“Waugh!” old Nomad whooped. “Better drap et, Benson, fer ye’re shootin’ only blanks!” The shouted words, telling him his revolver held only blanks, confused and balked Benson for a moment; it made him uncertain, and that caused him to hesitate. The scout had not been touched by Benson’s bullet, and it gave him the time and opportunity needed. He sprang upon Benson. When the latter’s hand went up again with the revolver, Buffalo Bill turned the weapon aside and at the same time snapped the wrist in the handcuff; then, with a swing, he caught and brought the other wrist round. “Click!” sounded the manacles. The revolver fell to the ground, and Benson reeled back against the wall. That click and the touch of the cold steel on his wrists let him know that the great scout had him at last. Not until the thing had been done and the handcuffs held his arms together did Benson come to a full realization that Nomad had shouted those words simply to confuse him and cause him to lose time. He turned upon the old trapper furiously. Nomad only laughed. “Thet’s all right, ye reprobate,” said the trapper. “We wanted ter ketch yer, so I didn’t want ter drap ye with a bullet myself, or hev ye drap Buffler. Ye’re the star road agent o’ this section and the king o’ all the desperadoes that’s been workin’ round hyer; but now we has got ye. Et’s the final scoop.” Tim Benson, a very few minutes later, was in the jail of Blossom Range, whither his pals had gone before him. As for the Utes, old Iron Bow and the others who were jailed, they were released in a few days and permitted to return to the village. It was held that, being savages, they were not really responsible for deeds committed under the influence of desperate white men and strong drink. The Betts brothers did not get that reward. They could not produce the body of Gorilla Jake, dead or alive. Yet there was no doubt that he had suffered at the hands of the Utes a terrible punishment for his crime of furnishing them with drugged whisky. THE END. No. 102 of the BUFFALO BILL BORDER STORIES, entitled, “Buffalo Bill, Peacemaker,” is a rattler that any boy would sit up all night to read. The great scout’s hunt for peace gets him into all sorts of trouble, and every page has its thrills. WESTERN STORIES ABOUT BUFFALO BILL Price, Fifteen Cents 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 Hickok, General Custer, and a few other adventurous spirits, laid the foundation of our great West.