ring, and when he reached a certain point Will pretended to
be hit, and fell from his horse. On came the Indians, howling like a
choir of maniacs. The next moment they were in a trap, and Will and his
men opened fire on them, literally annihilating the entire squad. It was
the Indian style of warfare, and the ten "good Indians" left upon the
field, had they been able to complain, would have had no right to do so.

Will continued the march, and as the day was well advanced, began
looking for a good place to camp. Arriving at the top of a ridge
overlooking a little river, Will saw a spot where he had camped on a
previous expedition; but, to his great disappointment, the place was
in possession of a large village of hostiles, who were putting up their
tepees, building camp fires, and making themselves comfortable for the
coming night.

Quick as a flash Will decided what to do. "There are too many of them
for us to whip in the tired condition of ourselves and horses," said
our hero. Then he posted his men along the top of the ridge, with
instructions to show themselves at a signal from him, and descended at
once, solitary and alone, to the encampment of hostiles. Gliding rapidly
up to the chief, Will addressed him in his own dialect as follows:

"I want you to leave here right away, quick! I don't want to kill your
women and children. A big lot of soldiers are following me, and they
will destroy your whole village if you are here when they come."

As he waved his hand in the direction of the hilltop, brass buttons and
polished gun-barrels began to glitter in the rays of the setting sun,
and the chief ordered his braves to fold their tents and move on.

CHAPTER XXX. -- CODY DAY AT THE OMAHA EXPOSITION.

SINCE 1893 the "Wild West" exhibitions have been restricted to the
various cities of our own land. Life in "Buffalo Bill's Tented City,"
as it is called, is like life in a small village. There are some six
hundred persons in the various departments. Many of the men have their
families with them; the Indians have their squaws and papooses, and the
variety of nationalities, dialects, and costumes makes the miniature
city an interesting and entertaining one.

The Indians may be seen eating bundles of meat from their fingers
and drinking tankards of iced buttermilk. The Mexicans, a shade more
civilized, shovel with their knives great quantities of the same food
into the capacious receptacles provided by nature. The Amer