. Thrilling lives of Buffalo Bill, Col. Wm. F. Cody, last of the great scouts and Pawnee Bill, Major Gordon W. Lillie (Pawnee Bill) white chief of the Pawnees. Fort Larned on a mule. Not a dozen miles had been covered when about fortyIndians dashed up. How, how, they exclaimed in friendly greeting. How, Cody replied, eyeing them suspiciously, notingthey wore their war paint. Shake hands, an Indian said. Cody extending his in good will, it was seized with asudden grasp, a tightening of grip and the scout wasjerked violently forward, another grabbed the bridle anda second later Cody was complete
. Thrilling lives of Buffalo Bill, Col. Wm. F. Cody, last of the great scouts and Pawnee Bill, Major Gordon W. Lillie (Pawnee Bill) white chief of the Pawnees. Fort Larned on a mule. Not a dozen miles had been covered when about fortyIndians dashed up. How, how, they exclaimed in friendly greeting. How, Cody replied, eyeing them suspiciously, notingthey wore their war paint. Shake hands, an Indian said. Cody extending his in good will, it was seized with asudden grasp, a tightening of grip and the scout wasjerked violently forward, another grabbed the bridle anda second later Cody was completely surrounded. Then allgrew black before him, he had been felled with the blowof a tomahawk dealt from behind. When he opened his eyes Cody found that he had beencarried to an Indian village. There was a council goingon and he was placed in the center of the chiefs, presidedover by Santanta, a bloodthirsty and crafty redskin. Theoutlook was bad, and Cody realized it. Never for a mo-ment did he falter in bravery, his wits collected he knewthat it was one chance in a hundred if he ever escaped,and if he did it would not be by force but by outscheming [72]. CoDY^s Stratagem the Indians—just how he could not tell then, but thechance came and he was equal for the emergency. Where have you been? Santanta asked. After cattle, came the quick reply—it flashed throughCodys mind that the Indians had been without meat forsome time and that in their efforts to pacify the redskinsmeat had been promised them by a certain general. Santanta was interested at once. He eagerly questionedthe scout. I was sent by the General—Cody lied glibly—to tellyou that the cattle were coming. Good, grunted the old rascal, then, with a frown,soldiers come, too? Yes. General send cattle to us? Yes, I was ordered to bring them over here—then ina bold tone—why did your young men treat me soroughly, I came here friendly to you? Very sorry, all a mistake, and the wily chief was thinking h
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