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Portrait of Prentiss Ingraham Prentiss Ingraham Buffalo Bill's Spy Trailer; Or…

But Andrew Seldon raised his hands above his head, in token of peace, and Surgeon Powell rode straight toward him.
"I dare not let him know who I am, though I would trust him, Heaven knows. He knows me as well as any man, and I'll see how I stand the test of his piercing eyes," muttered the gold-hunter, and, as the surgeon-scout drew nearer, he called out:
"Are you Buffalo Bill, sir?"
"No, I am Surgeon Frank Powell, of the army."
"I see now, sir, that you are not Buffalo Bill, for I met him once when he was in a tight place with road-agents. Are you from Fort Faraway, sir?"
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Prentiss Ingraham Prentiss Ingraham Buffalo Bill's Spy Trailer; Or…

But when the coffin, with the weapons, hat, and whip of Dave Dockery was lowered into the grave, hundreds of bold, brawny men stepped forward and threw in upon it benches of wild flowers they had gathered, and when filled up, the little mound was covered from view by these sweet offerings of manly regard for the dead driver, while in strange contrast was the barren grave of Brassy, for his immediate friends had not thought of gathering flowers, there being no sentiment in his death.
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Prentiss Ingraham Prentiss Ingraham Buffalo Bill's Spy Trailer; Or…

It will be remembered that when Buffalo Bill and Doctor Dick rode away from the caved-in mine and crushed cabin of the two gold-hunters in the Grand Cañon, there were human eyes following their movements that they little dreamed were upon them.
Gazing at them from a hiding-place half a mile away were two men whose faces showed much anxiety as they saw the scout and the gold king moving about their quarters, when they had believed themselves hidden from all search by friend or foe.
Source: Gutenberg

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