Buffalo Bill Entrapped; or, A Close Call

The girl was very pale, and there were signs of recent weeping. But a look of relief came into her lovely countenance when her eyes fell on the king of scouts.

A line of brush extended from the mouth of the tunnel to the base of the mountain. The distance was about fifty feet, and in the brush somewhere Black-face Ned and his prisoners...

“Probably you can’t blame Indians,” said the man from Laramie, “but it’s enough to make a sensible man sick, the way Nomad acts. I hope he’ll see a whiskizoos some day, and that...

The two old-time partners and fellow scouts and Indian fighters grasped hands, Wild Bill’s knife having quickly cut the thongs that had held the prisoner’s wrists. After the han...

Buffalo Bill could see a portion of the building from his coign of vantage, but this portion was the rear. The door, that opened into a walled inclosure of several acres, was op...

Buffalo Bill was speechless. The news was so astounding that for the moment he was incapable of sustaining his assumed character. As he stood staring at the Navaho, there emerge...

The bodies of the Navahos slain by Buffalo Bill had been removed during the night, and the scout thought it strange that the cabin had neither been robbed nor burned.

In reaching his position, the king of scouts had covered his trail as far as was possible for him to do so. But he knew that the only effect of his precaution would be to delay...

The villain’s face flushed. “You seem determined to regard me as your enemy,” he said. “Haven’t I explained that I am acting for the best, in your interest as well as mine?”

The man with the mask emitted a soft chuckle. “Appearances in this case are not deceitful, William,” he suavely replied. “I have the drop, and you are exactly where I want you.”

Conover pulled an old brier pipe and a handful of loose tobacco from a side pocket of his corduroy coat, filled the pipe and thumbed the tobacco down in the bowl as he went on,...

“Holmes will not stay all night among the rocks down there,” he said. “He may start on before dark, though my opinion is that he won’t unless he should see us coming down the hi...

Rixton Holmes swore frightfully when his eyes fell on the Indians. He knew them, and they knew him. They were a part of the band of Raven Feather, the chief who had, until very...

In the lead, stirrup to stirrup, rode Buffalo Bill and old Nick Nomad, the scout mounted on his superb horse, Bear Paw, and Nomad astride of Hide-rack. The contrast between the...

Buffalo Bill did not remain by the side of his victim and await the return of sense. He made practical use of his time. He ate his breakfast, risking a small fire for coffee.

“I’ll admit that he would not likely pull a prize at a scholastic exhibition, colonel; but he knows one thing, and he knows it well. It may be instinct or it may be intelligence...

One June night in the early seventies, the sole occupant of a lonely cabin high up in the Rockies had a bad dream. Pursued by a legion of monsters, he found himself on the verge...

Schnitzenhauser, a prisoner in the town of the mysterious Toltecs, to which he had been taken hastily, was met there by a white man, who visited him in the little prison into wh...

Buffalo Bill knew the worst. He and his friends were condemned to death. They were crouched together in the little prison, whose shining bars and heavy door were too much for th...

Buffalo Bill took Wild Bill and Nick Nomad with him when he walked to the jail to interview Tom Conover. The marshal went along also, as a matter of course. Left behind, Little...

The hotel piazza was filled with “prominent citizens,” as a sort of welcoming committee backing the efforts of the marshal, while people of lesser importance filled the street o...

Buffalo Bill saw the redskins rush out of the bushes into the open, and at once dropped to his knees and fired. A volley from the Apaches drowned the report of his rifle.

Night came early in the town that lay in the deep pit of the plain, the evening shadows deepening there even before the sun had set on the world outside.

Before Buffalo Bill could comment on the queer story of Quicksilver John, or on any of the other things which the worthy marshal of the town of Skyline had imparted to him, ther...

This was not immediately manifest, however. Buffalo Bill drew his party back from the mouth of the mountain notch, intending to go into concealment until by careful scouting he...