Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 1062) (1897 11 30)
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THE RIVAL sonoot. SPORTS “” BY BRACEBRIDGE wei na. CHAPTER I. THE BOSS SPORT: s “Say, Fred, we are going to a big private school on Long Island.” “How do you know?” “JT heard your father talking to my guardian, yesterday.” ‘““What did they say?” “Phat we ought to enter a collegiate institution, and complete our education.” “Good enough! ‘I’m ready! ”, “So am I, and I tell you, [ mean to be boss at every game and sport.” “ Nobody can beat you.” The speakers were Joe Manley, a proad-shouldered athlete of about eigh- teen, and his chum, Fred earrareas a year younger, They were in’a New York gymnasium, where they spent much of their time. Both loved sport and athletic exercise. Manley was known as Left-Hand Joe among his friends, for he could hit with terrifie force ans "had wonderful power in his left arm. Tall and well “built, he was regarded as a handsome, clever fellow. At sixteen, he was “cock of the walk” at everything he attempted. 7 His guardian, Mr. Hardy, a ship brok- ae er, had control of a large fortune, which i _ had been left Joe by his father. The will stated that if Joe died before attaining his majority, the money was to go to the guardian. Mr. Hardy,.used Joe’s cash, to some extent, for speculative purposes, and would have been glad to hear of his | death, at any moment. — ‘A cruely, sh man was John Hardy. eR He had a secretary, Paul. Panton, who _ | was even a greater schemer and villain - than he was himself. © ‘ He offered him a large our it he would i make some fatal accident befall Joe. Panton undertook the’ commission. fae Warily he went to’;work. Pe. His was a hidden “hand that ane’ ¢ in the dark. Pies) a Joe had another enemy. mg This was a relative of Mr. +h young Cuban, by name Alfons known as the Cuban Giant. Taller than Left-Hand Joe,.Re was, yet his inferior in strength and skill. Ps The Cuban hated his rival, Left-Hand Joe, yet he pretended to like him, and % “be* his. friend and admirer. rdy, a Diaz, vengeful. stirred Joe ‘had a friend in Mr. daughter, who often warned him again, _ the Cuban. - Paul Panton and Alfonso were ¥ intimate. hey plotted in secret against Joe, de- sing schemes to injure him, | ‘The_ oo to which Joe Manley ana | | Standish were sent at the begin- ned | establishment. en Joe was at home, one night, lack mask tried to stran yer was ao eng by his The Left-Hand Athlete The Cuban Giant was false and re-| His hot _ Spanish blood was easily Hardy's ning of Uae autumn was at Flushing, on | Ste on one ‘@onsidered ita very a oe fae | although, in pacts! he had no such wea- ig Mins 8 esnine in the The Le Little did they think that the wretch Hand Athlete. IR SPEIER was no. other than the Cuban. This “showed what a relentless foe Alfonso Diaz“interidéd to be to.him. oe annual sports -were coming on, and Left-Hand Joe lookedférward eager- ly to the event. He intended to entam. for ser obY. trial of strength. Would he be yictorinaat: That is the SSealegg iS The Cuban Giant | wiry, and was likely t ble antagonist. We shall'see what ied. strong, tall and ¥ prove. a, formida- bec orp IL SAMBO’S BRUSH WITH PAT. It was Monday, the day appointed for the return of pupils to Seaview Academy. The principal always gave them three days’ vacation. for Thanksgiving, after which aet of grace they were supposed to be doubly assiduous in the pursuit of their studies, Two important personages of the in- stitution were Pat, the gardener, and Sambo, the man of all work—an Irish- man and” a negro, who were constantly quarrellihg and making it up again. On the morning of the day in question Pat and Sdmbo were standing at the main entrance of the academy, “The top of the mornin*’to yez, Mis- ther Sambo!” exclaimed Pat. “ It’s foine weather, but it’s cowld, bejabers.” “This chile thinks there will be frost mighty soon,” replied Sambo. “That's what the boys will be atther enjoying. The field sports také place next week, and they would be all the better with a skating match thrown in.” “Tf there’s suow, it will be your place, Patrick, to sweep the ice clean.” “No, T didn’, ngage for that. I reckon it’s your place to take on the sweeping.” “T will speak to Mr.. Manley. about, | that,” exclaimed Sambo; “ he’s the head of the soph committee. “ Golly; there will b feng kicking the ball, putting the stone; ning, and jumping, ‘iefling the ‘b and a lot more.’ ek “ Arrah, be aisy, naw! , “ Why should I be easy?” ae and it’s meself that will tell Bb ! fun, run- lock, anley ge everybody | in this etane ‘< or “ Trish, you're a stupid! I the want b sense.” “ Bedad, you black naggur, I’L one manners! ” ouldn’t instruct me. tache faa be e on! I’se ready for th +t aaa pe See I've got a razor in This was’ invariably Sambo’s threat, | pon about hi ers, The Trichman was better was armed with a stout | which he called. his spri | With a as i Are | Seaview. | students, about sixty in number, were Speculation , was ase evas to his chance : ay | of carrying off izes at the school . | sports. he a pyon are to i Ape, ice r8) be We Y grant Havana. r funeral, for there will be a ns ate ace As sure as my name seca apsaie Cork, I'll stand no more cut you deep if you wie Joe. bear Pat rushed at the negro, but when ¥ close to Sambo, the darkey lowered his ty iG head and butted the Irishman in the 4 stomach. This caused him to roll several yards and finally double up in a heap. “Yah! yah!” laughed Sambo, “what 7 — do you take me for, you fool, Irish?” e Pat sat up and gasped for breath, feel- ing like an exhausted receiver, and in- haled the air to “ get his wind” again. ° “ Holy Mary!” groaned Pat; “it’sdone for I am, sure, and sure I am dying. Oh give me an illigant wake.” “Get up, Irish! I haven’t done with you yet. In’ fact, I am only just begin- ning.’ “ Lave off}; bad cess, to yez! ” a * How. do you like the butt I gib you?.” , |. “Sure and your head is harder than xh the rock of¢Cashet.” nie hace nee “GO long! I was “ghiy Holin’ with you, that: time, re just wanted you to know what I can, do.” ““T have had eonel! ‘“T’'se de boss batterin’ ram.” “ Begorra, you are that! ”’ “Oh, I'm all. there, I want y know! ’ ae bein die in pace! ” poaned he-ru Ris eorporosity. £-Yes,” avowed Sambo, pala eae “ T’se,proud to claim that I is a combina-_ tion ,ef de steam roller, and de veh aa D tes plough driver.” Just then the» sound of wheels wa heard: Soming tp to the gate. 3 The boys weré beginning to return ‘9: This was the first arrival, and in spite | of his complaints, Pat scrambled to hts ey ene prepared | to make himself use rz u 5 Onan duking like this both the. Trish- man and the “cullud man” expected to_ get ple spty, of tips for taking charge of baggage belonging to ree pupil Thef carriagwendrove. i : Joe Manley, Fred Standish, Diaz, and before twelve ovélock all the Ai na in chet school home. ie gn ut. Ri st CUPAN's) CHALLENGE. As may be imagined, the Cuban Giant | was to everybody an, object ¥ contort: | and admifation. | During the time that intervened, his’ ay practise was carefully watch and much betting went on in his fay i AN The young men in the first clams who. ah were only twelve in number, had.'a large ¥ | j room set apart for their priva: Muse. Ng On the afternoon of the day before the a Joe was reading in his ao red like a sport, and smoking ee fal Fixing his eyes upon Joe, the said, after a tox minutes of aia rf “T don’t know about t “You will ‘be a winner a. wr fencing, and ,boxing,” remarked — who had only just entered the roo “We will get up a skating ‘one :
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¥}. i piggen Pre “You seem fond of making matches, - Manley,” he remarked. “Why not? Is there any harm in it?” “None at all. I’ll make one for you, if you like, and put up a hundred dol- lars stake money,” “What for?” “ Something that you will decline to - undertake.” Joe would never allow it to be said that he declined a challenge. “TI will accept anything that involves a trial of strength or skill, such as an athlete may legitimately engage in,” he rejoined. “Do you accept this?’ demanded the Cuban, impatiently. s You can’t frighten me; a {:) ‘it shall ‘be a match.” ‘Good! If you come out the winner, I whatever it . win pay you a hundred dollars, or—” He paused and looked viciously at Joe. The young athlete was puzzled at his _ . breaking off. so abruptly. “Why don’t you go on and finish your sentence?” “Twas going to add,” the Cuban said, Ne that: if you get defeated, I will pay your funeral] expenses! ” Joe Manley started. “Ts it to be a life and death struggle? 5 he asked. “You shall judge for yourself; but, ‘mind you, there is no backing out now. You have given your, word.” “And I am willing to stick to it.” | “This afternoon. This afternoon I made the acquaintance of a man who is just come into thé town with a show,” said the Spaniard. “What's his line of business?” “Oh, it’s common enough. He’s a snake handler and charmer, and I will ‘back his isc Sahat long python against yo ” “brow tden ithe thandie his rept es” ss ae gives them opiates and stuff to 8 but you will have to meet bt ow fair and square. There will be = humbug about this trial of strength. , gs ‘When do you want it to take place?” _“ To-morrow will be a whole holiday. What time will the sports be over?” “We shall begin early and finish ‘about two o’clock. © .sbowman- manage to “That will do. I will run down town | again now, and fix the contest for three, in the showman’s tent.” ‘He threw away the stump of his cigar sand putting: on his hat, walked out of the room. | The, two friends were much perplexed. “This is a queer start,” said Fred. . “No mistake about that?” “What did you take it on for? You ‘must have been a mug.” “He led me on so artfully, I fell into * the trap. oo BY jove, you did! I can t help calling “you a flat.” “ Perhaps I deserve it.” cas mes “No! no!” protested the athlete. “Reflect. Twenty feet of snake against rs six foot two of man is rather long odds.” i ef he constrictor, he isn’t vene- mous,” if a Joe, which was the only consolation he had in the matter. a CHAPTER IV. MATCH WITH A SNAKE. ‘ mor ng of the sports’ day at Sea- off. » “You do, but, it isn’t too late to cry naan. araie. dull and ries but | “The Left-Hs nd Athlete. 3 / In a tent was a handsome array of sil- ver cups, badges, and medals for the winners Although Alfonso ran him close in several contests, Joe Manley won all but the Jong jump; he was placed first in the running, leaping, football kicking, bicycling, big stone throwing, and other feats. His school fellows gave him a per- fect ovation, and he was chaired to the pavilion on the ground where the prizes were presented and lunch was served. Paul Panton had come down to see the sports. He had been sent by Mr. Hardy, he said, and on his guardian’s. behalf presented the young champion with a purse containing twenty-five dollars. It was a triumph for Joe all round; yet there was a spice of bitterness in his cup of joy. He could not help thinking of the match that was to take place that after- noon—the Cuban’s match. Man versus snake! Pah! of it made him feel faint. Alfonso Diaz handed Joe a card with an address on it. “That is the crib,” he said. ‘“ Don’t forget your engagement for this after- noon.” “IT have booked it,’ was the reply. “Four o’clock is the time, sharp.” ““T shall be on hand.” Panton was behind Joe. The thought | * Allow me to congratulate you on your prowess. mented. _ . “Tt is nothing to what I intendto do, sir,” was answered, “ Ah, the possibilities of the future for the young are infinite. You have my Most. sincerely,” he compli- | nearty good wishes for your success,” - saying which Mr. Paul Panton glided from the tent. Outside he met Alfonso, linked his down the road. “To the victor belong the spoils,” re- marked Panton, “ Manley’s study will be better decorated than yours to-night.” “There may be no one inside,” re- plied the Cuban, significantly shaking his head. “Tf the nest is empty, where will the bird be?” “ Among the dead.” “Ha! You have some design?” _ “A deep one, comrade,” said Alfonso— * better than the strangling scheme in New York.” / “What is it?” “You shall be taken into my confi- dence, for we are both working for the Same end.” “For Joe Manley’s humiliation? Pa a Caramba! tion!” “That is wha’ I intended to say,” ob- served Paul Panton. like to put it too plainly for fear some one might be listening.” “Tf this fails, 1 will drown him in an ice accident, or-—” “Say no more!” Panton interrupted. | “I, too, have an idea. A ship of Mr. in the Sound, close at Bane. Hardy’s is We will get him on board and—” “I understand! ” The two villains were thoroughly in accord; Left-Hand Joe was environed by dire danger, ‘though he, knew it not. As they went along, the Cuban ex- with the python, “It is a bold conception. | allowed to use arms?” “Only his own,” was replied. plained to his companion the nature. of the contest in which Joe was to engage Is “7 Ee “arm in his, and walked away with him | © “Only 1 did not } yor with a demoniac grin be crushed to death! ~ I have seen the huge pythons of South America crush an ox in their fearsome coils.” They soon reached the snake charm- er’s tent, which was pitched in the back yard of a saloon. It was lighted up, for the ‘Professor,’ whose name was Marco, was awaiting their coming, by arrangement, A score of people, including the re- porter of a local paper, who paid one dol- . lar a head for admission had assembled —all anxious to witness this paar nary contest. Mr. Panton and Diaz took their goats among the small audience. The snake, which was a handsome specimen of its species, was confined in a large wooden box, with a plate glass face. It was restless and to all SRDCRIEES. hungry. Usually it was fed every three days, receiving pigeons or rabbits, but it had been purposely negiected, lately, to make jt more active. ; In the middle of its body it was nearly as thick as a man’s thigh. The stage was erected under a Sethe naphtha lamp. On the platform Professor Marco. per- formed his snake char ng feats which looked wonderful, but’ ere in reality simple; his serpents were gorged with food and stifled with morphine, chloro- form or ether, while their poison fangs all had been drawn. Rendered thus harm- less, they were easily handled. Joe and Fred Standish appeared at the appointed time. The spectators received them with light cheers and clapping of hands, after water silence reigned. It was a dull, heavy, opnaiatee ante, ‘EF which seemed to be the calm before the storm which often heralds a tragedy. — Joe Manley and Fred Standish walked up a small step ladder whith led to the stage. ‘Throwing off his flannels: and mufflers, Joe stood revealed in a pink ns shirt and drawers. Professor Marco was also on ‘the stage. He bowed, shook hands with Manley, then made a little speech to the audience. “Gentlemen, Mr. Joe Manley, can throw a horse over his head with ease, has matched himself for a sum of one ‘hundre dollars to conquer ead py- thon in a wrestling contest.” * Hold ont ” cried a burly farmer, | “ig this a trick performance?” xs “On the contrary, it is gent e” “But, if the snake gets the est f_it he Will kill the man!” urged the. oher Rather say his annihila- | “T am prepared for that,”. responded Professor Marco. ay How? ” “1 have an anesthetic which rs can put terns “see ata 4 a over the reptile’s head and.make him drop his coils double quick.” at is satisfactory. I ‘should not like to see anything happen to the young man, and these big snakes » are pesky At varmints.” ey. Fred Standish stood on one side. of the stage to see fair. play, and. assi his friend, if necessary. _ Alfonso Diaz sat in the’ front ms on his ‘lips. He had privatel with Professor > seve: if the st conquered Joe he was to. be allowed t to he python was Rot, to be 1 1 20 cis dead na " No sopt | abe. sme] a I sees ‘i sl two seh se on ae serpent. la ae ari Ae Ma, ‘the | champion boy athlete of America, who . ow of | u ie Fe arranged | Sree a “FF A wa ee 7 . ¥o
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b f — ; ee him. along the body, and jerking out his This was a subterfuge, for if the bag was slipped over the snake’s head it would take no effect. Professor Marco,went to the box in which the great reptile was kept, and | raising the lid allowed him to emerge from his nest. Instantly, when free, the serpent coiled the lower parts of his body spiral- ly and fixed his large saucer-like eyes upon Joe, standing near. His forked tongue darted in and out of his capacious jaws. In spite of his self-possession and in- born courage, the young athlete could not help trembling, but the fascination of the snake was upon him, holding him in thrall, and seemingly numbing his faculties. A moment’s refiection showed him that if he stood still he would be lost, so at once nerving himself for a desperate effort he took the initiative. With a wild yell he broke the spell that might have bound him and ren- dered him nerveless, and darted upon the python, which he caught with both hands by the neck. In vain he strove with all his strength to bear the constrictor to the floor; the _gnake resisted his efforts, and, with a quick movement it uncoiled, slinging out its huge length to its full extent. Then before Joe was aware of its in- tention, it flung its coils around his body! Holding on to the reptile’s neck with his right hand Joe released his left and caught hold of the body near the tail. CHAPTER V. _PLOTTING WITH SAMBO. At this juncture came the tug of war. Joe was holding his enemy at arms’ length at each extremity with both hands. ; The young athletes strength defied the serpent for a brief space, but, as there were three coils around his body, it was-worse than being compressed in a vise, because these folds gradually tightened. . He drew his breath with the utmost difficulty. His ribs almost snapped under the pressure. A dead weight seemed to have settled upon his heart, which beat throbbingly. His eyes were starting from his head, which began to become dizzy. His face was convulsed and contorted with an _ indescribable species of horror, mingled with pain. Large beads of perspiration rolled down hig cheeks, dropping off at the end of - his chin. The farmer who had before spoken now shouted: “Tt’s six to one on the snake! Who -« will take it?” There was no response to this offer. Joe was tottering about the stage like a drunken man, or one stricken with the palsy. -. But, all at once, the situation was altered, as if by magic. Using his phenomenal left hand with ‘an almost despairing effort of power, he uneoiled the tail end of the serpent, tightening his hold on the neck, or throat. That left but one coil around Then, placing his left hand further right, at the same time, he freed him- self from the awful constriction. a ‘That was his moment of victory! With one crowning exertion, which taxed his remaining energies to the ut- been a mere plaything. serpent fell on the stage some dis- The Léft-Hand Athlete. EY SAS ' tance off, where it writhed in sinuous folds, a8 if spent in its own strength. . No further endeavor did it make t coil again. } And for a good reason! : In the final effort of the fight, Joe had | given the great reptile a twist which had broken its spine about two-thirds of the way down from the head. When this is the case with any reptile, it becomes wholly powerless. “By gosh!” cried the farmer, “ he’s broken its beastly back! Hurrah!” The cheer~vas taken up by the crowd and echoed vociferously. This wonderful feat of the college athlete was one of the grandest things they had ever witnessed or heard of. With his steel-grip left hand he had broken the back of the monster serpent. Alfonzo Diaz with difficulty smoth- ered a curse, He was deeply disappoint- ed at the result. Once more he had been baffled—defeated in his vile plots. To a man of his nature this was hard to bear, but he contrived to conceal hi chagrin and feeling of hatred. ; Accompanied by Paul Panton he sprang upon the stage. “Bravo!” he exclaimed, approaching) Joe. ‘ You are equal to St. Patrick, who drove snakes out of old Ireland. It was a grand feat. Bravo!” “T will open a basket of wine,” @x- claimed Panton. “ You are a hero, Joé}”, “Not much of that, sir! tough job, though,’’ Joe replied, speak- ing hoarsely, and without any warning he fell forward. A dead faint had over- taken him. : The reaction had come, and he would have hurt himself if Fred Standish had not caught and supported him to a seat. “ Brandy!” he murmured, weakly. This was given to him, and in a short time he recovered. fie. For some time he trembled and shud- dered at fritervals. He felt the hot, fetid breath on his face. ble, menacing hiss. He saw its awful eyes, its dreadful fangs, and the white slime oozing out of its ponderous jaws. He felt the compression of its constrict- ing coils! An adjournment was made to the hotel, where a substantial supper was partaken of. After this Mr. Panton re- turned to the city, and the three young men went back to school. Alfonso then retired to his own room to muse over the situation and concoct some further scheme. Defeat was not for him! He would accomplish his pur- pose yet! He began to smoke one of his favorite brand of cigars, and as he mused the darky Sambo knocked at the door, and came in, with a pail of coals. “What do you know, Snowball?” asked Alfonso. “Mighty cold night, sar,’ replied the negro. “De stars am shining in de sky like balls of fire. The therbometer—” “You mean thermometer?” corrected Diaz. “Yes, sar; dat am right. Dis chile say *debometer. It am falling fast, going | down to spero.” most, he cast the python from him, as | - “ Zero, you fool!” “ Precisely 80, sar. morrow on de lake.” “Good news that.” “No chance ob de frost breaking dis side ob Christmas. De professor has offered a prize to be skated for, to-mor- row after twelve, by de young gentlemen ob dis school.” — Fine skating to- “Another cup for Joe: Manley, I sup- | Mr. Cuban giant, spite- snl suggested the ' fully. » ee cs : Pe A, en RES TE Se 6 en ae ee rs It was a. He heard its terri-— “On a large table in his room, aif covered with green baize,. he displays thirty cups, forty-five medals, and three big vases, with two handles. These are his trophies.” aie: “An’ dat’s jes why he am called the campus champion,” suggested Sambo. Alfonso looked up dreamily, and then interestedly. “Do you know, Snowball, if he is en- tered for this skating race? Is he to be one of the contestants? ” “Yes, sar; de list ob names is on de table in de hall, and I see de snake killer write his pater nimick,” * Patronymic, you mean, you idiot. You ought to go to school to a Hotten-, tot.” “Proud to say, sar, I’se hab a good eddication,” answered the negro, draw-. ing himself up with conscious dignity. — “So the snake story has got about already?” ; “For suah! It has got around like a band wagon, for Massa Standish tells it all ober. Massa Manley’s getting his name up mighty big.” “ Little I care!” with a scowl. - “Why you not lower de champion’s flag, massa? You might take him down a peg or two! Dat would be bully, see? You’s bigger dan he, and powerful strong, I guesses. You isn’t ’fraid, is you? ” “Caramba! Afraid of that left-hand- ed Yankee? Not a bit. He’s not my, equal in anything!” t | “Which am a fact,” said Sambo, “He's a low-down Yankee—dat he ist i He gib me a lick on de side of de head one day, and I hab not forgotten dat, you mi) bet! Golly, I tink de side ob a house My fall on me were he spatted me.” pie 4 | “I despise freaks of nature, and he is one,” and the Cuban assumed an air of disdain. a aie sn “™eber mind, sar! You kin sheer ‘ | down wid your, long. legs, _dt_y ju like, | dat’s dead sure.” stti‘~S ace tons “Can’t do it, my good fellow'” « = “"— “ How's dat, sar?” eo sh “TI don’t know how to skate, That is — Sf a part of my education which has been = altogether neglected. I can swim like ee - a fish, and dive like an otter, but I can’t skate,” ot “Dat am funny—berry funny, sarf Even de little chillun skate in dis coun-- try.” >. ae “In mine we have no ice; hence my) deficiency. But, see here, Sambo!” | “Yes, sar; I’se a listenin’!” : bass “How long is the skating course om — the lake?” j 3 “*Bout six miles, sar, right straight — ‘i bs along. Call it twelve miles out and =| ¢ home.” . te ¢ “Manley will skim over that like @ swallow, no doubt, eh?” ish La 4 gn you can gamble on dat, and win alk de time.” Loe “It strikes me there will be a flurry of snow before morning.” ~*~ — — %& “What makes you tink dat, sar?” e BS “Because my barometer is going — F oS down.” Te «What you call de bayrumoter, sar?” =| “Find out, you blazing donkey!” re- plied the Cuban. “It’s a waste of time — to talk to you.” . "dace Bon he oe “T’se a highly ’spectable man, sar!" — y : protested the sable citizen, and he walked toward the door, as if to leave the room, Diaz called him back. ae “Do you want to earn fifty dollars ‘ without much trouble?” he asked. iS eee “Dat is de kind ob cullud chief I is, Diaz. Show me de way, an’ I’se your man for any serap—I is!” ay | “Can I trust y wonder?” jee 1 ou, I
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“Wid your life an’ good name, sar, wen dar’s big money init. Dat’s me!” 7 ig Well, ” continued the Spaniard, stol- - idly, “all you have to do to-morrow morning, to gain this big money, as you call it, is to take an axe and break a hoie in the ice on the course, half a mile from the turning post. That’s sim- i ple enough, isn’t it?” . “Yes, sar; dat’s all hunk!” '- “Tt must be long enough and wide enough for a man to fall into; that or no pay.” “Dis chile takes de idea, persactly; I freezes to it—yah, yah!” . “And don’t you put any danger signal up, either.” “Yah, yah. Dat would be fool busi- ness, for suah. Dis chile don’t play fool dat way—no, sar!” “All right, Sambo. We understand each other, I guess. Keep it all to your- self, and J’ll have big fun while you have big money,” Sambo tapped his forehead in a wise manner, “T’se mum as &@ mummy, Mars’ Diaz,” he said. “Dar will be a big hole in de ice to-morrow, and it don’t matter to me who tumbles in.” Saying this, he left the apartment. ' CHAPTER VI. ACCIDENT TO PAT. During the night a slight fall of snow took place, as the Cuban had predicted. {t was only an inch thick, but this made it essential to sweep the course on the lake, and both Pat and Sambo set out early to do this work. — When they reached the spot which ‘was marked with a stake as the point for starting, Sambo produced a full flask, the sight of which made the Irishman’s mouth water and his eyes glisten. “Phwat-have you got there, naygur?” he asked, “A sample ob good old. Kentucky whisky, Irish, clar from Nelson Coun- ty!” Sambo replied. “Hand it over! ceremony, ebony!” eT may be off color, but I’se not ebony. But yar’s de nectar from Kaintuck,” and, the extended the pint flash. Pat lost no time in refreshing him- self, “You're unusually civil this mornin’, ambo,” he remarked. “Where did you catch on to your good luck?” “Dis chile feels sorter up in his spir- a its—dat’s why! But, we has got to pitch in, Irish. Suppose you begin to sweep here and I’ll go up to de top an’ sweep down, an’ meet you half way.” “Now you are talking! I don’t care about the long walk. Toddle right along, nigger!” ms “You was born lazy. I guesses dat runs in yer fambly seutcheon! ” “Ti’s insulting me ye are. Is it pining for a fight ye be?” _. “Not-to-day, Irish. I’se too, busy,” and the darky shouldered his broom and walked up the lake, The wind was blowing keenly from te northwest, and Pat began to sweep _ briskly to keep himself warm. ul at once he stopped and wiped the __-Pepypiration from his brow. ‘That naygur,” he muttered, “is up ’ same mischief, or he wouldn’t be so 1 __12,game mise It’s the first time I knew him to decline a tussle. I reckon oy Il follow him and find out what the f Amavery Oe ae: ny these: words he followed after ambo, 3 rn his head, and A Don’t stand upon \, eee yy +s Se Né “Ee ee = ae oF abe eee a a 2S a e ere The Left-Hand Athlete. “The ‘black thafe! asseverated Pat. The sun had now risen, and over the ice arose the mist of the evaporating snow, which rendered it difficult to dis- tinguish objects even at a short dis- tance. Pat had followed in Sambo’s footsteps, but these were soon lost, and the Irish- man wandered aimlessly about on the ice. Had the “nectar from Kaintuck” got into his head? An hour passed before the mist lifted at all; then came a spit of wind; the ice mist, for the moment, split apart, as it were, and showed him just where he was. The sound of blows on the ice came to his hearing. “What could it be?” he asked himself, The wind pushed the mist before it, and soon he saw Sambo, a short way off, chopping away at the ice with a heavy hatchet. Advancing over the now slippery sur- face of the lake, he started, when the wind almost wholly ceased, the mist banks closed again, and the haze was much denser than before. Pat was like a man groping his way in the dark, for he almost at once lost his bearings. “Sammy, me boy, where are you? For the love of the saints let me hear your gentle voice?” he called out. There was no response, but the be- wildered Irishman went onward—on until he fell, souse! into an ice hole and disappeared. Sambo was not far away, evidently, for, as the Celt dropped from sight the “cullud chief” was heard to laugh, while he exclaimed: “ Whar’s ye gwine to, Irish? Does you want to be food for fishes?” Pat’s head came to the surface, but the current’ which set through the lake was very sirong, d the chances were against him. “Save me!” he called out. powers, it’s drowning I am.” Sambo rendered prompt assistance, wad soon lifted him oak: on the sound ce Half. dead with cold and fright, the poor fellow was scarcely able to stand or walk. “Ye spalpeen!” he chattered, “ what ye after digging pits in the ice like that, for?” “Golly,” replied the darky, “it’s none of my doing! TI found that hole just as you see it, and nearly fell into it myself. Dis chile reckon somebody break de ice for de fish.” T’ll have him,” “Be the “Tt will make it dangerous for the skaters.” “ Leab’ it to me. rn fix it by altering de course a bit.” “That will be all right.” “What are you doing up this way, anyhow?” asked Sambo, gruffly. ‘‘It’s not your end to work on.” “T thought we would swape together bekase yez had a drop of the crathur wid ye.” . “Oh, dat’s de lay. ob de lan’, eh? Well, here’s flask, so take a guz, den git back where you ¢a rom.” “Tll have to go home I go any- where,” answered Pat ering. It was evident that he was in no condition to work. “That’s nice talking!” growled the negro. “ Dat means I shall hab to do de job myself.” “Holy St. BP ck! It’s spakin’ the trooth I am!” castinets as 1d his teeth rattled like 1e spoke, while his whole | frame shook rietently. i | tween them ore ie XS They were not far from the left-hand side of the lake. Here they saw the fire of two charcoal burners and the little wooden hut they lived in. Sambo really was very much put out by ihe. unwelcome appearance of the Irishman on that particular spot, for it might make his plans miscarry. If Pat should meet any. of the boys and tell them about the hole in the ice, they would avoid it, of course, and that would mean no fifty. dollars for him and no get- ting even with the “low-down Yankee.” “Say, Irish,” the wily African ex- claimed, “I see dat you’s ‘real bad.” “Tt’s no sham, be jabbers!” asseverat- ed Pat, “There’s the charcoal burners ober dar. See? Now, you jes’ drink up de rest ob de nectar, den go an’ warm up by de fire and hab a sleep to yourself in de hut.” : “That is sinsible advice. I'll take it. If I am enquired afther I'll thank you to tell what has happened me.’ “Don’t fret! You won’t be missed. Do you tink de show can’t go on widout you? ” Pat was too cold, ill, and miserable to make reply. At any other time he would have been ready for a ruction. Sambo led over the ice to the charcoal — burners’ hut, where they were hogy} tte. bly received. The whisky and the heat of the fire” soon make the Irishman sleepy, and though he was steaming wet, he sank into a sound slumber on some blankets in the hut. CHAPTER VII. — THE SKATING DISASTER. Thus rid of that drawback to his scheme, the’ darky went busily about the work of sweeping the track where any snow still remained, and by eleven o’clock he had finished the job, and the ice shone like glass in the sunshine. An enterprising caterer of local. re- nown had pitched a tent at the starting point, where he sold hot drinks and re- freshments of a more solid nature, for a big crowd would gather there, and @ thriving demand made on his stores. The hole had been left in the track, and so smooth seemed the path that a rushing oad would not be likely to see it at al Should Joe Manley, as was expected, lead the race, he would surely be a vic- tim to the Cuban’s scheme and the negro’s cunning. There was only one of his school fel- lows ai all likely to tie or beat the young prize winner, and that was Dick Garner, who was considered the best skater in the school, but Joe’s magnificent reach and splendid action was expected by the knowing ones to beat even him. There weré a dozen starters, | Dick Garner was very popular: every one y don! him, and his victory would give great pleasure, generally. (a a a A A TT ES EE ST EO A LSE AS ES TE SAREE 3 IT RS TT SE Br Feat) ¢ gaits In a long race like this, it was a case — of the survival of the fittest+that is to say, of the most enduring. — A large | aber of sp Sembled, an Pee pa start was e Garner d ed ae with the lea Left-Hand The rest followed in a straggling line. The school boys who were not in th ad as- go ph ? Joe Manley and Dick Garner. 800 far away in the lead. The race, | oF Joe close in his wake. » SH: Ne
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The Left-Hand Athlete, Joe was several yards ahead when he | current, and late in the afternoon the neared the trap which Sambo had pre- |} dead body of the unfortunate Dick Gar- pared. ner was recovered. In chopping the hole the negro had A deep gloom fell upon the school; the scattered the bits of ice right and left, | boys, the teachers, the community, all but one of these had frozen fast well | felt the presence of a distressful sorrow. back on the track. Against this unper- This was not lifted until after the ceived and unexpected obstruction Joe’s | funeral, which took place in a few days. right skate struck. His: impetus was so Then the boys began to recover their great that the skates cut a “figure | wonted spirits, and events resumed their eight,” and he toppled over on his side. | usual course. Y Before he could recover himself Dick Alfonso, as ever, pretended to be Joe Garner had shot by him like an arrow, | Manley’s admiring friend, and feelingly or . homeing pigeon nearing its cote,| congratulated him upon his narrow and so intent was he on his work, that | escape from that death-hole. he did not notice the rift in the ice. But, on the day of the tragedy, he Nor did he remark the presence, close | wrote to Paul Panton, in these words: y by of the Irishman, Pat, who having “J am sorry to inform you that our eee off the effect of his dip in the icy mutual aversion has foiled me again. e, recalled that spot of danger on the He escaped the snare I laid for him, and rethite course. The thought of it aroused i am ata loss to Know what toudo ext, him, and he made his way a8 well as he Will you come and see me or advise me could to the place. b i12” There he stood, his arm raised like the | °¥ ™@": warning on a signal post. The reply to the epistle was, “I will “Hi! look out” he shouted, hoarsely, | come down very soon.” as the skater approached. i Garner heard the cry, but too late; he could not stop or swerve aside; the tre- mendous pace at which he was going prevented that. SAMBO'S VOW. A second more and— | The Cuban was not disliked in the He had plunged into the fatal hole and | school. vanished from mortal ken! His lavish expenditure had made him The Irishman was too weak and fright- | many friends. Notably among these was ened to even speak. He stood there as | a tall young man named Engel, who was if dazed at the terrible tragedy. so thin that he resembled a weed run to ) When Dick Garner sank he did not | seed. rise again. The strong lake-current had Engel would do anything to serve Al- caught him and borne him with it, far | fonso Diaz. beneath the ice! “You will have to postpone your bi- Joe Manley was put out of the race | eyele ride,” he said to the Cuban as they wholly. He had badly twisted his ankle; | were out walking one morning. All trace but at once slipping off his skate he hob- | of the frost had disappeared, bled ahead to reach the fatal rift. There had been rain, the roads were ‘At that moment Sambo passed him, | muddy, but the wind was balmy. and rushing up to Pat, he demanded: “ Why so??’ asked Alfonso. “Who's gone down?” ‘“Young Garner,” was the reply. \ jhasn’t come up again. Faith! drowned.” CHAPTER VIL. “He | jastic life are coming off soon,” from he’s Engel. ae ” \ “Tf you say a word about me being va ee toacat” ‘up here dis morning’, I’ll knife you.” « 1 twaddle Sambo hissed rather than spoke his aaa bt Tntorest ‘ial ze ‘hoo wee vicious threat, at the same time display- in Havana.” i Alls right, naygur,” replied Pat, “Wh ee} , y, father thought a few months # oe neg it’s a bad go; ’'m dumb as an | 4+ american college life would polish oyster. eat? : ta “Keep so, or I’ 1] hab you a corpus wherever you are!” asserted Sambo, " -vengefully. Joe Manley now came up, and a crowd of others, and it was soon known that “Dick Garner had gone down in the break . in the ice. : “How did the hole come here?” asked Joe, earnestly. “Tam sure you do not require that.” “Do you think so?” “My dear fellow, you are a perfect gentleman in every way,” assured En- gel. The flattery pleased Alfonso. He liked praise. Removing a valuable ring from his finger, the Cuban presented it to the. | flatt rer. “That is the question,” said Fred. y a. “My God!” continued Joe. “If I had| ., Wear it,” he sal if -not gone a cropper over something on “I shall be robbing’you, was urged. the track, back there, I should have been Not in the, least, There are more where Garner is, poor fellow!” where that, came from.” | “"Thar’s been some one fish itis; sah!” | _Engel’s of sparkled with pleasure. Sambo remarked, “ dat’s a suah- cast Tt was in a handsome gift. % dis is a fishin’ hole.” “Thank you very much, I will keep “ gat guess that is it,” replied Left- Hand it for your sake, and I wish you all the luck you deserve in the two events I was going to tell you about. te “Oh, yes; ahead. I don’t suppose jit will interest me very much, but at the ‘same time I should like to hear.” “Tt surely will interest you. first place, Mr. Durand, the French fenc- ing master, is coming here to-night, and ‘all those in the school who have learned . | fencing are to compete’ a pair of sil- ver foils.” aS. j « Can ‘Yi be in that?” he iy _ “Certainly, if you: wish | aD idgyou's see any one phous here, Pat? we Loe The Bo bur eS as cropping 1 were SaePsir the ice was_ Ses emgh — Lae the dire “Two important efents in our scho- |" ‘can be given on the shins when two men r In the . ‘match, oy that ta trance fee is only five dollars, and any fellow in the school can go in for the prize, whether he has taken lessons or not.” Alfonso’s eyes sparkled. He prided himself on his skill as a swordsman. “T will enter,’ he decided, “ and with- out boasting,-I don’t think there is any one who can beat me.” .“ Are you a good hand at it?” “T am called an expert.” “Your rival, Joe Manley, has put his name down, and there are but half a doz- en others in the contest.” “ Count me in.” “The other event will take place Pera way kay morrow. A second eleven of Columbia he, es College is coming down here to play us att a@ game of football, and you are mene Ba tioned as half back, <i “T have no suis to taking that ON, a4 though I suppose Manley = be captain of our team.” “No, Carter is the captain: He's a heavy weight, but a good player.” “So is Manley, from all accounts.” “None better, but he won’t play on our side at all.” ; “That is curious.” Nae “Let me explain.” ae “T want to know,” and the Cuban quite dropped his usual apathy. “This is a friendly game,” continued Engel. ‘The Columbia men are all old. pupils of Dr. Cramer’s,” “Ts that so?” yee ie. “ They were prepared at this school for Columbia College, and they happen to be one man short of the eleven.” “That is strange.” ED ate at all, He was taken aati K, sick.” “What are they going to do without him?” “Joe Manley has volunteered to take his place.” “Th that case*he will play agaifist: us.” “ Most decidedly.” The Cuban laughed in a peculiar man ner, ny “JI do not know much of the game,” =. | he said, “ though I have played it, and I i am aware of the fact that a severe a: on meet.” we aa “That is what they call ‘bucking’ in the Rugby game,” observed Engel. _— “Do you play that or the Association §—— game? But it does not matter; whena | fellow runs ‘with the ball you can easily =| get a kick at him.” — Ua? “That will be your chance to make re ae Manley remember you, if you want to.” ee, & The Cuban’s eyes glistened. Me “You need not doubt that.” - “You hate him?” * Like poison.” _ “ Well, if it is worth anyt you ay pointers.” Bs i 4 “You\shall not find me tngratefy:” Engel evidently wanted to a ee ble. He did not like Manley, Joe to vindicate yourself, for Left-Hand. eal ig back.” : declare that you would run a mi fore two Americans like them.” had snubbed him considerably. = “Tt is about time you did something and his friend, Fred Standish, ar ways calling you down coking: “What do they say?” asked Alphonse “They term you a Cuban fraud, and t the, sight of a true-blue Spaniard.” © Carrajo! I would not run a yar be- _ He spoke bitterly—viciously. 3 _ “We had better begin with 4 ‘By all Lge “s We .
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{ a ee § I wil “You will challenge Manley this even- ing to pit himself against you?” “Yes, that must be arranged, and if I don’t—” - “Stop!” interrupted Engel. ing to tell you how to do so.” “Proceed! I am listening.” “ Each of you will have a second. Man- ley’s will be sure to be Fred Standish. act in the same capacity for you.” hat good will that do?” “Wait till I tell you. Here comes in one of the points I alluded to.” “T hope I shall be able to make use of it. ” “You will wear a mask of wire to protect your face and 1 doublet of leather | muttered. to save the body from being injured.” Lad Of course you will beat him, and I am go- a Oe aad c The Left-Hand Athlete. ered his head for his mode of attack—by butting—but the Irishman seemed to un- derstand that mode of warfare, so, by a quick kick on the negro’s shins he sent Sambo rolling on his back across the path toward the young men. The Cuban, with an inborn contempt for Sambo, despite the service the darky had rendered him, gave him a contempt- uous spurn with his foot. Sambo bounded to his feet in a mo- ment, now “mad all through,” seeing that all were apparently against him. He did not tarry, but hastened away, and as he went ominous words broke from his lips: “T’ll be revenged on de whole lot,” he “On dat Cuban, too! Tl make him feel dis chile’s spite, dat I “Bah!” said the Cuban, impatiently. | will! ” “Byvery child knows that. ” “Perhaps you don’t know what I am going to say next.” “How. should I when I have not heard? ”* “The point of the foil is sharp enough to pierce through the leather jerkin, but in fencing it is tipped with a button, but if the button gets off from the foil the h body will be pierced. See?” “When the button is properly fixed on it is not at all likely to come off.” Engel lowered his voice to a whisper. . “JT ean remove the button from your foil as I hand it to you,” he intimated. The Cuban grasped him by the hand. “Good! Very good! plan!” “Of course, if anything should happen to Manley it will be regarded as an ac- cident.” “ Quite so; it could not be otherwise.” They looked at one another and | laughed. The two conspirators retraced their me __ steps to the school, and to their surprise mbo-slose beh ind them. . ) had Froeaiy said; “Had he been listening? They did not - think so, for his face wore the look of seeming innocence and indifference. “Where are you off to, you ace of spades?” asked the Cuban. Sambo grinned as he answered: “ Jes’ gwine to fetch at lazy Irish Pat, dat Massa Cramer sent to post a letter two hours ago.’ “ What is he wanted for?” - “o help put de gymnasium right for fencing. Mounseer Durand is come for de fencing matches, and dis chile ain’t _ going: to do all the work by hisself.” That will be the ! CHAPTER VIII. THE CUBAN’S FOUL PLAY. Once within the big building, Sambo sought out Joe Manley and found him and Fred Standish practicing with the foils in the gymnasium. Drawing Joe to one side, he informed im that he had a secret of importance. “You’se got a very bad man for an en- emy, sah, and he’s going to do you to- night,” was Sambo’s information. “Speak out, Sambo. Who is the en- -emy and what is his game?” Left-Hand Joe demanded to know. “Massa Diaz is de man dat’s layin’ fer you, Massa Joe. I heard him say dat | to-night he would fence wid you; dat | de button would come off de foil, and he stick you like a pig.” “Oh, that is the Spaniard’s new game, is it? Well, I am glad you have told me, I shall be on my guard,” “ He’s sure to do it, sah; he try to kill you once before.” “Ha! when was that?” If you tink de hole in de ice warveut by de lrishman, you is bery much mis- taken. Dat Cuban knows what he’s about. Yah! yah! and showing his ivory white teeth, Sambo retired. — “What's the nigger up to?” asked Fred. Ys He has given me information about a new plot,” replied Joe. “ Anything serious? ’”’. “Alfonso is going to fence with me | to-night, using a buttonless foil, and if I don’t look out I shall be wounded. a “Don’t fence with him, then,” suggest- d Fred, “ Yes, I will. A double-breasted jack- et will protect me, and you will see how At that moment Pat was seen coming | | will baffle and expose him, the scoun- round the corner of the big building, in | gye, an unsteady gait which showed that he | phim!” had been imbibing too freely. for such I now begin to believe “Tll watch the second while you at- ‘The two conspirators stepped aside to | tend to the principal, for both must be 4 kage the fun which er. thought would | in such a scheme,” of Phwat ‘Dustness is it at yours?” was e retort. — xv “Don’t be nai. is dey lay yeu out in pate biggerary as up again in a moment. er ye want, I will ac- ate ti further — orders, be ee | one Sey, Trish, “whar you. ‘been to git dat Lett- Sand Jeo “YJoad? 4 Sambo demanded, ; down: ihe went! ; - No- more was said about the affair, but Scarcely a vas ren specta- on est with the much interest. s tors were presen foils. “The champions were well matched to all appearances, _./'They saluted; then crossed blades For a see yt there wi pretty sword play on both sides, ee either of thee, sees a point ; = “Well, I my best to bea r é At length the Cuban lunged en carte, and his foil became deeply embedded in his opponent’s jacket! So firmly did it stick fast that Al- fonso could not or did not withdraw it. ’ Durand stepped forward; he seized the foil and pushed the Cuban back. “Mon Dieu! ” he cried, “ there is some- thing wrong! Ze button shall come oif ze foil! ” ¢ Fred Standish had not been an idle observer. He had seen Engel touch the tip of the foil as he handed it to Alphonso, and, as the fellow had had no opportunity to throw the button away, if he had re- moved it Fred knew that it must still be in Engel’s left hand. Instantly he seized that hand, and forcing it open, displayed the missing button hidden in the palm. “ Here it is!” he exclaimed. removed for a purpose.” To the relief of every one, Joe un- did his doublet and showed that he was unhurt. The Cuban endeavored to explain and apologize, but no one would listen to tg It was well known that for some un- known reason there was enmity between him and Manley, though that the Span- iard really meant to seriously injure his antagonist no one would believe. Diaz and his second retired from the room in disgrace, their departure being marked with hisses, while Joe was over- whelmed with congratulations on his es- cape. “You managed that badly. Why didn’t you throw the button away?” demanded the Cuban as the two entered his room. _, “T hadn’t the chance. Standish had‘ his eye on me like a lynx all the time,’ replied Engel. “Do you think they suspected some- ? ” “T am sure they did: Tr think that nigger Sambo must have overheard some “Tt was of our talk and told Joe Manley or Fred about it; but don’t let us worry over that. We must show those two sharpers what we can do on the football field to~- morrow. I’m not to be beaten by Fred Standish, and you must not be beaten by Joe “Manley, It is war to the knife now.” “Well, Engel, I say war to the knife, too!” and the Cuban’s eyes gleamed ven- omously. a Engel produced from his pocket a toe- - cap. It was of copper, but was covered with fine leather, and would a any boot of ordinary size. “Asking Diaz to» old an his right leg, he fitted the cap on to his heavy lace shee in a manner that rendered it almost imperceptible. “What is this machine for?” asked the Spaniard. “JT had them made for economy sake to preserve the toe of the shoe from wear out on the rough roads,” explained Engel, “but you will find the cap good enough to break Left-Hand Joe’s leg with when you co in contact with him to-mor- row, that is sure.” ‘If that is found nless foil, I shall g t tain.” | a “Pshaw! © is to find ou ? st take the risk, a1 mu t the Columbia boy morrow, for that is what we ar game for, yh?” Re tS “ Just i in the game to win! Bates 4 ike the but-— ouble, for
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‘The Left-Hand Athlete, to me. We do not use them much in Cuba.” “Do not, eh? there? ”’ “That may have something to do with it, but they don’t appeal to a Cuban's imagination, or fancy, or taste. A man on a wheel is a strange combination of horse and rider,” Alfonso answered. “T thought that you would get civil- ized before you had been here long,” Joe suggested, rather ironically. “Don’t flatter yourself, my dear fel- low, as to the superiority of your civ- ilization, as you call it.” “T’m not going to; it is not flattery, but fact.” “Oh, is it? Well, as a,Cuban, I as- gert that I can do anything thas an American can do.” “Can you, indeed?” saliMically. “Tell me one thing that I can’t or daren’t do!” he exclaimed. “Well, for one thing, you dare not ride from here to Northport in a convict suit,” suggested Joe, banteringly. “Pah! what is that? Any one can do that!” and the Cuban laughed de- risively. ‘‘As we almost always mas- querade at balls in Cuba, why not do so on the high road on a bicycle?” “T will bet you fifty dollars you don’t dare do it!” “Done! I'll cover that bet! “To-morrow at twelve o’clock I will start. You must provide the suit.” “That can be readily prepared or pro- cured at a costumer’s. You shall have it in time, if you really mean to make the trial.” “Mean it? Didn’t I say I would do it? That means I’ll win your money! ” When Joe and Fred Standish were alone together the latter inquired why his friend had made such a strange wager. “Just _to have some fun out of the boaster,” Joe answered. “ The came tists my head yesterday when I was out walking. Along the fences and dead walls I saw a printed notice to this effect: “* POLICE HEADQUARTERS. ‘*“ NOTICE. « «$50 Reward. ‘ Whereas, A convict named Bill Batt sed escaped from the Penitentiary, stealing the Warden’s bicycle, he is supposed to be hiding in the woods. “ up and got off his wheel. +a “What do you want?” he demanded. “Where did you come from?” asked = > one. “That’s what we want to know,” add- ed the other. “In what way does my business con- eS cern you?” he demanded. “This is a public road, and I am riding on it.” yi “You are the man!” Boe | “TJ don’t understand.” “Oh, don’t you, Mister Bill Batt?” was the rejoinder ‘“ You are caught, and you will have to come with us.’ The Cuban’s eyes flashed fiercely. Dropping his machine and advancing, he hit out right and left, and in the fight which ensued the two got decided- | ly the worst of it. je He tipped them over like ninepins, | and after two or three rises they lay | on their backs completely used up. lace, Diaz had not escaped without some | slight injuries, but he remounted and 4 spun away, supposing that he really bed been.-beset by highwaymen., ning When nearing Jamaica he donned his overcoat, and halted at a hotel for TGs. tee freshment and rest. i But sharp observers were there, at the. | bar, when he entered, having left his | machine leaning against the wall out-— side. : They eyed him curiously, for there yet | was blood on his face, showing that ine had been in an affray. a The loungers began to whisper to one another, and, not pleased at such scrut~ | iny, he moved away, to the door to make — another start. “Here!” exclaimed one of the men, “don’t be in such a hurry. Show us ie what you have got under your coat.” \ ae? The Cuban laughed. 4 “Qh! that is nothing. I am riding for a wager,” he explained. ee “ You’ve got convict’s dress on. Where did you steal the bike?” “Don’t be insolent to me, or you will regret it.” ; “Not I! You’re Bill Batt,.or whom — there is a reward, and I mean to nail xe you. ” Bill Batt again! Who was Bill Batt? It was clearly a case of mistaken iden- tity. “Let me pass, or you will be sorr. it,’ the wheelman cried. “I am known in Flushing.” "a “And in Kings county jail, t09, guess,’’ was the retort. “Stand back, you loafers! Don’t bar my way, I warn you!” “Hold up your hands and surrender, Bill Batt.” 5) “T’ll batt you,” cried the Cuban, and | : 4 he “squared off” to fight his way out. eS Not an easy task, but he did not ° One man dashed | this ay,
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“that, and after a free give and take, Diaz ‘got outside. 4} Then to mount his bike and dash betas was but the work of a moment. } In the struggle his overcoat had been torn from his back, and he was again a full-fledged convict! The people in the street howled at him, . but he speeded the machine and was soon,.out of sight, “ Bill Batt!” rang in his ear. i Stones had been thrown and sghots J fired at him. If it had not been for the bet and his costume he would have turned back and taken a train home. CHAPTER X. JOE’S FIGHT WITH A BEAR. z Everything comes to an end in time, ©) and so did his journey. | The hospitable town of Northport hove > edn sight. mi Outside the leading hotel a large crowd had collected. Among them were a squad of six police- - men, and foremost in the throng were Joe Manley and Fred Standish! They had industriously circulated the -} mews. that, from private information | which they had, Bill Batt, the escaped eG convict, would arrive at about two Ben o’clock, and further stated that Batt in- tended to brazen the thing out; he might assert that he was riding a wheel in prison dress for a bet—that he was “2 a gentleman, well connected, and not a -/) criminal. Thus had the jokers prepared for | Alfonso’s arrival, and that the arrogant uF - Cuban did not anticipate such a recep- tion as that which awaited him may well { be surmised. er An Italian with a performing bear | ‘was reaping a rich harvest of nickels, >} ‘when, » and weary, Diaz came up. et A Youd yel Sita tuadaneberytettte; at his appearance. » |. “That's him!” eried one. | -.“* Bill, Batt, for a dollar!” averred an-. ae - other. : 4 “Seize him!” shouted a third. | he Cuban stopped and got off his machine. is What did this demonstration mean? , Ba He could not make it out, at all, and | Was greatly puzzled. As soon as he alighted he was grasped : by two of the men in blue, while others 9 stood over him with brandished clubs. | “Railroad the burglar!” exclaimed a 2 bystander. | “Send him up for life,” shouted an- : ~ other. “Our lives and property are not | safe while such fellows are about.” | ‘The Spaniard became furious. me “What on ‘earth are you men duing?” “You are the escaped convict, Bill att, from Kings county penitentiary,” ee Our information is beyond doubt, You are my, prisoner. _ the name of the law.” oa Which you will be roe Lg entleman from Cuba.’ I am Hell Gate?” a ” cried Alfonso, “I am a pupil Sea View Academy, Flushing, and = on ‘at won’t work! We know bet- Come to the lock-up.” will make you pay for this, officer! softly, Bill Batt,’ warned the po- ee: proud Spaniard, to his great wl was going ta be anal off I arrest you, in. ue ' oftHand Athlete ienombioualy. to the lock-up, he espied Joe and Fred. . The boys could not help grinning at his awkward and unpleasant predica- ment. It was a “ big one” on him. “Look!” exclaimed Diaz, eagerly. “There are two friends of mine. We are pupils together at Sea View Acad- emy.” “That remains to be proved.” Turning to Joe, the officer continued: “Do you know this fellow, sir?” “No. I never saw him before in my life,’ answered Joe, coolly. “Then you cannot corroborate his as- sertion? ” “Certainly not.” This settled the matter. “March!” exclaimed the officer. “Grand Dios!” muttered the Islander. “What is the world coming to? If this is a joke, it is a pretty rough one.” He was hurried off to the station house, in spite of his protestations, and there placed in a cell, where, of course, he fretted like a caged panther. Meanwhile, Joe and Fred were intense- ly amused; their trick had succeeded beyond their most sanguine anticipa- tions. “What are you going to do now?” inquired Fred. “Let him take his chances,” answered the athlete. “And leave-him in durance vile?” “Why not?. Hasn’t he treated me to too many doses of his insolence? All his pretended friendship is canting hum- bug, as I very well know; so let him wriggle! ” “Well, he will soon get out)” “Of course. <All he has to do is to wire to Mr. Crammer, who will send Mr. Terror, the second master, here to identify and liberate him.” “That is so; therefore, ” let us have Some dinner,” suggested Fred, The crowd, satisfied by the ¢apture ‘of the supposed Bill Batt, was beginning to disperse. The bear and its keeper had ceased to attract, and Bruin was restless and in bad humor, made evident by the gleam in his usually dull eyes. With a sudden jerk she snatched the cha from his leader’s hand and was ree. . Joe Manley, at the moment, was pass- ng. “Stoppa ma beara!” yelled the Italian, appealing to him. “T’m not bear-hunting to-day, thank He a was the reminder from the ath- e. The bear, however, was man-hunting, for at once he made a spring at Joe and clasped him round the chest with his brawny paws. The wildest PRS prevailed. Some stood by to look on; others ran away to a safe distance. Joe found the bear’s hug was as bad as that of the anaconda, and with the ‘greatest difficulty he\ released his for- midable left arm. Then the athlete delivered several sledge-hammer s, which made Bruin shake his head, but not to release his hold. Rather it made the beast hug all the closer and fiercer. a Joe was losing his breath every mo- ment, but now, with a desperate effort, he tore the bear’s paws asunder and was free. Then retreating a few steps, that terri- ble left hand was brought into practice again, and with one crushing, tremen- dous hit he broke the brute’s jaw! This caused Bruin to roll on the ground, in real agony. * “Ma beara! ’™sobbed the Italian; **-who paya me?” “Not I! You should look after him better,” replied Joe. “Paya me! Feefty dolla!” “Not a red cent! I should have you arrested for having such a beast in your keeping, so you had better make your- self scarce.” Saying this, Joe took Fred’s arm and | went into the hotel, where they, had dinner. CHAPTER XI. JOB LEAVES THE SCHOOL. It was dark when they arrived at the school. They were informed that the Cuban had come back before them. As they had imagined, he had tele- graphed, and Mr. Terror, the second master, had gone to Northport at once, and his appearance soon put matters right and got him out of the scrape. But he had made a complaint, and Joe was told that Mr. Crammer wanted to see him at once. Left-Handed Joe wondered why on earth the Principal wanted to “ carpet him,” as the boys called an interview with Mr. Crammer in his private study. Pat conducted him to the room in which Mr. Crammer spent most of his- time when not in the recitation TOOM. “What's the matter with the boss? he asked. “You've got an enemy in this house, sorr,” replied the Irishman. “Well I know it.” “Thin, bedad, it is no use for me to mintion his name.” “Not in the least. Diaz?” “Thats the man, Don’t breathe a word, but,I’ve heard more than you J think. for, ” c ‘ a stopped short in the middle of the “Speak out,” he commanded. “T don’t want to, sorr.” “What do you know?” cried Joe, per- | emptorily. “Speak out or I will hammer the life out of you!” “Holy Vargin!”’ “Stop that! but not enough.” “Well, sorr, I’ll confess that it has come to my knowledge that Signor Diaz is your deadly foe, and from what I have heard, Sambo dug the hole in the ice. “As I suspecte “Tt was meself that saw him do it.” ““ At the Cuban’s suggestion, I under- Stand. My life is not safe. But, can you tell me why Mr. Crammer wishes to see me?” *“Diaz has made a complaint, your honor.” “What about?” “That queer ride to gave the Cuban.” ; “Ts he disturbed over it?” “Hopping mad’s' the Sorth pol’ al word. for it—publicly disgraced.” “ All right!” said Joe. “I am much: obliged: to you, Pat, for your informa- Zs tion.” “T’m rale plased to serve a gin born like yerself,” answered Pat. — Joe had learned-all he wanted. Spa the Principal’s sie ne’? sete Going to knocked, and hearing the “Come!” he entered. Mr. Crammer was seated at a table. To his surprise Joe saw that + en Pant You refer to Mr. . You have said a little, . He swears that he will have you punished
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P10 sure to follow. “You requested my presence here, sir,” | to. at that moment—every inch a soldier and | him.” an athlete, born and bred. “Yes,” replied Mr. Crammer; “you | to leave the school?” have been playing a practical joke upon “Certainly I have.” Senor Diaz.” “T admit it, frankly,” “This kind ‘of thing tends to bring my academy into notoriety which amounts to disgrace,” severely from the “ Prox.” | Pa “T cannot see it in that light.” “You will have to, if you listen to| reason.” Joe looked at him unflinchingly. good enough to say what you want,” and he sat down facing the two. “The trick you played on Alfonso Diaz te.” is not at all creditable to you. I dis- | acre ie iagag hnebeate ‘approve of such conduct. He has made a complaint and I am bound to take they walked on, side by side- urged the secretary. (“What do you intend to do?” _ reputable old school, I cannot ignore it.” “Well, doctor, what is your decision— | provided. what is to be the penalty?” This, q house for the remainder of the term.” Joe could not help smiling. R “With all due respect to you, sir,” he | returned, “I must decline your proposi- | 2¢ did, without hesitation. tion.” “You refuse to obey my orders?” “Just that, doctor. I will spare you 1 further responsibility or trouble, for in half an hour I shall have packed up and left Seaview.” This declaration astounded the Prin- cipal. He had not expected such inde- , _ other. pendence, nor such a loss to his school. | a Carelessly he arose and walked toward Academy? » the door. ; at, Stay, rash boy!” cried Doctor Cram- | | for more reasons than one.’ mer. “No, sir!” replied Joe. asked. thing myself.” doctor!” and the door closed behind him. , avowed the good fellow. CHAP LR XIL. be, if that really is your wish. BOUND FOR A SEA VOYAGE. the Principal. “ You represent his guar- dian, do you not?” “ Assuredly I do.” “In that case you must have some in- | fluence or authority over him.” “Such as I have I will use.” i nd so, I pray, and I hope with a good “knowledge or consent.” result.” Paul Panton overtook Joe in the hall, i ode he nad paused to speak with the ips pontentiousl. fiche wed. rishman. idea? To ship as a sailor?” let himself out of the front door, stoop did Panton venture to address him. jp my presence.” For some reason Panton was not de-| «py al] means,” assented P sirous of speaking to him in the house. pave no regard for him. 4 a der, when the young athlete turned up- tioned just now.” on his guardian’s secretary. “Can I talk to you, Joe?” asked Mr. | tention. Panton. “With pleasure, sir.” _ “TI thought you would not refuse me, as I have always been your friend.” “TY know nothing to the contrary.” | for _ “Mr. Cramer has wired to your guar- gtri Mr. Hardy, stating that there was — troubl the gee and eroesiag I can be of use to you in this fix.” See?” Gn The Left-Hand Al En lete. = chief; whenever he appeared trouble was | Diaz. He is a treacherous Reuss. and I have not given him half what I mean If he crosses my path again I will from Joe Manley, and manly he looked | pay up the full score I have against “Have you really made up your mind “Come back to the city with me,” “That will not suit me at present.” “Take a sea voyage, perhaps, for the benefit of my health,” with a light laugh. “Let us talk the matter over,” said Mr. Panton sé@tiously. ‘I will be your “Be friend and guide if you will allow me.’ / _“ Very well; come to the hotel and have supper with me. I will stay there Paul Panton expressed his thanks, and At the hotel a cozy private room was ‘cognizance of it, as Principal of this. given to them, and supper was speedily In the middle of the meal the waiter announced that Joe’s trunk had arrived. You must be confined to the | | At the same time Fred Standish walked Be He was, of course, invited to sit down and make himself at home, which ““What’s all the fuss about?” It did not take Joe long to tell him. “Do you blame me?” he asked. “No; I should have done the same “Tt’s\ a go wrk time,” declared the “Shall you ae" return to Seaview “Never! I want to get away from it “Tf that is the case, you must take “I have the me with you. We are chums, and» ean- pleasure of wishing. you good “evening, not be parted, unless you say the word, " “There is no reason why we should I’ve de- meth on BONS Nace tite real sea cruise, F so if- tick together I dare sa “Go after him, Mr. Panton!” ordered | we'll’ evel ay Ae of pes out of it.” r, “ And work for a living, is that your “Yes, we will have to work, I sup- pose, for want of money, as I don’t sup- pose my guardian will give me any, since I have left the school without his “Not a penny!” assured Paul Pan- “T know him too well; he isa, strict” “Pack my trunk, and hurry up with it ipl he y K le} The fowler had spread hi = and to the hotel. Tell Mr, Standish where we inarian—an » upright, er ai | caught his mast Pe id ae I am going,” he gave orders. et : hi al | ed ag “ Yis, sorr; I will do it in double quick vein? ft + lt ney 5 ‘boouti ita x: aS tive time.” | "Of him I know but little,” declared] ; CHAPTER XII. 4 - Putting on his overcoat and hat, Joe Panton. « FIRST sie ON BOARD. “And I know a good deal, enough to Not until Joe was at the bottom of the request that his name is not mentioned want 5 He touched him gently on the shoul- ‘talk to you upon the subject you men- The two mates regarded nim with at- “ Boys,” with a fatherly air, wa think “Don’t be modest, sir,” answered Joe, # ‘We are taking all the help we can get | his venture ‘for adventure. It is a for fun, for excitement, for any- thing wa will keep the pot poting: ; I see, and I am pl a at 7 ke ‘It it is real ccckeme eme ves adventure with a little danger you wan ot I can put you in the way of just the very thing. But, boys, it must be a dead secret, for it is contraband—against the law.” “We will not breathe a word to any- body, of course, even if we do riot freeze to your idea,” assured Joe. “ Now, what is the scheme?” “4 “Well, it is to cruise on a craft given | to smuggling—to running the gantlet + of the revenue of:icers, and, when in close quarters, haviny to fight your way out. It is a right jolly life, with a right jolly crew, and sometimes has big money in it. So, that is the scheme. How does it strike you?” “T’'m in it,’.from Joe, “if it is fun,. excitement, and prize money.” “So am I,” from Fred, “if it don’t. get us into the lockup.” / : “Oh, no fear of that. Plenty of people, even on our first-class steamers—first- class people, too—smuggle everything: they can, diamonds, laces, dresses, jew- elry, art works—everything they can. They are at it all the time, so there is no particular crime in it. It is only dodging the Customs officers to save. paying the Government’s exorbitant duties—merely enforcing free trade,” urged the wily Paul, insinuatingly. _ Then to prevent further questioning, or perhaps argument, he proceeded to explain that the vessel on which they would ship was then near at hand—out in the Sound off Flushing Harbor, in fact—which was a surprise to the boys.» “When can we go on board?” as Joe. “J will arrange it for to-morrow morn- ing. You shall mess with the captain,,. | whom I expect to meet here to-night. “ Bravo! ” cried Joe. “That is good Iuck,” added Fred. Mr. Panton turther stated that the smugéler’s ship was mamed “Fly | Night,” and was, in reality, the property of Mr. Hardy: Her eaptain’ s name Was Brooks. B Mr. Hardy had told Paul Panton to y order Captain Brooks to proceed to Atlan- | tie City, where their amenig owls be waiting for him. Captain ooks was |] due at the hotel wa time during that — evening. Once on board the ‘ly by Night” Captain Brooks, of course, would have | the boys completely i: his power. That {| was the happy chance for which the | _Wily secretary had beeh waiting; now — ‘@ lucky fate had seemingly placed Joe Manley right in his power! : he At ten o’clock Captain Brooks arrived The two school insubordinates introduced to him by Panton, plained their wishes and plans e away from school life. — This pleased the captain, | smiled approving]: -at the boys’ aecis “You may have a little excitemen board my ship, gentlemen, % jos oly, “That is what we are go ng with you for,” admitted the yoati ete te “You'll have to work lively f -grub., We have no accommodat: . mere passengers, you understand. cargo, at this yet of he “ F.
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“Only what we have read.” “Then that’s too little salt for the chowder,” said the captain wth a broad ~ grin. “Oh, that will be all right,” asserted Panton. “They'll be comfortable, and you will treat them not as common sail- ors, but as friends of mine.” “He ought to,” intimated Joe, “ con- sidering I am Mr. Hardy’s nephew and he is the owner of the ship.” , “Oh, we shan’t fall out,” replied Cap- tain Brooks. “You seem well ‘made and shipshape. You will have to shin up the shrouds and keep watch.” “Yes, sir; of course—do our share of -duty. That is understood. _. “Jn return for which you will have a 3 jolly sea skit, and get your pork and |- deans.” ay “ That will do for us,” said Joe, “ We Are not crazed for a life on the ocean wave; far from it. I have a fortune com- } ing to me, so there is no necessity for me to adopt any profession or to drop into the forecastle as a scrub-deck sailor.” “Yes, I understand, boys. You ship to have a good outing. You shall have it. + he work will be easy, and I'll make it + mighty lively at times, and you'll see life you never saw before.” This pleased the boys. greatly, 4) when they “turned in” that night, ‘) sleeping in the same room, they had visions of a glorious adventure to make NE ie SS and i them, happy. a a ene Panton and Captain Brooks were os together, each with a punch bow! “a7 itron them, for further conference, as we shall see. “Going aboard to-night?” asked Pan- on. tt Pk) I know it. This is a Sous . 3 “ Good pet ane You are Ph _ Welcome.” Pee TR ge m easy road, I tell you, in this ; | room, “when you think what a stormy rl cy ‘ ‘night it is outside.” >» | “All the better. I wish to talk to you.” a oe - “ Sail in. Seuppers are open.’ ‘ 5 BS “Here are your instructions for the S | agents in Philadelphia, who will meet t |, you at Atlantic City,” handing the cap- ain a packet which he put in his pocket. _“ Anything else?” he queried, | “Yes, fill up your glass and make yourself at home.” s Brooks did so without demur. “Did you note well that tall athletic _ young fellow, Joe Manley?” “Yes, of course. He’s a chap to take ~ note of, anywhere; but I think we have 'a fellow on board the ‘Fly By Night’ who can knock spots out of him if they should have a falling out.” “Describe your man.” 4, _“ He’s about the same holeht as this miley, perhaps somewhat stouter in 1d; with muscles like steel wire. He's. ; raight ‘as a pine tree and ean knock le with his fist in a one-inch plank.” him.” at ain’t likely. No one can do that, may s my reckoning. Why do you. a>, “Manley is a trained athlete, with a record. He is left-handed, which im a tremendous advantage over haatan ” ’ eam a It a ho “Pretty good that, but . Manley. can | cently broke the. FT od \ The Left-Hand Athlete. back of a constrictor snake and smashed the jaw of a grizzly bear.” “Oh, did he? Well, I’ll match my fore- | top hand, Borsen, "against your left- handed athlete, as you call him. He hails from Norway, and knows his busi- ness, or I’m a Jubber! He’s always in for fun and never runs—not he! ” Panton rubbed his hands with glee. “You have struck the keynote! Oh, if we can only make things work there is a big thing in store for us! ” “ Ahoy, there! What is in the wind?” demanded the skipper, now keenly in- terested. “Why, this is in the wind. A rich re- ward shail be yours if you can make .your Norwegian knock overboard Left- Handed Joe, as he is called.” “Ho, ho! That’s the way the tide runs, eh?” and the captain looked se- rious. “How much is in asked. “Any sum you like to mention in rea- son, if the job is well done, so that no questions can be asked. “Say, a thousand dollars and consid- er the thing done,” proposed the cap- tain, after a moment’s thought. f Captain Brooks received an assurance that he should have that amount, and thus Joe Manley was in for another at- tempt to put him out of the way. In the morning after breakfast Joe and Fred took leave of Mr. Panton and accompanied Captain Brooks to the Fly By Night, which was lying in the Sound close to the town, They went on board in a small boat in waiting for the ca tain, and were invited into the cabin have an early lunch. While this was go- ing on sail was set and the vessel made her. way through East River and New York Bay into the Atlantic. In the afternoon the wind fell an Fly By Night was totally beealme a sandy low lying shore. it for me?” he The boys had plenty of time to make | the acquaintanee of the crew—a half a dozen in number, and prominent among them being the young Norwegian, Bor- sen, This man was not friendly from the start, and regarded the. other with hos- tile looks. Borsen really had been spoken to by Captain Brooks and had been told -not to put up with any nonsense from Left- Handed Joe, and also intimated that if he threw the young collegian overboard in the dark no notice would be taken of it. They were put in the same watch, which began at midnight. When this was announced, the boys “turned in” ere until it was Joe’s “trick” on eck, | “T gay, Joe, all now seems clear sail- ing, but I’ve got something to say,” re- ‘and that is—beware my marked Fred, the Norwegian! vid ‘i don’t see what I have to fear from > eyes you strangely, that I plainly eep on your guard,” we bank you for the hint. I will not fail fo do so.” As th wind had now freshened and the vessel went bounding on her way down coast the sailor amateurs dropped off into sleep. CHAPTER XIV. THROWN OVERBOARD. ‘Left-Handed Joe was roused froin his | slumber by the << pipe “2 og eyes | op ' sagen {Aorta bap ring he drew an or- ghowed that he was nettled. oe He tumbled out of his bunk, put on his clothes, and scrambled on deck. There was no moon, but the stars were shining brightly. The air was frosty, striking a chill to Joe’s bones. He felt that a brisk walk up and down the deck would do him good. The Norwegian had turned out before him. “ What cheer, my ht2ariy?” said Bor- | sen. ‘“‘Have you found your sea legs yet?” he asked. “JT was a bit rocky at first, but that has passed off,” answered Joe, and I am in good trim for fun or duty. “They tell me you are an athlete—a college champion. What can you do?” “ Whoever told you so must have made a mistake,” retorted Joe, smiling. “‘ Why I might run at the sight of a mouse.” “Ts that so?” and the Norwegiam consider me a mouse; let me see yee run.” The Norwegian, too thick-headed to understand a joke, resented Joe’s ban- ter, and was in fighting mood on the moment, as Joe of course observed, whereupon he quietly remarked: “My dear fellow, we do not like one another, but unfortunately we have to walk this deck in company.” “Tt is part of our duty,” replied Bor- sen. “Is there any reason why we should fight over it?’ “Not that I can see if you hold your American tengue: I want no Yankee slack.” “Oh, indeed? Well, my tongue is for use, and if my remarks do not please you, walk right away, my hearty!” and Joe’s demeanor was not conciliatory The Norwegian treated this as a chal- lenge, and at once took the initiative by jogging Joe rudely witn his elbow, shov- ing him up against the mainmast. Joe colored up to the eyes and ears with rage. “See,” he cried. “Do you know who ‘you are playing with?’ ce A mouse, you called yourself,” re- plied ch Norwegian tauntingly,- baa 0) 0 8 show me what you can do,” and he “squared away ” in full fighting attitude, “Oh, if that is the exercise ’'m your man! and the collegiun confronted the uly, They lunged at one another, striking ? a few blows—each feeling the other’s reach and strength. ; The Norwegian pei dearoned’ to clinch, as he dreaded Joe’s famous left arm, of which he had been fully informed by Captain Brooks. Seeing his tactics Joe lightly sprang. backward, then hit out with his teft. The bl - landed under | the right ear, with stunning force. 2 Borsen, like a man who hat been sud- denly stricken with paralysis, dropped to the deck and with a low moan rolled to the scuppers, where he lay insensible — and motionless. Joe did not take any further notice of him, but walked up and down with a raf ‘gleam of satisfaction in his eye. It, was fully half an hour before Bor- a ey sen recovered his senses. Joe then was leaning over the bine oe nacle talking to the man at the w heel, who had neither seen nor heard What . had occurred. ‘The Norwegian got up, rubbed aa ear, shook” himself, and muttering - a true dina e from his be t Se rio ; *Then,-
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Wl Joe turned quickly. . “This is the way I fight,” cried Bor- sen, with the face of a maddened bear showing his teeth. Joe instantly whipped out his revolver, ‘but the other did not pause; he rushed forward to stab the American. , Then came the sharp crack of a pistol ‘and a yell from Borsen’s livid lips. He had been hard hit in the right arm, which hung limp and powerless by his side. slis knife dropped from his palsied hand and rattled on the deck. “Ourse you!” snarled the Northman; “you've got the best of me! ” , “As I will have every time you inter- fere with me,” retorted Joe. The steersman now asked Joe to take the wheel waile he attended to his mess- mate. . Stripping up and cutting the shirt. arm he deftly bound up the hurt with some rags he had in a locker. It did not take him long to go through this performance. ~« Shall I help you below?” he asked. r “I guess so. I’m not much use here; ‘but so help me! I will make this a sick Shot for yon Yankee upstart! ” he threat- ened. ; “Mind I don’t give it you in the neck mext time,’’ Jce warned. The Norwegian was led away, uttering precations, not loud but deep, for it ‘was certain it would be some time before the big bruiser would be able to leave his berth, and longer still before he could recover the use of his arm. _ Presently Joe was relieved by the thelmsman, “T have made a report to the skipper,” the man advised. * What did he seem to think of it?” “That no blame could attach to you. He will be on deck directly and you can talk to him yourseli. In a short time Captain Brooks made his appearance, and seemed to be much annoyed at Borsen’s conduct, but really was considering how to carry out his scheine to earn Panton’s money by get- ting rid of the collegian. “JT am very sorry that fellow attacked you as he did,” Captain Brooks re- marked. “Jt does not matter,” assured Joe. “The cuss is always seeking a muss ‘with somebody, and I am glad you have } taught him a lesson.” “T hate to draw my n on any one, but in this instance I had to do so.” “Of course there was nothing else open to you,” replied the captain. “ Your escape was a lucky one, for, he certainly would have knifed you. ” The captain returned to the com- panionway, and to all appearances de- scended, but, in reality, he paused on the steps, as if to plan and be ready for fur- ther action, for that, he felt, was the t time and opportunity to act. Joe walked up and down the deck See moodily. His watch extended from fore- caste to uimnacle. The wind was now whistling shrilly | eres through the rigging, and the sea was alight, fore and aft, with a Dhoeplimr pe cent foam. As this coruscated in the statlight it was indescribably beautiful, and Joe, go- ; well forward, leaned over the rail in ‘musing mood. te In the distance he discerned the head- ! ight of a large steamer, heading north © by. northeast, up the coast. eae ae did not bsp: hae OL The Let-Hand 5 Seem a A eet | SESS man stealthily approaching from the aft, like a thief in the night. It was Captain Brooks. What was his purpose? That was not long in doubt. Keeping the mainmast between him and the meditating Joe, he stood by the mast a moment; then, stepping forward to the bulwark over which the young athlete was leaning he noiselessly and deftly seized the youth’s legs, and, with a quick, powerful lift, sent the hapless victim overboard! CHAPTER. XV. RESCUED FROM THE SBA. Joe fell headlong into the seething sea, but being an expert swimmer, he quickly was on the surface, while the vessel ran on, leaving him to his fate. The Jersey coast was several miles distant, so despair seized him, for he ' could not long keep afloat. : ght was so novel, the scene apt overboard during his watch. His only chance of rescue was to be picked up by a passing steamer or sail- coaster, of which there were always many in that offing. But how was he to attract attention? The chances seemed hopeless, Fortunately the sea was smooth, so the exertion to keep afloat was less difficult. Soon he saw the big steamer, which he had noticed before, about a mile off. Her course was in his direction. He swam toward the steamer, which came rapidly on in her run up the coast for New York Harbor. Nearer, and nearer, until at length, he was nearly under her bows. The dawn now had become well ad- vanced, and he could see the look-out aa well as an officer pacing the bridge. Now was his time, so treading water and placing his fingers in his mouth, he blew a succession of whistles that sound- ed over the waters as far as a locomotive whistle could have been heard. This startling signal was heard dis- tinetly by the officer on the deck, and the look-out quickly discerned the man in the water. “ Ahoy! Ahoy!” from the look-out. “ Ahoy! Ahoy!” from the look-out. athlete, waving his arms above him. That was enough. Instantly the en- gines were rung down, and men rushed to the life boats, ready for the rescue. Joe was now alongside of her about twenty yards distant, and he heard the command: “Lower away. Quick there!” To his great delight the boat soon dropped into the sea, and was rowed towards him by eager life savers. A few minutes more and he was grasped by strong hands,and lifted into the stern sheets, Three cheers burst \from the lips of the joyous sailors. The sweetest. music Joe had ever heard! On board in a sling he was swung, too exhausted to speak. Into the captain’s room he was borne, and there stripped and wrapt in blankets and put to bed, while the steamer’s sur- geon soon had a hot toddy at his lips, which he eagerly swallowed, and, in a few moments, fell asleep—the sleep of exhaustion. When he awoke he found a steward sitting by his bed. He informed the pa- tient that he was then in New York, at the pier of the West India steamers. . Joe was well enough to dress and go ashore, which he did after thanking the ' Officers of the ship for their kindness bag? humane services. Joe let them believe that he had fallen >- new well enough that he had been | a J y foully attacked from behind and throws overboard, but by whom he was at a loss to conjecture. The Norwegian certainly was not the villain, as he was too severely injured to leave his berth. His suspicions fell upon the Cuban, but dismissed him from his thoughts, and for the first time began to suspect Mr. Panton. Was it not possible that Cap- tain Brooks might be a tool of Panton’s? Paul Panton personally certainly had: no motive for injuring the athlete; there- fore, if he had a hand in the attempt on Joe’s life, he must be an agent of Mr. Hardy. Remembering that his father’s will gave his guardians everything in the event of Joe’s death, the young man was quick to see the motive behind all these attempts on his life. As he thought it all over, he was con- vinced that it really was Panton who > had instigated the Cuban and others to do him harm. “JI will sift this to the botton,” said Joe, to himself, “and woe betide those who endeavored to injure me, for by . heavens, I will expose and punish them!” The more Joe pondered over all that had occurred the more impressed was he with the idea which possessed him of Hardy’s direct complicity in every one of the moves thus far made in what the young man now clearly discerned were meant for his destruction. His future, therefore, must be devoted ia to the detective work necessary a Em the evidence essential to the enya of the chief rascal and his tools in thi nefarious conspiracy. To this end he determined to proceed at once to Atlantic City, by railway, to = be there when, the Fly By Night should {| — arrive, ~ = CHAPTER XVI. A FRIGHTENED CAPPAIN AND A SETTLE- | + MENT. a To Atlantic City Left-Hand Seo pro- ceeded, by train, and reached there in ample ‘time, for when the Fly By Night came into her berth at the pier, the young man was ensconced behind boxes, | from which to make his observations | t and decide on his course of action. A ae The gang plank was lowered, and ; Captain Brooks stepped out on the pier, accompanied by Fred Standish. . Fred evidently was oppressed by @ great grief; for he felt the loss of his friend most acutely. The crew had informed him that Joo Manley had fallen overboard, and he mourned him as one dead. The young chum could not think of remaining on the vessel after that, 6 resolved to go back to the school, and for this purpose he borrowed from the captain the money necessary to return to Flushing. ' Brooks was glad enough to lend” for he wished to get rid of the es green hand.” As they advanced ‘owaal the pile ot freight behind which Joe, was concealed, he heard all that passed between them. | \ “J thank you for this money,” Fred | said, “ Brooks handed him a ten-dol- lar bill “Oh, ‘that is all right. I think it ‘ate for you to return to the school. It_ is) the bést place for you.” ona aes “You are sure, sir, that Joe fell, ove board?”
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y “Who was likely to do a thing of © that kind?” “The Norwegian, for one. I hear they had a fight.” ; “No, no.’ I tell you he must have been blown overboard.” “ But, there was no wind to speak of!” persisted Fred. “You are mistaken about that. It was blowing very hard when you were in _} your berth. You can tell anyone who asks for Manley, that he was lost at ie Sea. Good-bye. You had better hurry up ™ and catch your train.” : A tall form emerged from behind the boxes, and confronted them. “You lie!” came in'a strong sepul- ehral voice. “ Left-Handed Joe, by all that is holy!” cried Fred. ; _ The captain reeled, and laid hold of the boxes, in mingled fear and amazement. ’ “Who did the deed?” demanded Joe, as he stood before the cowering sailor. “God forgive me!” was all the guilt- _ gtricken wretch could say. - That of course was confession, uncon- sciously uttered. And so Joe construed it. “ Neither God or man can forgive such an act,” he said, in solemn, impressive _. speech. } “Oh! spare me. Spare me!” pleaded | the self-convicted criminal. ' Joe looked sternly at the shivering ) scoundrel, a moment, as if debating what tto do. “Who instigated you to the murder?” he at length demanded. ‘ “Panton. Paul Panton!’’ Brooks un- ' hesitatingly answered. “Duplicity — treachery — murder!” /* murmured Joe in low voice, but spoken - with intense emphasis. | And he was silent, for a few moments, _ gazing intently at the captain, who still 4. shivered tuchigumpoontzlizble apprehen- |} sion and guilt—reaity’a pitiful sight to “Tt Bee, _ }. Then Joe seemed to have made up his _ |. mind. what course to pursue further, | “Captain Brooks, wretch that you are, . | I shall spare you arrest now. I must | | strike the greater scoundrels behind you, , | and use you for their conviction. Will } you co-operate with me in bringing them ; | to justice if I promise not to reveal your 4 attempt on my life?” 1 _ Brooks was silent. “ ? eo ee So a. agit a. “Tt is that or your immediate arrest - for murder!” | _ “Well, Joe, I stand ready to do what ‘} Tcan to help you. I see how I have lent myself to the game of villains, who :al- ways have tempted me with big - promises of gain. I am now very sick | of the whole business, and swear to you -} I never more will serve them, in any ~} way. I shall abandon this vessel right } Shere, and never see old Hardy, the vil- Jain, again, nor any of his pals.. But, w can I do this if IT have to go into mrt to testify? Why, you see, Mr. nley, that my own share in their con- iracy against you would make me a ‘tty to the crime, and I could not es- e state prison. Can’t you think of way for me to serve you, yet not Me to appear in court?” e thought a while, and at last said: “TI think I can fix it. I will write out statement which you will sign, under then you may formally turn over Ply-By-Night to my keeping, and I Place Fred, here, in charge, until a settlement with my rascally whom I now know is robbing fortune. The statement signed your way, and I shall never _ What do you say?” “ a f y ee) ee é | | i | The Léft-Hand Athlete, “T say itv’é fair and square, and Ill do it, right away,” answered the skip- per, as if glad enough at such a chance of escape, not only from the penalty for | his crime against Joe, but to shake off the vile service of old Hardy. “Then come right along to a lawyer’s office, which I passed on my way here. There we can fix up everything in good legal shape; and I give you my word you shall be permitted to leave here a free man, to go where you wish.” “You’re one of the whitest men I ever met, Mr. Manley, and I never shall forget your leniency,” and the captain, hardy oid salt that he was, really wept. The three proceeded from the pier up into the town, and found the lawyer’s Office they sought. Joe passed in and conversed some time with the lawyer, and the two prepared a statement which covered all the grounds of evidence required to convict Hardy and Panton of this conspiracy against the young athlete. This done, Fred and Captain Brooks were called in. The document was read aloud, and Brooks signed it, as he had promised. Then another document, transferring: the Fly-By-Night to the attorney, to be held in trust by him pending proceed- ings against Hardy, was also signed by the captain, and he was permitted to de- part—a sadder but a better man than when he entered Hardy’s service, j CHAPTER XVII. CONCLUSION, Joe Manley did not tarry long in At- lantic City. -Fred was placed in charge of the Fly-By-Night, and the vessel “tied up” pending proceedings. Then the young athlete turned his face toward New York City, armed with all the evidence necessary to bring Hardy and his tools to judgment. But, as we shall see, the Fates had entered in the case and hastened that judgment. After the sailing of the Fly-By-Night, Panton proceeded at once to Hardy’s office. As if aware of the danger of his whole late proceeding against Joe, the scoundrel had resolved to get such money as he could force from the mer- chant, and then disappear, to avoid any possible arrest or trouble. A very stormy interview followed. “T am tired of this kind of work,” the tool said, “and propose to quit it,” » “Oh, do you?” sneered the employer. “It is rather late in the day to throw up a job which you know was of your own suggestion.” “ All the same I do throw it up, and now demand pay for my services.” “Oh, indeed?” again with a sneer. “And, pray, what do you value your said services at?” “Five thousand dollars, not a doller less. It is that or I expose your whole nefarious scheme to get rid of Joe Man- “That’s the programme, is it? Black- mail! And you are fool enough to think I will tumble to your game, eh?” and the old sinner’s face hardened with a fierce, almost tigerish, expression. an “No blackmail!” retorted Paul: “It is my proper pay for doing your dirty work; that is all,” returned the ally, also in a fierce mood i “You scoundrel!” ejaculated the mer- chant, as he sprang to his feet, and, grasping the poker from beside the coal grate, which heated the combined library and office, the now infuriated man struck the other a blow upon the head which brought him to the floor, 1 It was a passionate act, and an un- lucky one, if the blow should prove fatal, and that brought the irate mer- chant to his senses. Paul Panton was hard hit, that was evident, for he lay quite still, and Hardy. was almost terror stricken. What should he do? killed by the stroke? It was awful. He would surely be held for the murder. It was then well on in the evening. All the servants had retired, so he was alone. At last a thought came to him. He would carry the body out to the stoop area; place it in the area, and, when discovered in the morning, it would be evident that the wound on the head had been made by the man tumbling down on the stone:steps, and that would relieve him of all suspicion. So he waited—waited in deepest anx- iety, until he could move without pos- sible detection. One o’clock struck, and then he passed softly down the basement stairs, to see if the way was wholly clear, 4 No sound, All was still in deep sleep, apparently; so, returning to the library, he picked up the limp body, and, in- spired with supernatural strength, he bore it down the stairway, out into the area, and placed it there in such a posi- tion as would imply that the man had fallen head first on the stone flagging, and so haa been killed. That act, done without any one’s ob- servation, would surely relieve him of all responsibility or suspicion, so he went to bed, but not to sleep. The now aroused conscience would not permit that. All the rest of the night he planned. He had squandered much of the Man- ley estate, and was not in a position to meet any inquiry on the part of Joe or his attorney. What should he do? He must decide, that was evident, for Joe, if still living, would be sure to un- earth the whole base scheme for his destruction, That fear added more ter- ror to his thoughts, and when morning came he had decided upon flight—flight to Canada, with such money as he could lay hands on, and draw from bank, where Joe’s money was on deposit. Strangely enough, when daylight came the body of Panton had disappeared, for nothing had been said by the servants, and no officers of the law had called. | What did it mean?-Had Panton come- to and gone away? That was the only, pnt which could account for the mys- rv. Then it was all the more important to act, for Panton alive, as well as Joe Manley, his arrest might follow at any, moment. ‘ He had arranged to act, as we have said—to draw all available money from bank and hasten to Canada, pending in- quiry and such settlement as he could from these effect. ley, that you might secure his fortune.” | After a hasty breakfast he returned to his office and was there packing up his “Thecessary papers when, without an- nouncement or knock at the door, Joe | — Manley stepped into the room! 4 “Ah, you Joe?” he called out, with forced calmness, “Glad to. see you back, after your last escapade. Hope you'll go back to school and settle down to study.” Joe studied the man for a moment, in. amazement at his effrontery. Then he spoke: . “Mr. Hardy, dissemblance is useless. I now know you for the villain that you are, and I have returned frem that sea | trip, in which you planned te have me thrown overboard, to demand am What could he do, if Panton was ,
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A. counting of you, and to send you to state’s prison—where you belong. I have all the evidence necessary. , As prelimi- nary to calling in’ an officer for your ar- rest, I wish to—” ene interview was strangely interrupt- ed. Standing on the threshold was Paul Panton, with his head bandaged, look- ; ing haggard and ghostly! He had been found at daylight by an officer, lying in the basement, and had been conveyed to the nearest hospital. Here his wound was dressed and pro- mounced not to be serious; it was sup- posed “he had been sandbagged and pitched down into the area. — After a rest he was well enough to drive to Mr. Hardy’s house, and there confront him. “You?’’ gasped the: merchant, “Yes, I, thief and would-be murderer! I am here to stop you from committing further crimes, to avenge my wrongs, and to save Joe Manley from your <lutches! ” Behind him stood three policemen! Escape was impossible. Mr. Hardy looked from one to the other in despair, and yet, in sudden ter- rible determination. His career was closed. Retreating to the rear window, he sud- denly drew a pistol and before any one there could interfere he had shot him- self through the head! Death was instantaneous. There is little more to be said. After all Left-Hand Joe found himself well off, and with unbounded forgiveness in his soul, he forgave the penitent Paul Panton, and let him go without arrest or punishment. As for the wily and treacherous Cuban, he disappeared as if the world had swal- lowed him up, and though Joe sought to ascertain his whereabouts, he never could | learn of him. The Left-Hand Athlete just longed to Zet his hands on the detestable conspira- tor and heartless villain. 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Kit Bandy in Red Ruin; or, The Young Whirlwind, hit Bandy’s Big Rustle; or, Saddle King Sam, 804 Kit Bandy’s Brigade; or, Dan, the Mountain Quide. $27 Kid Bandy’s Brigade in Arizona. 959 hit Bandy’s Star Engagement. 158 Jack Drew, the Nemesia, or, Eagle Kit. the Boy Demon. 482 Jack Drew’s Drop; or, Little Hurricane, the Boy Captain. 02 Jack Drew in Deadwood; or, Prospect Pete, 27 Keen Knife on Guard; or, Antelope Abe, the Boy Guide 81 Keen-Knife, the Prince of the Prairies. & Varabond Joe, the Young Wandering Jow. 18 The Dumb Spy. 41 Lasso Jack, the Young Mustanger. _ 58 The Bo ing; or, The Secret Foe. 1 Delawure Dick, the Young Ranger Spy. 74 Hawk-eye Marry the Young Trapper Ranger, 88 Rollo, the Boy Rangers or, The Heiress, 84 Sure Shot Seth, the Boy Rifleman. 48 Scar-l'ace Saul, the Silent Hunter, Bar The Toy rom Denver. a ~ Bx CHARTERS MORRIS, 118 Will Somers, the Boy Detective, 122. Phil hoa the Boss Boy. 126 Picayune Pete; or, Nicodemus, the Dog Detectiwr 180 Detective Dick; or, The Hero in Rags, 142 Handsome Harry, the Bootblack Detective, 147 Will Wildfire, the Thoroughbred. 152 Black Besa, Will Wildfire’s Hiacers ? Mike Merry the Harbor Peltew Boy. Witty Baseace, the Raven’ Boy. 2 aggage, the 5 A Trump Card ¢ or, Will Wilatee Wine and Loss ee ted yee . or pa rk ph ph ph pf Yh pth, 62 65 70 74 Bob Rockett; or, Mysteties of New York. 7? Bob cae the Bank Runner, * ~ SE Fred Hale ards ais Live’Boat Boy, Gh The Sommegion, alyard, the le Boat Boy; e 44 Bob Roeketts or, Driven to the Walls me LA Shadowed ‘ ¢, Bob Kockett’s Figh 206 Dark Paul, the Tiger King. 12 Daye, the Dandy Detective. Tom Tant or, The Black Sheep of the Flock. 235 Sam Chareoah the Premium,Darky, 35 Shadow tae she Mowverst oy. senate ry e Pwo loods ”; or, Shenandoa and Gang 252 Dick Dashaway : or, A Dakota Boy in Chicago. Young Sharps; o:. Rollicking Mike’s Hot Trall, 274 dolly Jim, the Detective Apprentice. Jolly Jim’s Job; or, The Young Detective. 8 The Water-Hound; or, The Young Teereage 05 Dashaway, of Daketa: or, A Western Lad in $24 Ralph Keady, the Hote) Boy Detective. 84 ony Thorne, the Vagabond Detective. eporter-Detective: or, Fred Flyer’s Blinzara, 86T Wide-Awake Joe; or, A Boy of the Times, B7Y tavey. the Leveler; or, The Bloods of the Boulevard. 408 Firetly Jack, the River-Rat Detective. 428 The Lost Finger; or, The Entrapped Casfiler. 428 Fred Flyer, the Reporter Detective. 2 Invincible Logan, the Pinkerton Ferret, bred. Quaker City. iily Brick, the Jofly Vaganond. 466 Wide-Awake Jerry, Detective; or Entombed Alive. 479 Detective Dodge; or, The Mvstery of Frank Hearty, 488 Wild Dick Ravicen or, How He Fought for Honor, Roots, the Boy Fireman : or, Too Sharp for the Sharper, he Secret Service Roy Detective. 596 Jimmy the Kid; or, A Lamb Among Wolves, om Bruce of Arkansas: or, The Wolfin the Fold. 655 Plucky Paul, the Roy Speculator. 6 ob and Sam, the Daisy Detectives, 7O9 The Curbstone Detective: or, Harry Hale’s Big Beat. T5T Detective Frank’s aweep-stakes, 869 Ned Norman, the Gamin Broker. S81 Turkey Billy, the Shine-’em-up Detective. 917 Flash Lightning, the Mountain Mascot. BY ALBERT W. AIKEN, 11 The Two Detectives; or, The Fortunes of Bowery Girl, 76 Abe Colt. the Grow Killer.” 79 Sol Ginger, the Giant Trapper. 288 Joe Kuch of Angels and His Boy Pard. 447 New York Nat. A Tale of Tricks and Traps in Gotham. 58 New England Nick: or, The Fortunes of a Foundling, 464 Nimble Nick, the Circus Prince. 498 Tnox Ted, tne Arizona Sport. S10 Cool Colorado, the Half-Breed Detective 518 Cool Colorado in New York: or, The Cowboy's Fighs BY OAPT. ALFRED BR. TAYLOR OG. A, 191 Ruffalo Billy, the Roy Bullwhacker, |» 194 Ruffalo pai's Ret: or, The Gambler Guide. t S Aa ake the * bo Ferret; 01, onciygueml> Fea Phy ? * LIBRARY. Price of Five Cents, by all Newsdeavers, The Rival Glanteof Nowhar’. Cactus Burr, the Man from Hard Lack. Old Buckeye, the Sierra Shadow. : Powder Phil, the Boy Miner, or, The Man Without a Paste 60: olly Dorrit, the Veteran Detective. 6 Little Li mtatag's League; or, The Mystery o/ the Islan® 668 Plucky Paul, the Boy Prospector. 751 Gold-Dust Ban, the Trail, Patrol. 755 Gold\Dust Dan's Gath: or, Reckless Rey, the Regulater 928 Gold-Dast Dan’s Snap-Shot. BY JOSEPIL EY BADGER, JR. 2 Vel watone Jack}; Of; The Trapper. 48 Bla pe, the Road-Agent; or, The Outlaw’s Retreas, 4 69 65°Hu {il ; or, Mustang Sam and His Pard, 119 Mus Sam 3 or, The King of the Plains. 186 Night-awk Kit; or, The Daughterof the Ranch, 144 Dainty Lance the Boy Sport. \» | 151 Panther Paul; or, Dainty Lance to the Resens. 160 Thé Black Giant; or, Dainty Lance in Jeopardy. 168 Des Dash; or, Fighting Fire with Fire, 184 The Boy Trailers; or, Dainty Lance on the War-Path, 208 The Boy Parda; or, Dainty Lance Unm 211 Crooked Cale, the Caliban of Celestia) City, 810 The BRarranca Wolf; or, The Beautifal Deecy. 819 The Black Rider; or, The Horse-Thieves’ League, 885 Old Double Fist 3 or, The Strange Guide 855 The Kang of the Woods: or Dante! Boone’s Last Trai 449 S Fox, the Border Boy Detective 625 Chiueapin Dan, the Boy Traftler. 677 Chineapin Diin’s Second Tratl, an’s Home Stretch. 698 d Craz Man Without a Head, TOS Light-H Lute’s Leneey. rt Lute’« Last Trafl. “228 Bilvert e, the Shoshone. 729 SilverPiude, the Half-Blood; or, The Border Beagle at Bagy TBO Silv ade, the Hostile; or, The Border Beagle’s Trail. 748 Slilverblade the Friendly; or, The Border Beagle’s Boy Parb BY C. DUNNING CLARK. 185 Captain Paul; or, The Boy Spy of the Mountains, 28OVTho Yankee Rajah; or, The Fate of the Black Sheresf, @, BY LIFUT. i. D. PERRY, U. 8. N. 6 The Boy Rurmway;} or, The Buccaneer of the Bay. » The Sea Trailer: or, A Vow Wel! Kept. Captain Kit; or, The Mystery of Montauk Point, BY JACK FARRAGUT. 815 Ned, the Cabin Boy; or, The Witch of the Fort, 820 The Sea Sorceress; or, ‘The Boy Shipper. BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID. Blue Dick; or, The Yellow Chiefs Ven ce, The Land Pirates; or, The League of Devil’s Island, The Helpless Hand 3 or, Backwoods Retribution. The Gold-seeker Guide? or, The Lost Mountain, _BY BRACEBRIDGE NEMYNG. 9 Ialand Jim: or, The Pet of the Family. The Captain of the Club or. The Rival Athletes. Jack HMarkaway in New York. . MISCELLANEOUS AUTHORS, 4 The Wild-lHorse Munters. By Capt, Mayne Ret and el ES ventures of Baren 7) 12 Gulliver’s Travels, By Dean Sw 14 Aladdin; or, The Wonderful Lamp. 16 Robinson Orusoe. (27 I!lustrations.) 18 Sindbad the Baller. His Boyan Vevente, ; 22 The Bee Serpent; or, The Boy Crome. By Juan 88 The Ocean Bloodhound; or, The Red Pirates of the Carribees. By 8. W. Pierce. 86 The Boy Clowns or, The Arena Queen. By F 8. Finn. 88 Ned Wylde, the Boy Scout. By Texas Jack. 61 The Boy Rifles; or. The Unde: Camp. By A.C.Irons, 95 The Rival Rovers; or, The Breebooters of the Mississippi By Lient.-Col, Hazeltine. 98 Robin Hood, the Untiawed Ear); or, The Merry Men of Green* wood. By Prof. Gildersleeve. 105 O14 Rube, the Hunter; er, The Crow Captive. By Captain 119 The Mad Stunters or, 1heCave of Death, By Berton Baze, unter; or, The Cave 7 124 Tippy; the Texan} er, The Young Champion. By George ereon. 128 The Young Privateer; or, The Pirate’s Stronghold, By Harry Cavendish. 148 Sharp Sam; or, The Adventures of a Friendiess Boy. By J. Ale: 227 Dusky Darrell, ; Or, The Green Ranger of the Ye)- 081 eerea yr carauucht the How Yuk Sey, DUG, 1. Alien 1 Fe « Fearnau ow . mi 266 Kilib’ar, the Guide? or, Davy Cr nakire rocked Trail By Ensign ©, D. Warren. 298 Red Claw. the One-Eyed Trapper; or, The Maid ot the Cif tai matock. BIT Pedeook Pete, the Lively Lad/from Leadville, By Liee- tenant Al 6. ‘Thorn: 828 The Sky Bepcenvet or, A Boy's Fight for Life and Honor. aio € * 850 Red Ralph, the River Rovers or, The Brother’s Ree venge, By Ned Buntline. * 865 Baltimore Ren the Bootblack Detective. A. P. 874 Gold-Duat Tomi or, Ben’s Double Match, G HK. 876 Californie Joc’a First Trail. By Colonel over Monstery. 418 Billy Bombshell, the Cliff Climber. By F. 8. Winthrop, 475 The Black Ship. By Jobn S Warner. 484 Comanche Dick and Mis Three Invinctbles, By Henry J. Thomas. 582 The Cowboy Duke. By Edwin Brooke Forrest. BOs Will Watera tie Bor Feet. By Hi Enton yaters, the ‘erve’ y H. Enton. 682 The Dead Vetective’a Donble. By Gerald Carlton. 721 Maverick Mone; tne Pty Detective; or, The Wizard of iO» Par jaen - 809 Don Dantotc the Gent from Denver. By King Keene, of the U.S. Secret Service Corps. 814 Ace High, the Frisco Detective, By C. E. Tripp. 880 The Grim Lodgera In_ Rag Alleys ot, Citizen sei ae Gl, ores baa ag m5 By J.6 cago Dru er’a Denl. . G. Bethuve, 841 Prince Charlic, the Cat’s- Paw Sport. By Mer duke vy 861 Rilly Brine, tha Swamp Fox. By Chas, ee. 879. Blue-light BI, the Sapphire Sport; or, The apt ‘tlye’s Lone + a Kin Reose. sieht _— “A New Iasue Every Tuesdey. The Half-Dime Library is tor sai all Newndea!~~ Selhaner Oe a eink idea be BEADLE AND ADAMS, Pa 98 William Street, New Yooh,
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——__ BEADLE’S* HALF- DiME* | IBRARY. ——-_—— Deadwood Dick Novels. I Deadwood 20 Deadwood 25 Deadwood 85 Deadwood 42 Deadwood AY Deadwood B57 jPeadwood 7B Deadwood 77 Deadwood 100 Deadwood 104 Deadwood 109 Deadwood 129 Deadwood 188 Deadwood 149 Deadwood 156 Deadwood 195 Deadwood 2 Deadwood % Deadwood 217 Veadwood B21 Deadwooa Gold-Dust Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Dead wood 405 Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Dendwood Deadwood 459 Deadwood 465 Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood 5 Deadwood Deadwood VPeadwood Deadwood Deadwooa 544 Deadwood 549 Deadwooa B54 Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood Deadwood 58a Deadwooe 590 Deadw 595 Deadwood 600 Dendweod 606 Dendwood Dick, the Prince ot the Road. Dick’s Deflanece; or, Double Daggers, 5a rr Dion niaes os Buffasy Ben. «© n s Castle. Dick’s Konanza; or, The Phantom Miner. Dick in Danger; or, Omeha Oll. Dick’s Eagles; or, The Pards of Flood Bar. Dick on Deck; or, Calamity 2 me, the Heroine ees Kast Ae or, Corduroy Charlie. ek in adville. Cees oe lee: hs The Double Cross Sign. ek aa Detective. Dick’s Double; or, The Gorgon’s Gulch Ghost. Dick’s Hlome Kase; or, Blonds Bi Dick’s Big Strike; or, A Game of Gold. Dick ot Deadwood: or, The Picked Party. Diek’s Pream 3 or, The Rivals of the Road. Diek’s Ward; or, The Black Hill’s Jezebel. pg to ) ree . or, Calamity Jane’s Adventure. ek’a Dead Deal. Dieck’s Death-Plant. Pick. A Romance of Roughs and Tovghs, rote peace sc llyag Spirit of Swamp Lake. ch’s Death Trail, Dick’a Deal: or, The Gold Brick of Oregon. Dick’s Pozeny or, The Fakir of Phantom Flats Dick’s Ducata; or, Days in the Diggings. Figen or, The Terrible Vendetta, ck’s Claim. : Dick in Dead City. Dick’s Diamonds, Dick in New Yorks: or, A™ Cate Case,” Dick’s Dust; or, The Chained Hand. Pick, Jr.3 or, The Crimson Crescent Sign, Diek, Jr.’s, Defiance. Dick, dra FullHand,. Dick, Jr.’a, Big Round-Up. Dick Jr.’« Racket at Claim 10, Dick, dJr.’a Corral; or, Bozeman Bill, Dick, Jr.’a, Dog Detective, Dick, Jr., In Deadwood, Jr.’s, Compact. ore alors 8 rs D ner. dr.’ Sivecunes dros Protegee. Jr’, Three. Jr.’a, Danger Ducks, Jr.'s, Death Hunt, Dick, Jr., in Texas. piek, Ur. the Wild Weat Vidoog ick, Jr., on His Mettle. Dick, Jr., in Gotham, Dick, Jr., In Boston. Dick, Jr., in Philadetphia. Dick, dr,, tn Chicago, Dick. Jr,. Afloat. Dick. wr.» in Denver. ood Dick, Jr.’a, Decree. Dick Jr. in Beelzebub’s Basin, Dick Jr., at Coney Island. , Dick, Jr.’s, Leadville Lay. ood Dick, Jr., In Detroit. ood Wek Jr... t Deadwood 660 Dead wood 666 Deadwood 672 Deadw 675 Dead 00 Deadwood Py Deadwood © Dead $ Peadwood 0 Dendwood AZ Deadwood 52 Deadwood & 6 77 776 Deadwood TS2 Dead wooa 87 Deadwood 92 Peadwood 97 Deadwood 802 Deadwood 807 Deadwood 812 Dead S82 Deadw 891 Deadwood 898 Deadwood 904 Deadwood 910 Deadwood 916 Deadwood 928 Deadwood 984 Deadwood 940 Deadwood 946 Deadwood 951 Deadwood 957 Deadwood 965" Deadwood Dick. Jr. tn Cincinnatt. Dick. Jr., in Nevada, Dick, Jr., in. No Man’a Land, Dick, Jr., ASsr ep Queer, n Boffalo. Dick, Jra, Chase Acronathe Continent Dick, Jr., Among the Smugglers. Diek, dr.’a, Lnauronce Case, Dick, 3r., ck in the Mines, Disks dr. In. Durangoy or, “ Gathered In.” r.’a Diacovery; or, Found a Fortune, Ira. Dazzlé Jr’. Dollars. Dick. dr. at Danger Divide, Diek, Jr.'s, Drop. Diek, Jr., at Jack-Pot. Dick ry in San Franciseo. Dek, Jra Still Hunt. F foe Domtneetn r.’a MrUlKe. Jr.’s, Donble Deal. dr.’a, Deathwatch, Wick dr.’«, Doublet. Dick. Jr.’a, Deathblow. dr.’a Desperate 8 » dr.’a, Lone Hand. Jr.’a Defent. Dick, Jr.’a, Resurrection, od FL et Days. e r.» Defled. Diek, Jr.’a, Double Device, Dick, Jr’.s, Deaperate Venture. ) Dick, Jr.’s, Diamond Dice, Dick Jr.a, Royal Flush, dra Wead-off. Rival. ood Dick, JF Dick. Dick, Dick, Dick, Dick, drva, Dead-Sure Game JrJa, Double Prive. Jr/a, Trade-Mark. Jr. at Tip Tem ar. Double-Decker, | Dick, Jr. at Dollarvilie. Diek, Jr.. at Flush Flate Dick, Jr.’a, Shake-up. Dick, Jr.’a, Double Drop. Dick, Jr.’«, Right Bower. Dick; Jr.'s, Ten-Strike. Diek, Jr.’s, Gold-Dust, 971 Deadwood Dick Jr.’s, Oath, 977 Deadwood 986 Denudwood 992 Deadwood 99S Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Death-Doom, Dick, Jr.'s, Dick, or.; Dick, Jr. Beat Card. at Gold Duat. «, Big Play. 1005 Deadwoed Dick, Jr., Branded. 1011 Peedwo d Deck, Jr.’s. Dotch Pard, 1018 Deadwood Dicx, J°.’s, Big Four. BY ROBERT R. INMAN, 1086 Pandy Dick’« Double. 1024 Dandy Dick, Detective. RY MARCUS H. WARING, 1026 e 1048 10 ree Spotters. e Street Spotters’ Weird Hunt. 58 The Three Spotters’ Dead Mystery. | 296 Denver Doll’s Drift; Published Every Tuesday. Hach Issue Complete and Sold-at the: Uniform, Pric _ a 7 ee Other Novels by E. L. Wheeler. : 80 Rosebud Rob; or, Nigget Ned, the Knight. ‘ily $4 Rosebud Rob on Hand; or, Idy!, the Girl Miner. 88 Rosebud Rob's re Ae rance; or, Photograph Phil. 121 Rosebud Rob's Challenge} or, CinnanidfGpip. #¢ 27T7Z Denver Doll, the Detective Queen; or, The ee St 281 Denver Doll’s Victory; or, Skul! and Crosgpned. os, . S85 Denver Doll's Decoy ; or. Little Bill’s Bogghee: ¥ or, The Road Queen. r id-Qntherer; or, The Life Lottery. T aa we 865 Yreka Jim, the 872 Yreka Jim’s Priz&, or, The Wolves of by “70 885 Yreka Jim’s Jokes or, The Rivals of Red cos B94jYreka Jim of Yuba Dam. Me Ae h ‘20 Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective; or, Dot Leatté Guiried Dit) ‘ ‘218 ¥ ritz to the Front} or, The Ventriloquist, Hunter, ¢ +} 244 Sierra Sam, the Frontier Ferret; or, A Siste®s De voplon.: 2A8 Sierra Sams Seeret; or, The Bloody Foptprints, ' 258 Sierra Sam’s Pard; or, The Angel of Bigg igtey. 258 Sierra Sam’s SéMeny or, The Stolen Bride. ee 884 Kangaroo Kit; or, The Mysterious Miner. 889 Kangaroo Kit’s Racket; or, The Pride of Played-Out, 89 Death-Face, Detective; or, Life in New Tank ae co] 1 = es 96 Watch-Eye, the Detect’ ve; or, Arabs and Ang 117 Gilt-Edged Dick, the Sport Detective 145 Captain Ferret, the New York Detective. 161 New York Nell, the Boy-Girl Detective, 226 The Arab Detective ; or, Snoozer, the Boy Sharp. 291 Turk the Boy Ferret. 825 Kelley, Mickey & Wo,, the Detéctives of Philadelphia, 848 Manhattan Mike, the Bowery Detective. 400 Wrinkles, the Night-Watel) Detective. 416 High Hat Harry, the Bage Ball Detective, 6 Sam Slabalides. the Beggar-Boy Detective. A 484 Jim Beak and Pal, Private Detectives, “ 26 Cloven Hoof, the Buffalo Demon: or, The Border Vultures, 82 Bob Woolf or, The Git Dead-Shot. 45 Old Avalanche; or, Wild Edna, the Girl Brigand. ¢,” &8 Jim Bludsoe, Jr., ies y Phenix. + 61 Buckhorn Bill; or, Th® Red Rifle Team. , 92 Canada Chet ; or, QA Anaconda in Sitting Bull’s, Camp. 118" Jack Hoyle the YoufigSpeculator. : ; 125 Bonanza Bill, Minér? or, Madam Mystery, the Forger. 188 Bows thob the King of Bootblacks, 141 Solid Sam, the Boy Road-Agent; or, The Branded Brows, At? » obby Nick of Nevaday or, The Sierras Scamps. 181 Wild Frank the Buckskin Brayo; or, Lady Lily’s Love, 286 Apollo Bill, the Trail Tornado; or, Rowdy Kate. 0 Cyclone Kit, the Young Gladiator; or, The. Locked Valley. , “278 Bumbo Joe, the bey Patrol; or, The Rival Mpigk./ *@ ~+< Little Qu!ck-Shot}; or, The Dead Face of Daggersville. trat-Clasa Freq: the Gent trom Gopher, abob Ned; or, The Secret ofSlab City. BS2 Cool Kit, the King of Kids; or, A Villains Wg Sent 488 Santa Fe Sal, the Slasher; or, A Son’s Vengeatite: van 486 Seulekin Sam, the Sparkler; or The Tribunal gf Tenge 918 Kit Keith, t e Revente Spotter. 1 922 Sol Sharpe, tha New_York Night-Hawk. 948 Old Hayseed Among Bunco Men. seu 1001 Banty, the Degwer Mootblack, sy, BY J.C. GoWDRICKE. " 490 Broadway Billy, the Bootblack Bravo. ~ . 614 Broadway Billy’« Boodle; or, Clearing a Strange Case, 586 Rroadway Billy's _ ‘ Difikilty.” 557 Broadway Billy’ Peath Racket. 579 Broadway Billy’s Surprise Party. 605 Broadway Btily; or, The Boy Detective’s Big Inning. 628 Broadway Billy’« Bend Acts or, The League of Seven. 669 Broadway Billy Abroadys or, The Bootbiack in Friseo. 675 Broadway Billy’s Best; or, Beating San Francisco's Dinest, 687 Broadway Billy in Clever. ’ 696 Broadway Billy in Tekasy or, The River Rustlera, 708 Broadway Rilly’s Brand. Fe; or, The Clever Deal, 711 Broadway ply at San © Broadway A ye boil and; or, The Gamin Detective, % id + . +, , yer. 62 Broadway ain; or, The Three Detective, 69 Broadway 75 Broadway w Chase. leas or, The Trio’s Quest. énm; or, The Combine’s Big Pull. rigade; or, The Dead Alive, neer Bequest. Baffled. 810 Broadway 815 Broadway 821 Broadway 826 Broadway 888 Broadway S389 Broadway y. Boom. e of Fitig, Cais, by all Neu ‘191 194 a isdealers.. @ 4 BUFFALO BILL NOVBLS. BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM, 052 Buffalo @pill in Ojacuixe. 046 Gold PTuine, the Byy Bandits or, BygGalo Bill, the Pony 049 Ext a Rider. Fes: 42 pittie Grit, the y Express Rider ‘ 1040 Kuffalo Bill’ Pony Patrol. © Sper g 1018 Buffhio BIP« Ti xas Team. LOO? BRaffklo Bill’s Sure-Shota. 1000 Bu o xt iepeces Béys. 995 Butfate Wire Wdp; or, Déad-Shot Ned , thé Kausas 988 Buffalo Bill’s Lasso Throwers. nz Five. Ru © 981 Buff BUs Fight 975 Buffalo a Rifle Shots. 6 1 1 1 Kid, « 968 Buffa ULE Hush Rides or, Sure-Shot, the High-Flyer, 964 Buffako, fils Decoy; or, The Arizoya Crack Shot, 958 Buffalo ‘Bill's Yazep a-Chase. 4 948 Buffalg , z "a, Snap-Shot : or, Wil PhriTexan Tally 942 Buffal i's Tough Tussle. ‘ 986 Buffald BiVa. Boy Mascot; or, Joe Jarvis’ Hold-up, 929 Buffalo Bill’é Crack-shot Pard. * 650 Ruffalo Gill’a Boy Pard; or, Butterfly Billy. 216 Biron et Bg Prince of the Reins. : 222 Bison Bile Clue; or. Grit, the Bravo Sport, BY BUFFALO BILL. 55 Deadly-Eye. the Unknown Scout; or, The Banded Brotherhood 68 Border Robin Hood: or, The Prairie Rover. « ie . 158 Faney Fraitk of Colorado} or, The Trapper’s, Drust., °. 1029 The Panton &py. 1088 Kansas ing,o1,, The Red Right Hind. sega TNE BY CAPT, ‘ALFRED B. TAYLOR, bit A.) Buffalo Billy, the Boy Bullwhacker. ~* & Buffalo Bill’s Bet: or, The Gambler Gude, "We: BY Cor) PRENTISS ne 1087 The Artikt, Detective. 1084 The Gol@@Vitch’« Shadower. 1081 The Texunt}uatiers in (Cuba. 1027 The Cowblyy Raiders in Ouba 1025. The Flyihg Vankee or, The Ocean Ontcash 1028 The Cowboy Clan in Cu a. 1016 The Boy Bugier in Cuba. - 982 New York Nat’s Drop: or, Ex-Ferret Sykes’ Bold Gane 926 New York Nat and the Traitor Ferret, 920 New York Nat Trapped. ih 914 New York Nat’s Three of a Kind. 908 New York Nat’s Double. 902 New York Nat’s in Colorado. ; York Nat in Gold Nugget Camp. y York Nat’s Deadly Deal, 4 » York Nat’s Crook-Chase, York Nat* Trump Card, . jew York Nat and the Grave Ghouls, 865 New York Nat’« Masked Maseot, 859 New Vork Nat. the Gawip Detective, ra 858 Dick Doom’s| Kidnapper Knock-Ou} + ¥ 847 Dick Doom’s Ten & ike, 4 8 842 Dick Degmigs Sieh Hand. } Fle %72 Dick De hth-Grip; or, The Detective by Destinys %7T Dick VD. ta Destiny; or, The River Blackleg’s Terror, ‘Ibe Sharps and Sharks of New York, a3 ton; or, A Man of Many Maaks, a® 1 OR. * ld West. fe Sweep; or, Five sinks jaa@ Che “j Ihe Clue. Alig wield Wroal. hal. ; e Kentucky Tenderfoot’s Firét Trathy tiny; or, The Renegade’s Captive, wnee Pa ner, miche’s Captive, - h, The Red Riders of the Rio Gratida, aity Others, Y\A. K. SIMS. "hres Dead Set at Silver City. a9 k 787 Buck 748 Buck Taylo' BY L mn. ar’ Sei 4; 4 Termibl « Affuir at Tombstone. r, The Cowboy Detective , Dan’s Great Combine. or, Josh’s Ten Btrikes 844 Broadway 849 Broadway 8656 Broadway 862 Broadway S68 Broadway S874 Broadway 880 Broadway Billy’s Big Bulges Billy’s 5 he 000 Snap, Billy’s Blind: or, The Bootblack Stowaway. Billy in London. Billy Shadows London Slums. Billy’s French Game. Billy and the Bomb-Throwers. 601 Happ 611 Bil 665 ly Je iahy the Plains Detective. ac) a Sam, the Lookont Scout. ly, the Gyps py: or, The Myste 860 Silver-Maak, the Man of Mystery; or, The Golden Keys. 849 Shasta, the Gold Kings or, For Seven Years Dead. 420 The Detective’s Apprentices or, A Boy Without a Name, 424 Cibuta John; or, -Hot Times at Ante Bar, 489 Sandy Sam, the Street Scout, 467 Diaco Dan. the Daisy Dude. &06 Redlight Ralph the Prince of the Road, 524 The Waginesr Detective; or, Redlight Ralph’s Resolve 548 Mart, the Night Express Detective. i B71 Air-Line Luke the Young Engineer; or, The Double Case 592 The Boy Pinkerton; or, Running the Rascals Out. 615 Fighting Narr the Ghief of Chained Cyclone, 640 Bareback Beth, the Centaur of the Circle. 647 Typewriter Tilly the Merchant’s Ward. - 659 Moonlight Morgan the “ Pizenest ’’ Man of Ante S87 Battery Bob. the Dock Detective. 894 Arizona Dick’s Wipe-Out. 900 Jumping Jack's Jubilee. 906 Satety Sam, the Cyele Sport. 912 Train Boy Trist’s Hot Hustle, 918 The Trump Deck Pay 924 Big Boota Bob, the Fire-Laddie. 980 Kustler Ralph, the Boy Spotter. 985 The Ex-Newshoy Detective’s Chum. 941 The Bowling Green Detective’s Drop. 944 Cowboy: Charlie’s Double. 947 The Bowery W restler: or, The Butcher-Boy’s Backer. 958 Paddy's Trump Card; or, Silver Sallie, the Girl Sport, 960 The Broadway Sports or, Flyer Fred’s Clear Case. 967 &1000 Reward: or, The Rival Reporters’ Sleek Scoop. 978 Bantam Billy, the Corker-Ferret. 978 Plucky Pat, the Street-Boy Detective. 989 Bicycle Bob's Hot Scorch, 997 Scorcher Sam, the Detective on Wheels. 1004 Scorcher Bam’s Sweep-Stake a. 1009 Tne Gir! ©) clis’s Winning Hand, Ban’ BY ARIZONA CY, 1048 Vou Bet Bob from Cross Crick. 1088 You Bet Bob’s Cirous. 8 byt Lives."} 699 Simple Sim, the Broncho Buster: or, For Big takes 712 The Meameriat Eparts or, The Mystified TBE Toltec Tom, the Mad Prospector. 745 Kansas Jim, the Cross-Cut Detective. 761 Marmaduke, the Mostanger Detective. 772 The Ruatier of Rolling Stone. 785 Lone Hand Joe the Committee of One. 801 Kent Kirby, the High-Kicker from Killbuck, 882 The Doctor Dete ctive In Texan. 872 Two Showmen Petectives in Colorado. 987 The Texan Firebrand: or, Brazos Billy’s Snap, Show 961 The Tramp’s Trump-Trick. NEW ISSUES. 1059 Ned Wylde, the Boy Scout. By Texas Jack. 1060 Marlo, the Renegade. By Col. Prentiss fngrabam, 1061 Bilver Star, the Boy Knight. By O11 Coomes 1062 The Left-Hand Athlete. By Bracebridge Hemyng. 1068 Wild Bill's Weird Foe. By Wm.G Patten, : 1064 Dandy Dick Decoyed. By Robert R. Inman, JUST ISSUED. : 1055 Red Raven’s Redskin Ruse. By Col. P. Ingrahans 1056 Cowboy Chris in Cinnabar. By Wm, w . Wiider. 1057 Gold Rifle, the Sharpshooter. By Ed. L, W heeldt, 1068 Roderick, the Rover. BysT. J. Flanagan. ’ A New Issue Every Tuesday. The Half-Dime Library is for sale by all newadealers, £98 gents per copy, or vent by mail on receipt of six conte each, ' BEADLE AND ADAMS, Publishers, 92 William Street, New York,