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Out of the dust suddenly emerged a horseman, and behind him followed a pack-animal.
Hidden in a clump of timber Andrew Seldon saw that it was a white man, and that the trail he was following would bring him near his position.
"I believe that it is Buffalo Bill," he muttered, as he saw that the horseman was clad in buckskin and wore his hair long. But as he came nearer he said eagerly:
"It is the surgeon-scout—Doctor Frank Powell!"
The coming horseman eyed the timber carefully as he approached. Something had evidently made him suspicious of danger there, and, turning to the left, he was about to flank it, when Andrew Seldon rode into view and waved his hat.
Then he rode forward once more, but cautiously, for the chances were that the man he saw might be a foe, he well knew.
But Andrew Seldon raised his hands above his head, in token of peace, and Surgeon Powell rode straight toward him.
"I dare not let him know who I am, though I would trust him, Heaven knows. He knows me as well as any man, and I'll see how I stand the test of his piercing eyes," muttered the gold-hunter, and, as the surgeon-scout drew nearer, he called out:
"Are you Buffalo Bill, sir?"
"No, I am Surgeon Frank Powell, of the army."
"I see now, sir, that you are not Buffalo Bill, for I met him once when he was in a tight place with road-agents. Are you from Fort Faraway, sir?"
"I am."
"I was on my way there to see Buffalo Bill, when I saw you coming, sir."
"And I am on my way to seek Buffalo Bill, for I have an appointment to meet him not many miles from here at a deserted camp, where there is a grave."
"I know it well, sir, for I made the grave, and I stopped there last night."
"You made what grave?"
"The grave of Black-heart Bill, the desperado, who is buried there."
"You killed him, you mean?"
"I did, sir, for he had wronged me greatly."
"Who are you, may I ask?"
"My name is Andrew Seldon, sir, and I am a miner."
"It seems to me that Buffalo Bill has spoken to me of you, in fact, I am sure of it now, for you it was who saved him from Headlight Joe and his outlaws."
"Yes, sir."
"But Cody believes you to be dead."
"How so, sir?"
"He wished to find you, so tracked you into the Grand Canyon, to find your house buried beneath a fallen cliff, and he thought you were beneath it all."
"No, sir, I escaped; but as you are going to seek Buffalo Bill may I join you?"
"You may join me, Mr. Seldon, and I shall be glad to have your company," said Surgeon Powell, as he rode along by the side of the gold-hunter.
"I will be your guide to the deserted camp, sir; but do you expect to find Mr. Cody there?"
"I hope so, but should he not be I shall await him."
"I am glad to hear you say that, sir, for I am most anxious to see him, and I will tell you why."
"If you care to."
"I know your secret, Surgeon Powell, and am delighted to feel that I will have your aid as well as Buffalo Bill's in what I wish to do."
"And what do you wish to do, Mr. Seldon?"
"I will have to ask you to keep my secret, sir."
"I will do so."
"Well, Surgeon Powell, I am a miner, and I strolled into the Grand Canyon of the Colorado in my prospecting tours, and there discovered several rich gold claims. On my way there it was that I came upon a camp, and in it I found an unfortunate fellow who was wounded, yet bound securely.
"He had gone out in search of gold with a desperado by the name of Black-heart Bill, and, finding gold, the other sought to rob him of it, so shot him. Failing to find it, he was anxious to have his victim recover and show him where it was, intending then to kill him.
"It was while Black-heart Bill was away from his camp that I came to it, and I heard his victim's story. Upon the return of the man I recognized him as an old foe of mine, one to whom, with others, I owed a wicked life.
"I forced him to fight me a duel, and he fell. I buried him and cut his name on the quaking aspen near his grave, and then, nursing the wounded man to life, we went to his gold find. It did not pan out very rich, so I went to one I knew of, down in the Grand Canyon.
"While I was away at W—— to get provisions, my partner heard the cliff cracking, and so moved away, up the canyon to another mine we had. He was just in time to save his life, for the cliff fell, and Buffalo Bill was in the valley that night with a comrade and heard the terrific roar of the falling cliff.
"They believed that my comrade and myself were buried beneath the mountain of rock, but we were gazing at them the while and watched them ride away. Some time after I found that others had come into the canyon, and I discovered that it was a camp of outlaws, while more still, I saw that they had a female captive.
"I crept near enough at night to hear and see all, and I saw a young and beautiful girl, and the outlaw lieutenant held her a captive for his chief, until a large ransom was paid for her by the miners of Last Chance.
"I at once decided to act, and, having seen them start with her to give her up for ransom, I came on my way to find Buffalo Bill and guide him to the retreat of the outlaws. That young girl, sir, gave the name of Celeste Seldon. She is my daughter.
"Now, Surgeon Powell, you have my story, and my comrade is in my camp, awaiting my return!"
Frank Powell was greatly impressed with the story of the gold-hunter, to which he had listened with the deepest attention. After he had heard all he said:
"My dear pard, you have made a very valuable discovery indeed, and Buffalo Bill will be only too glad to have you guide him to the outlaw camp, for that is his mission and mine here. I sincerely hope that your daughter will be given up in safety to the miners, and that her ransom will be recovered."
"She will be given up in safety, sir, I am certain, for I have perfect confidence in the outlaw lieutenant, who told his story to Celeste, and I only ask that he may not share the fate of the other outlaws," and the gold-hunter made known what had occurred between Wolf and Celeste, and Doctor Powell replied:
"I agree with you, and if he acts squarely toward Miss Seldon, I will urge that he be allowed to go free, when his comrades are to hang."
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
A LEAF FROM THE PAST.
When the surgeon-scout was guided to the deserted camp by Andrew Seldon, he at once saw that Buffalo Bill had not reached there. But there he was to wait for him, and so the horses were staked out and the two made themselves at home there.
Doctor Powell went to have a look at the grave of Black-heart Bill, and the inscription upon the white bark of the aspen-tree, and said, as he read the name:
"Hugh Mayhew was his name."
"Yes, sir."
"There was a Sergeant Manton Mayhew killed at Fort Faraway by Sergeant Wallace Weston, who was sentenced to be shot for the deed, but escaped the very moment of his execution."
"Was he never captured, sir?"
"Poor fellow, he went to an even worse fate than being shot, for he wandered into the desert and died of starvation there. I knew that he was guilty of killing Manton Mayhew, but I am sure he had some grave reason for so doing, but which he would never make known.
"He was a splendid soldier, brave and true, and he would have been commissioned had not that sad affair occurred."
"Did he give no reason for his act, sir?"
"None; he simply accepted his fate, though it was said to clear himself he would have had to compromise others, and this he would not do."
"Poor fellow!"
"Yes, I often think of his sad fate."
An antelope was killed that afternoon, and after enjoying a good supper the surgeon and the gold-hunter lighted their pipes and sat down for a talk, both anxiously awaiting the coming of Buffalo Bill.
After sitting in silence for some minutes the gold-hunter said:
"Surgeon Powell, you were speaking of Wallace Weston to-day?"
"Yes."
"You may have noted that the name of Mayhew is upon yonder aspen-tree?"
"And referred to the fact."
"I put it there."
"Yes."
"Then I knew who Black-heart Bill was."
"That is so. I had not thought of that."
"He was the brother of Manton Mayhew, the sergeant."
"Indeed!"
"Yes, sir."
"You knew Sergeant Mayhew, then?"
"Intimately, for we were boys together."
"Ah! tell me of him."
"We lived near each other, sir, and Manton Mayhew was my rival at school, and also for the love of a pretty girl whom I idolized. He did all in his power to ruin me, and when I obtained a position in a bank, where he also was a clerk, he did wreck my life, for I was accused of robbery, and worse still, of murdering the watchman, who caught me in the act.
"I would surely have been hanged but for the girl I spoke of, who forced me to fly for my life, aiding me to escape. I fled, to prove my innocence, and became a wanderer.
"Then I received a letter from the woman I loved, telling me that she had discovered that I really was a thief and a murderer, and that she abhorred where she had loved me.
"And more, when, in my despair I wrote to one who had been my friend to hear from home, I was told that Manton Mayhew had been the means of ruining my father financially, and the blow had driven him to suicide, while my poor mother, heart-broken, had died soon after my flight.
"Nor was this all, for Hugh Mayhew, the brother of Manton, had married the girl I had loved.
"Several years after other news came to me from my old home, and to the effect that Manton Mayhew had gone to the bad and in a drunken brawl had wounded a companion fatally as he had believed, and he had fled no one knew where.
"His brother Hugh had wrecked his father's bank, and in a drunken frenzy had shot his wife one night, and he, too, had become a fugitive. Well, to end the story quickly, for I hate to dwell upon it, Manton Mayhew had joined the army, and, a good soldier, had become a sergeant."
"Ordered to Fort Faraway he had met there Sergeant Weston, whom he recognized, and, fearing to be exposed in his crimes, he had at once attacked him, telling him he would kill him, and say that it was on account of his insubordination.
"But Wallace Weston was armed, having just been given a revolver by an officer to take to his quarters, and he killed Mayhew as he was about to drive a knife to his heart.
"Rather than bring out the old story, and, perhaps, be carried back East to be tried for the murder of the bank watchman, of which he was innocent, Sergeant Wallace Weston submitted in silence to his trial and accepted his fate, feeling that his life was one of despair."
"And do you know all this to be as you have stated?" asked Surgeon Powell, when the gold-hunter had finished his story.
"I do, sir."
"Knowing it, you did not come to the rescue of poor Weston?"
"I did not, sir."
"May I ask why?" and Frank Powell spoke sternly.
"I will tell you the reason, Surgeon Powell, if you will pledge me your word to receive it in sacred confidence."
"I will so pledge myself, Mr. Seldon."
"Because, sir, I am Wallace Weston."
Frank Powell was always a calm, cool man, but now he sprang to his feet, dropping his pipe, and cried:
"Do you speak the truth?"
"I do, sir."
"Upon honor?"
"Yes."
"Now I recognize the look that has so haunted me since I met you this morning. Upon my soul, Weston, I am glad to see that you are not dead, that you can clear up the story of Mayhew's killing and announce yourself once more a guiltless man."
"But I cannot, sir, for you forget that I am accused of murdering the watchman and robbing the bank."
"Is there no way in which you can disprove that?"
"Only by the confession of the guilty ones."
"Who were they?"
"The Mayhews, and one other."
"They were guilty?"
"Yes, sir."
"And who was the other man?"
"A clerk in the bank and devoted friend of the Mayhews."
"Where is he?"
"I do not know, sir."
"And they are dead."
"Manton and Hugh Mayhew are dead, by my hand, but where proof of their crime can be found I cannot tell, and so I am forced to hide under an assumed name—yes, Doctor Powell, the name of a dead man, Andrew Seldon, the one whose body was found by the rock in the desert and buried for mine."
"You have had a remarkable escape, Weston——"
"Seldon now sir, for that is the name I have taken, and let me now tell you how that poor man, the real Andrew Seldon, was plotted against."
"I shall be glad to hear all that you are willing to tell me, Seldon."
"Well, sir, it was while escaping from the pursuing soldiers, that I came upon a stray horse. He led me back to where his dead master lay upon the desert, and upon the body I found papers telling who he was, that he had left home under a cloud, had left a wife and child and riches, and come West to hide himself and hunt for gold until he dared return.
"There was a map of gold finds he had discovered, and he had struck it rich and was on his way home. So I dressed him in my uniform, took his traps, and went my way, and he was buried as Wallace Weston.
"It was when I was returning to the gold find of Andrew Seldon that I came upon Black-heart Bill's camp, and, finding in him Hugh Mayhew, I killed him. My intention was to take Andrew Seldon's name, dig his gold, and, to ease my conscience, give half to his family.
"I imitated his writing and wrote to his lawyer and best friend, and little daughter, for his wife was dead, as letters told me which he had with him. In answer, at W—— I learned that I, as Andrew Seldon, dared not return home, that my daughter Celeste was dead, and my fortune gone.
"When Celeste Seldon was captured, from her own lips I learned as she told the outlaw lieutenant, that all had been a plot to keep her father away, and, discovering the plot, she had come out here to find him, after the messenger had failed to write home to her later than on his arrival in W——.
"Now, you know, Doctor Powell, why I was seeking Buffalo Bill, and it is my intention to seek that young girl, tell her all, and give her one-half of the fortune in gold I have found, through her father's maps and directions, in the Grand Canyon."
"And then?"
"I suppose I shall drift about the world, sir, unknown, leading an aimless life, or, perhaps, return to my gold-digging again."
"No, Weston, such must not be your fate, for I shall take your case in hand and prove your innocence of robbing that bank and killing the watchman, for I believe your story, and then with Sergeant Mayhew's character proven, you can readily secure pardon for taking his life as you did in self-defense."
"Heaven bless you, Surgeon Powell!"
"I only make one request, Weston."
"Yes, sir."
"That Buffalo Bill hears your story as I have, for he believes in your innocence most thoroughly, and will be most happy to welcome you back to life."
"I will be guided by you, sir, but some one is coming."
"It is Buffalo Bill," cried Frank Powell, and just then the scout rode into the camp.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
THE OUTLAW'S CONFESSION.
When Buffalo Bill went on his way down into the Grand Canyon, he continued on until he discovered just where the outlaws had made their retreat. This done, he retraced his way as rapidly as possible, and at once went back on the trail to where he had left his horse.
The sun was just setting as he neared the spot, and he approached carefully, for he was not sure that some one had not been there and discovered the animal.
Just as he caught sight of his horse he also saw that there was some one there, a horseman who had just ridden up to the spot.
The face of the horseman was masked, and this told the story in an instant.
But Buffalo Bill had been also discovered, and up to the outlaw's shoulder went his rifle, at the same instant that the weapon of the scout was leveled.
The two rifles cracked almost as one, and the outlaw reeled, tried to spur his horse in flight, and fell to the ground. The scout at once advanced toward him, revolver in hand, when in faint voice came the words:
"Don't fire again! Your shot is fatal!"
The scout put his revolver in his belt, bent over and took the mask from the face of the wounded man, his horse following him to the spot.
The face revealed was not a bad one—that of a man of thirty, with mustache, imperial, and hair worn long.
The scout made him as comfortable as he could, for he saw that he had told the truth, that the wound he had received was fatal.
Then he sat by the side of the wounded man for a while, the light of a full moon falling full in his face, and the scout heard him say:
"I am glad that I missed you, for I have done evil enough in my time."
"Who are you?" kindly asked the scout.
"My name is Alvin Wolf, and I had just resolved to lead a different life, for I am an outlaw, one of the masked chief's band."
"Yes, I thought as much."
"I changed my life when I met a young girl who was the chief's captive, and I intended to thwart his plans to again capture her, for we gave her up for ransom two days ago, and, acting for him, I received the gold.
"He gave me a written order to take the gold to a spot near Last Chance, and turn it over to him, which I did last night, for he met me there, and then he arranged to get a large ransom for a poor crazy fellow, the lover of the young girl, I believe, and so I had decided to act to protect her; but you can do so now, for I will tell you all, and then I can die content."
"Yes, it is best to die with a free conscience."
"I believe you, and more, I will tell you of one whom I helped to ruin in life, though he is dead now. He was a soldier at Fort Faraway, and his name was Wallace Weston.
"We were boys together, though he was older than I, and I was led into temptation by others, the Mayhew brothers, and we robbed the bank we were working in, were discovered by the watchman, and Manton Mayhew killed him, and we had so planned that the robbery would fall upon the assistant cashier, Wallace Weston.
"He fled, for we intended to hang him by our testimony, and then Hugh Mayhew forged letters and caused his sweetheart to believe him guilty, and she married him, Mayhew, to in the end lose her life at his hands.
"Manton Mayhew always swore to me that he would kill Weston if he ever met him, and he said he had heard he was in the army, and so I suppose, when they met at Fort Faraway, he attempted to do so, and was killed himself.
"Poor Weston did not dare tell of the past, so had to suffer; but you can make the real truth known to clear his name, for I have it all written out as it is in my diary, which I have always carried with me and will now give to you."
"I am glad to learn all this; but let me ask you about your outlaw band?"
"Yes."
"How many are in it?"
"Nine, without counting the chief."
"Your retreat is in the Grand Canyon."
"You know this?"
"I do."
"Yes, our retreat is there."
"And your chief?"
The outlaw did not reply, and a shudder passed through his frame.
The scout spoke again, and, leaning over, he heard a few whispered words from the dying lips which a moment after were sealed forever by death.
CHAPTER XL.
TEARING OFF THE MASK.
When Buffalo Bill rode into the camp where Surgeon Powell and the gold-hunter sat, it was seen that he was leading two horses, one carrying a pack-saddle, the other a heavy load.
The surgeon-scout at once arose and greeted him, and said:
"Ho, Bill, what game is that?"
"A dead outlaw, the lieutenant of the band, whom I killed. But you are not alone, Frank?"
"No, it is your old rescuer, who was on his way to the fort to see you, when he met me. He was going to tell you that the outlaws have their retreat in the Grand Canyon."
"I have been to it; but how are you, Pard Seldon, and let me say that I have good news for you, as your daughter has come West to meet you and is now at Last Chance."
"Thank you, Mr. Cody, but I am aware of that fact, as Surgeon Powell can tell you; but come, look me squarely in the face, and see if you know who I am."
Buffalo Bill gave a fixed look, and then cried excitedly:
"By the gods of war, you are Wallace Weston or his ghost."
"I am a very healthy ghost, sir; but I am Wallace Weston, and I leave it to Surgeon Powell to tell my story to you."
The scout seized the gold-hunter's hand and wrung it hard, while he said:
"Thank God you are not dead, Weston, for only this night have I heard the truth of your story from the lips of the dying outlaw, Alvin Wolf."
"Ha! once my friend, then my foe, for he sided with the Mayhews against me."
"He did, and I have his diary, which tells the whole story; but now let me tell mine, and then we can compare notes and decide what is best to be done."
They first had supper, after staking out their horses, and afterward buried the body of the outlaw, Alvin Wolf.
Then, until after midnight, they sat talking together, the surgeon, the scout, and the gold-hunter, about all that had happened, after which they retired to their blankets.
It was just dawn the next morning when Wallace Weston rode away from the old camp to make all speed to Last Chance. His mission there was to take a letter to Driver Harding, which was as follows:
"Trust the bearer with your life. Pick out eight of the best men in the camp, whom you can trust, and have them pretend to start for W—— on business, going in your coach.
"See that no one else goes. Have two leaders that are good saddle-horses, and smuggle into the coach seven saddles.
"I will meet you at Dead Line with horses, and prepare to lose your leaders then, for four horses can readily pull your empty coach on to W——.
"Your men must be the best, and fully armed.
"The bearer will bring your answer to me."
"Yours, B. B."
Pushing rapidly on, Wallace Weston arrived in Last Chance that night and at once sought out Harding. Giving him his letter, he received his answer, after the two had had a talk together, and then, mounted upon a fresh horse furnished him by the driver, he started upon his return, having attracted no particular attention.
It was the next day that the coach rolled out for W—— and it carried eight miners as passengers. Arriving at Dead Line, it was met there by Buffalo Bill, Surgeon Powell, and Wallace Weston, and the eight miners joined them and went up to the scout's basin camp.
Then, with the two leaders taken from Harding's coach, they had, with Wolf's horses and the pack-animals, enough to mount the party.
The next morning the start was made for the Grand Canyon, and the descent was made on foot in the darkness of night, the horses having been left on the rim.
The party were led by Wallace Weston, who knew the trail perfectly, and at midnight they rushed in upon the outlaw camp, giving them a complete surprise.
Revolvers rattled, cries of alarm and pain were heard, cheers were given, and then silence reigned supreme, for the battle was won and four outlaws had been made prisoners—the rest were killed.
One miner had been killed, and others wounded, though slightly, and these were cared for by Doctor Powell.
In the camp the prisoner, Bernard Brandon, was found safe, but still unconscious of all about him, apparently.
Wallace Weston had asked Buffalo Bill and Surgeon Powell to go on with him to his camp, and there they found Lucas Langley on guard, he having heard the echoes of the firing far down the canyon, and supposed that it meant an attack planned by his pard.
Without letting the secret be known, that there was gold in the canyon, Buffalo Bill ordered an early start for Last Chance, and it was made by all except Lucas Langley, who remained at his cabin to await Weston's return.
Upon nearing Last Chance Buffalo Bill halted the party, to follow on a few hours later, while he rode on with Surgeon Powell and Wallace Weston.
The scout was recognized by the miners and warmly greeted, and, as he dismounted at the hotel and was welcomed by Landlord Larry and Harding, who had returned, Doctor Dick came forward and said:
"Delighted to see you, Mr. Cody, again in Last Chance."
"Yes, Doctor Dick, I am here to find Richard Mayhew, alias Doctor Dick, and, more still, the masked chief of the road-agents—hold! you are covered!"
But Doctor Dick saw that all was lost, saw that the rope would be his end, and, in spite of the warning of the scout, he drew his revolver.
But ere his finger touched the trigger he fell, a dead man, at the feet of Buffalo Bill, Celeste Seldon having come forward just in time to see him fall his length upon the earth.
To the excited miners Buffalo Bill turned and made a speech, for he had killed their hero, the idol of Last Chance.
He told them how the mask of the gambler had been torn off, by the confession of the outlaw Lieutenant Alvin Wolf, and how he had had his suspicions aroused, as had also Landlord Larry and Harding, by several things that had occurred.
The whole story was made known, and, as the rest of the party came in, bearing the booty of the outlaws and the prisoners, and in Doctor Dick's cabin was found the very bag of gold that had been given for Celeste Seldon's ransom, and the money before taken from the coach, there was no doubting his guilt, and a howl of rage arose against him and his followers.
Later, while Buffalo Bill, Surgeon Powell, Wallace Weston, and Landlord Larry were at Celeste Seldon's cabin, telling her the true story regarding her father, the storm broke in fury, and Harding rushed in to say that the miners had seized the outlaw prisoners and were hanging them.
An attempted rescue was made by Surgeon Powell and Buffalo Bill, but in vain; that mob would not, could not, be stayed in its madness, and the work of revenge was accomplished.
The next day, as Surgeon Powell had said that the reason of Bernard Brandon could be restored by an operation, Celeste begged him to make the attempt, and, to the joy of all, it was crowned with perfect success.
With his reason once on its throne, and learning all that had taken place, Bernard Brandon told how he had been the young partner of Lawyer Edgar Stone, who had kept his friend, Andrew Seldon, away from home by false letters, had written him that Celeste was dead, intending in the end to marry her and get the large fortune for himself, for the estate had greatly increased in value since the departure of its owner.
He had at last decided to go to Celeste and confess all, and, learning that he had done so, Edgar Stone had fled to save imprisonment.
In atonement Bernard Brandon had come West to find Andrew Seldon, and, not hearing from him, Celeste had followed him.
Bernard Brandon hoped that his atonement might win the heart of Celeste, but instead she dismissed him with liberal payment and placed herself under the guardianship of Wallace Weston, who had taken her father's name.
Bidding adieu to their pards at Last Chance, after sending Harding to the Grand Canyon to join Lucas Langley at the mine, Wallace Weston went East with Celeste, and going to his old home, he told the whole story of his life, and submitted letters from Doctor Powell, Buffalo Bill, and the diary of the outlaw officer as proof of his innocence, so that the charges against him were at once ended by legal process.
Armed with proper papers, he presented himself before the President and received his pardon, after which, with Celeste Seldon as Mrs. Wallace Weston, he went to Fort Faraway and received a welcome from all his old officers and comrades that made his heart glad.
As the mines in the Grand Canyon had ceased panning out as expected, Wallace Weston gave up his interest there to Lucas Langley and Harding, and returned East with his beautiful wife.
THE END.
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For Life and Love No. 93 How Will It End? No. 94 Love's Warfare No. 95 The Burden of a Secret No. 96 Griselda No. 97 A Woman's Witchery No. 98 An Ideal Love No. 99 Lady Marchmont's Widowhood No. 100 The Romance of a Young Girl No. 101 The Price of a Bride No. 102
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You have heard wonderful stories about machines that turn out loaves of bread and crackers by the ton, all crisp and brown and ready to eat, but you have not heard anything about the machines that turn out paper-covered books all ready to read. We have them, however, and that is why we can sell such books as those in the NEW ROMANCE LIBRARY.
This library is a veritable storehouse of good literature. There are love stories and mystery stories and stories of occult phenomena—each one a good, big generous money's worth. Tell your news dealer you want No. 49 NEW ROMANCE LIBRARY, "The Wreck of the Grosvenor", by W. Clark Russell. If he cannot supply you, send us in stamps and we will send it to you postpaid. When you get it, you can confidently settle yourself down for two or three evenings of the best reading you ever had.
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Buffalo Bill Border Stories
This line will be devoted exclusively to stories written by Colonel Prentiss Ingraham about his lifelong friend Buffalo Bill. These two men were inseparable companions, and Colonel Ingraham is therefore well qualified to write stories of the adventures of the old-time scout and plainsman. These stories are destined to be immensely popular, because they are drawn true to life. They bring the open plains right to the reader's front door, as it were.
The fact that these stories are historically correct gives them a very secure place in American literature. Manifestly, no history was ever written that could give space in such detail to the adventures of a single man, no matter how important his life's work may have been; it really takes a line of so-called fiction to do it, and we can honestly say that the stories in this line do justice to the interesting character of Buffalo Bill.
BUFFALO BILL BORDER STORIES are not for boys; they were written expressly for adults.
1—Buffalo Bill, the Border King By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 2—Buffalo Bill's Raid By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 3—Buffalo Bill's Bravery By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 4—Buffalo Bill's Trump Card By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 5—Buffalo Bill's Pledge By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 6—Buffalo Bill's Vengeance By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 7—Buffalo Bill's Iron Grip By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 8—Buffalo Bill's Capture By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 9—Buffalo Bill's Danger Line By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 10—Buffalo Bill's Comrades By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 11—Buffalo Bill's Reckoning By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 12—Buffalo Bill's Warning By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 13—Buffalo Bill at Bay By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 14—Buffalo Bill's Buckskin Pards. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 15—Buffalo Bill's Brand By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 16—Buffalo Bill's Honor By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 17—Buffalo Bill's Phantom Hunt By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 18—Buffalo Bill's Fight With Fire By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 19—Buffalo Bill's Danite Trail By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 20—Buffalo Bill's Ranch Riders By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 21—Buffalo Bill's Death Trail By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 22—Buffalo Bill's Trackers By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 23—Buffalo Bill's Mid-air Flight By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 24—Buffalo Bill, Ambassador By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 25—Buffalo Bill's Air Voyage By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 26—Buffalo Bill's Secret Mission By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 27—Buffalo Bill's Long Trail By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 28—Buffalo Bill Against Odds By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 29—Buffalo Bill's Hot Chase By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 30—Buffalo Bill's Redskin Ally By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 31—Buffalo Bill's Treasure Trove By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 32—Buffalo Bill's Hidden Foes By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 33—Buffalo Bill's Crack Shot By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 34—Buffalo Bill's Close Call By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 35—Buffalo Bill's Double Surprise By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 36—Buffalo Bill's Ambush By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 37—Buffalo Bill's Outlaw Hunt By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 38—Buffalo Bill's Border Duel By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 39—Buffalo Bill's Bid for Fame By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 40—Buffalo Bill's Triumph By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 41—Buffalo Bill's Spy Trailer By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 42—Buffalo Bill's Death Call By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 43—Buffalo Bill's Body Guard By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 44—Buffalo Bill's Still Hunt By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 45—Buffalo Bill and the Doomed Dozen By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 46—Buffalo Bill's Prairie Scout By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 47—Buffalo Bill's Traitor Guide By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 48—Buffalo Bill's Bonanza By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham
Transcriber's Note: Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. The advertisement for Buffalo Bill's Border Stories has been moved from the front of the book to the back.
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