. 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. receive. A hundred and twenty-five a month, mused the four-teen-year-old plainsman, thinking of the mothers and sis-ters at home. Say, Mr. Christman, give me a chance atthat job, will you? Cant do it, Billy; the work is too hard and too danger-ous; nerves of steel and a quick enough eye along thepistol barrel dont come in youngsters of your age, nomatter how game and willing you are. In a twinkling Codys revolver flashed from its holste
. 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. receive. A hundred and twenty-five a month, mused the four-teen-year-old plainsman, thinking of the mothers and sis-ters at home. Say, Mr. Christman, give me a chance atthat job, will you? Cant do it, Billy; the work is too hard and too danger-ous; nerves of steel and a quick enough eye along thepistol barrel dont come in youngsters of your age, nomatter how game and willing you are. In a twinkling Codys revolver flashed from its holster ;a cowboy twenty feet away was striking a match to lighthis pipe. A sharp report, and the astounded cowboygazed at the stub end of the match held in his fingers, theother end lay on the ground. My nerves are as good as my eye—I want a job as arider, and Cody pleaded his case to such good effect thathe was promptly engaged. For three months the lad pounded against the saddle,making fifteen miles an hour every day. The work worehim down; at times he thought that possibly his nerveswere made of iron instead of steel, but his will was in-domitable. [32]. A CHARACTERISTIC POSE. Ladies and Gentlemen, Permit Me to Introduce a Congressof the Rough Riders of the World. Throw up Your Hands ! The folks at home needed the money, and he was de-termined to stick it out as long as he could keep his tiredbody together on the back of his dashing pony. So farhe had been decidedly lucky in not meeting with anytrying experiences with either Indians or highwaymen,and in due proportion he felt deeply chagrined. He cravedfor just a little excitement to reHeve the monotony of thecontinuous pound, pound, pound of horse hoofs and thescurrying of coyotes. At the stables he even twittedChristman about the forewarned dangers. Wish as hemight, nothing would occur to give the lad a chance totest his metal against real trouble. One day Christman called Cody to the office. Be careful to-day, Billy, he said
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