“That is so. But I am sorry for _his_ end. I tell you in confidence, major, that the man was Dick Danforth’s father--though I never suspected it until I saw his face close to. The Indians were supposed to have cracked him on the head and flung him into the river years ago. The crack on the head was sure enough. But he wasn’t drowned. His end has come now, poor fellow.” “And Dick wonderfully saved!” “He is, indeed--and has found a sister.” “Ah, Cody! That was a joker you kept up your sleeve a long time,” said the major. “True. I knew the boy’s hatred for all savages. I did not know about his poor mother and this girl until I had really instilled some of the boy’s hatred into his mind myself. I feared for him to know the truth. Yet I wanted to save her from the savages. Providence performed what I could not.” “True.... But those scalp-locks, Cody?” asked Major Baldwin, pointing to the string of ghastly trophies hanging from the scout’s belt. “Oh, those are the roofs of the braves who tried to raise my hair. I intended to have a rope made of them to hang Boyd Bennett with, but I’ll have them made into a bridle for you, instead, major.” “All right, scout. Thank you for the gift. And now you are free. Report to me in full when you have rested,” and with another hand-clasp the major let him go. Many other hands were waiting to clasp that of the Border King. It was some time before he could break away and find Texas Jack in the scouts’ quarters. But times of rest were few and far between for these hardy men of the frontier. One tribe of red men were scarcely subjugated for the time when another would rise up to kill and slay. It was not long before Buffalo Bill was performing more daring deeds to add to his fame upon the border. THE END. * * * * * Say, Boys! How’d you like to own your own bronc’? How’d you like to be an expert at lassoing and branding? How’d you like to ride the rolling prairies in search of lost stock, and perhaps have an adventure or two with certain bad men who did not like you because you were on the side of law and order? How would you like it? Well, we all cannot go west and be cowboys, but we sure can pay 15 cents for the stories in the _Western Story Library_, and find a good, comfortable spot, and immediately imagine ourselves riding with Ted Strong and his broncho boys, sharing their adventures, their hardships and pleasures. Ted Strong and his pals are lovable fellows--every one of them, and you will do well to make comrades of them. Ask your dealer to show you a copy of the _Western Story Library_. STREET & SMITH CORPORATION 79 Seventh Avenue New York City * * * * * WESTERN STORIES ABOUT BUFFALO BILL Price, Fifteen Cents Red-blooded Adventure Stories for Men