Buffalo Bill's Still Hunt; Or, The Robber of the RangeIngraham, Prentiss
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Buffalo Bill's Still Hunt; Or, The Robber of the Range
Ingraham, Prentiss
Buffalo Bill, 1846-1917 -- Fiction; Dime novels; Western stories
The burly fellow who had made himself a leader against Surgeon Powell
would have been glad to have escaped the notice of Bonnie Belle. But
her words had brought the eyes of the Vigilantes upon him, and he
was anxious to get away, and so with Pistols skulked out into the
darkness.
They had hastened to their respective quarters then, making an
agreement to meet at Dave Dunn’s in half an hour’s time, and when
the sun rose the two were making tracks down the valley, carrying
their belongings upon a pole slung between two of them, and with all
the wealth they possessed in their pockets.
“I would like to see you and Buffalo Bill, Surgeon Powell,” Bonnie
Belle had said, in a low tone.
“We are going at once to the hotel.”
“I will see you there,” and Bonnie Belle circled about the room,
greeted everywhere with the most cordial welcome.
In the meanwhile Surgeon Powell and Buffalo Bill were congratulated
on all sides by those who had not had the nerve to come to their
rescue.
But they received all that was said coldly, gaging it at about what
it was worth, and passed out of the saloon on to the hotel.
The scout already had a room there, and the surgeon was given one
next to him, and so they repaired to them at once.
“It came over me, Bill, to follow you, believing I might be of
service. I am not superstitious, as you know, but I had a dream in
which I saw you in a close place with Indians about you, and when I
awoke it was all so vivid to me that I wrote the colonel a note and
started upon your trail without waiting until dawn. I went on to the
end of Horseshoe Ned’s run, and he told me you were going down to
Pocket City, so here I came.”
“And just in time, Frank, to save my life.”
“It seems so. I was told you were here, so I went over to the Den and
saw what was going on, so chipped in. But, though I postponed matters
for a while, we both would have been food for coyotes at this present
time had not Bonnie Belle arrived as she did.”
“And how did she come?”
“I do not know.”
“She started East from the Junction.”
“Well, she came here instead, fortunately for us---- Come in!”
A Chinese servant entered and said:
“Misses say ’Melican man come with Chinaman.”
This invitation was promptly accepted by the surgeon and the scout,
and they were led by the Chinaman to the private quarters of Bonnie
Belle. There she had a supper spread out for them, though it was
after one o’clock, and, receiving them cordially, said:
“I wish to have a talk with you, gentlemen, and you will join me at
supper, please.”
They readily consented, the Chinaman waiting upon the table, and
Bonnie Belle showing herself to be a most charming hostess.
The supper over, and the Chinaman having departed, Bonnie Belle
handed her guests a couple of fine cigars and said:
“I enjoy the fragrance of tobacco smoke, so please light them.”
They did so, and then Bonnie Belle threw herself into an easy chair
in a tired way and said:
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