Buffalo Bill's Weird Warning; Or, Dauntless Dell's Rival

When the scout opened his eyes, the exciting events which he had recently passed through seemed more like a dream than anything else. As his brain slowly cleared, and he was abl...

The blanket was fluttering from the top of a big pile of boulders lying at the foot of the cañon wall. As the scout left the bottom of the slope and emerged from the chaparral o...

Buffalo Bill and Dell found it a long ten miles to Chavorta Gorge and Pima, mainly because the night mixed up their landmarks, and they went astray in the barren hills.

Two horsemen were riding along a bleak, desolate-looking cañon, on route to the mining-camp known as Sun Dance. One was a white man, and the other an Indian. The white rider was...

The mouth broke into the wall of the cañon some fifteen feet above the cañon’s bed, and a slope, formed of ancient washings from the gully, led upward to the entrance of it.

“That’s what we don’t know,” puffed Spangler. “Half an hour ago it wasn’t there--I kin take my affidavy on _that_. I had my eyes on the door jest after the Chinks had come with...

“What do you fellows mean by trying to cut me out like this?” cried Reginald de Bray, as he spurred alongside the scout and his pards. There was more of jest than rebuke in his...

“Whoa-up, thar, yeh gangle-legged Piute!” yelled Chick Billings, the stage-driver, reaching for the off-leader with his whip-lash. “Calls hisself a hoss, that critter does,” he...

From the moment Dauntless Dell’s shrill cry echoed through the cañon, panic struck at the hearts of Captain Lawless and his men. The villainous crew saw five determined foes bea...

The sides of the mountain-wagon were splintered in several places, and the only one of the wagon’s four passengers who did not show any visible signs of wear and tear was the mi...

“Whoop-ya! Looket thar, will ye? By the great horn spoon! Cut fer the kitchen, Wing Hi, an’ fetch me the rope that’s hangin’ thar. D’ye hear, yeh goggle-eyed yaller mug? Wake up...

“That paper-tork o’ his had a hard time reachin’ us, an’ we’ve had er hard time gittin’ through ter Sun Dance--leastways, you an’ Dell hev had. But we kain’t be so pizen fur fro...

“I did go with him, as far as the slope leading down into the cañon. I have a friend living above here--a man I used to know in Chicago--and I called on him. He insisted that I...

His manner was one of cool unconcern. Billings, Pete, and Hotchkiss could not understand him, but this did not in the least tend to placate them. There had been a mysterious not...

In the evening of the day he and Dell had visited Chavorta Gorge, Buffalo Bill and his pards reached Sun Dance. There was a pleasant reunion of friends at the supper-table in th...

“It’s sure a queer layout,” pondered Hickok. “The fact that Lawless is behind it makes it a cinch that it doesn’t mean any good to We, Us & Co. Whatever you do, Cody, remember t...

Sun Dance was a very small mining-camp, perched on a shelf up the side of Sun Dance Cañon. “Six ’dobies stuck on a side hill,” was the trite and not very elegant way the camp wa...

“Waugh!” chattered Nomad. “I been er layin’ hyar in mortil agony fer two long hours, hyerin’ thet sound. Ther Forty Thieves Mine is bad medicine; thar’s been crooked bizness o’...

The scout, his girl pard, and Wah-coo-tah, it will be recalled, were left in the level of the Forty Thieves, hurrying, as fast as the Indian girl’s wound would permit, toward th...

The fight between the three outlaws and those who had just come into the gully was brief but decisive. The newcomers were piloted by Gentleman Jim, and consisted of the gambler,...

How long Wild Bill remained unconscious he never knew, but it must have been a considerable time. He had been struck down at the foot of the rocky slope, and when he opened his...

Tex was bound and half-dragged and half-carried down the slope to the bottom of the valley. Bringing his horse down was a hard proposition, but Tenny managed to accomplish it by...

Unaware of the exciting events transpiring on the Montegordo trail, the little adobe camp of Sun Dance lay sweltering in peaceful quiet on its “flat” half-way up the wall of Sun...

Little Cayuse did not like the white man’s villages. There was nothing about them that attracted him in the least. While in Montegordo, whither he had been sent by the scout, he...

“At close quarters,” put in Blake, “our six-shooters are better than rifles. I’m plumb anxious ter try out these new barkers o’ mine. Then, too,” he added darkly, “I owe Lawless...

“Kin I believe my eyes?” roared Nomad, as, gripping both the scout’s hands, he stood staring into his face. “Is et shorely my pard, Buffler, as I had given up as drowned like er...

Wah-coo-tah was taken to the Lucky Strike Hotel and placed in Dell’s room; the room from which, one night not long before, she had taken French leave. Nomad stopped at the Alcaz...

“I reckon I know what ye’re gittin’ at, pard,” said Hank Tenny. “Some Cheyennes hev been helpin’ Lawless, an’ ye think mebby thet the Hawk ain’t straight. But I know him, an’ ye...

When Buffalo Bill raised his head and shoulders above the edge of the platform, bullets flew about his ears like a swarm of angry bees. He could not see the Indian girl, and he...