CHAPTER XXII.

THE FINAL TRAGEDY.

Seeing that his pistol was loaded, Tommy started at once after Alice, who actually had started for the distant city to warn Smithers of the danger in which he stood.

Skirting the huge masses of rock which lay about on all sides of the valley, Tommy succeeded in quitting the Dead Snake Canyon without attracting the notice of his father. Once out on the undulating prairie, he slipped out more boldly, and walked rapidly along the track which served as a road. Some distance ahead of him he fancied he saw a slender form which might be that of Alice. He quickened his movements. In a short time he was able to satisfy himself that it actually was the little girl proceeding on her chivalrous journey without exhibiting any apparent symptoms of fatigue.

All at once he beheld a tall form spring from the high grass among which it had been concealed. The long hair, ornamented with feathers, the red skin, and the dirty blanket in which the form was wrapped, assured him that the apparition was that of an Indian. Though comparatively rare in that part of the country, bands occasionally crossed the prairie and did not hesitate to rob, burn and murder where they had the opportunity. In the hand of the Indian was an uplifted tomahawk. Horribly afraid of some tragedy, Tommy increased his pace to a run, hoping to come up in time to prevent the dastardly redskin from doing any harm to the little girl. But he was too late. The Indian uttered a terrible whoop and, in pure wantonness, made a slashing blow at Alice.

The child, frightened at the war cry, turned, and beholding the savage, sank upon her knees, holding up her hands in supplication.

What she said Tommy could not hear, but even at the distance he was from her he fancied he saw her lips move. Possibly she begged for mercy, possibly she prayed for help.

The cruel tomahawk, however, cut short her prayers, or her supplications, and sank deep into her brain, causing her to die without another word.

A fiendish laugh came from the Indian. His knife was instantly in requisition, and with a dexterity born of practice, he cut off her beautiful, flowing hair. He had murdered the poor child for her scalp.

Burning with rage and indignation, Tommy bounded over the ground, and when he got near enough he sank on one knee. Raising his pistol he fired. The Indian was hit, but not mortally.

He uttered a howl like that of a wild beast, and looked for his enemy, who was not so much hidden in the sage bark and chaparral as to be invisible.

But before he could load his rifle another shot from Tommy brought him to his knee, and a third rolled him over like a bullock.

The Indian appeared to be dead, but to make sure that the life had really left the wretch, Tommy struck him again and again with his own tomahawk, which he picked up from the ground, and hacked at him as he would have cut a mad dog or a venomous reptile.

"Poor child," he said, as he stooped down and kissed the blood-stained features of little Alice. "This is very hard. I would have gladly laid down my life to save hers, but it is one comfort that her young life is avenged on the person of this bloodthirsty savage."

Alice was quite dead. Near the spot where she fell was a cairn or heap of stones. Strangely enough it chanced that this cairn was the one erected by Smithers over the body of his son Harold, whom he had so cruelly killed on this very spot.

Perhaps the very ground which was drinking up the life blood of Alice had absorbed that of her brother.

Not being able to carry the body to the city for interment, and not liking to leave it to the mercy of the wolves, Tommy tore down some of the stones. Reverently lifting the body, he placed it in the center of the heap, and covered it again with the biggest stones his strength would permit him to lift.

Then the brother and sister were buried in one rude grave.

"Poor Alice!" said Tommy. "God bless her!"

His first impulse was to return to the cave and carry to his mother the melancholy news of Alice's death.

She had already been informed of the decease of Harold, and had grieved much in consequence; but come to think of it, he felt a conviction that she would like him, if possible, to save Smithers from the impending arrest.

Following out this train of thought Tommy turned round again and walked toward Silver City. It was quite late in the day when he arrived there, but he soon found Mr. Smithers, and told him all the sad news.

"But this is not all," said Tommy. "You are in danger of——"

"Of what?"

"Arrest. The detective, Berghausen, is in this city looking for you, and you may expect him here at any moment. Your only safety is instant flight."

Smithers looked the picture of despair.

"I must fly," he exclaimed, after a pause. "Truly has it been said that there is no rest for the wicked. But it is hard to have no place to lay one's head, and to be a wanderer on the face of the earth. Why was I not content with little? All this comes of pride and living beyond my income. Take warning by my fate, boy, and whatever your circumstances in life may be, rest satisfied with it. Pride must have a fall."

"Had you not better take what money you can, hire a horse, and start, sir?" said Tommy.

"Yes, yes. It is very good of you to do all this for me, Tommy. I had no right to expect it, for I always treated you badly."

"Mother always taught me to forgive my enemies," answered Tommy; "and, of course, I could not expect you to like me so well as Harold and Alice."

Going to the safe he took from it a large roll of bills.

There was a voice on the stairs.

"Ha!" he cried, "what is that?"

"For Heaven's sake!" exclaimed Tommy, "get away somehow. It may be the detective. Can you not get out at the roof?"

"I know not."

The noise increased.

The next moment the door was pushed open, and a tall, thick-set man appeared on the threshold.

"You're my prisoner!" he shouted. "I know you from a photograph. Up with your arms, or I'll give you some lead."

Smithers failed to comply with his request, and hastily drew a pistol, which he fired at the detective.

His hand trembled so that the bullet went wide of its mark, and Berghausen, seeing that he meant fight, and that his life was in danger if he did not adopt violent means, returned the fire.

He was cool and collected, and did not miss his mark. Smithers uttered a cry, and pressing his hand to his heart, staggered against the wall, and fell on the carpet, mortally wounded.

"I'm sorry," remarked Berghausen, coolly; "but I had to do it."

Tommy had flown to Smithers' side.

"Are you much hurt?" he asked.

"Done for, my lad," exclaimed Smithers, speaking with difficulty. "My race is run. It will soon be all over, and I can't say I regret it."

"Shall I fetch a doctor?"

"No use. Pray God have mercy on my sinful soul!"

These were the last words he uttered, for though his lips continued to move at intervals for some minutes, no coherent sound came from them.

The sheriff, who was a man named Dunbarton, happened to be passing at the time, and, hearing the shots, thought it his business to enter the house. He saw the blood-stained corpse of Smithers.

"What's this?" he exclaimed.

"I am a detective, with a warrant for this man's arrest for robbing his employers in New York," replied Berghausen, "and I killed him in self-defense."

"Well," said the sheriff, "if you'll take my advice, you'll leave town and get back mighty quick."

"What for?"

"The boys liked Smithers, and knew his pard well; they might take it into their heads to lay you out."

"That's so," answered the detective.

Accordingly he got out of the house, and made his way out of the town, for he felt somewhat the hint given him was equivalent to an order.

Tommy had not been noticed by anyone.

Seeing that he could be of no further use to the sheriff or to Smithers, who was now beyond mortal aid, he too left the house.

At the extremity of the town he overtook a wagon. It was guarded by two men heavily armed, and he saw Berghausen talking to them.

"You can go along with us," said one of the men, "if you can fight, for we've got silver in the wagon, and are told to look out for Capt. Jordan."

"Good enough," replied the detective.

"May I go with you also?" asked Tommy.

"No; we don't want any boys hanging onto us," was the answer.

Tommy shrank behind at this ungracious reply, and the wagon moved on.

Soon the shades of night began to fall, and, feeling very tired, Tommy threw himself down on the sage brush, and fell fast asleep. When he awoke the sun was riding high in the heavens.

"I must hurry up," he remarked. "If the wagon traveled all night, it has reached the canyon ere this, and either Thompson has captured it, or Berghausen and the others have overcome him."

He was naturally very anxious to know what had happened, and walked at his quickest pace, his heart beating wildly with anxiety.

It was midday when he reached the calm and pleasant valley, passing in through the high rocks on either side, whose quaintly shaped forms seemed to resemble giant sentinels.

Going direct to the cave, he found it empty. In vain he called to his mother. There was no answer. Alarmed and still more anxious than before, he proceeded to explore the valley.

All at once he distinguished his mother's form seated on a fragment of rock. At her feet was the body of a man.

One glance enabled Tommy to comprehend what had happened.

Approaching her, he took her hand, saying:

"Mother, it is all over now."

She raised her tear-stained face to his. Then she lowered it once more, and cast her gaze sorrowfully upon the corpse, which was that of the bandit, Thompson.

"We are alone in the world now," continued Tommy. "Smithers is dead, shot by Berghausen; Alice was killed by an Indian, but I will protect you."

"He attacked the wagon," explained she. "He was killed at the first fire. His servant's body is down there"—pointing with her finger—"with the body of one of the travelers, who was killed."

"Come away, mother," said Tommy. "I'll return and bury the bodies."


"What are we to do now?" demanded Tommy's mother. "The future seems such a blank to me. Oh! thank God that you are spared to me, Tommy."

"Mother," said Tommy, "while I was burying the bodies, a man came along on horseback. He was looking for me. His name is Maj. Allston. He was Mr. Smithers' partner, and he gave me a roll of bills, which he said was Smithers' share of the profits of the game they played. It is over two thousand dollars. Let us go back to New York. We will start in business, and we shall not want."

Mrs. Smithers drew him to her bosom, and embraced him tenderly.

"God bless you, Tommy. I will live for your sake, but I had very dark thoughts in my mind just now—oh! so bad and wicked; may I be forgiven for them."

The next day they went to the depot, and the swift locomotive conveyed two travel-stained passengers back to the East.

They started in a little business, and Tommy, no longer the fool of the family, showed such industry and smartness that he prospered.

The mother and son were very happy together, and soon the checkered and eventful past was forgotten.

THE END.

The Round the World Library will next contain a tale of the amusing pranks of "Mischievous Matt," No. 30, by Bracebridge Hemyng.

Western Stories
About
BUFFALO BILL

Red-blooded Adventure Stories for Men

There is no more romantic character in American history than William F. Cody, or, as he was internationally known, Buffalo Bill. He, with Colonel Prentiss Ingraham, Wild Bill Hickock, General Custer, and a few other adventurous spirits, laid the foundation of our great West.

There is no more brilliant page in American history than the winning of the West. Never did pioneers live more thrilling lives, so rife with adventure and brave deeds, as the old scouts and plainsmen. Foremost among these stands the imposing figure of Buffalo Bill.

All of the books in this list are intensely interesting. They were written by the close friend and companion of Buffalo Bill—Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. They depict actual adventures which this pair of hard-hitting comrades experienced, while the story of these adventures is interwoven with fiction; historically the books are correct.

ALL TITLES ALWAYS IN PRINT

1—Buffalo Bill, the Border KingBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
2—Buffalo Bill's RaidBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
3—Buffalo Bill's BraveryBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
4—Buffalo Bill's Trump CardBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
5—Buffalo Bill's PledgeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
6—Buffalo Bill's VengeanceBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
7—Buffalo Bill's Iron GripBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
8—Buffalo Bill's CaptureBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
9—Buffalo Bill's Danger LineBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
10—Buffalo Bill's ComradesBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
11—Buffalo Bill's ReckoningBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
12—Buffalo Bill's WarningBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
13—Buffalo Bill at BayBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
14—Buffalo Bill's Buckskin PardsBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
15—Buffalo Bill's BrandBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
16—Buffalo Bill's HonorBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
17—Buffalo Bill's Phantom HuntBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
18—Buffalo Bill's Fight With FireBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
19—Buffalo Bill's Danite TrailBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
20—Buffalo Bill's Ranch RidersBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
21—Buffalo Bill's Death TrailBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
22—Buffalo Bill's TrackersBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
23—Buffalo Bill's Mid-air FlightBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
24—Buffalo Bill, AmbassadorBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
25—Buffalo Bill's Air VoyageBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
26—Buffalo Bill's Secret MissionBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
27—Buffalo Bill's Long TrailBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
28—Buffalo Bill Against OddsBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
29—Buffalo Bill's Hot ChaseBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
30—Buffalo Bill's Redskin AllyBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
31—Buffalo Bill's Treasure TroveBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
32—Buffalo Bill's Hidden FoesBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
33—Buffalo Bill's Crack ShotBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
34—Buffalo Bill's Close CallBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
35—Buffalo Bill's Double SurpriseBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
36—Buffalo Bill's AmbushBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
37—Buffalo Bill's Outlaw HuntBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
38—Buffalo Bill's Border DuelBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
39—Buffalo Bill's Bid for FameBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
40—Buffalo Bill's TriumphBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
41—Buffalo Bill's Spy TrailerBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
42—Buffalo Bill's Death CallBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
43—Buffalo Bill's Body GuardBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
44—Buffalo Bill's Still HuntBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
45—Buffalo Bill and the Doomed DozenBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
46—Buffalo Bill's Prairie ScoutBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
47—Buffalo Bill's Traitor GuideBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
48—Buffalo Bill's BonanzaBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
49—Buffalo Bill's SwoopBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
50—Buffalo Bill and the Gold KingBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
51—Buffalo Bill, Dead ShotBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
52—Buffalo Bill's Buckskin BravosBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
53—Buffalo Bill's Big FourBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
54—Buffalo Bill's One-armed PardBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
55—Buffalo Bill's Race for LifeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
56—Buffalo Bill's ReturnBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
57—Buffalo Bill's ConquestBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
58—Buffalo Bill to the RescueBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
59—Buffalo Bill's Beautiful FoeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
60—Buffalo Bill's Perilous TaskBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
61—Buffalo Bill's Queer FindBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
62—Buffalo Bill's Blind LeadBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
63—Buffalo Bill's ResolutionBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
64—Buffalo Bill, the AvengerBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
65—Buffalo Bill's Pledged PardBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
66—Buffalo Bill's Weird WarningBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
67—Buffalo Bill's Wild RideBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
68—Buffalo Bill's Redskin StampedeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
69—Buffalo Bill's Mine MysteryBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
70—Buffalo Bill's Gold HuntBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
71—Buffalo Bill's Daring DashBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
72—Buffalo Bill on HandBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
73—Buffalo Bill's AllianceBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
74—Buffalo Bill's Relentless FoeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
75—Buffalo Bill's Midnight RideBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
76—Buffalo Bill's ChivalryBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
77—Buffalo Bill's Girl PardBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
78—Buffalo Bill's Private WarBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
79—Buffalo Bill's Diamond MineBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
80—Buffalo Bill's Big ContractBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
81—Buffalo Bill's Woman FoeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
82—Buffalo Bill's RuseBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
83—Buffalo Bill's PursuitBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
84—Buffalo Bill's Hidden GoldBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
85—Buffalo Bill in Mid-airBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
86—Buffalo Bill's Queer MissionBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
87—Buffalo Bill's VerdictBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
88—Buffalo Bill's OrdealBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
89—Buffalo Bill's Camp FiresBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
90—Buffalo Bill's Iron NerveBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
91—Buffalo Bill's RivalBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
92—Buffalo Bill's Lone HandBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
93—Buffalo Bill's SacrificeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
94—Buffalo Bill's ThunderboltBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
95—Buffalo Bill's Black FortuneBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
96—Buffalo Bill's Wild WorkBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
97—Buffalo Bill's Yellow TrailBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
98—Buffalo Bill's Treasure TrainBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
99—Buffalo Bill's Bowie DuelBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
100—Buffalo Bill's Mystery ManBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
101—Buffalo Bill's Bold PlayBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
102—Buffalo Bill: PeacemakerBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
103—Buffalo Bill's Big SurpriseBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
104—Buffalo Bill's BarricadeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
105—Buffalo Bill's TestBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
106—Buffalo Bill's PowwowBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
107—Buffalo Bill's Stern JusticeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
108—Buffalo Bill's Mysterious FriendBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
109—Buffalo Bill and the BoomersBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
110—Buffalo Bill's Panther FightBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
111—Buffalo Bill and the Overland MailBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
112—Buffalo Bill on the Deadwood TrailBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
113—Buffalo Bill in Apache LandBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
114—Buffalo Bills Blindfold DuelBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
115—Buffalo Bill and the Lone CamperBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
116—Buffalo Bill's Merry WarBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
117—Buffalo Bill's Star PlayBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
118—Buffalo Bill's War CryBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
119—Buffalo Bill on Black Panther's TrailBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
120—Buffalo Bill's Slim ChanceBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
121—Buffalo Bill BesiegedBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
122—Buffalo Bill's Bandit Round-upBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
123—Buffalo Bill's Surprise PartyBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
124—Buffalo Bill's Lightning RaidBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
125—Buffalo Bill in MexicoBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
126—Buffalo Bill's Traitor FoeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
127—Buffalo Bill's Tireless ChaseBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
128—Buffalo Bill's Boy BuglerBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
129—Buffalo Bill's Sure GuessBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
130—Buffalo Bill's Record JumpBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
131—Buffalo Bill in the Land of DreadBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
132—Buffalo Bill's Tangled ClueBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
133—Buffalo Bill's Wolf SkinBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
134—Buffalo Bill's Twice Four PuzzleBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
135—Buffalo Bill and the Devil BirdBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
136—Buffalo Bill and the Indian's MascotBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
137—Buffalo Bill EntrappedBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
138—Buffalo Bill's Totem TrailBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
139—Buffalo Bill at Fort ChallisBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
140—Buffalo Bill's DeterminationBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
141—Buffalo Bill's Battle AxeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
142—Buffalo Bill's Game with FateBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
143—Buffalo Bill's Comanche RaidBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
144—Buffalo Bill's Aerial IslandBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
145—Buffalo Bill's Lucky ShotBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
146—Buffalo Bill's Sioux FriendsBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
147—Buffalo Bill's Supreme TestBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
148—Buffalo Bill's Boldest StrikeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
149—Buffalo Bill and the Red HandBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
150—Buffalo Bill's Dance with DeathBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
151—Buffalo Bill's Running FightBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
152—Buffalo Bill in HarnessBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
153—Buffalo Bill CorralledBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
154—Buffalo Bill's Waif of the WestBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
155—Buffalo Bill's Wizard PardBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
156—Buffalo Bill and HawkeyeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
157—Buffalo Bill and Grizzly DanBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
158—Buffalo Bill's Ghost PlayBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
159—Buffalo Bill's Lost PrisonerBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
160—Buffalo Bill and The Klan of KauBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
161—Buffalo Bill's Crow ScoutsBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
162—Buffalo Bill's Lassoed SpectreBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
163—Buffalo Bill and the WanderersBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
164—Buffalo Bill and the White QueenBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
165—Buffalo Bill's Yellow GuardianBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
166—Buffalo Bill's Double "B" BrandBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
167—Buffalo Bill's Dangerous DutyBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
168—Buffalo Bill and the Talking StatueBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
169—Buffalo Bill Between Two FiresBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
170—Buffalo Bill and the Giant ApacheBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
171—Buffalo Bill's Best BetBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
172—Buffalo Bill's Blockhouse SiegeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
173—Buffalo Bill's Fight for RightBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
174—Buffalo Bill's Sad TidingsBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
175—Buffalo Bill and "Lucky" BensonBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
176—Buffalo Bill Among the SiouxBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
177—Buffalo Bill's Mystery BoxBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
178—Buffalo Bill's Worst TangleBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
179—Buffalo Bill's Clean SweepBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
180—Buffalo Bill's Texas TangleBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
181—Buffalo Bill and the NihilistsBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
182—Buffalo Bill's Emigrant TrailBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
183—Buffalo Bill at Close QuartersBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
184—Buffalo Bill and the Cattle ThievesBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
185—Buffalo Bill at Cimaroon BarBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
186—Buffalo Bill's IngenuityBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
187—Buffalo Bill on a Cold TrailBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
188—Buffalo Bill's Red Hot TotemBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
189—Buffalo Bill Under a War CloudBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
190—Buffalo Bill and the ProphetBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
191—Buffalo Bill and the Red RenegadeBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
192—Buffalo Bill's Mailed FistBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
193—Buffalo Bill's Round-upBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
194—Buffalo Bill's Death MessageBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
195—Buffalo Bill's Redskin DisguiseBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
196—Buffalo Bill, the WhirlwindBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
197—Buffalo Bill in Death ValleyBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
198—Buffalo Bill and the Magic ButtonBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
199—Buffalo Bill's Friend in NeedBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
200—Buffalo Bill With General CusterBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
201—Buffalo Bill's Timely MeetingBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
202—Buffalo Bill and the Skeleton ScoutBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
203—Buffalo Bill's Flag of TruceBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
204—Buffalo Bill's Pacific PowerBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
205—Buffalo Bill's ImpersonatorBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
206—Buffalo Bill and the Red MaraudersBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
207—Buffalo Bill's Long RunBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
208—Buffalo Bill and Red DoveBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
209—Buffalo Bill on the BoxBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
210—Buffalo Bill's Bravo PartnerBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham
211—Buffalo Bill's Strange TaskBy Col. Prentiss Ingraham

BOOKS FOR YOUNG MEN