CHAPTER PAGE
I. “RED DICK” AND “FIGHTING DAN.”[5]
II. THE BAD MAN.[10]
III. WILD BILL DISAPPEARS.[16]
IV. BUFFALO BILL’S LITTLE JOKE.[22]
V. HOW HICKOK CAME TO GRIEF.[30]
VI. THE BATTLE IN THE MINE.[37]
VII. RED DICK’S CHOICE.[44]
VIII. PA-E-HAS-KA TRAPPED.[53]
IX. OLD NOMAD FINDS EXCITEMENT.[59]
X. LITTLE CAYUSE CAPTURED.[64]
XI. THE DYNAMITER AGAIN.[71]
XII. THE MYSTERY OF THE MOUNTAINTOP.[78]
XIII. MATTERS BECOMING COMPLICATED.[89]
XIV. CAYUSE TURNS A TRICK.[95]
XV. BUFFALO BILL’S TRUMP CARD.[103]
XVI. BUFFALO BILL’S DIFFICULT MISSION.[109]
XVII. A TRAGEDY OF THE PLAIN.[117]
XVIII. INTERESTING ACQUAINTANCES.[123]
XIX. THE MYSTERY OF THE GULCH.[129]
XX. NOMAD’S STRANGE WEAPON.[135]
XXI. ANOTHER MYSTERY MET.[140]
XXII. HICKOK OUTWITTED BY A THIEF.[147]
XXIII. IN THE SIOUX CAMP.[155]
XXIV. CAYUSE SENTENCED TO DIE.[163]
XXV. THE RESCUE OF LITTLE CAYUSE.[170]
XXVI. BUFFALO BILL SAVES TEN.[179]
XXVII. THE WAY OF THE TRANSGRESSOR.[187]
XXVIII. A SUCCESSION OF SURPRISES.[194]
XXIX. THE SCOUT VISITS SITTING BULL.[203]
XXX. HIDE-RACK’S ADVENTURES.[208]
XXXI. THE BOY BUGLER WINS.[214]
XXXII. REVENGE OF PRICE.[222]
XXXIII. WONDERFUL MIRROR OF THE PLAIN.[225]
XXXIV. TRAGEDY OF THE PLAIN.[233]
XXXV. AN AGED INDIAN’S STORY.[240]
XXXVI. THE QUEEN OE THE STARS.[246]
XXXVII. THE SCOUT ON A DIM TRAIL.[252]
XXXVIII. WILD BILL’S WILD RIDE.[266]
XXXIX. RESCUE OF THE SUPPLY TRAIN.[273]
XL. A SET-TO WITH A GRIZZLY.[280]
XLI. WONDERS OF THE SACRED MOUNTAIN. [285]
XLII. LITTLE CAYUSE MISSING.[291]
XLIII. CAYUSE FINDS OLD ENEMIES.[297]
XLIV. THE PARDS VISIT THE INDIANS.[303]
XLV. WILD BILL’S TASK.[310]

BUFFALO BILL’S BOY BUGLER.


CHAPTER I.
“RED DICK” AND “FIGHTING DAN.”

It had come out of the long familiar war between the cattlemen and sheepmen. “Red Dick” and “Doc” Downs, cattlemen, were on trial for the shooting of Josh and Cabe Grey, sheep herders, and the slaughter of three hundred sheep. A typical Western crowd had drifted into Bozeman, including many soldiers from Fort Ellis. It was noon and the sun hung high and blazed down relentlessly on the perspiring spectators, as they poured out of the stuffy courtroom, at recess. Red Dick and Doc Downs were to be taken across the street to the hotel for lunch, and the crowd settled across the way to cheer or hiss the prisoners, as its sympathies dictated, as the handcuffed men were led forth by the officers.

Red Dick was known as a bad man and he looked the part. He stood six feet three in his stockings, was straight as an arrow, and, without an ounce of superfluous flesh, weighed 190 pounds. Contrary to the suggestion of his cognomen, he was not of Indian descent, but below the belt of tan at his neck the unbuttoned collar revealed skin as white as marble. It was a mass of curly, fiery-red hair that had given Richard Davids, from Vermont, his nickname in the West.

Red Dick’s steely gray eyes flashed, his hawk-bill nose sniffed contemptuously, and his short-cropped red mustache twitched nervously as he was led out of the courtroom and the hiss of his enemies fell on his ears.

Then came hoots and howls and verbal insults, intermingled with “tigers!” and “good boy, Dick!” “We’ll stand by you, Red!” etc.