonic
acid, the lime water will become turbid, or even milky.
The reason for this is that lime and carbonic acid’to-
gether form chalk, which clouds the water.

 

MARION AND HIS MEN.

By JOHN DE MORGAN.

CHAPTER XXIII

MARIE OLCOTT’S PERIL.

After the fall of Charleston and the capture of nearly
the whole patriot army in Carolina, the people suffered
from a terrible reaction.

They began to believe that-it was an utter impossibility

to drive out the British, and that'it would be good policy

to make friends with the foreign usurpers..

There were two men who would not bow the knee to the
English power, Major Horry and Major Olcott.

General Marion had escaped, no one knew whither, and
so he was out of the question.

The British army of occupation in South Carolina num-
bered three thousand, while there were at least fifty thou-
sand Carolinians, but they were unarmed and_ broken-
spirited.

Never did people sink so apathetically into slavery,
by no other name could it be called.

The British behaved with the utmost cruelty, and availed
themselves of the apathy of the people to enrich their
own coffers and gratify their pleasures.

Marie Olcott was.a finely formed girl, looking at least
four years older than she really was.

A few days after the fall of Charleston she was un-
avoidably alone, walking toward home.

She was exquisitely pretty, and her figure was perfec-

for

“Ah, my pretty Marie; what kindness fate has shown

me!”

Marie’s face was crimson as she heard the words, for
she recognized the voice as that of Lieutenant Stark, of
the King’s Own Fusileer Guards.

Stark had seen Marie several times, and had, as he
imagined, fallen most desperately in love with her.

She had shunned him, and shown in a ladylike, maidenly
manner, that she did not wish to have anything to do with
him,

He was fond of wine, and spent his money. lavishly
at the gambling table

He scoffed at religion and laughed at morality.

No wonder that Marie Olcott should shun him as au
would the plague.

When he spoke to her that afternoon she quickened her
pace, and did not reply to him.

“Marie, you cannot escape me now;
speak to you.”

As he spoke he placed his hand on her shoulder,
held her firmly.

“Unhand me, sir; or

“What, my ptetty dear?’

“I will call for help.”

I must and will

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“Ha! ha! ha! There isn’t a man within twenty milcs

 

who would dare to hinder one of the King’s Own Fusileers. °

Ha! ha! ha!”

But although he was so confident, he took the precau-
tion of tying his handkerchief over her mouth.

“Now I can talk to you,” he said, holding her hands
tightly. fs

She kicked, but her little feet made but slight impres-
sion on his well-covered legs, and seeing her failure she
remained passive,

“T love you, Marie; and as you would never give me
the chance to tell you so, I had to take it; and you, too,
for you are mine now, and I shall not let you go.”

He spoke slowly and with deliberation, watching her
face all the while.

She had splendid control of her features, and not’ a
muscle of her face quivered.

He thought she had resigned herself, and was half sorry,
for he would rather have seen her struggle, and seen the
hot blood mount to her face.

“T shall take you to the city, and there our chaplain
shall make you my wife. I little thought 1 should cap-
ture so fair a rebel on my jaunt to-day.”

Marie had continued passive; her plans were quickly |

formed.

She would delay him as long as possible, and then would
watch her opportunity to escape.

He was almost maudlin with excess.of wine, and she
thought he would soon fall asleep.

His voice was husky, his Step unsteady; both signs of
inebriation.

His grasp on her hands slackened a little and she gear
snatched away her right hand.

With it she tore the handkerchief from her mouth, and
a sigh of relief. escaped her when she felt free to breathe
and speak.

“You say you want me to be your wife;
young. |

“Never mind, I am satisfied.’

“I wonder at you—a soldier, who should be a gentle-
man—trying to force an unwilling girl to be your bride.’

“But you won't be unwilling; now, will you? I am
not poor. In my own country I am a squire, and keep my
hounds; I have a cockpit on my estate, and some of the
choicest birds fight there every week when I am at home.
You will enjoy your life when you get away from this
beastly country.”

“Sir! no one shall speak of my native land like that.”

“Hal hal halo) wont do so again.) Come, Jet, us
got

He tried to pull her through a gap in the fence, alon
a path which was a near road to the city.

“J will not go that way,’ she said, with strong em-

phasis.
_ “T see your little game. You think you would meet some
of your rebel friends. What deepness! Who'd have
thought you were anything but milk. and water. You
shall go the way I want.”

He put his arm round her waist, and lifted her through
the fence.

“Help! Is there no one to help me?” she cried.

Harry Sumpter,.a nephew of the patriot general, heard
the cry.

“A woman in distress, ‘ by Heaven! Where is she?”

Sumpter was only eighteen years of age, and as brave

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as his cousin; but he was very shortsighted, and there-
fore had not joined the patriot army.

He listened a moment.
He leaped the fence as easily as a racer, and was close
to Stark and his victim before he actually saw them.

“Put down that lady!” cried Sumpter.

“Lady—she is my wife,” answered Stark.

Sumpter did not believe him, and when he saw that
Marie was effectually gagged, he had still greater rea-
sons for doubt.

“Put her down, and let Hee answer for herself.”

“Who are you, that dares to molest an officer in the
King’s Own Fusileers?”

“An American, and a man, who fears not the ing him-
self,”

"A rebel. Ah, 1 ‘thought™ as ache
Tu run my sword through you.
back to her friends.”

“Tl not stand aside until I have heard the lady’s own
version.”

“Merely a conjugal quarrel——” commenced Stark.

Sumpter thought differently, and in his warmth de-
clared that the lady, if a wife now, would be a widow
in a few minutes if Stark persisted in keeping her a
prisoner. :

The English officer saw he had a most determined youth
to deal with, and while he held Marie in his arms he was
powerless to defend himself.

Sumpter wore a dress sword, as was customary with
gentlemen in those days, for none knew the moment when
defense would be necessary.

He drew his sword, and stood barring Stark’s way.

“Draw and defend yourself!”

“You will hurt the lady.”

_ Marie was struggling so violently to escape that Sump-
ter thought he could assist her.

He pricked Stark’s arm. The sharp steel passed through
his sleeve and drew blood.

With a howl of pain he dropped Marie, who quickly
tore the covering from her head, and fell on her knees be-

' fore Sumpter.

“Save me, sir; | am not his wife. I—hate him.”

“So I thought, young lady. Look, the coward has es-
coped

“Let him go, please; for my sake.”

“No, miss; he must be punished. He will return,
there is no outlet that way.”

“But do not hurt him.”

“Why? I thought you hated him.”

“So I do; he is cruel and wicked, but I do not like
to see any one hurt; besides, he might——”

“You are afraid of what he might do?”

Nest

Stand aside, or

I must carry my wife

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for

“I don’t think he will be in a fit state to do as

to you after I get through with him.”

“It is not that I fear.”

“What, then ?”

“You might be wounded.”

A warm tint spread itself over her face as she spoke,
and it was good to see, for Sumpter knew that he had made
a good impression on her, and he already loved her, though
he knew not her name, and had not seen her ten minutes
before.

“I will see you to a place of safety,” he said.

“You have not promised me——’

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“What ?”

“That you will let him escape.”

“TI promise. Unless he attacks me, he shall go free.”

“You will not provoke a quarrel?”

“No; but why so anxious ee him?”

“J am not; it is about you.”

“Sweet words; but I forgot, I have not introduced my-
self. I am Harry Sumpter.”

“T know General Sumpter.”

“He is my. uncle.”

“Indeed! I am so glad. I am Marie Olcott. My

“Sister to Marion Olcott?”

Yes. <

“He is my friend. How came you in that Englishman's
power?” i

Marie told her story, and had a most attentive listener.

Her voice was sweet and low, and Harry Sumpter
thought he had never heard anything so musical and de-
lightful.

He escorted her to her home, and received the thanks-
of Madam Olcott:

CHAPTER XXIV.
TRAGEDY. _

It was not to be expected that Lieutenant Stark, of the
King’s Own Fusileers, would submit tamely to the re-
~puff he had received from a rebel, as he was. pleased to
call Harry Sumpter.

As the country was under martial law, Stark knew he
had but to say the word and his opponent would be ar-
rested and most probably hung, or, if not, at least he
would have a whipping at the triangle.

It was a great crime to oppose one of the king’s of-
ficers.

Stark wanted all the glory of Sumpter’s
therefore said nothing to his superiors.

He was in command of a foraging company,. and thus
had ample chance to seize young Sumpter, against whom
he could easily manufacture a charge.

Chance gave him his opportunity the very next day.

Harry Sumpter had called on Marie Olcott, and on his
way home he saw Stark and three soldiers in the road
ahead of him.

Discretion would have counseled turning back, but Sump-
ter was full.of the fire of youth, and felt that “thrice is
he armed that hath his quarrel just.”

Perhaps it would not have availed him had he retreated,
for the English officer had seen him, and was ready to
encounter or pursue as might be necessary.

‘The King’s Own Fusileer felt Pie for he had three
others with him.

It is very improbable that he ee have waited for
the American had he been alone.

Sumpter was quite prepared.

He had his sword and two pistols, for he knew the times
were perilous, and did not wish to sell his life too cheaply.

“Ah, my valiant young rebel, well met!” exclaimed Stark,
drawing his sword, an example followed by thé Ameri-
can.

Turning to his men, Stark said, in a blustering voice :

“You see_he draws his sword against the King’s Own.
therefore against the king; you are a ae sir. Seize
him, men!”

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tenant, and his men “ae! knew whether to cuey his
command or not.

Seeing their hesitation, ‘Sumpter waved his sword threat-
eningly. *

“I have not dees my ot against King "Gedtee of
England; but I have a private affair to settle with this—
this—fellow—this insulter of ladies, a would- be abductor.”

“Seize him!”

“The first man who attempts to do so dies !” said Sump-
ter calmly, and the soldiers saw he meant what he said.

“Seize him, I say; and if he kills one of you he shall
die the death of a traitor.”: i

It was not much consolation to the soldiers, for his
death would not benefit them if they were moldering in
the ground.

Stark made no attempt to assist in the patriot’s caprare.

Sumpter looked at the lieutenant a moment.

The extremest contempt was conveyed by that lool.”

“Stand on one ads men; and let your leader defend
himself.’ Te
“Seize him, you cowards; or I'll brand you as mutineers.”

The soldiers dare not disobey.

They stepped forward, but the quick hand of the Ameri-
can had his sword’s point at the breast of the foremost,
and as he seemed pressed nearer out came a pistol, and he
was covered.

Even then the odds were two to one, but Stark was
afraid to interfere.

“Surrender, men, and I’ll save your lives.”

No one likes to die, and the men were only hirelings.
They did not join the Fusileers because of their patriotism
or the love of the cause for which the English were fight-
ing.

a were mercenaries—men who ead the army ‘be-

ause it promised to be an easy, idle life.

te threw up their hands and asked for mercy.

“Cowards!? shouted Stark.

Sumpter ee ines his sword, and made towatd the of-
ficer.

“You shall not escape me!” he cried, “I know your at-
tempt to capture me has failed. One of us dies!”

“Til not fight.”

“You dare not. You coward! Men, look at your of-
ficer; he commands you to fight, and dare not strike a
blow himself”? = oe

Lieutenant Stark was humiliated before his men.

That was a severe blow to his pride.

“Come, you upstart,” he said, “it was only out of fear
of hurting you that I desisted.”

Sumpter heard the words, but did not smile.

He knew the meeting was likely to be a serious one.

One must die.

Life was sweet to young Sumpter, far sweeter than a
few days before, for now he oe met Marie.

The swords crossed.

A dangerous fire flashed from two baile or eyes.)

How those blades of steel shone in the sunlight.

How prettily the rays played along the polished metal.

What a pity it seemed that they should be stained with
blood,

The blades gleamed ard made a noise like that of an
anvil, for the two ten ‘fought at close quarters.

At first Sumpter contented himself with parrying Sta rk’s
thrusts.

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reached Sumpter. His skili was astonishing, but the
American was an excellent master of fence.

Once Sumpter got a chance, for the fusileer. left hie
self exposed, but with a strange chivalry, the American
lowered his sword and refused to take advantage of his
chance. mya: a -

This made no inpfession on the young officer.

He was all the more desperate. ;

He had a wrist of iron, and Sumpter could not. disarm
him, ae as

At last Stark made a thrust_ so quick and long that |
Sumpter could only partially parry it.

His sleeve was pierced, and the cold steel just touched
his bare arm.

This made the American angry.

Instead of defending, he became the attacking party.

Taking advantage of a mistake in the position of his
sword, Sumpter made so firm a fanconade. that he reached
his, and the sword entered his breast.

He fell back on the grass, a tiny stream of blood spurt-
ing through ‘his doublet.

Seeing their leader fall, the three scldiers Hished ‘upon
Sumpter and he found himself on the defensive.

He cut, and slashed, and parried, and thrust 80 | ‘rapidly
that he was able to hold all three at bay.

It was a terrible fight, for the three soldiers had the
strength of mature manhood, while Sumpter was only a
bey, strong for his age, but still a Stripling.

He was nearly exhauSted. _

His arm was swollen and his brain was dizzy.

By a fortunate chance he spitted one of the soldiers,
and thus reduced the odds against him. M

The two others fought desperately.

They wished to avenge the death of their leader, for
the open mouth and glassy eyes of the prostrate lieu-
tenant showed plainly that he had fallen never to rise |

- again.

The time came when Sumpter could not “distinguish
his opponents,

The blood had congested in his brain, and a dim. red
hue was over everything, but he fought mechanically.

It did not look as though he had any chance.

Neither had he, unaided.

But when hope had altogether forsaken him an unex-
pected ally appeared.- :

The crack of a pistol and the whizzing of a bullet told
that some one had joined in the fray, but Sumpter heard .
not the report.

He was conscious that-one of his antagonists fell, but
why, he knew not, 1

The remaining soldier was no coward.

He had faced death before, and had resolved that if
he had to die, Sumpter should keep him company.

But as he stepped forward to plunge his sword through

the brave young fellow’s heart his foot slipped in a pool

of blood, and he fell; but as he did so another shot. was
fired, and the third soldier was dead. SG
Sumpter conti: nued to cut and parry a thrust, though
no foes. were neared oe
“But gradual ly the mov ements ‘of his arm became slower
and his sword dropped ftom his hand. Pca
He fell forward as his deliverer came up.
The shots had been fired by Marie Olcctt.
She had seen the combat, and ’ hurried |!
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She had returned just in time to save her friend.

Although the sight of blood usually sickened her, she
dragged Sumpter away and looked to see if he was still
alive.

“My love, my love, have they killed you?” she cried,
almost hysterically. _

She loosened his collar and unfastened his vest.

His heart was beating.

Hope animated her.

“He will live, I know he will!” she exclaimed exult-
ingly.

His eyes opened.

Had he recognized her or was he dreaming?

“Marie!” he murmured, and sank back again to uncon-
sciousness.

When he recovered he was lying on a bed in Madam
Olcott’s house, being tenderly nursed by that lady -and
her daughter.

He had no knowledge of the conflict. . ;

His mind was a blank; only one thing seemed to rouse
him, and that was the presence of Marie in the room.

It was nearly a week before he learned how his life
had been saved by Marie, and even then he did not know
that he was in the greatest danger of arrest.

One of the soldiers had not been killed, and when he
was found he managed to tell of the fight, though he
knew nothing of Marie’s valorous courage.

The English commander, Lord Cornwallis, who had
succeeded Sir Henry Clinton, had offered a reward for the
body of Harry Sumpter, and decreed confiscation of all
‘property belonging to any who should shield him.

When Sumpter learned. this he resolved to leave at once
rather than endanger his benefactors.

Francis Olcott was to start the next day for. North
Carolina, where General Marion had gone to ‘rally the
patriots, and Sumpter purposed to accompany him.

Before daybreak the next morning the two young men
started on their perilous journey—but not before Marie had
confessed to Sumpter sles much she loved him.

“My life belongs to you,’ * he fe “for you saved it.”

“But not before you saved mine,” she replied.

“Our lives belong to each other, then, and so through
life we will be true and leal.”

She wished him Godspeed, and a tear glistened in her
eye at parting. -

How he wished she had been able to accompany him;
and had she but known—had he but known no pare
would have taken place that morning. —

Before nightfall the sky was heavy with ee of
flame and smoke proceeding from. the Olcott homestead.

It had been fired by incendiaries, and reduced to aslies.

Madam Olcott’s dead and charred ‘body was scarcely

recognizable.
Only Marie had ceegee:
Tilda had fallen from a window and broken her neck.
‘F ortunately Marion and Francis were away.
Marie fought the flames as long as she could, and then,
finding how futile was her labor, ‘fled for her life.

CHAPTER XXV.
HARDSHIPS.

va haces would Hot bow the knee to English ty-
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and determined that if South Carolina was satisfied with
British rule, he would go to the North.

His plantation was confiscated, his negroes all taken
from him; what little money he had was. stolen, and all
he possessed was the horse which Scotch Macdonald had
given him at Georgetown.

Without a cent in his pocket, he. eed North.

“T can live with the people; surely some will find me
a bite and a sup,” he reasoned.

But he had not got far away before he experienced
all the horrors of the reaction which had set in.

“Colonel Tarleton will soon drive the Continentals out,”
shouted one idle loafer as Horry passed.

A dozen young fellows echoed the cry, and some even
threw stones at the man who had risked and lost every-
thing, save his life and honor, for the people’s cause.

With a sad heart he left the main road,. and oes
into the woods. |

All day he rode, hungry and tired.

His horse was better off than he, for the horse could eat
erass.

“For the love of Heaven, give me a crust of bread,”
exclaimed Horry, as he tottered to a farmhouse door, late
in the evening, his rheumatism troubling him.

“Alas! I dare not,’. answered the woman, “Only yes-
tere’en one of Colonel Tarleton’s men said the house would
be burned down and my good man hanged if we harbored
Continentals—he said rebels.”

“But I am hungry——”

“Go, my good man, go; if you should be seen here my
house would be destroyed.”

“And so you refuse me a bit of bread?”

“I must. Please go.”

He mounted his horse, and had scarcely strength enough
to keep his seat in the saddle.

He saw some children eating some bread.

‘Almost frantic with hunger, he was tempted to snatch
it from them.

He had fasted nearly two days.

He dismounted, and having secured his horse ‘he laid
down in a grassy bank and fell asleep.

When he awoke the sun was shining brightly, and he.
knew he had slept many hours.

His horse had got loose. ;

Where could it have strayed ?

What if it had been stolen? Ae oo

The thought made the tears fill his eyes; for he was
exhausted with hunger, and his nerves were all unstrung.

Presently he heard a neigh.

He tried to run, but was too weak,

The horse had found a spring. of water, and was 5 sls
ing his thirst.

How welcome was that water!

Horry lay down on the ground and almost buried his
face in the spring, so eager was he to drink.

He seemed to regain strength as he drank.

Mounting his horse, he rode on for some five | or Six
miles.

Again the tormenting craving of fuer nearly over-
came him.

About a quarter of a mile ahead of him: he ‘could dis-
tinguish two men. :

2 will trust to them,’ he said ;
me.’

He tried to call out, but his voice was gone.

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“On my life, it is Horry!”
“Great Father in heaven, °
‘The two friends had met.

~~ Marion’s ankle ee pained: him so much ae his eee:

fess had been slow. °
His servant had devoted himself. to: his master’s fallen

fortunes, and was more like a friend than an employee.

“Where are you going, Horry?”

-“To the North, to fight our foes.”

“So am I. But I feel. hungry; I had an early break-
fast :

‘So had I—two days ago.”

“What, man, no breakfast yet?”

“No, Marion; nor yesterday. It is over forty hours
since I tasted food.” 4

“Here is shade. Let us rest and eat.
but what I have we will share.”

The servant took a piece of dried beef and a loaf of In-
dian bread from Marion’s saddlebags, and found a small
bottle of brandy in his pocket.

Never did food look~more tempting.

Horry could scarcely wait for the bread to be cut, but
Marion was considerate and assisted Horry to some bread
and meat the very first thing.

“Our happy days are over,” said Horry.

'“Pghaw! They haven’t begun yet. ‘Why, man, we shall

drive the British into the sea before long, and then they

will ery aloud for us to assist them.”

“I hope I may live to see it.”

“So do I. But what has become of all

“T have eaten it.’

“And that was all we had.

_two.

Marion!" ejaculated Horry.

 

I have not much,

the bread?”

Where will the next come

from?”
“Have you any money?” asked Horry.
“Not a cent. Have you?”
“No.”
“Faney three able-bodied men—no, I have a broken

ankle and you the rheumatism, so we will say one able-
bodied man and two cripples—traveling without money.”

They laughed, but their spirits were heavy.

That night after dark they reached a tavern, and boldly
knocked at the door.

The tavern keeper lighted a pine torch, and when he
saw that his guests wore the patriot regimentals, he placed
his hands in his pockets, and advised them to try a tavern
five miles farther on.

“But it is dark, ‘and we know not the way,”
Marion.

“It is a straight road.”

“But we are strangers.”

“I never did like strangers,” he answered.

“Do you know, sir, that this is the great general Francis
Marion?” asked Horry.

“Then, sir, my Boor hostelry. is not good enough. Go
to the next tavern.”

“We have fought your battles

“T never asked you to do so. I am very well satis-
fied with King George; I don’t want Mr. George”-——meaning
Washington. |

“Come, Horry ;.we will try the next tavern,” said Marion,
| and he was about to mount his horse when ieee women
came to the door. _

One was the tavern keeper’s wife, and the other his
| daughters.

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“Come in, worthy sirs.

Boe husband has a playful way

Then she turned to her husband :

“Don’t be a fool. Keep in with both sides is my plan.
You can charge them double to ease your conscience,
but they shall “stay here to-night.”

“As you like,’ he grumbled, and muttered something
unintelligible; but our friends did not care, for they were
soon sitting down to a good hot supper, and knew that
a comfortable bed awaited them.

The landlord was churlish, but his family were kind, and
so our heroes fared well.

On the morrow they left, the landlady telling them
there was no charge, as a friend’ had paid their bill.

Good woman, she had paid it herself rather than her
husband should insult them.

After they had gone some distance Marion’s servant
overtook them.

“That is a mighty good woman, is that yon,” he said,
“for she gave me all I could eat, and when I came away
she filled this bag for me. There is a big cooked ham,
a couple of roast chickens, a peck of crackers, and two
bottles of brandy. She stayed up all night to cook for
your honor.”

How these brave patriots rejoiced.

They were like children whose pockets are » filled with
cake and candies. ;

All day they rode through the woude. and toward night
they reached the house of Colonel Thatcher, one of the
truest patriots in North Carolina.

They received a hearty welcome, and although tired. they
sat talking far into the night.

They had not been in bed long before all were aroused
by a vigorous knocking at the door.

“Who demands admittance?” asked the colonel.

“For the love of Heaven, open; we are starving and
tired. We are South Carolinians.”
“Open the door,

“T know that voice,” shouted Marion.

Thatcher.”
And when the pine knot was lighted Central “Marion
saw Francis Olcott and Harry Sumpter.
“By all that’s holy! what brings you here?” asked
Marion.
“TO BE CONTINUED.

Startling Adventure in Kentucky.

I was one day traveling in Kentucky. I had for my,
companion a very fine fellow. : ae

In the mountains the roads are almost impassable; It
is uphill and down, through valleys, and on the brink
of precipices; and our horses got on with the utmost difh-
culty.

My comrade, coming to a path which appeared to be
better beaten and clear of underbrush, thought it would
be shorter than the path we were traveling, and led
us astray. vas

We sought our way out of the woods while it was yet
light; but the more we looked for the path the farther we
were from it. It was a very dark night, black as tar,

‘as the old saying is, when all at once we came upon a

We went in, and not without suspicion.
We had lost our road and

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might as well look for a needle in a haystack as to try
to find the road again that night.

As I have said before, we went in, and there we found
a whole family of charcoal burners at supper table. At
the first words they invited us to join them.

My young companion did not stop ior much ceremony,

but for my part I could hardly see it so soon. I did
net want to make friends quite so fast. Howsoever, we
were soon seated at the table, and eating and drink-
ing in right good earnest,’ he at least. For my own
part I could not help looking about the place, and at the
people. F

Our hosts, indeed, looked hike charcoal burners. But
the house! You would have taken it for an arsenal.
There were every variety of arms, such as knives, pistols,
muskets, sabers, and. cutlasses.
Supper ended, they left .us to ourselves, our hosts
sleeping below, we on the story on which we had been
eating. Only think of our sleeping apartment! I[t con-
sisted of a platform raised some seven’or eight feet above,
where we were to mount by a ladder, and there was the
bed that awaited us—a nest, into which we had to in-
troduce ourselves by climbing over. boxes and barrels
filled with provisions for one whole year. ;

My comrade was soon upon the bed above, and as soon
snoring, with head upon his “precious” portmanteau, which
he had placed under his pillow. But for my part I was
determined to keep awake, so I built-a good fire ane sat
myself down to watch all coming events.

‘The night was almost passed, and my fears began to
abate a little, when just at the time when it appeared to
ime that day was about to break, I heard our host and
his wife talking rather loud, below: me, as | thought; and
putting my ear to the chimney, which communicated with
the lower apartment, I distinctly heard these exact words
of the husband:

' “Well; well, let’s see—must we kill them both?”

’ To which the old woman answered “Yes,” and that is
ali lL treard: P

“How can I tell you the rest? I could scarcely breathe.
I felt sick and dizzy. To have seen me, then, you could
not have told whether I was dead or alive. Heavens!
When Tf yet think of it!) We two were almost without
arms, and to think there were eight or ten big, stout men
against us two, and my comrade fast asleep with fatigue.
To call him, or even to make the slightest noise, might
bring the whole gang upon us at once. To escape alone
and as a coward, was more than I would do, and leave
my comrade there alone. The window was not very
high, but under it were two great, wolflike dogs, who
would not stand about tearing us to pieces the moment
we touched the ground,

, But hark! through a chink in the door I saw the old
man, with a light in one hand, and one of the great knives
i had seen in the other. He mounted the stairs, his wife
after him. 1 was behind the door. _ He opened .it; but
before he came in he sat the lamp down, which his wife
took up, and came in. with his feet bare. _ She, coming in
behind him, said, in a smothered voice:

“Gently, go gently.”

He reached. the ladder and-mounted, his knife. Oe
his teeth, and going right to the hed, where my comrade
lay,. his throat all uncovered,- with one hand he took the
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ham that hung from a peg in the roof. He cut a goodly
quantity, and returned as he had come.

The door is shut, the light is vanished, and we are alone
When day appeared all the family came to
call us, as we had requested. They brought us plenty to
eat, and, in fact, served us a good breakfast. Two capons
formed part of it, of which our hostess said we must eat
one and carry away the other to eat on our journey.
When I saw the capons I at once comprehended the imean-

ing :
“Must we kill them both?

once more.

EASY AND DIFFICULT ANIMALS TO TRAIN, ~
the elephant is generally consid-
ered the easiest animal to train, being one of the most
intelligent of creatures and full of humor. It appears to
learn what is wanted of it with great. ease, and to. take
pride in performing it properly. Seals, sea lions, and
the black Tibet bears are quickly tained: the last being
the clown of a show, and causing great laughter by his
‘The, most difficult animals to deal
with are the panther, which is. both obstinate: and ex-
cessively fierce, and the pig, which is unquestionably the
most perverse and contrary among the animal. species.
Pigs can only be taught through their one weak point—
their gluttony. A clown, who had performing pigs, . said
his great talisman over them was his knowledge of. their
favorite food. His chief performing pig, he found, pre-
ferred beef fat. Putting a piece in his paola: he jumped
over hurdles and the pig followed him, and in that. way
he learned his exercise and was rewarded with his piece
of fat, which he received with many grunts of satis fac-
£10n) 0) . :

Excepting the dog,

performing tricks.

HOME-MADE FILTER. ©

A substitute for the ordinary filter may be constructed
as follows: Put into an earthen vessel—such as bakers
tise to form the loaves in, with a small hole at the bot-
tom or pointed end—some pieces of sponge, and on them
a sufficient number of small, clean pebbles to quarter fill
the vessel. Hang this filter, end downward; in a barrel
with the head out, leaving a space of about two or three
inches between the end of the filter and the bottom of
the barrel. The upper part of the filter should be kept
a little above the top of the barrel, which must always
be kept full of water. The sediment: of the water will
remain at the bottom.of the barrel, and the pure water
will-rise through the sponge and-pebbles to the vacant
part of the filter. It may be hung in.a cistern or water
butt, if more convenient. The pebbles and sponge should
be cleaned occasionally. Another economical filter. may
be made by taking out the head of a cask, setting it up-
right, and, at. a distance of. about one-third from the
bottom, putting in a shelf or partition pierced with small
‘holes, this shelf being covered with pebbles, upon which
is a layer of fresh charcoal made from bones, Over
this lay fine sand to the depth of an inch, covered with
another . layer: ‘of. pebbles; upon this should. be placed
anether shelf, pierced with holes, to, pr event the pebbles,
sand, and charcoal being. disturbed by. the -water which
is. poured -or ‘runs in at the. top. of the . cask, .and :after
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Success of Youngsters Depends on Spring Training.

The training camp plays a most important part in base-
hall these days. No player ever comes. from the minor
leagues meeting all the requirements of present-day big-
league baseball. The recruit may be a star fielder, he
may hit like a demon, but his base running may show
lack of proper execution.
of men is the real excuse for the training camp. Its
usefulness, however, is apparent in other ways. Years
ago club owners were brought face to face with this
fact.

The early school—for that is what the training camp is,
more or less—differed from the present-day institution,
for many new ideas have been installed as a means to
produce players who ultimately form the parts of a base-
ball machine. And it is right here in the training camp
that the wheels are set in motion. Baseball men say that
the success of a pennant-winning club is chiefly laid at
the training camp’s door, for there the recruits are first
schooled in the art of major-league baseball ‘science. How-
ever, it takes more than a couple of seasons in the South
to make a star. McGraw and Mack keep men on the
bench a couple of years before they call upon them to
play regularly. In camp they are taught how to play. On
the bench they watch others and see how they do it.
Baseball is not a game to-day that requires ability alone.
Intelligence is essential, too.

Only a few years ago it was the custom of various
clubs to shift quarters each spring.. There were reasons’
for this, though principally because climatic conditions
were not satisfactory. Customs are changing. Nowadays
when a club finds an ideal spot it doesn’t do any shift-
ing. Club owners are beginning to favor the permanent
camps. McGraw soon learned his lesson. Once he found
that the conditions at Marlin were ideal he didn’t hesi-
tate to make that his camp, and no team comes North
in the spring better trained than his. Of course he has
had bad seasons, for weather is changeable, no matter
‘where one goes in this country. On the average, how-
ever, the weather at Marlin has been most satisfactory.

Agreeable weather is not the only thing that a manager
must look out for when he is looking for a site. He must
figute the water, too. :

“Movie” Man Killed by Lion.

An encounter. with a lion caused the death of Fritz
Schindler, a member of an American moving-picture ex-
pedition, engaged in taking pictures of wild. animals in

their natural surroundings in Africa,

Schindler, with others of the expedition, was attempt-
ing to photograph a lion in the, jungle, when the animal
sprang upon him.

Volcano Kills Thousands in Japan.

It is impossible to estimate the number of persons killed
by the recent volcano eruptions, earthquakes, and tidal
waves in southern Japan. Government officials stated that
the first reports sent out from Tokyo were exaggerated.
They were hoping that the deaths would be numbered only
in hundreds instead of thousands, when an official who

Of course the conditioning .

was sent to the Island of Sakura to investigate reported
at least 10,000 of the island’s 19,000 population had been .
killed bythe eruption of the Volcano Sakurajima.

There have been two eruptions of Sakurajima since the
first great disaster, accompanied by a violent earthquake, |
causing the collapse of the few buildings that remained
standing in the city of Kagoshima. Many inhabitants of
the city who had returned fled again in terror. The erup-
tions and earthquakes have continued, but with activity
much subdued. Government officials say that it may soon
be possible to obtain an idea of the extent of the loss of
life and damage, but Professor Fusahichi Omori, the
seismologist, compares the disaster to the destruction of
Pompeii, and believés that the number of victims may |
never be known. The 400 houses in the village of Yoko-
hama lie buried in lava. Numerous other villages nes-
tling on the sides of Sakurajima were destroyed and the
slopes of the volcano, which were densely populated, are
covered with lava and ashes. Kagoshima is a wreck, even
its stone buildings have been shaken down. Enormous
fissures in the earth opened in many directions and to
great depth, this adding to the loss of life and property
and to the terror which seized the entire population.

Three hundred refugees were buried under a falling
cliff in a village near Kagoshima and nearly all were
killed.

There were terrible scenes during the height of the
disaster. People rushed madly inland and penetrated the
dense forests. It is probable that 200,000 people wandered
about the countryside for many hours. Thousands of
families are scattered and many women have gone in-
sane from this cause and terror. The struggles of
fugitives to board ships are likened to those of wolves
fighting for food.

The eruption of Sakurajima acted as a vent for the
general activity of the volcanic range and the damage in
other regions of southern Japan is less than was at first
feared. There is great suffering on the neighboring
islands, however. The Island of Kiushiu is covered with
ashes, even to the streets of Nagasaki. It has been found
impossible to give shelter or food to the thousands who
have lost their homes. The fact that the crops failed this
year has made the famine more extensive. Many of the
homeless folk are eating cats and dogs and spoiled grain.

The American Peace Society of Japan has issued an
appeal to the people of the United States for contribu-
tions to relieve the famine sufferers. The American
Red Cross Society has prepared to send a relief fund.

A New Winter Sport.

A new sport has been added to the list of winter
pastimes, that of skate sail racing. Although this form of
locomotion has long been in vogue as a means of pleas-
ure or convenience, it was not until recently that speed

contests were held.

At Top, Major Luis Terrazas; Below, Colonel Luis Guiltis.

The Terrazas family, once the most powerful in Mex-
ico, has lost two of its soldier members in the republic's
ploody civil war. Major Luis Terrazas III., and Colonel
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Luis Guiltis, cousins, of the Federal army, met death in
the battle of Ojinaga within three days of each other,
Guiltis dying first, at the hands of his.own men, who
shot him down from ambush.

Guiltis’ body was shipped to El Paso, Texas and then
to Chihuahua City, Mexico, for burial in the family ceme-
tery. The body of young Terrazas has not been found.
General Luis Terrazas, grandfather of the major and
uncle of the colonel, fled to El Paso when Villa’s revolu-
tionists took Chihuahua City, where the multimillionaire
land baron had made his home. Luis Terrazas, junior,
the general’s son, is a prisoner in Chihuahua, while all the
lands and all the other property the elder Terrazas could

not-take to the United States has been confiscated by Villa. .

. The Terrazas family, like all the other Mexican families
with great wealth, supported Diaz as president and later
stood by Huerta, who seized the presidency when Madero,
successor of Diaz, was murdered.

Loved to Eat Stone.

‘A habit of eating small bits of stone, formed when she
was a tiny. child, and over which in later years she had

no control, is thought to have been the cause of the.

death of Mrs. Grace Smock Albino, 24 years old, of
Kansas City. :

Mrs. Mary Smock, mother of Mrs. Albino, said that her
daughter craved rock as another person might desire
food.

“Ever since, Grace was a little girl she had chewed
and swallowed pieces of stone,’ Mrs. Smock said. “I
often talked to her about it, but I could not break her
of the habit. Many times when we were on the street
together Grace would ask me to wait for her while she
searched for a rock which would satisfy her. When she
found one she wanted she would nibble at it a bit and then
place it in her hand bag for later use.” .

Big-league Opening.

President B. B. Johnson and Secretary Harridge, of
the American League, met Barney Dreyfuss, of the Pitts-
burgh National League team, and Secretary Heydler, of
the National League, recently, to prepare the playing
schedule for 1914 of the National and American Leagues.

President Johnson said the American League season
would open April 14, and probably would close October
7. The National League season will open April 14, and
probably close about October 5.

Man Rolled Up in Snowball.

Alexander McGregor, an elderly man, was. rolled
through wet snow in front of a locomotive for a distance
of 150 feet recently, and when help reached him, was in
the middle of a snowball six feet in diameter. He was
seriously injured.

John Kinley Tener, Baseball's Big Man.

John Kinley Tener is Irish born, having first seen the
light of day in the city of Tyrone in the Emerald Isle
July 25, 1863. When a boy he settled in Pittsburgh, where
he was educated in the public schools. One of his first
jobs was that of a clerk. When his health began to fail
he was told by his physician that if he expected to live
che would have to seek outdoor employment. When he
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teams on the Sabbath. He was paid at the rate of $5 a
game. .

After playing for a time “in the bushes” he got his
first big-league engagement with the Pittsburgh club. He
played first base. He didn't stay long with Pittsburgh,
going to the Baltimore team. He was released by Balti-
more to the Haverhill, Mass., team. It was while playing
with this team that he first attracted attention as a
pitcher. He left the initial bag to go into the box, and
in 1885 was regarded as one of the best twirlers in the
game.

Pop Anson, of the Chicago club, heard of Tener. Anson
liked big men. Tener was more than. 6 feet tall and
weighed over 200 pounds. Tener went with Anson. He
pitched in many of the important games. One of: his best
exhibitions was at the New York Polo Grounds. He
was Opposed by Ed Crane, of the Giants. While the
Giants won by a 1 to 0 score, it was no fault of the big
Chicago pitcher that the game was lost to Anson’s men.

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All Americans in 1888. In 1889 he was a full-fledged
pitcher for the Chicagos, pitching thirty-one games.

In 1890 Tener was secretary of the Pittsburgh Players’
League Club, and one of the regular pitchers. In 1891
he quit baseball and went into the banking business as
cashier for a. Charleroi, Pa., institution. In 1907 he was
elected a member of the Sixty-fourth Congress, and in
I9II was inaugurated as governor of Pennsylvania, an
office which he still holds.

Governor Tener has never forgotten the old ball play-
ers, some of whom he has helped financially.

Some time ago he visited Chicago and met Fred Pfeffer,
Anson’s star second baseman, who played: the big bag
when Tener was a pitcher. Pfeffer, so the story goes,
was in hard luck. The governor bought a café in Chi-
cago for him, and.in two years Pfeffer paid for it in full,
and is now prospering. George Wood, the once-famous
outfielder, who played with the All Americans on the trip
around the world with the Chicagos in 1888, recently
was appointed to a position under the State government
in Pennsylvania when the governor found him getting
$2 a day as a gatekeeper at the Philadelphia ball park.

Boys Hold Big Automobile Race.

More than 10,000 persons witnessed the Vanderbilt Cup
Races Junior, held at Venice, Cal., under the sanction of
the American Automobile Association, just like regulation
contests. It was the first thing of the kind ever at-
tempted, and was a big success. The juvenile contestants
drove pushmobiles and homemade motor cars. The big-
gest machine in the races had the wheels of a small auto-
mobile and a two-cylinder motor cycle engine of seven
horse power, This largest machine was so small that the
chain was thrown completely off when the car ran over a
dog, without injury to the latter.

The winner of the ten-mile race, Alfred D. van Vrank-
lin, turned completely over on one of his last laps. Spec-
tators picked the plucky little fellow up, set his car back
on the course, and he went on to victory, though he had
the lightest car in the race, and only a single-cylinder
motor.

Serving as officials of this biggest little race ever run
anywhere were such famous racers as Earl Cooper,

_ “Teddy” Tatzlaff, Barney Oldfield, and Louis Nickrent.

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the little cars hit the foot of the inclines from which they
got under way. However, there were no serious spills.

Three Vanderbilt Junior cups were given, in addition to
several hundred dollars prize money.

Fifty Dollars for Eight Ears of Corn.

Prize yellow corn of the Reids Iowa variety was sold
over the auction block in the sale of exhibits at the State
Corn Show at the rate of $400 a bushel. Ten ears of the
yellow dent variety, raised and exhibited by H. E, Brown,

of Salix, Iowa, sold for $50, and Brown was the buyer.
The grand champion bushel, raised and exhibited by Wil-
lard Zellar, of Cooper, Greene County, Iowa, went for
$125 to the lowana Farms, Davenport, Zellar received the
highest price paid for an entire bushel in the sale. Five
thousand ears were sold, bringing approximately $1,500
to owners of the winning corn.

“J. C. R.” Found.

“J. C. R,” the man of mystery, who escaped from. the
State hospital, at Rochester, Minn., last November, has
‘been found at Oak Forest, Ill. A communication received
irom the Cook County Infirmary said that a man had been

admitted to the infirmary who asserted his initials. were ~-

“J. C. R.” and that he was a lieutenant in the United
States navy.

A report. to the navy department brought the reply
that the man undoubtedly was “J. C. R.” wanted at
Rochester. This was confirmed by further descriptions
of the man received from the above place.

Girl Saves Brother from Drowning.

Elizabeth Fisher, twelve years old, plunged through a
hole in the ice in Fishkill Creek, at Poughkeepsie, N. Y.,
where her five-year-old brother had fallen, clutched the
boy in one hand ‘and while the swift current carried them
under the ice she thumped with her other hand upon the
soid mass above them. They were carried twenty or
thirty feet, until they came to a bend where the ice was
broken. The current threw them against the bank and
Elizabeth struggled out, drawing her brother with her.

Milk Snakes Prey on Canadian Cows.

Mik snakes are much more numerous in Canada than in
other years, and are larger than usual. They are the
worst enemies of dairymen. The reptiles twist themselves
around the legs of cows, and one,of them is able to milk
from three to five cows in a day or night, the average
snake consuming from twelve to fifteen quarts of milk
before taking a rest.

Fitzsimmons Barred.

In a supreme court decision handed down in New York
recently, Justice Seabury denied the application of “Bob”
Fitzsimmons, former heavyweight boxing champion, for
an injunction pending litigation, restraining the New
York State athletic commission from interfering with his
Proposed bouts in this State, Justice Seabury ruled that
the commission not only had the necessary jurisdiction,
but that there was no evidence that the commission, in
making the order, was actuated by unworthy or inconse-
quential motives, Fitzsimmons had contemplated boxing
Soldier Kearns and others before the Atlantic Garden
Athletic Club, ,

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his decision, Cow that the plaintiff has engaged in ‘box-
ing for the greater part of his life; that he has engaged
in about three hundred and sev enty ring contests, and is
now the ‘light heavyweight champion boxer of the world.
The affidavits submitted on behalf of the defendants show
that the plaintiff is fifty-one years of age, and that in the
opinion of the members of the commission and of the
physician whom they consulted the plaintiff is incapaci-
tated by reason of his age and physical condition from
participating in a boxing contest, These allegations as
to the plaintiff's physical condition are controverted by.
the plaintiff. The order of the commission is based upon
the judgment of its members that to permit Fitzsimmons
to fight would be to let him run the risk or injuring him-
self seriously. The risk of the plaintiff in engaging in
such a contest is not a matter purely personal to him.”

George C. Norton, attorney for Fitzsimmons, said that
he would appeal the case immediately. The court, he
said, had merely sustained the rule made by the commis-
sion, whereas the law authorized the commission to pre-
vent a would-be contestant from fighting on one ground
only—that he has previously participated in a fake fight.
Fitzsimmons, his lawyer said, had never been accused of
shamming in the ring.

Found Giants in China.

Major F. Ashburn, of the Army Medical Corps, has
unearthed some strange things in China as a result of his
studies of tropical diseases. He reports to the war de-
partment that he found three giants each about eight feet
high. Two of them were gate keepers at a zodlogical gar-
den, one of them apparently normal except for his great
size, while, says the major, “the other man had a harsh,
resonant, deep bass voice, such as I had never heard
before.”

Many bald-headed women attracted the major’s atten-
tion, and these women attempted to hide their baldness “by
the use of black paint or stain which merely looked dirty.”

Major Ashburn discovered a strange predilection of the
Chinese doctors for plasters and paste, and he declared “it

“is a rare Chinaman who does not have a plaster stuck on

some part of his anatomy.” Finally he discovered that
the practice of foot binding to reduce the size. was carried
on by the Chinese women to such an excess as sometimes
to necessitate the amputation of the foot.

Sentenced to Simple Life.
E. Murray, convicted forger, was sentenced re-
Cal., by Superior Judge William
Beasly to serve two years as a hermit in the mountains
forty miles from San Jose.

Because Murray is fifty-eight years old the judge was
not inclined to give him a jail sentence.

One of the conditions of the sentence is that Murray
may accept employment, but he must not visit a city or
town in two years. The court will keep in touch with him
during that time.

“What this man needs is to be kept away from tempta-
tion for a while,” said Judge Beasly.

Frank

Nine Football Games for Yale.

Yale’s football schedule for next fall, announced re-
cently, contains nine games, one less than last year. Holy
Cross and Lafayette have been dropped, and in their places
will be University of Virginia and Notre Dame. Yale has

   
 

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never played the two latter colleges in football. Wesleyan
was again invited to open the season, as has been cus-
tomary for many years, but on the grounds that the game
was too strenuous for an opening contest, the Middletown
collegians declined the invitation. With the exception of
-the game with Princeton; at Princeton, all the games will
be played in New Haven. The schedule:

September. 26, University of Maine; October 3, Uni-
versity of Virginia; October 10, Lehigh; October 17, Notre
Dame; October 24, Washington and Jefferson; October
31, Colgate; November 7, Brown; November 14, Prince-
ton; November 21, Harvard.

Kaiser Praises His Heir.

According to the Vontags Zeitung, the German Em-
peror, when he decided to recall the crown prince from
Danzig, observed to his entourage:

“Well, William is no diplomat, I will admit, but I be-
‘lieve the fellow has got marrow in his bones. .He will
turn out our Moltke yet.”

The paper says the remark is vouched for by good
authority; hence, perhaps the decision to give the prince
Moltke’s room to work in at the general staff's offices.

Has Not Slept for Seventeen Months. -

Mike Youhouse, of Duquesne, Pa., has not slept for
seventeen months, yet he is strong, healthy, in good spirits,
and is able to work day and night. He has taken all
kinds of treatment in the McKeesport, Braddock, and. St.
Francis Hospitals, and also at Cambridge Springs, Mount
Clemens and Hot Springs to cure himself of his sleepless-
ness, but has responded to none of the treatments. Physi-
cians are unable to account for his strange condition.
Osteopaths and even hypnotists have tried to produce
slumber, but their efforts were unavailing.

A European scientist has predicted that Youhouse, who
is twenty-six years old, will live two and one-half years,
and then will dry up and die. :

Wolgast is After Champion Ritchie.

Ad Wolgast, former lightweight champion pugilist of
the world, is being hailed in the Middle West as the best
scrapper at the 133-pound mark. His sudden return to
popularity is due to the classy manner in which he trimmed
Joe Rivers, the Mexican boxer, at Milwaukee, Wis., in
the fastest ten rounds ever seen in a Milwaukee ring.

Ever since James Jeffries tried his disastrous “come-
back” in a battle with Jack Johnson, the negro ‘heavy-
weight champion, it has been a sort of a joke among fight
fans when a pugilist attempts to “come back.’ His at-
tempt is looked on as merely a financial proposition in
which the boxer tries to make some easy money on a past
reputation. ;

But this is not true of Wolgast. His
a surprising success—so much so that experts at the ring-
side declared the little fighter from Cadillac, Mich., had

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neyer been in better condition. He beat Rivers all the

way.

The former champion’s success has muddled the light-
weight situation quite a bit, as it puts Wolgast in a posi-
tion to demand a chance to win back the - lightweight
crown from Champion Willie Ritchie, who just now -is re-

tired because of an alleged bad ankle. For the third time ~
Ritchie is scheduled to meet “Harlem” Tommy Murphy_

at Los Angeles, the date this time being set for some

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time in March. If Ritchie wins this battle he has agreed
to meet Wolgast in a ten-round bout in Milwaukee dur-

‘ing the early part of April. The king of lightweights has

been offered a guarantee of $4,500 for the Wolgast go,
and the former champion has agreed to allow Ritchie to
weigh 135 pounds ringside, although 133 pounds is the
recognized poundage in the lightweight class.

At the same time that Wolgast was defeating Rivers at
Milwaukee, Charlie White, the Chicago lightweight; was
holding Jimmy Duffy, considered the best boy in the East,
to a draw, although the New Yorker was overweight by
several pounds. White’s guarantee of $1,500, however, in-
duced him to go into the ring against the odds, and to
leave it with honor.

Joe Mandot, the most promising of the Southern light-
weights, who appears to have returned to form after a
bad slump of many months, also defeated Johnny Lore,

of New York, and Johnny Dundee, who fights light-

weights, although he can make 128 pounds easily, de-
feated “Young” Shugrue, thereby placing themselves in
the front ranks of the 133-pound class.

These battles leave Wolgast, White, Mandot, Duffy.
Cross, Murphy, and Freddie Welsh, the English cham-
pion, the most prominent contenders for Willie Ritchie’s
crown, Rivers, by defeating Leach Cross in their twenty-
round fight in Los Angeles February 23, can place him-
self in line again for a try at the title.

Alaska Railroad Bill Near Finish.

The Alaska railroad bill, passed by the Senate, now is up
for action in the House. The bill authorizes the govern-

ment to locate, construct, and operate 1.000 miles of rail-.

road in the territory, at a cost of $40,000,000. It does
not specify where in Alaska the railroad is to be, but the
responsibility for the selection of the route from tide-
water to tke interior is placed on the president.

The measure has already received some consideration in
the House, and considerable opposition has been mani-
fested. It will not have the “easy sailing” that it en-
joyed in the Senate, where the vote was 46 in favor of
it and 16 against. Senator William, Democrat, led the
fight against the bill. Senator Hoke .Smith, Democrat.
was among those who objected to its form. Smith moved
to limit the total expenditure to $25,000,000, but this was
rejected, as was Senator Smoot’s amendment to limit the
sum to $35,000,000. An amendment to limit the govern-
ment to the building of a single line of railroad from tide-
water was defeated. Senator Poindexter had two amend-
ments looking to the development of Alaska by authoriz-
ing private companies or individuals to operate coal lands
under license from the government. Fhese werd beaten.
An amendment by Senator Norris to authorize the presi-
dent to purchase or build a number of steamers, not fewer
than ten nor more than twenty, capable of being converted

into auxiliary cruisers in time of war, to ply between the

Panama railroad’s Pacific terminus and Alaska ports, was
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Strange Animals Trapped in Maine.

The capture of an arctic black fox near Jefferson,
Maine, and of a duck-billed.:swan, which is a South
American bird, at Jonesport, has caused credulous folk
to anticipate a great climatic change soon.

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predict a similar change at some future time. ‘The fact
that’ the’ fox ‘from the Far North éame south and the
South “American bird’ flew’ north, is interpreted by some
asa sight ‘of the revolution, However, a majority of the
people’ are not’ worrying, but they are wondering why the
bird and the animal strayed from their usual habitats.

Rich Hunnewell, of? Aubuin, trapped the arctic black
fox near  Jeeron Tt was’ a "beautiful animal, and the

One of the crew “at fe ie “Saving station, at Jones-
port, wounded the duck-billed swan and captured it. Ap-
parently the bird has recovered from the injury. It was
purchased by C. H. Mansfield, of Jonesport, and has be:
come a pet. It will eat out of his hand, and follow him
about the yard. It is thought to be a young bird, dor it
has grown ‘about one-third since its capture.

Chairman: Wilson,’ of the: Maine fish and game com-
mission, has: sent a warden to Jonesport to get an accu-
rate description of the bird in an attempt to identify it.

W. H. Folsom, of Auburn, while snowshoeing on a lake
near his home, saw a huge bird fly overhead and swoop
into the woods. He describes it as being a glossy black,
with: a white’ mark on the wigs and a ruff of white
feathers’ around the neck.
similar to. an eagle’s or hawk's, except that it was much
larger, “Thé spread of wings seemed to be about ten feet.
The description leads ‘to the conclusion that the bird is a
South American condor, or black vulture of the Andes
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"Hie Ribs Fatally Brittle.
That: the ibs ‘oft Chatles FE. Seaver.

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of Cambridge,
who died*in’ the Worcester State Hospital from
internal injuries caused. by eleyen broken ribs, were so

- brittle that they were fractured in the necessary handling

of the patient, was the’ decision handed down by Judge
Utley, im: the district court, on’an inquest he Held: on Sea-

ers death.

eo er died under such conditions’ that members of ie
family called for an inquiry. The finding of the court
“There was no evidence of improper treatment, and
| find ‘that’ no unlawful, act of any person contributed to
his death. e

Sites ‘Immigration Race.
The odds are with Uncle Sam in the strangest immigra-
tion race the country ev er saw, on which the government
officials in ‘Chicago are keeping at anxious eye—the influx:

of mill hands from eastern provinces in Canada and the
| outflow ef farmers to the western Canadian provinces,
| The 1913 figurés” showed’ Americans to the number of

200,000. crossed the ‘boundary to homes in the regions

} opened by the’ new transcontinental railway; the Grand —

Trunk Pacific, and that some 160,000, mostly mill hands
trom the ¢€ongested French Cariadian cities, crossed the
St. Lawrence River to seek employment on the ous

| side,

What coneerns the government officials is that there is
a larger amount “of cash “in ‘the hands’ of the American

| emigrafits® than ‘is Bossessed by the immigrants.”

There. are minof ‘movements’ also. some Canadians re
turning ° to: Cawada ‘and’ some - -Ameticans” ‘returning from”
Of the Tater “dlass, the number,

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‘His report puts the total number of persons who left
western Canada in 1913 for United States for perma-
nent residence at 4,000. Of these, his report states, 850
were farmers and only 150 farmers with stock.

“At present time the total number cressing the boun-
dary for permanent residence does not execed one hun-
dred per week,” he says, “including women and children,
and practically all of these are unskilled laborers. Farm-
ers in western Canada haye harvested the biggest and
most valuable crop in their histofy. Owing to excellent
transportation facilities it is practically all marketed now.
There is a constant movement of unskilled labor across
the boundary line, and just now, mainly southbound,
owing to the completion of the construction season in
western Canada.”

Ore by Parcel Post.

The mail carrier who holds the contract of transporting
the mail between Stites and Etk City, Idaho, is con-
fronted by the problem of how to haul three carloads of
ore in a light wagon. He received a notice recently from
three mines in the Elk River country informing him that
the mines wo ould ship three carloads of concentrates. by
parcel post to the smelter at Butte. An inspector was
sent from Spokane to look into the matter.

“What in the wide world am I going to do?” w alla the
contractor. “It will take me a year to haul the ore,’

The inspector assured him that a requisition would be
obtained from the department authorizing him to employ
freight wagons to haul the ore. The inspectors were in-
formed that the mines in the Elk River country expected
to ship all their concentrates by parcel post in the future,
instead of by freight. The rate by parcel post is 54 cents
for the maximum fifty pounds, or $1.08 a hundred. The
previous arrangement cost the mines much more than
$1.08. The carrier will haul as many of the fifty-pound
packages as he can handle on his one trip a day until he
is relieved by the freighters.

Neck Broken, Lived Long.

William H, Shemel ey, Of “Beverly, N. J., was buried in
St. Andrew's Cemetery, Mount Holly, N. J:, recently,
after having suffered for twenty-five. years from paralysis
from a broken neck. When a small boy, Shemeley fell
from a tree in the yard of his home and landed on his
head and neck. A physician said he would not live. How-
ever, every care and attention was given the sufferer, and
for more than twenty years the boy was able only to
look from his bedroom window.

His father, William Shemeley, was a school- boachen and
while his son lay in bed year after year the father gave
him a splendid education. Physicians succeeded in reduc-
ing the dislocation, but they were baffled in their efforts to
mend the fractured vertebra. \

_ Redskins Go Mad in Dancing Tango.

The red man no longer finds satisfaction in whirling and
twisting around the camp fire in the time-honored dances
of his fathers and forefathers. At least, the Shoshone na-
tion of the Nevada Indians 1s more “progressive” and has
abandoned the tribal dances tor the tango” and similar
steps and- wiggles. -

This’ is especially true of the redskins in White Pine
County, “where they dance the tango all night and some-
times longer, ane where three Indian matdens Fecently

   
  

   

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went insane while dancing the modern steps. Two of the
‘Indians became demented at one dance and three days
later another lost her senses.

These events increased the opposition to the dances.
“Captain John,’ an influential chief, has joined with the
press and pulpit in antagonizing the tango, but their efforts
united with those of some of the revered squaws of the
Shoshones have not checked the rage for the white man’s
dance.

“Indian Dave,” a blind and aged chief, who can play
almost any piece of music after hearing it once, with
some other chiefs, who are almost blind, furnishes the
music on violins and harmonicas. Some of the younger
and more progressive bucks are taking up a collection to
erect a large dance hall. One of the Indian girls has so
perfected herself in the tango that she is giving lessons
at $2.50 each.

Three Killed, Three Injured in Avalanche.

With a roar that could be heard for miles, an avalanche
sweeping down the mountainside at Storrs, Utah, instantly
snuffed out three lives and seriously injured three other
persons. Four houses were ground: to splinters. Every
tree in the path of the icy mass was snapped off at the
ETOOtS:

The bodies of Mrs. Anna Packovich and two miners
. were recovered shortly after they met their deaths. All
_had been trapped in their homes, where they were crushed
almost beyond recognition.

An hour after the slide came, W. T. Thorne. was res-
cued six feet below the surface of the snow. The débris
had packed in such a way that he escaped suffocation.
He suffered internal injuries and a broken leg. Shortly
before his rescue two laborers were uncovered. Both
were badly bruised and nearly suffocated.

When the avalanche started Mrs. A. D. Webb was stand-

ing on her porch with. an infant in her arms and two
children by her side. They fled along the mountainside,
and, although showered by flying particles of snow and
i¢e, they managed to flee from its path.

The avalanche descended a distance of only
from, near the head of the cajfion,
edge of this coal-mining camp.
width.

half a mile
and stopped at. the
It measured 300 feet in

Mexican “Invasion” is Costly to United States.

On a forty-eight-acre wind-swept plateau inclosed by a
ten-strand barbed-wire stockade, at Fort Bliss, Texas,
are camped about 5,000 Mexican refugees—prisoners of
the United States.

No word painter can hope to denice through the medians
of cold type the picture that greets the eye. What a camp
it is! No one member of the refugee clan has known
any like it. It is truly a’ model camp. Here and there

‘are water faucets, for the camp is equipped with a minia-.

‘ture water system. At night the gleams of a qayriad elec-
tric bulbs light the vast camp ground, for it is electrically
lighted. Hundreds of United States army tents
been pitched, the like of which the Mexicans,
most part, never saw.

“Never since the Civil War has the ‘government of the
United States been calléd upon to provide for so many
prisoners. And the cost of-it all will be enormous. The

for the

expense of transporting the refugees by rail from Marfa’

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from this, $6,000 worth of foodstuffs was bought at
Presidio before the trek to Marfa was begun. Since their
arrival at El Paso it has been figured by army men that it
will cost the government at least $1,500 daily to care for
the prisoners.. One could go on for many thousand words
enumerating the cost of the common variety of foodstuffs
to be served the prisoners and unexaggeratedly_astound the
reader. Yet General Hugh L. Scott, commander at the
post, has said that in event the prisoners are held only
ninety days, which is a very low estimate as to the length

‘of time they will be held, their internment will have cost

the government at least $150,000.

At the great concentration camp incidents abound.
Here a family group, father, mother, and ragged, filthy
children, squat around a smoking camp fire*preparing the
noonday. meal of tortillos, chile, and beans. Within a
conical-walled army tent a new-born infant begins its
plaintive wail. A Mexican rooster crows his triumph at
escaping his coop. Here a pretense at military organ-
ization is practiced while an officer calls the roll to set
a body of men at a task.

A vast kaleidoscope of destitute humanity is this camp
of Mexicans from Ojinaga. In it are all sorts of men—
haughty generals, refined officers, and _ illiterate, almost
primitive types of humanity.

Thousands of people have streamed out to the post to
But after a time they will cease
to be curious, and the refugees will be to themselves.
Yet, like the guards of a great penitentiary, the United
States picketmen will pace their sentry posts on the edge
of the huge barbed-wire stockade. For not one of the
prisoners is to be paroled.

Talk of the United States invading Mexico has been
heard often enough. but no one dreamed of this sort of
an invasion of the United States by Mexicans.

County of Aged Folk. -

In a recent compilation of the oldest citizens of Rowan
County, North Carolina, it was found that there are eleven
residents over ninety-five years old. An even dozen claim
ages between ninety and ninety-five, while thirty-seven
range from. eighty-five to ninety years of age. Of the

list in the nineties, seventeen out of the twenty-three are

women, while the entire list who are over eighty-five
years old, totaling sixty, contains thirty-nine women and
twenty-one men.

Seymour P, Holt, oldest citizen of Graham County.
North Carolina, is still active, hale, and hearty, although

he is eighty-eight years old. He reared nine children, all

of whom are living. He has had thirty-nine grandchil-
thirty-one .of whom are living; sixty-four great-
grandchildren, fifty-four of whom are living, and one
great-great-grandchild, living.

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There is no need of our telling American readers how interesting the stories of the adventures of Buffalo Bill,

as scout and plainsman, really are.

voted to be masterpieces of Western adventure fiction.
Buffalo Bill is more popular to-day than he ever was, and, consequently, everybody ought to know all there is

to know about him.

great man, as by reading the New Buffalo Bill Weekly.

We give herewith a list of some of the back numbers in print.

These stories have been read exclusively in this weekly for many years, and are

In no manner can you become so thoroughly acquainted with the actual habits and life of this

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451—Buffalo Bill and the Horde of Her-
mosa.
452—Buffalo Bill’s Lonesome Trail.
4538—-Buftfalo Bill’s Quarry.
454—Buffalo Bill in Deadwood.
perme puaelo Bill’s First Aid.
456—Buffalo Bill and Old Moonlight.
457—Buffalo Bill Repaid.
458—Buffalo Bill’s hrompeer,
459—Buffalo Bill’s “Sight Unseen.”
460—Buffalo Bill’s New Pard.
461—Buffalo Bill’s ‘‘Winged Victory.”
462—Buffalo Bill’s Pieces-of-eight.
463—Buffalo Bill and the Hight Vaqueros.
464—Buffalo Bill’s Unlucky Siesta.
465—Buffalo Bill’s Apache Clue.
466—Buffalo Bill and the Apache Totem.
467—Buffalo Bill’s Golden Wonder.
468—Buffalo Bill’s Fiesta Night.
469—Buffalo Bill and the Hatchet Boys.
470—Buffalo Bill and the Mining Shark.
471—-Buffalo Bill and the Cattle Barons.
472—Buffalo Bill’s Long Odds.
473—Buffalo Bill, the Peacemaker.
474—_Buffalo Bill’s Promise to Pay.
475—Buffalo Bill’s Diamond Hitch.
476—Buffalo Bill and the Wheel of Fate.
477—Buffalo Bill and the Pool of Mystery.
481—Buffalo Bill’s Ultimatum.
482—Buffalo Bill’s Test.
483—Buffalo Bill and the Ponca Raiders.
485—Buffalo Bill’s Enigma.
486—Buffalo Bill’s Blockade.
487—Buffalo Bill and the Gilded Clique.
489—Buffalo Bill and the Boomers.
490—Buffalo Bill Calls a Halt.
492—Buffalo Bill’s O.
494—Buffalo Bill’s Transfer.
po putalo Bill and the Red Horse
ters.
498—Buitalo Bill at Tinaja Wells.

500—Buffalo Bill at Rainbow’s End.
501—Buffalo Bill and the Russian Plot.
502—Buffalo Bill’s Red Triangle.
503—Buffalo Bill’s Royal Flush.
504—Buffalo Bill’s Tramp Pard.
506—Buffalo Bill’s Crow Scouts.
507—Buffalo Bill’s Opium Case.
508—Buffalo Bill’s Witchcraft.
509—Buffalo Bill’s Mountain Foes.
510—Buffalo Bill’s Battle Cry.

511—Buffalo Bill’s Fight for the Right.
512—-Buffalo Bill’s Barbecue.

513—Buffalo Bill and the Red Renegade.
514—Buffalo Bill and the Apache Kid.
515—Buffalo Bill and the Copper Barriers.
516—Buffalo Bill’s Pacific Power.
517—Buffalo Bill and Chief Hawkchee.
518—Buffalo Bill and the Indian Girl.
519—Buffalo Bill Across the Rio Grande.
520—Buffalo Bill and the Headless Horse-

man.
521—Buffalo Bill’s Clean Sweep.
522—Buffalo Bill’s Handful of Pearls.
523—Buffalo Bill’s Pueblo Foes.
525—Buffalo Bill and the Pawnee Prophet.
526—Buffalo Bill and Old Wanderoo.
527—Buffalo Bill’’s Merry War.
528—Buffalo Bill and Grizzly Dan.
529—Buffalo Bill at Lone Tree Gap.
530—Buffalo Bill’s Trail of Death.
531—Buffalo Bill at Cimaroon Bar.
532—Buffalo Bill and the Sluice Robber.
533—Buffalo Bill on Lost River.
534—Buffalo Bill’s Thunderbolt.
535—Buffalo Bill’s Sioux Circus.

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536—Buffalo Bill’s Sioux Tackle.
537—Buffalo Bill and the Talking Statue.
538—Buffalo Bill’’s Medicine Trail.
539—Buffalo Bill and the Knife Wizard.
540—Buffalo Bill and the Red Bedouins.
541—Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Corsairs.
542—-Buffalo Bill’s Searlet Pick-up.
543—Buffalo Bill’s Mental Magic. _
544—-Buffalo Bill and the Lost Indian.
545—Buffalo Bill’s Conquest.

546—Buffalo Bill’s Waif of the West.
547—Buffalo Bill’s Juggle With Fate.
548—Buffalo Bill and the Basilisk.
549—Buffalo Bill and the Klan of Kan.
550—Buffalo Bill and the Sorceress.
551—Buffalo Bill in the Ute Outbreak.
552—Buffalo Bill and the Border Belle.
553—Buffalo Bill’s Lost Trail.

554—Buffalo Bill’s Clever Capture.
555—Buffalo Bill and the White Chief.
556—Buffalo Bill and the Gambler.
557—Buffalo Bill and the Black Parson.
558—Buffalo Bill and the Toll Takers.
559—Buffalo Bill and the Blue Masks.
560—Buffalo Bill and the Valley Terrors.
561—Buffalo Bill and the Ranchero King.
562—Buffalo Bill and the Affair of Honor.
563—Buffalo Bill and the Ranger Robbers.
564—Buffalo Bill’s Blizzard Pards.
565—Buffalo Bill’s Indian Allies.
566—Buffalo Bill Snowbound.
567—Buffalo Bill’s Chivalry.

568—Buffalo Bill on the Mexican Border.
Serr Bill and the Conspirator Cap-

570-—Buttalo Bill and the Mysterious
Ranchero.
571—Buffalo Bill on the Salt Lake Trail.
pie Buae Bill and the Overland Out-
aws.
573—Buffalo Bill and the Boy Regulators.
574—Buffalo Bill and the Red Buzzards.
575—Buffalo Bill and the Red Butterfly.
ve eee Bill and the Valley Vigi-
se
577—Buffalo Bill and the Silk Lasso.
578—Buffalo Bill and the Gold Boomers.
579—Buftalo Bill in Lost Valley.
580—Buffalo Bill and the Apache Dwarfs.
581—Buffalo Bill and the Red Rattlers.
582—Buffalo Bill’s Outlaw Allies.
583—Buffalo Bill’s Queer Pard.
584—Buffalo Bill’s Strange Prisoner.
585—Buffalo Bill’s Daring Drover.
586—Buffalo Bill’s Young Trailer.
587—Buffalo Bill and the War Hawk.
588—Buffalo Bill’s Strange Pursuit.
589—Buffalo Bill’s Death Trap.
590—Buffalo Bill’s Hard Chase.
591—Buffalo Bill in the Black Hills.

NEW SERIES
New Buffalo Bill Weekly

1—Buffalo Bill’s Blind Lead.
2—Buffalo Bill’s Bold Work.
3—Buffalo Bill Besieged.
4—Buffalo Bill Turns the Tables.
5—Buffalo Bill at Bay.
6—Buffalo Bill’s Defense.
7—Buffalo Bill and the Amazon.
8—Buffalo Bill’s Escape.
9—Buffalo Bill’s Blockhouse.
10—Buffalo Bill’s Cafion Cache.
11—Buffalo Bill’s Dead Drop.
12—Buffalo Bill’s Government Mission.

13—Buffalo Bill’s Blindfold Duel.
14—Buffalo Bill’s Mexican Feud.
15—Buffalo Bill's Still Hunt.
16—Buffalo Bill’s Fiercest Fight.
17—Buffalo Bill’s Navaho Ally.
18—Buffalo Bill’s Best Shot.
ffalo Bill’s Girl Pard.
20—Buffalo Bill’s Eagle Hye.
21—Buffalo Bill’s Arizona Alliance.
22—-Buffalo Bill’s. Mexican Adventure.
Ws alo Bill After the Bandits.
24—-Buffalo Bill’s Red Trailer.
25—Buffalo Bill in the Hole in the Wall.
26—Buffalo Bill and the Bandit in Armor.
27—Buffalo Bill and the Masked Mystery.
28—Buffalo Bill in the Valley of Death.
29—Butffalo Bill’s Great Knife Duel.
30—Buffalo Bill in the Nick of Time.
31—Buffalo Bill’s Sacrifice.
82—Buffalo Bill’s Frisco Feud.
33—Buffalo Bill’s Diamond Hunt.
34—Buffalo Bill’s Avenging Hand.
835—Buffalo Bill at War With the Danites.
36—Buffalo Bill’s Deadshot Pard.
87—Buffalo Bill and the Death Brother-
hood.
88—Buffalo Bill’s Fiery Trail.
39—Buffalo Bill’s Sioux Foes.
40—Buffalo Bill’s Cold Trail.
41—-Buffalo Bill’s Iron Fist.
42—-Buffalo Bill’s Race With Fire.
3—Buffalo Bill’s Florida Foes.
44—-Buffalo Bill’s Grim Climb.
45—Buffalo Bill’s Red Enemy.
46—Buffalo Bill on a Traitor’s Track.
47—Buffalo Bill’s Terrible Odds.
48—Buffalo Bill’s Air Voyage.
49—Buffalo Bill’s Death tT hrust.
50—Buffalo Bill’s Kiowa Foe.
>1—Buffalo Bill’s Terrible Throw.
52—Buffalo Bill’s Wyoming Trail.
53—Buffalo Bill’s Dakota Peril.
54—Buffalo Bill’s Tomahawk Duel.
55—Buffalo Bill’s Apache Round-up.
56—Buffalo Bill’s El Paso Pard.
57—Buffalo Bill’s Rio Grande Feud.
58—Buffalo Bill in Tight Quarters.
59—Buffalo Bill’s Daring Rescue.
60—Buffalo Bill at the Torture Stake.
61—Buffalo Bill’s Treasure Train.
62—Buffalo Bill Among the Blackfeet.
63—Buffalo Bill’s Border Beagles.
64—Buffalo Bill and the Bandits in Black.
65—Buffalo Bill on the Deadwood Trail.
66—Buffalo Bill in the Cafion of Death.
67—Buffalo Bill and Billy, the Kid.
68—Buffalo Bill and the Robber Ranch.
69—Buffalo Bill in the Land of Wonders.
70—Buffalo Bill and the Traitor Soldier.
71—Buffalo Bill’s Dusky Trailers.
72—Buffalo Bill’s Diamond Mine.
3—Buffalo Bill and the Pawnee Serpent.
—Buffalo Bill’s Scarlet Hand.
5—Buffalo Bill Running the Gantlet.
6—Buffalo Bill’s Leap in the Dark.
7—Buffalo Bill’s Daring Plunge.

Dated March 7th, 1914.
78—Buffalo Bill’s Desperate Mission.

Dated March 14th, 1914.
79—Buffalo Bill’s Ghost Raid.

Dated March 21st, 1914.
80—Buffalo Bill’s Traitor Guide.

Dated March 28th, 1914.
81—Buffalo Bill’s Camp Fires.

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