Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 31 of 48
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wae je i ob fin ad bi 1ere oll fallow “gave a low ue Ma chests ix y hat was said, and Buffalo ae ‘not bain bis 5, here are es vhka Us... tery, here to bury the dead, ve will jog al , Powder Face: Pan wo The Rs meant fet threw. himself into his aah 3, an and the rest having refreshed his x hc ors fi rai 1 lof t by the murdering band. ‘pil aay hey came across the prairie, and re- treated this way after their hellish work. Oh, ay Heaven! but a fearful retribution all follow this red deed,” and. Buffalo V's ace was white and stern. Suddenly he drew rein, for his expe- enced ey shad detected some sign. a hy Ah! here is where they branched off ‘ 40 bury their dead, and they have covered. tee air tracks well ; but I shall soon see what sec! et the grave will- -tell.” | 1 an instinct that was remarkable 16 followed the faint trail, and soon halted by a spot where his scout’s s eye told him he ground had been disturbed. ve Les aves blown from the forest lay avout , in. piles, 3, a8 though left there by the winds; but ese those was soft earth, and Br ff ilo Bill’s knife soon manufactured for wooden shovel, which quickly threw , DL oh ed & § > bw ne It was not a long task, as he worked un- -ceasin gly, and @ bedy was soon revealed. fei ‘war paint and feathers, dut a al alee he muttered, as he rubbed the ‘Bins! ‘check of the dead, ioe A nd another, and another; well, the tr n made & good fight of it, and rid the eal i: 1 of a few of these devils; | But alas | they went under at last. H on les, they are all white men, not one -skin here, and, as I thought and feared, the he ey are Danites. Ne w to the rescue of those two whom Be iey have spared, to make Mormons of a * J a. , 3m 4 6 ) with a muttered curse he again sprun horse ; and once more followe 10C n = Soke z * _= — » a ¥ wes Ba soon it branched off, the main force te the right and a smaller one to erat did Buffalo Bill *hesitate, ete he made ce his mind which nite ‘pursue, an he: followed the = 5 A - ee = S = hin ‘down the valley and es up hills again, and he was about to bn , hors Cy ae petare ee eopiang the cs a Ce was tae” ine Dp ro Sh el » Face as : abae ae 0 thet Ie ae oe ‘ eb far away, and with the speed of the-wind i twill be better to look after the », he set off at a quick pace along the | call me Satan’s Pet, handle, pard?” Siem he: aed paeige shots” ante: She rode in the direction from whence came | the sound. — But ere he had gone a hundred yards he suddenly reined up, for before him he saw a horseman coming rapidly toward: him. ai The.tuaicame toacdoal halt and’cach: with a revolver levelled, sat regarding the other, “ Well, who in the name of the Hoslaen are your ” asked the scout, gazing upon the handsome youth, as he coolly sat on his horse, his revolver thrown forward, and a quiet smile upon his lips. “Up in the mining count May ‘t The cee was so cool, the manner of the youth, whom Buffalo Bill felt certain had just escaped from some dread danger, was so indifferent, that the scout enetes hehtly, and replied— < ee On the prairies I am known as Buffalo “ Buffalo Bill! put it there, pard, for I have heard of you,” and the youth lowered his revolver and rode forward, with ex- tended hand, while he added— “And rumour don’é lie in saying you are the handsomest man that ever put on a buckskin suit.” Bill fiushed at the unexpected compli- ment to his personal graces, of which he, naturally, thinks least, but said pleasantly, as he grasped the extended hand— “ And I have heard of you, too, little pard; and now I look you squarely in the face, I guess neither your friends or foes have lied about you,” Friends I have none, and, as for foes, all men seem foes to me.” said the youth, while a look of deepest sadness came into his beautiful eyes. “Don’t say that after this, pard, for I ara your friend; but what’s the trouble the oS ask your up the canyon? 7 “Trouble enough. John Leigh’s Danites butchered a train, and those devils nearly got me, too, and 1 know they want me.” “Doubtless, for I have heard of yone trailing the Danites.” ¢ -“T have had cause,” was the sad reply. “T learned that Leigh was organising his band, and felt he would attack the train, and he was the one I wanted, and if { could jom the emigrants I knew that was my best chance to meet him; but I was too late.” “ Had you joined the train before, you might have been massacred,” 7 . ~ : . Y ° * wy . ‘ " . ¥ _ 7 ; * w - * w y , “ / 4 .* ALL? = . « ¥ . : . > + thy _ <SGO (ECO Aallice FG 0)