Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 127) (1879 12 30)
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$2.50 a year. Sincle Number. Vol. V. pee Pea op =| ete ; ee NO SB Waa SM el Lalletlallallallallallaly) \\ AY ee TE LEST DG ’~. OBB Go ww ™ et A\, “ 7. TiS ee ITA December 90, 1879. No. 127 Copyrighted tn 1879 by BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY BEADLE AND ADAMS, No. 98 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. Price, 5 Cents. WILD-FIRE, THE BOSS OF THE ROAD: or, The Wolves of Satan’s Gap. AUTHOR OF BY MRA ES J eIMon rT, “WIDE AWAKE,” “THE BRANDED HAND,” EH'TC., HDC. j ¥ > THE BRIDGE PARTED MIDWAY AND THE HEAVY COACH PLUNGED DOWNWARD, DRAGGING THE STRUGGLING HORSES INTO THE TERRIBLE GULF,
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THE BOSS OF THE ROAD. fe) The Wolves of Satan’s Gap. A ROMANCE of the SILVER REGIONS. BY FRANK DUMONT, AUTHOR OF “‘THE BRANDED HAND,” ‘‘ WIDE AWAKE!” ETC, CHAPTER I. A ORY OF DISTRESS. Mipnieut had fallen upon the scattered town —or rather “ city” of Helena. From every open doorway and window of houses upon the main street, came a flood of light and the sound of many voices engaged in revelry. An observer might have seen groups of red- shirted miners gathered about the tables, and his ears might have heard the sound of both coin and ivory chips as they rattled upon the boards. Every other house was either a drinking- saloon or a gambling-den where the miner’s gold-dust found its way into other hands that seldom knew what it was to toil for it. These were the “ flush times” in Montana and the silver regions were flooded with the outcasts of society. Outlaws, gamblers and desperadoes ruled supreme in the lawless regions, and the pistol and the knife settled disputes and made “laws,” He who was quick with his seven-shooter was one to be respected, and the scientific handling of a bowie-knife gained a reputation for the manipulator and he was generally given a wide berth until some oom turned up that sent a bullet into the ‘ knifist,” while he, in turn, suc- cumbed to an expert shot. In a low building built of rough logs and boards was a group of persons intently watch- ing the game in progress. A table occupied the center of the room, and a counter 8 at the furthest end of the a ment where a boisterous crowd were cpp | the vile liquors placed before them by the roug wolfish specimen of humanity behind the bar. Several revolvers lay among the rows of bottles upon the shelf directly at his elbow, as if the deadly weapons were in keeping with their bot- tled neighbors—both warranted to kill at forty rods—the whisky and the revolvers. Grouped about the table, were miners and teamsters, with ing weapons protruding from broad leather belts. Several other per- sons stood beside the dealer, eagerly ae the turn of the cards and the heaps of gold-d and coin upon the ‘‘lay-out.” From an adjoin- ing room came the sounds of a violin and the tramp of many feet as if their owners were en- gaged in dancing. e confused roar of voices and the incessant clatter upon the table as the chips changed hands, almost drowned the voice of the dealer. The light of half a dozen kerosene-lamps served to illuminate the room and cast a sickly glare upon the mottled crowd assembled in the place. Near the center of the table stood a young man inte watching the dealer. Close beside this young man stood a person whose evil countenance seemed all aglow with satisfaction; some secret joy caused his face to beam with pores his cold gray eyes were fixed upon the pale features of his young com- ion. Aturn of the card was followed by the dealer’s motion as he withdrew from the ‘‘ lay- eut” the losing bets. A groan broke from the lips of the yo man, and a fiendish smile fitted across the face of the n at his side. ‘‘ Better luck next time,” he whispered to the youth. ‘Don’t be discouraged—you can’t al- ways lose.” “The young man vouchsafed no reply, but mechanically placed a quantity of gold coin upon the ace. “My last bet—the last of my ill-gotten gains,” he murmured. ‘God forgive me; what shall I do if I lose?” Like-a cat watching a mouse did the youth watch the dealer. The gambler’s fingers trem- bled as he touched the faro-box. There was but another turn of the cards, and upon that turn the youth had staked bis last dollar. e dealer’s fingers rested upon the small sil- ver box, and ths next moment he withdrew the The ace had lost! | Wild-Fire, the Bos The gambler stretched forth his hand to take the losing amount upon the ace, Quick as the lightning’s flash the youth leaped forward, and ow en a the -captea oan with is disenga e grasped the cards just withdrawn from the faro-box. “‘ Stop!” he cried, in a tone that thrilled every listener. ‘* Don’t touch a penny of that money, or you are a dead man!” he dealer’s face flushed for a moment, and then he grew pale as ashes with the rage that followed the surprise of the attack. ‘* What do you mean?” he cried, as he sought to shake off the of the young man. ‘*T mean that I have been cheated, and if you touch that money upon the ace I'll kill you.” The crowd about the table drew back, and a low murmur came from every lip. They knew the dangerous character of the gambler whom the youth had assaulted, and they knew that unless the young man dispatched his igen now that he had him at his mercy, he wo d never leave the room alive. The gambler’s face was livid with rage and he struggled to free himself from the grasp of the young man. “Let go!” he hoarsely cried. ‘Return the money Ave have robbed me of. I have been cheated, and I can prove it to every- body’s satisfaction!” cried bis assailant. “Prove it!” yelled the gambler. ‘If you don’t I'll kill you in your tracks.” **T will prove it,” cried the youth. ‘‘ Here’s the card you drew from the box. See, the King | wins—but, close to the card—stuck to it with wax is the Ace! The Ace is the winning card, and I demand my money, and I also demand what money I have lost to-night!” A ery of surprise broke from the miners, for, as they saw the trick, they realized that they, too, had been fleeced in a like manner. The youth had exposed the gambler, and his race was run with the red-shirted group. With a quick motion the enraged villain slid his hand into his breast and a revolver flashed in his grasp as he withdrew it. There was a puff and a sharp explosion as the pistol cracked close to the youth’s temple. severed lock of hair fell to the floor, cut by the swift carps gators the gambler’s bullet through the locks of his youthful assailant. Before the cpg could again press his fin- ger upon the trigger of his weapon the youth ad seized a pisto] from the belt of the nearest miner, and the next moment the cold muzzle of the weapon was pressed close to the villain’s temple—so close that the polished tube seemed to be imbedded in the gambler’s forehead. A baleful light gleamed from the ruffian’s eyes; his pistol dropped from his nerveless grasp and fell with a dull thud to the floor. He saw the look of determination upon his victim’s features, and the flashing eyes that told him of the slender thread by which his life hung at that moment. ‘Return my money!” said the young man between his clenched teeth. “I have robbed my benefactor to risk the money upon your gambling table, and you, in turn, robbed me— robbed me by cheating. Return it, or as sure as there is a heaven above us, you are a dead man!” Instinctively the gambler slid his hand into his drawer and placed several small bags of old-dust before the man who now held him at is mercy. The next moment the youth had seized upon the precious dust and peeved it in his pocket, but never once removing the pistol from the villain’s forehea’, or ceasing to note his slightest mo- on. During all this startling scene, the man who stood beside the youth had witnessed the action from a distant part of the room. At the first hostile movement he had slunk away, as if to leave bis young companion to his fate. “The gambler will rid me of him,” he mut- tered. ‘He is a dead shot and Fred Gordon’s life is not worth a straw. After all, I am rid ofhim. Ihave madea thief and a gambler of him, and now my vengeance is complete. Ah! what’s this?” The last exclamation was caused b ing the young man’s rapid action and the evil- man ground his teeth with as he saw Fred Gordon—pistol in hand—holding the gam- bler at his mercy. “ts him—will he baffle me? No, he can- not escape. Poker Jack will fix him before he leaves this place. If he recovers the money he has lost my plans are ruined. It must not be.” witness- The scoundrel drew away, and to his chagrin he saw the gambler return the gold-dust and beheld Fred place the little bags in his pocket. s of the Road. ———= An oath broke from his lips and his fingers toyed nervously with a concealed weapon. Why does this person, pretending to be on friendly terms with Fred Gordon, seek his destruction, and rejoice when he sees his doom assured? Why does he bewail the young man’s triumph over the cheating whom he now causes to quail before his revolver? A few words will explain the situation to the reader and introduce the characters. The dark- featured man is Donald Stone—a speculator and owner of bogus mine stocks. Years resided in St. Louis, and there attended school in company with Fred Gordon. Donaid Stone is but a few years older than Fred, but a career of vice and villainy have stam an at look upon his cunning and repulsive fea- ures. While at school the young men formed the acquaintance of Edwina Carroll. This acquaint- ance ripened into close friendship as the years came and passed. Suffice it to say that Gordon was the favored suitor and Stone was an unsuc- cessful rival. From that moment the young men were bitter and sworn enemies, Stone in- formed a circle of boon companions that Gor- don’s life would pay the penalty of his crushed hopes. The fellow suddenly dlenppectndd and no traces were found of the jilted suitor. The day of the wedding arrived and the young couple awaited the supreme moment with anxiety. In a few short hours they would be man and wife. While thus awaiting the ceremony, a bouquet of beautiful flowers was brought in and presented to Edwina. She had scarcely inhaled their fragrance when she fell upon the floor insensible and to all appearance dead. > ll restoratives proved futile, and the cere- mony of a wedding was transformed into a funeral. Fred Gordon’s grief was something indescrib- able, and he raved like a madman. The flowers had been saturated with a subtle poison, whose very smell was sufficient to cause death. It was some unknown drug, and_ it baffled the skill of the wisest physicians. The perpetrator was unknown, and all that could be ascertained to throw light on the mystery was that a tall stranger had handed it to the servant at the door, with the request that it be given to the young couple. The body was placed in the family vault, for the features still retained the rosy complexion of youth and health. A second shock awaited the grief-stricken family, for the next morning it was discovered that the body had been stolen from the vault. No traces—no clew could be found to this second crime, and the best detec- tives were baffled in their efforts to unravel the mystery. A year passed, and Fred Gordon was a changed man. He grew reckless, and finally sought a change of scene. In Helena he found excitement and a field to partially drown his sorrows. One evening he met Donald Stone face to face in the crowded street. Astonish- ment was followed by explanations, and the wily villain told a plausible story and expressed sorrow for his former rival. The rivals became friends. Step by step Donald led Fred on to the gaming-tables, and finally lured his victim to a he ig funds confided to his care by his em- ployer. Fred was fascinated by the gambling- table, and, listening to the snake at his side, he took the funds from the safe expecting to re- lace them before the loss could be discovered. onald arranged matters with Poker Jack, and, to his joy, he saw Fred losing every dollar of the funds he had taken. Donald intended to denounce Fred the moment the money was lost, and thus disgrace him; but the unexpected turn of affairs dashed the scoundrel’s plans. rey pee Fred pocketed the gold-dust when a woman’s scream electrified the assembled group in the room, and a piteous voice shrieked oud: Save me!” CHAPTER II. DOOMED TO THE FLAMES, THE cry of distress caused each man to pause, and for a moment the quarrel between Gordon and the gambler was lost sight of. Following the scream came an oath from the lips of Donald Stone; and then a woman darted into the room as if fleeing from an unseen ene- “Save me! my. She came from the rear room in which the dance was in progress. The girl—for she could scarcely have beer more than nineteen—reached the center of the room and the miners fell back to give her a free space, and to ascertain the cause of her terror. ago he| 4
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Her golden hair streamed out behind as it swept aside the slight fastening, and her pale, but beautiful face, was turned toward the group as if mutely imploring their aid. In a moment her eyes rested upon Fred Gor- don and a thrilling cry broke from her lips as she staggered toward him and fell at his feet. “Fred! Fred!” she gasped. “Edwina! My darling! Can the grave yield up its dead?” cried the young man, as he ten- derly raised the girl from the rough floor. “‘Am I awake, or am I dreaming?” “Tll wake you from your dream!” yelled Donald Stone, dashing forward, and his hand sought a murderous-looking knife that flashed instantly into view. ‘‘Donald Stone, what is the meaning of this treachery ?”’ Fred supported the fainting girl in his arms while he turned to face his newly-found enemy. “Tt means that once again you cross my oe once again your presence threatens to dash my hopes to the earth; but we meet under different circumstances, this time. You are in - the lawless regions of Montana, and Iam both powerful and influential in this section. Fur- ther concealment is useless. We are sworn ene- mies and you are inmy power. Look your last upon the girl you now hold in your arms, for you are doomed!” The villain almost yelled every word, and as he concluded the last words of his wild speech, he brandished his weapon in a threatening manner. Another character came upon the scene, It was the person in pursuit of the girl. With an oath upon his coarse lips he bounded into the room in time to obtain a glance of the tableau afforded by the strange group in the room. He saw Edwina in the arms of the youn witnessed Donald Stone’s hostile attitude. ‘What's the matter, captain?” he cried as he drew near. ‘*Confound you!” hissed Donald as he turned savagely upon the new-comer, ‘‘ why did you allow her to escape from that room? - Curses upon you and the old hag! What good are you to me? See what you have done!” The an pointed to the young couple and then added:— “Out with your weapon! He must not leave this place alive!” “Stop! Advance another step at your peril. This girl is under my protection, and I'll defend her with my life. en—one word with you,” and Fred turned to the group of miners as he spoke. ‘‘I am single-handed and incumbered with this fainting girl. These two ruffiaus are armed and ready to take ray ute. All T ask is fair play—one at a time. ir play is all I ask; am I to have it?” ‘*Yes!” roared a dozen voices and full as many ominous clickings of firearms echoed the shout. Fora moment Donald Stone quailed, and his brutal follower shrunk behind him. The gam- bler sought a secure place behind the faro-table and toyed with a hidden pistol. The ruffians knew the spirit of the rough miners, and they knew full well that the red-shirted group bore them no love. The young man had exposed the gambler’s trick and that alone turned the group against the card sharper. Fred had appealed to the miners, demanding fair play, and that was an- other score in his favor. Donald Stone and his confederate, although feared, were universally hated by the denizens of Helena. No positive proof could be laid at his door regarding numer- ous $ h robberies, but it was almost a certainty that Donald Stone was the recognized head of the desperate band of road-agents that infested the silver regions, That he had a law- less crew at his back was not to be doubted and even in the very group that gathered around Fred Gordon, were some of the ruffian’s followers. These were waiting the si for a eneral conflict and stood ready to obey their eader’s orders. Still the majority of those gathered in the room were -fisted miners, bent upon seeing fair play, and to allow no harm done to the fair girl who had sought pro- tection in their midst. His revolver cracked 7 pepaieahs and a bullet winged its way close to the young man’s. head; a scream broke from Edwina’s lips, Following the shot came an angry shout from the assembled group. Instantly—as if by magic —every lamp was extinguished and the place was plunged in total darkness, man, and | Then followed a rapid discharge of weapons and the sound of falling tables, chairs and the crash of bottles. “This way—this way!” whispered Edwina, seizing Fred’shand. Come in this direction.” Carefully avoiding the mass of struggling men, she quickly led the way toward the door through which she had first entered. By the momentary glare of discharged fire- arms she saw the door, and a second later she had opened it and the young couple escaped from the room. The yells of the combatants arose like the howling of a tempest, and the pistol-shots fol- lowed in quick succession as both friend and foe struggled in the dark. Edwina hastily ascended a rickety flight of steps, followed by Fred. They had scarcely reached the landing above when the motley crowd that had been engaged in dancing rushed forth, pell-mell, from the rear room, to ascer- tain the cause of the row. Ina few moments a flood of light was thrown into the bar-room, re- vealing a scene of wild confusion. Men grap- pling in deadly combat lay upon the floor, and the sulphurous smoke of the revolvers filled the room and hung like a pall from the low ceiling. Donald Stone stood at the door leading to the street. He grasped a brace of six-shooters, and it was evident he had hastily taken possession of the exit in order to intercept the fugitive and her champion. A yell of rage issued from his purple lips as the light revealed the mass in the room and failed to disclose the forms of Fred Gordon and his beautiful companion. ‘A thousand curses upon you, Jack Turner: they’re gone! They’ve escaped,” and the des- preade howled like a madman and shrieked with u ry. The conflict ceased as the desperado yelled the concluding words. The burly ruffian addressed as Jack Turner darted toward Donald. “You say they have escaped? Which wa did they go? Did they pass you?” he cried, oreNo relied “they di pass **No,” repli tone; ‘they did not out through this door.” * Then wes ave still in the house; they are caged!” shouted Turner, and he darted toward the low doorway, followed by Stone. In a moment, a -dozen well-armed men had formed a barrier between the miners and the door, to prevent the angry crowd from fol- lowing the two ruffians. Their threatening ae and ugly revolvers held the miners in check. In the meantime the girl had reached the up- per part of the rough wooden building and darted into a room. Quick! Follow me into this room; it is our only chance. From this window we may be able to escape. We certainly cannot do so from the lower part of the house.” She seized Fred’s hand and drew him into the room, just as the heavy footfalls of the pursuers sounded upon the steps and their voices arose in exultation. She closed the door and eagerly glanced about for the heavy wooden bar to secure it. The dim light of a kerosene lamp disclosed the bar lying upon the floor, and a second later the noble girl had thrust it into the sockets and barred the entrance. Not a moment too soon, however, for a hand tried the door, and shook it ign e Then came a blow upon the panels, and Don- ald Stone’s voice bade the occupants open the door at once. pep or I'll break it in!” he yelled. fired at the center of the door, and a deep groan told that the bullet had found a loa ace among the ruffianly crew now en- ed in battering down the frail barrier. wina sprung toward the window and ei into the open space in the rear of the uliding. t She started back with a scream of surprise; the forms of men moved hither and thither in the gloom, showing they were on the alert and ready to cut off escape in that direction. ** Lost! lost!” she moaned, and she turned her white features toward her companion. ‘“ We will die together.” Again the ruffians thundered ai the door and the frail barrier was rapidly giving way to the force brought against it. ‘Fred! one word. Believe me true to you. Tam free from guili—l am just as innocent as the day when I placed my hand within yours and promised to me your wife.” “*T believe you, my darling.” He pressed his lips to hers and then started Wild-Fire, the Boss of the Road. 3 nervously backward as, with a loud crash, the door fell in, and the villainous crew poured into the small apartment with leveled weapons. Edwina rushed forward and her white arms encircled her lover’s neck and her slender figure endeavored to shield his form from their deadly firearms. ‘Down with him, if he moves hand or foot! Be quick about it, for the vigilantes are aroused. Seize the girl and shoot down that whelpif he resists!” Donald spoke fiercely, and, gs in hand, ke strode before the young couple. Before he could make a hostile movement, a desperado near the window uttered a ery of warning and raised his hand, ‘‘Captain! the house is surrounded! we know who they’re after! Letus be quick and get out of this or we’re all bagged!” “They’re after Wild-Fire,” cried Donald witis a sneer, ‘‘ but they'll wait a mighty long time before he falls into their clutches. Not a moment can we spare. Cage the girland down with the young bantam!” A half-dozen ruffians darted forward, and before Fred could offer a stubborn resistance be was thrown violently to the floor and bound hand and foot. ‘*Remove the girl!” cried Donald. ‘' You know the secret exit. Quick, or the cursed. vigilantes will give us trouble. Remember, your lives will answer for the girl’s safety.” Screaming and pleading the fair young girl was borne from the room and hurried down- stairs by the rascals delegated for that purpose by the arch scoundrel. ‘““What’s to be done with the young fellow?” asked Turner, pointing to the prostrate form of Fred Gordon. Donald Stone seized the kerosene lamp and dashed the fluid 4 the young man, com- pletely saturating his clothing and the floor ies which he was lying. The villain sprinkled the oil in such a manner that Gordon’s body was covered with the fluid. ** What's that for?’ demanded Turner. A grim smile played upon the evil countenance of the villain as he flung away the empty lamp and produced from a capacious pocket a dark- lantern and turned its rays upon the bound form of his victim. ‘*Listen to the dogs!” he said. The cries of the crowd surrounding the build- ing came like the roar of the angry waves upon a rock-bound coast. “Tl treat them to a sight!” he said, and he ignited a piece of paper and brought forth some combustible matter from acloset. He cast the flaming paper among the light rubbish and tongues of fire leaped upward, “He iv pretty well soaked in the oil, and so is the floor. Don’t you see through it?” he yelled to his confederates. ‘‘He’ll make a nicé bon- fire. No power on earth can save him. See, the flames reach the oil, and death claims him— ha! ha! ha!” Donald Stone and his confederates rushed forth from the burning room and closed the door upon their helpless victim, CHAPTER III, IN THE POWER OF THE OUTLAW. A DEEP and wide gully ran beside the road- way, and over this gully the houses forming the principal street had been erected. The gull answered the purpose of a cellar to each build- ing, and also a convenient hiding-place for those cy safety in rapid flight. y The two men in charge of Edwina proceeded down-stairs and passed into the low room used for dancing-parties. In the center of this room they rai a trap-door, Chon the gloomy depths of the gully. They descended by means of a rough pair of steps. : The tumult outside was increasing every mo- ment, and a volume of smoke came pouring down from the room overhead. “The captain has fired the old shanty, Wait a moment; he may want to use this passage, The black-whiskered ruffian paused upon the steps, holding the mopdoo open. moment later and the hurried tramp of feet eame from the adjoining room, and Donald Stone, followed by his villainous crew, came bounding into the room. Each outlaw descended through the trap, leaving one of their number to close it after all had safely reached the bot- tom of the gully. Volumes of smoke rolled down into the room from above. and acrackling sound told that the flames were devouring the ary combustibles and rapidly spreading onald Stone led the way under the buildings
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A. Wi followed by kis men, They followed the zig- | sat close beside her, and she was a helpless cap- zag course of the gully until they emerged from beneath a rickety old wooden shanty and came into an open space. Several horses stood in a clump of trees not a dozen rods away and an outlaw held them ready for immediate use. Searcely had the foremost ruffian appeared in the open space when a bullet whizzed past his head and a chorus of shouts broke upon the night air; a score of men came dashing toward the retreating rascals. “ The vigilantes!” roared Donald. ‘‘ Hach man strike out for himself and make for the head-quarters.” The desperado seized Edwina in his brawny arms as if she had been a mere infant and sprung toward the horses, followed by several of his companions, A moment later he was in the saddle, and reaching down he seized the girl and placed her a the pommel before him. Then he sunk the spurs into the flanks of the steed he bestrode and the animal sprung forward like an arrow from a bow. A rapid discharge of pistols awoke the slum- bering echoes and cut the air close to the es- caping bandits. Donald Stone’s mounted con- federates dashed after their leader while the balance of his followers sought flight among the huge bowlders and thick ‘bushes’ skirting’ the nillside. The sounds of pursuit grew fainter as the out- law and his cavalcade plunged jnto the wild passes and canyons of the vicinity. ““ Now, my pretty one,” he whispered to tho trembling girl, ‘‘ you are again in my keeping and ll warrant you will not again Pee This has been a sad night’s work for you. ou have hastened your lover’s death. eis bound and helpless in yonder burning building and no power can save him from the flames. You will forget him and remember hereafter that you are mine and mine alone.” Donald turned in his saddle and uttered a fiendish laugh as he beheld the dull glare in the sky—reflecting the flames of the distant burn- ing building. A low groan of anguish issued from the lips of the fair captive and her head sunk upon her bosom and tears pattered down upon her cheeks, ‘*Why do you persecute me?” she moaned. “‘? have never harmed you, and yet you have kept mein captivity, and compelled me toremain - met wild country—far from home and kin- dred. The outlaw laughed—a cruel and mocking Jaugh that caused the girl to shrink away from him. ‘Why do I persecute you? That question is easily answered. You mistake my love for per- secution. Once you refused those attentions and accepted the love of one whom you will never see again. When one plan fails I gener- ally try another. You remember the manner in which I cheated Fred Gordon of his bride? Istole your inanimate form from the vault and bore you to the Far West—not without trouble and care, however. Once here you were in the paradise of the fearless and the free. Surrounded by a devoted band of followers I rule supreme. Your home is among the brave and reckless spirits, and you will never agein behold the cities of the East. If you remain here for years you will see the same bleak yaountains and dismal ravines, for they are m home and. yours. Mine you will be, though 1 patiently wait years for your free consent. indess has failed to gain cere heart but force will eventually win it. You Pe grt? hard ‘to agcompany me to Helena, and I, fool that I was, granted your request, aoe I placed Ade in the care of one of my trus followers. ou managed to elude him and discover that ¥red Gordon still lived and was so near to you. But that discovery has proved fatal to him. He is beyond the aid of human power, and you have caused the tumult that ensued. The vigil- antes are on my track and I will be compelled to remain in the mountains. Once in the im- penetrable chain of hills, I defy an army to dislodge me, or trail me to my secret rendez- vous. Donald Stone’s voice grew harsher as he pro- e-eded, and when he spoke of the vigilantes he fairly hissed the words, and maliciously spurred the horse forward while a mufiled oath lingered upon his tongue. Edwina failed to suppress the sobs that arose to her lips. She had met the man she loved de- wotedly and had been rudely torn from his side, while he was doomed to a horrible death mid the flames. The wretch who had wrought all this misery tive in his hands. In her hour of sorrow her lips moved in prayers and even as she rode among that out- w band, her supplications arose to the All- seeing Ruler and implored His aid. Perhaps Fred was saved from his perilous po- sition, and the flames had been robbed of their victim. She still hoped against hope. After the long separation she had met the one who was ber husband in the sight of heaven, and yet she was forced away by the man she loathed and feared. No wonder the poor girl’s tears fell thick and fast, and she drew away from the ruffian as if his very touch was far more poisonous than the adder’s. eee an opportunity would present itself whereby she could escape and successfully elude the outlaw. Buoyed up by this thought she partially checked her tears and again murmured a prayer. onald’s followers rode at a respectful dis- tance, and in the dim light the cavalcade re- sembled grim phantoms mounted upon specter steeds. Upon either side the tall jagged rocks towered like the walls of an ancient fortress, Now and then the horsemen crossed swift but narrow streams that swept across the narrow roadway. It was evident that the outlaws had selected this intricate road through the ravines in order to mislead any parties following in pursuit, and also to select good points in case of close quar- ters, whereby the pursuing party could be held in check and destroyed. It was easily to be seen that Donald Stone ex- pected no pursuit, for he allowed the horse to ick his way over the rough road in the defile. is confederates i se their weapons and rode behind their chief, ready to turn and face any pursuing party. ot a word came from the mounted bandits. They rode in silence but on the alert, while mile after mile was rapidly traversed, and the gloomy shadows deepened in the ravines. Again and again Donald endea- vored to converse with his captive, but she re- fused to reply or even to glance toward the brutal creature who held her in his power. ‘You won’t talk to me?’ he said gruffly. .| ‘*Perhaps I can induce you to talk by mention- ing Fred Gordon’s name.” A slight shudder swept through the little form and a moan issued from her ‘lips; Donald saw the advantage he had gained. “T thought that would cause you to utter a word or two,” he said; ‘‘ but you might as well cease to think of him. He dead—dead to you, and the sooner you realize the fact that you are to be mine—the better for you.” ** Yours?” she gasped. “Sooner would I die the most horrible and lingering death that hu- man ag can suggest! Yours? Never! when I see that all hope is gone I will kill ay self at your feet, but while I live and breathe you can never claim me. You can nover break my resolutions; I will die still gasping the words I hate you—murderer of the one I love even beyond the grave.” : Her voice thrilled the outlaw and its tones rung in his ears. He listened attentively, and when she had concluded he bit his lips to sup- poo the rage that surged upward from his eart and he even clinched his hand to strike the beautiful girl that had denounced and de- fied him, but he wisely, checked himself. You will change your opinion before long. You will sue for a kind word and beg for a smile. Ill break your proud spirit. ou for- get that we are far from the haunts of civiliza- tion. We are in the wild regions where might makes right. I rule these regions, and the name of ‘‘ Wild-Fire” is dreaded even by brave men, and shall I allow a weak girl to openly de- fy me and dictate to me? No! Enough of this foolish talk, Willing or unwilling you are mine. ‘Threats, tears and supplications will not avail aa My word is law, both with my lawless followers and with you.’ Donald grasped the reins of his steed and again areed the beast forward. > “Coward! do your worst! I still breathe words of defiance!” said Edwina. Placed in such a position and having no hope of mercy from the villain, her proud and brave spirit had asserted itself and the young girl fully determined upon desperate measures to protect herself. very name of ‘‘ Wild-Fire” had sent a thrill of terror thorough the Sark He was the most crafty and daring of all r nts—the most reckless of all robbers, and his exploits sent dismay into every part of the silver regions. ld-Fire, the Boss of the Road. a Wild-Fire had skillfully concealed his identity under a most repulsive mask, His followers were masked in the same manner. Various rewards bad been offered but no amount of money had yet put the vigilantes on the track of this ‘‘ Boss” of the road. The treasure-boxes of the coaches continued to pour out their valuable contents into the treasury of | the bold robber, and the mining-camps paid the tributes exacted by the fearless ruffian. But, who was he? Noone had ever caught a glimpse of his face. Surrounded by bis bold riders and followers he moved a living mystery—a man without a face—a man without a name, Yet, Edwina had discovered the identity of the robber chief. Donald Stone had revealed the secret to her! The man whom she had re- jected was the man feared in the silver regions —hunted by the vigilantes with a price upon his head! The group of horsemen plunged into a deeper ravine and had just emerged upon a level plateau when a voice came from the gloom beyond. “Who goes there?” was the challenge. “The Wolves of Satan’s Gap,” responded Donald. Me CHAPTER IV. “CRAZY LUKE,” CLouDS of smoke rolled through the little room where Fred Gordon lay helpless on the floor, bound hand and foot in the center of a fiery circle. Tongues of flame leaped wildly toward him, fed by the oil upon the floor, and each second drawing nearer to the doomed man. It was a most appalling moment, for his life trembled in the balance. Breathing became difficult, and each effort to inhale the air choked him with the dark smoke that rolled over and enveloped him like a thick pall. Another effort to gain but a mouthful of air and Fred gave himself up for lost. A sheet of flame darted over him and part of his clothing was seized upon by the fiery mon- ste ri At that very instant the window was shat- tered and hurled into the room and a form leaped into the smoke and flame. The person crept rapidly to the prostrate form upon the floor, and seizing the young man bore him to the open window. Not a moment too soon was this accomplished, for the flames darted after both rescued and rescuer as if angry in thus being robbed of their prey. They roared through the apartment and came like a legion ot temons toward the window. Several quick slashes with a keen knife severed the ropes bind- ing Fred and he stood forth, untrammeled. “Quick! Lose not a moment! Out of that window or we are both lost!” shouted his res- cuer. Fred darted through the window, and his quick eye discovered the manner in which his rescuer had reached it. A tree grew close to the building, and one of its branches almost touched the window sill. Fred ae outward, and, grasping the limb, swung himself out toward the trunk, The next moment the person who had saved him from the flames leep°d out upon the stout limb, and, hand-over-hand, made his way to- ward the tree-trunk. Hardly had he sprung out from the window when the forked flames darted as in a vain attempt to seize a victim. Baffled and cheated, they hissed and roared like fiery serpents, while a’ shout arose from the group below as the young man and his rescuer reached the ground in safety. The wooden building offered but a slight re- sistance to the flames, and but little effort was made to save it. The most intense excitement reigned, and men rushed hither and thither, seeking a solu- tien to the cause of the conflagration. Fred had barely touched the ground when a figure stepped hurriedly toward him. Fora moment only did an object glisten in the person’s hand; then followed a sharp, quick re- port and a bullet grazed Gordon’s forehead. The would-be assassin did not wait to ascer- tain the result of the shot, but turned quickly and fled into the dark shadows of a by-street and was lost to view before any one could start in pursuit. @ person was Jack Turner, and ten minutes afterward he was speeding away to the outlaw’s stronghold to acquaint him with the result of the burning house and its intended victim. “The captain’s plan was a failure,” chuckled the rascal as he sped along, ‘‘ but my pistol fin- ished him, and I’ll claim a reward for that.” Fred turned to thank his deliverer and at the same time to discover who it was that a
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risked his life in order to rescue him from the death which the scoundrel, Donald Stone, had doomed him to. A strange face met his gaze. A mass of shaggy gray whiskers almost covered | the stranger’s features, and a flowing mass of hair fell down upon the red shirt worn by him. A broad slouched hat partly imprisoned the hair and added to the person’s wild appear- ance. Small, piercing black eyes, restless as the sea, peeped from bereath the shaggy eye- brows. A broad leather belt encircled his waist and held a slender but rusted dagger. A pair of well-worn top-boots incased his feet, The toes were protruding from the torn boots that matched the tattered pair of pantaloons worn by the odd-looking creature. Even the red shirt was patched and torn, and barely cov- ered the body of the strange individual. As Fred turned to gaze upon his deliverer the odd personage removed his hat and bowed low to the young man and uttered a wild laugh, “Ha! ha! ha! Thefire didn’t burn you. No sir. The flames didn’t scorch you. wouldn't let them—no, sir!” Another pealof wild laugh- ter burst from his lips and he continued: ‘TI knew you were there and the fire was creeping toward you, so I imagined myself a squirre and I flew up the tree and pulled you out, didn’t 1?” ‘You have saved my life,” replied Gordon, ‘“‘and I am eternally grateful to yon. How can T ever repay you, my brave fellow?” Gordon extended his hand and the strange person eagerly seized it and wrung it cordially. ‘““You are tho first one that has talked so kindly to me, and the first to shake hands with Crazy Luke. T’ll not forget it—not forget it!” and the half-witted creature repeated the sen- tence over and over. “Hurrah for Crazy Luke!” cried, a miner, and the crowd. burst forth into a deafening cheer. “Young fellow, we’re mighty glad. you’ve got out of that scrape so easy, for you were in a tight fix and no mistake. Crazy Luke has saved your life, and hereafter any man_ that makes fun of the idiot or plays any tricks on hin) is a cur, and 1, for one, will, give him a lead pill out of my shooter—darn me if I don’t.” The tall miner who had stepped forth and delivered the above speech was greeted by a loud shout and cries of approval. In the meantime the flames had spread with wonderful rapidity, and the gambling-den and dance-house were a seething mass of flames and threatening to destroy the adjoining buildings. The unfortunate creatures who had fallen in the bloody battle in the gambling-room were probably still in the burning building. Dead or dying they were left to their fate, for the flames drove back all who ventured within a dozen yards of the building fronting upon the street. “Look here, mister,” said the miner, who had championed the idiot, ‘my name’s Tom Forbes, and I rapt help the weak side, Come, tell me how is it that you were left in that room up there?” : “T can relate all in a very few words. Ihave been the victim of a wily scoundrel. Scarcely a year ago, through. his devilish ingenuity I lost one who was to have been my wife. The loss of the one I loved so well drove me _ into reckless deeds, and, seeking a change to obliter- ato scenes that were heavy with sorrow to me, I eame to the silver regions and obtained a good position. I met this fiend, here in these very streets, and I listened to his smooth tongue and forgot the past. Little by little he lured me to the gambling-dens and brought me to the verge of ruin—almost made me a thief. To-night I discovered that the woman I love is still living, still true to me, and she is in that villain’s power. Almost as soon as we met I was overpowered by the villain and his followers and bound hand and foot. He prepared a horrible death for me, but, thanks to my frievd here, I have been snatched from the very jaws of death.” “You relate a very strange story,” said Forbes. ‘ You say that the girl is living and you saw her to-night?’ 7 ** Yes; but he has stolen her again, She lives and is still loyal to me, and that is sufficient. Pll track him to the end of the world if it is ne- eessary. The world is not wide enough to hide him from me while Edwina is a captive in his hands,” cried Gordon, ‘vehemently. “His name? who is the villain that has stolen e 9” “Donald Stone!” A quick, low cry escaped from the lips of the idiot as Donald Stone’s name was mentioned. Fred turned quickly to ascertain the cause of the demented creature’s astonishment, but the face of the maniac betrayed no emotion. It re- tained the same meaningless expression—the same vacant stare. If the features had momen- tarily shown the surprise occasioned by the mere mention of the outlaw’s name they again became fixed in vacancy when the young man and the bystanders quickly turned. ‘Donald Stone!” repeated Forbes. | ‘‘The name is astrange one to me; never heard it be- fore. “That is strange, for the man [ allude to al- most dwells in this town. He was here among you, this cory night, It was he that lured me into Poker Jack’s den, and it was he that at- tacked me when the trembling girl flew into my arms for safety. It was he that abandoned me to the flames. He moves and dwells among you, and yet you do not know him.” Fred looked suspiciously at the tall miner. Forbes gave vent to a low whistle, and the light of the burning house casting a ruddy glare upon ie features revealed a look of surprise upon them. ‘“*T see—I see,” he exclaimed; ‘‘I know the man now, but not by that name. Here, among us he is known as Walter Carson. So the fel- low has another alias has he? He is a strange bird. Sometimes he is in town for a week at a time and then again he is absent for a: long spell. Pve noticed that a big robbery always takes place, either before or aiter he has lounged around the locality. He is looked upon as the ee of honesty by many, but Pll stake my life 16 is in league with that imp of the devil Wild- Fire, the rascal who proclaims. himself the Boss of the Road. Many a treasure-box has fallen into the hands of ‘that daring scoundrel, and I shouldn’t wonder if Mister. Walter Carson had got a share of it too. So, Donald Stone alias Carson is your man, eh?” ‘Yes; he has again stolen the young woman from me and holds her in captivity.” Again the low cry—a muffled moan ‘issued from the fool’s lips, and he laid his hand upon the hilt of the rusted dagger. ‘‘No matter what name they call him,” he said apparently to himself; ‘Vil find him yet. Her blood is upon this blade and cries aloud for vengeance. Nero will know him if my eyes fail to recognize his features; he'll know him— he’ll know him, for he has got more sense than Crazy Luke. Call him by whatever name you will he will yet fall into my bands and Nero will tell me if he is the man.” Fred gazed upon the idiot as he uttered his threat and drew nearer to the poor fellow. “Have you, too, a wrong that needs righting?’ he asked, “T have a wrong that nothing but blood—his blood—can wipe out. Not until his blood covers this rusted blade, and hides her blood from m a ggg my wrongs be effaced. But where is ero! The idiot placed a curious bone whistle to his lips and blew a shrill blast upon it. A moment later and the deep bay of a dog re- sounded upon the outskirts of the crowd, and a buge mastiff bounded into the circle to croueh at the maniac’s feet and lick his hands. The beast glared upon the assembled group as if his strange master was in peril. A low growl caine from its blood-red throat, and it exposed the gleaming fangs in a ferocious manner. ‘No! no! he isn’t here!” said the idiot, sooth- ingly, as he patted the dog’s head. ‘“ But, we'll find him yet. Patience, patience! We'll find him yet!” CHAPTER V. THE WOLVES OF SATAN’S GAP. SURROUNDED by inaccessible rocks and masses of bowlders was an open space deep in the very ‘heart of the wild range of mountains where the outlaw band had selected the rendezvous and a permanent abode. Scarcely a quarter of a mile away to the north was the stage rode leading to Helena. It wound along the base of the moun- tain, and then through a most gloomy canyon. Halt-way through this canyon was a wide, deep fissure—a, vast cleft in the rocky upheaval of the earth. A rude but strong ald of logs and trees formed a bridge to cross this chasm, and over this structure, the coach was compelled to pass in its journey to and from the: mini towns. Black masses of rock towered hi above the road, completely shutting out the rays of sunlight. A more desolate spot could scarcely be found, as no sign of life relieved the awful gloom and oppressive silence. Notashrub or blade of grass made its appearance in the dis- mal precincts of Satan’s Gap. It was rightly named, for if the prince of - he ee ga darlmess ever frequented a spot it surely must have been the awful region named after him. The open space referred to'was on the summit of the rocks overlooking Satan’s Gap and hewn out of the rocky mass by the hand of nature. It certainly resembled a giant citadel or fort- ress perched upon tho peak of a mouwntain. From the ‘battlements ” could be seen the gloomy gap far below, and a good view of the road was obtained in like manner. The cunning mind that selected the spot knew full well that a handful of armed men could hold an army at bay from their citadel. It was into this open space that’ Donald Stone had ridden when the outlaw sentry challenged him. In a harsh voice the ruffian gave tho password. “The Wolves of Satan’s Gap!” The faint moonbeams revealed the form of the sentry as he came forward to hold the bridle while his chief dismounted. Donald assisted Edwina from the saddle and led the way toward a dark cavity in the side of the rocky wall. A man came forth from the aperture bearing a blazing torch and led the way into the: dark depths of the rock-bound cavern, followed by Donald and his captive. The remainder of the bandits dismounted and a few seconds later both men and horses had dis- appeared within hidden openings and a silence reigned in the space. Nosigns of life anywhere except in the figuro hidden by a bowlder, whe guarded the only entrance and who stood as if carved from the rock itself. Donald passed through the first vaulted pass- age until he reached a large chamber; the guide fixed the torch in the side of the apartment and cast a few sticks wpon the remains of a fire. In cnecorner of this chamber was a couch ¢om- posed of furs and robes. Edwina walled to is, casting herself upon it and hid her face with her hands. Donald did not’ notice his captive but drew néar to the fire and flung his hat into a corner. “* Back again,” murmured he, ‘and a tough night’s workit has been too. Lcamenear losing the girl and had a scrimmage with the miners. Thad to burn down PokerJack’s shanty in order to destroy a dangerous rival. Gettméa glass of brandy. I’m tired and thirsty.” The bandit who had preceded tho ontlaws into the cavern, advanced to a little cupboard constructed in the side of the rocky wall, and opening it he produced a bottle and a few pny Donald poured out a portion of the iquor and drank it. *You say that you've had trouble to-night, captain?” “Yes, lots of it!” responded the villain, * but. thank fortune it’s over now and the girl is sti in my hands.” Donald then gave his listener a graphic ac- count of the night’s adventure and the manner in which he had disposed of his rival. He had barely concluded when a slight commotion in the narrow persage was borne to his ears, and the next moment the well-known form of Jack Turner entered tho chamber. This ruffian was breathless; he sunk down upon a kep before the fire and rested ‘a few moments before he spoke. “What's the matter?’ demanded Dona'd. “Matter enough, captain! .The young feller that you tied up and left in the room to be burnt up, escaped the flames!” Donald hurled the glass to the rocky floor, and an oath burst from his lips as the shattered vessel rattled upon the hard surface. “You lie!” he fairly shrieked as he leaped to his feet, trembling with rage. A glad ery escaped from the lips of the girl lying upon the couch as she heard the tidings of her lover’s escape from the dreadful fate to which he had been doomed, and she clasped her hands in silent prayer. “You lie!” rosared Donald. “No human being could possibly escape from the fire, for I did not, leave until I saw the flames leap upon him, fed by the oil which I threw upon him and the floor.” ; “Nevertheless, I say that he has escaped,” re- asserted Turner, calmly. “T have just come from the burning house and saw bim’ rescued.” “By whom?” thundered the bandit. a erazy person—that wild-looking crea- ture they call Crazy Luke.” “Curse him! Who is he?” “JT don’t know. TI have ccen him of late loi- tering around the town, but I can’t place his fea- g him be- “ Curse the fool! What induced him to enter that building and rescx6 the man I hate?” - Donald paced the chamber like a wild beast He roundly cursed the idiot that tures, nor do I recollect éver ‘se fore.” in its cage.
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6 ihad foiled him of the satisfaction of knowin that Fred Gordon was a shapeless and ch mass in the ruins of the building. A grim smile played upon Turner’s lips as he ‘beheld Donald’s rage. He remained silently re- arding the bandit as he paced to and fro, and viet exclaimed: ‘What would you giveif you knew he was dead?” “Tm in no humor for joking!” “Tm not joking. I’m asking you a fair and Square question: what would you give if you iknew he was positively dead?” ‘* Ask me for anything within the bounds of reason; but look you, Jack Turner, I’m in no mood for pleasantries, and beware how you trifle with me!” Donald again resumed his measured tread up- em the rocky floor. “* Would you give a thousand dollars?” ‘The outlaw stopped suddenly and faced ‘Turner. ‘* Yes+a thousand dollars—gladly !” “* Then hand over the spondulix for I’ve fixed your man.” ‘What do you mean?” “He had barely reached the ground when I @arted forward with my pistol and let him have iit, point blank.” “ With what result?” cried Donald, eagerly. *‘ He dropped dead at my feet.” Edwina uttered a piercing scream, and sunk insensible upon the couch. “‘You are positive that you saw him fall dead?’ “* Yes, Pll swear to it!” replied Turner. ‘I Turner’s eyes gleamed savagely as he spoke, wnd he noted with satisfaction the pleased look that swept over Donald’s face. ‘‘T had to run for it, captain. The vigilantes were at my heels, and gave me a lively chase.” The lying villain gave a thrilling account of a hhair-breadth escape in order to convince the bandit chief of the se a of the daring deed he had accomplish “You are sure that Fred Gordon is dead?’ Donald demanded. “Yes; [saw him fall.” ‘Very well; the amount will be yours. Now for the cursed meddling fool who tee rice in ‘“Zordon’s behalf; do you think you would know thim again? Strange that I have never met him rk my frequent visits to Helena.” ““T'd know him, captain, for he’s the craziest looking specimen you ever saw,” and Turner de- seri e idiot minutely to the bandit chief. Donald listened attentively and appeared wnuch annoyed. Edwina revived and overheard the doscription given of her lover’s rescuer, and she ies him. Donald walked to the cupboard and poured erat another deep potion of the fiery liquid and ‘embibed it. *‘ Look you! This fool, idiot, or whatever you wall him, must be destroyed. He may be in our sway some future time.” Little did the road-agent dream what an im- portant part the fool would play in the drama «about to be enacted, and that he would meet the maaniac at a critical point of the drama in eguestion! Donald murmured a few words to himself and ‘again seated himself before the fire. he outlaw who had entered the cavern in ad- wance of the bandit leader remained a silent ‘wpectator and listener of the interview between Teonald and Jack Turner. He finally stepped forward and laid his hand mapon the road-agent’s shoulder, _ “Captain! Do you forget that to-night the w®oach passes through the gap with a valuable Sreasure box and an armed escort?’ “‘Confound it! I had almost forgotten it. “My mind was fixed upon the events of this waight’s adventure. Quick! Pass the word to tthe boys. Expect a stubborn resistance, for the ‘@xeasure is a rich one and the armed escort are wm the qui vive for the road-agents. They’ Yave to be mighty cute to evade Wild-Fire—” “Or the Wolves of Satan’s Gap,” added Jack ‘Wurner, dramatically, and he bounded out of the nah into a low and narrow passage close at n Here, you Hank! Keep your eyes on the Weauty yonder. Don’t allow her to leave this piace under any pretext. Now for business!” Donald passed within a few feet of the couch wad glanced at-his captive, but she turned her tue from him. The bandit uttered a light laugh «nd passed out from the chamber, ‘ : clining form upon the couch. Edwina tried in vain to su that welled up into her eyes. ress the tears ne moment her heart had rejoiced to hear of her lover’s safety: The next minute she had been plunged into a ject sorrow by Turner’s words. Outside of the road-agents’ haunt the night was intensely dark, and the moon occasiona struggled to peep through the dark clouds that swept over her face. Crouched among the giant bowlders upon either side of the gap were motionless figures eagerly listening to the advancing vehicle. ‘’Sh! The coach iscoming. Be on the alert. Remember the signal—‘ Wolves show your fangs!’” said a voice in hushed whispers. earer drew the coach. The horses’ hoofs sounded close at hand, and a dark mass moved toward the bridge, over the chasm. The next moment the horses were upon the bridge, and the lumbering vehicle rolled upon the structure. A moment later and the coach was in Satan’s Gap. The moon struggled through the clouds for an instant only, but in that brief interval it re- vealed the armed escort upon the coach and the pehesse Jaina ugh the windows, hen dark forms issued rapidly from the bowl- ders and —— out into the roadway. The moon shone brighter, and revealed the figures distinctly. Each form had the hideous head and features of a wolf, and a brace of revolvers was grasped by each mysterious being, CHAPTER VI. THE NEW CAPTURE. ALTHOUGH the armed escort upon and within the stage coach had been upon the alert and ase to meet resistance in that dreaded lo- yet so sudden had been the attack, and aid by the intense gloom, that the weird-look- ing figures in the roadway had covered the armed men with their weapons. One look at the forms whose heads were incased in the masks formed of wolf-heads, and the driver reined in the horses with a cry of surprise. “ Wild-Fire’s gang!” he gasped. “Down with — weapons! The first amon you that raises but a finger dies!” shouted a lou voice from beneath the repulsive mask, ‘‘ You see we have the drop on you. Every man of you is covered by a brace of revolvers, and the persons inside of the coach are treated in the same way.” The road-agent’s words were true in every re- t, for each hideously-masked outlaw had singled out his man, and the polished tubes of the weapons were leveled direct at the person selected. Even as the advanced figure concluded, a dozen of the same masked figures arose upon either side of the coach, apparently from the very earth itself, and the muzzles of their weapons actually peeped ominously into the windows of the coach. Silently and swiftly the road-agents had sprung a their prey, and without the slightest resistance the coach and its armed passengers were at the mercy of the bold outlaws. It was evident that the con- trolling spirit of the robber league laid his plans skillfully, and his followers executed them with the precision of clockwork. The stage- coaches were never stopped in the same spot, therefore it was impossible to know when and where to look for the attack. The escort knew that Satan’s Gap was the dangerous ravine, but as it was fully a quarter of a mile long it re- quired constant vigilance until the dread regions were passed in safety. The passengers had but time to observe the wolf-heads masking the features of the attack- ing party when the leader again spoke. * Down with the treasure-chest and be lively with it! Cover every man, boys! Keep your fingers upon the triggers! Upon the least sign of treachery shoot and don’t miss your man! Come, pay toll to the Boss of the Road! Wild- Fire never asks but once for the tall.” ' A moment later and the iron-bound chest was produced and handed down. Two masked fig: ures seized it and laid it upon the ground. third advanced with a heavy ax and struck the chest several blows, shattering the lock. “Light! Examine the contents!” ordered the foremost figure. A dark-lantern flasbed its rays upon the box while an outlaw threw open the lid and ex- the contents of the ¢ to the surround- group. 5 t was filled with small sacks of gold-dust and bars of metal. “ All right! No cheat about that! Drive on. | Remember you’re not out of danger until you have left Satan’s Gap far behind you! From every bowlder a pair of eyes is watching every movement. Good-night, and remember your bloodless meeting with the Wolves of Satan’s Gap.” ‘The masked figure laughed gleefully and motioned the driver onward. The coach rolled along through the gap, relieved of its treasure- box. The wheels rumbled over the rough road and the coach was soon swallowed up in the — and the noise of the vehicle died away in he distance. At the very first appearance of the wolf- masks and the shout of their leader, a portly figure had drop to the ground from the rear part of the coach and now lay concealed behind a huge rock. This personage watched the group of bandits and to his consternation he saw one burly ruffian approach the very spot where he lay concealed. Before the hidden watcher could craw] away in the darkness the advancing outlaw cast the rays of a lantern oe the bowlder, and exposed the person hidden behind the rock. “‘Hello! Here’s somebody that wants to in- terview the Wolves!” exclaimed the bandit. Each masked figure drew a weapon, and the click, click of the triggers warned the discovered intruder that his hour was at hand. **Oh, gentlemans—don’t shoot! I vas. falled off dot coaches, unt I didn’t know how to climbed on in.” The portly figure emerged from the shadow of the bowlder, and came into full view of the outlaws. He started back asif in terror, and uttered a cry of alarm as he saw the hideous head and features of the wolf surmounting the shoulders of eacn armed person that surrounded im. “Och! Himmel! Vot is dot? Oh, vot kind of a is dot? Mans mit wolf’s heads on dem es. Och, dem vill eat me like a cat vill dem mouses!” and the German trembled and drew away from the road-agents. “Who are you?” thundered the foremost fel- low, his eyes gleamin Mahe the apertures and resembling the orbs of the savage animal whose head covered his face—s strange light of ferocity probably occasioned by the rays of the dark lantern, which flashed its light full upon the mask. ‘*Who I vos?” repeated the stout German. “‘T vos Dietrich Shuttleheimer. Who vos you, anyhow!” ‘Silence! Do you know you are standing upon the brink of eternity?” The fat German started backward, as if he had been standing upon dangerous ground, and exclaimed: ‘*Himmel, I didn’t shoost know dat I vos standing on dot brink!” ‘What are you doing here? Were you left by accident, or did you leave the coach inten- tionally?’ fiercely asked the leader of the masks. “No, sir! Der coach left me.” A low laugh came from the assembled group, and as they gazed upon the features of the frightened Dutchman they could discover no signs of the real emotion that was at that mo- ment uppermost in the stout German’s mind. He appeared terror-stricken, and trembling in every limb he sunk upon his knees, and his teeth chattered. The cause of his terror was the heavy revolver that was suddenly presented to his head by the chief of the Wolves. ‘‘Down on your knees! In five seconds you're a dead man!” said the outlaw. “Oh, Mister Wolf!” groaned the kneeling fig- ure. ‘I don’d got any grudges against you. I don’d care if you vas robbed the stage coaches fifty times a day; vot is dot my usiness?— notings. I wish I vasa robber. By Himmel, I vould rob pennies von a dead man’s eyes, [ vas yust so big a tief like all you gentlemans.” The bandits laughed, and the German, seein the advantage thus gained, quickly followed i u p. ““Yust give me a chance to rob somebodies unt you vill see dot I can be yust cobig a rascal like any von vot you are.” ‘* Arise!” commanded the leader. ‘‘ Now aes i him and lead him into the prison- vault, A bandit stepped forward and placed a ban- dage over Dietrich’s eyes while another bound the German’s hands behind with a stout piece of twine. “Say, hold on! pro ci ty. *“* That’s all right! lead on!” The masked figures moved toward the rock: bound citadel. Two of the outlaws conveyed I can’t vas see nottings!” Dietrich in a tone of perfect simpli-
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the chest while two more led the blindfolded | Dutchman onward. Dietrich tL up a continual flow of funny re- marks while his guides led him over the rocky pathway, causing him to stumble and swear in German as he proceeded toward the bandits’ re- treat. Even as he fell and pretended to hurt himself, the crafty German had managed to move the bandage in such a manner that he could obtain an occasional glimpse of the surroundings. The outlaws entered the gloomy passage lead- ing into the cavern retreat, and Dietrich found himself in the chamber where Edwina still re- clined upon the couch. Something like a thrill of pleasure swept through the German’s form, and he started visibly. Only for an instant, however, for the next moment he was calm and indifferent to the surroundings. Hank still lounged before the fire and looked up in surprise as the two wolf-masks led the captured Dutch- man into the room. The two masked outlaws retired and a few moments later Donald Stone entered the apart- ment. Divested of the wolf mask the arch scoundrel entered the chamber and a grim smile played _— his features as his eyes rested upon the blindfolded Dutchman standing like a statue in the center of the vaulted chamber. The bandit chief walked toward a small deal table and placed his two revolvers upon it and unloosened his leather belt. “* Hank! you will have a new boarder,” said Donald. ‘‘When I return you can put him into that small chamber to the right and be sure he is secured. I’m afraid I’ve got an elephant on my hands.” “By Himmel, I vish I could get dis rag off von my eyes so dot I could see dot elephant ou your hands—ha! ha! ha! Dot’s funny—a ele- phant on his hands!” Dietrich laughed heartily as he pictured the outlaw with an elephant on his hands. Donald walked slowly out of the chamber and Hank seated himself in sucha manner that he could observe the Dutchman. “Say, Hank! I want to talk some tings mit you. Hank started in surprise as he heard the Dutchman call him by name. ‘*How did you know my name was Hank?” demanded the seated outlaw. “Oh, Mister Wild-Fire told me dot Hank vould look out for me unt Hank vould look out for Miss Edwina too!” aswered Dietrich. Edwina looked up in surprise as she heard her name mentioned. She saw nothing in the red features and yellow hair of the Teuton to recall any previous meeting. Even as she looked toward the Dutchman she saw him walk toward the table. ‘*Now, look here, Hank; I vish dot my hands vas loose. I got a leetle bottle of visky in my — unt I bet dot you never drank sometings ike dot. Hank, you like goot visky; 1 can tolt dot by your nose, Hank.” Hank arose from his seat and approached the Dutchman. The excellence of the whisky had excited his curiosity and before Dietrich had spoken a dozen words the outlaw had released the hands and the whisky-flask was eagerly seized. Hank quickly sampled the contents of the flask and while he was thus engaged Dietrich walked toward the table. He made but one movement and that one movement was as rapid as the lightning’s flash. n that One movement he had seized both re- volvers and they were concealed in his pocket. When Hank lowered the flask the Dutchman was standing immovable as a statue and at a respectful distance from the table. The move- ment had escaped the outlaw’s notice, but Hd- wina had observed the act. Why did the prison- er seize upon the weapons of the bandit chief? Was hea friend or was he merely concealing the weapons for his personal advantage? Yet he had mentioned her name. How did he as- certain it? Edwina pondered these questions over and over as peed ret upon the blindfolded figure. Hank had barely time to return the to the German’s waist-coat pocket when the heavy footfall of the outlaw chief resounded in the pone and Donald strode into the room. ould he discover the loss of his wea pons? CHAPTER VII. ABANDONED TO A TERRIBLE FATE. Hank did not have time to again bind the hands of the Dutchman and that individual placed his hands behind him in such a manner Wild-Fire, the Boss of the Road. 7 nn genes that only a close observer would had noticed that the hands were untied and at liberty. The road-agent entered the chamber and Ed- wina gave vent to a sigh of relief as she saw him pass by the table, never even once glancing toward it. Hank had resumed his place before the fire and he bit into a huge piece of tobacco in order to conceal the fumes of the liquor. The occu- pants of the cavern were in exactly the same positions they occupied when Donald made his exit from the room. The bandit paused a few moments near the fire and then approached Edwina. The young girl could see that the liquor had flushed the features of the robber and she nerved herself for the scene she knew was about to follow. “T was called away from your side 2 urgent business,” said he, ** but now the matter has been attended to and I am again at liberty to devote my attentions to you, Miss Carroll.” ‘You can spare yourself that trouble,” re- plied Edwina, inagitdiy: ‘* Ah! Don’t beso sarcastic! You forget where you are. You really forget that you are not in your own home, but in mine. But it will be yours also, for, as my wife, you will have to share -— castle.” Donald drew still nearer to his beautiful cap- tive, and essayed speaking in soft tones. “You will learn to like me. I don’t ask you to love me, because I know you have plighted your love to Fred Gordon; but heisdead. You must banish him from your thoughts, and de- vote them to me.” A bitter smile rested upon the girl’s lips as she listened to the outlaw’s words. ‘*I glory in the love I bear Fred Gordon, and my heart remains as true to it as the needle does to the pole. Never mention your name in the same breath with his, for his name is sacred to my ears, while yours awakens feelings of loathing.” ‘“* Heaven bless her!” murmured the Dutch- man in a whisper. Edwina’s reply stung the outlaw to the quick, and his face plainly showed the rage that now swept through every fiber of his frame. His voice became husky, and he advanced toward the girl in a blustering manner. ‘*Knough of your insolence!” he cried. ‘I will stand no more of it. Guard your tongue well, and carefully avoid insults in your replies. I am in no mood to even listen to your sarcasm. I have wasted too much valuable time in tryin to reconcile you. I have tried fair means, bu hereafter I will use force if it is nece 2 “Coward. You threaten a woman who can offer but a slight resistance to your brutal lan- guage and strength. [ have remained a prisoner in your hands for weary, weary months; but you will never subdue spirit and gain my consent to link my fate with yours.” Edwina had risen from the couch, and stood, with features pale as driven snow, before the road-agent, and the desperado quailed before her pening eyes and imperious motion of her hand, For a moment he stood regarding the beautiful face of his prisoner; the next moment he had ee forward quickly and seized her hand. In bis anger he took the delicate hand and closed his fingers like a vise upon it, Edwina uttered a little cry of pain and sought in vain to release the grasp. That little cry had reached the ears of an anxious listener. The moment that she utter- ed the moan the Dutchman tore away the bandage from his eyes, and, like the leap of the panther ho was upon the road-agent and with one effort he flung the bandit headlon upon. the rocky floor. Hank leaped to his fee and Donald arose from the pavement with a bleeding gash yee his forehead. With a roar like that uttered by an infuriated bull the out- law sprung toward the Dutchman, but as he reached forth his hands to seize the offender the outlaw was again sent down to the floor by a well directed blow from the Dutchman’s fist. Donald was upon his feet again in an instant, and his hand sought his belt for his weapons. He remembered having laid them upon the table. He dashed toward it and an oath broke from his li The pistols were gone! .‘‘ Confound it!” he roared; ‘*where are my pistols? “ Here?’ shouted the Dutchman, and as he ke he drew the brace of revolvers and leveled em full at the bandit’s head. , Donald was rooted to the spot with ee oh he could not articulate a single word. wina uttered a glad cry and sprung toward the Ger- man as if her safety lay in that direction, ‘* Keep close beside me, miss,” said the Ger- man, in tones that thrilled her and almost forced another cry from her lips. “Shoot! Hank! shoot! Why do you stand there like a mummy?” cried Donald. ‘* Silence!” hissed Dietrich. ‘Don’t tall above a whisper or I'll let daylight into your skull. Move hand or foot, either of you, and you’re both dead men.” Strange that the Dutchman had abandoned his dialect and a in a changed tone of voice but the two ruffians did not notice it. Their attention was riveted upon the deadly wea- pons that held them rooted to the spot and watching the fingers that rested upon the trig- ers. ‘ It was a most cate scene, A strange light suddenly shone in the out- law’s eyes. Something had sent a gleam of hope even as he stood before the weapons, The entire affair had transpired in much less. time that it takes to describe the scene, Even while Donald stood, apparently at Dietrich’s mercy, several forms were quietly stealing into the room; several of Donald's ruffians apreaned in a narrow passage directly behind the Dutchman. It was their comin that had sent the beam of pleasure into Donald's me Quietly and quickly the bandits stole be- ind the man only to endclon ly See upon him, to pinion his arms and press backward. A _ of triumph broke from the bandit chief as he saw the denouement of the affair. “The tables are turned!” said he, as he bent.- over the prostrate figure and removed the weapons from his hauds. *‘ You won’t have any further use for these, my fine fellow. Vil treat you to a death whereby you won't. suffer very long at the climax but you'll suffer a thousand deaths before you’re put out of your A second later and Dietrich’s hands were se- cured, Donald turned to Hank. ‘Pll settle with you for your carelessness,” growled he; “I'll teach you to keep your eyes open in future.” “But, captain—” “Not a word! It was your duty to see that the prisoner was secured and you have neglected that duty. As for you, miss,” and Donald turned to Edwina, ‘‘you are not yet out of my hands. Your champion is in good keeping and you will not be troubled with his attentions hereafter.” Edwina attempted to reach the German and thank him for the seanesane attempt he had made in her behalf but Donald anticipated the movement and prevented the meeting. The German glanced toward the young pir! and their eyes met. That one glance told more than words, It revealed volumes. But, before she could find the real solution to the mystery the Dutchman wae forced outof the room by the ruffians, and Edwina, weeping, sought her couch of furs. Hank kept a strict watch over the poor captive. Donald’s ruffians led their prisoner into a winding passage that-opened into. several smaller chambers, The group finally entered alow vaulted room, and the light of the torch, borne by the outlaw in advance, revealed the dreary-looking place to the men and their prisoner, Overhead the huge rock layers were inter- locked in such a manner that-one held the other in position. ater trickled down from the dome of this» cavern and the sides of the room were covered with a greenish slime. In entering the place the outlaws had cramed a door formed of heavy timbers—apparently the only entrance to the vault-like apartment. “This is the place,” said Donald. ‘ This abandoned chamber will suit my par se Very well. The shock will bring down the bowlders and they’ll form a tombstone for him,” The outlaws looked askance, and the bandit: leader continued. ‘“Tsee you don’t quite see through my plan, but you will, presently. My vengeance is quick and terrible. This meddling fool has pried inte» our secrets—discovered our retreat and actually’ nongee to again steal the girl from my keeping. Roll out a keg of powder from our magazinet Lively there! and I'll treat you to a sight worth. see yr SER desperado darted away in quest of the mer. f the German was appalled at the fate im store “7 bins} pis; Sco did not pares. 3 his one in es mly regarding the “A with a sneer upon his florid feabures. . “This fellow sought our retreat with a eternity in a most terrible man- ner,” announced Donald.
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N i & The rufiian who had made his exit to obtain the powder now returned with a keg of the ex- plosive and placed it upon the floor. “ What next, captain?” Donald approached the doomed man, and in hissing tones he said: *“Do you not tremble? Do you not fear to meet death in the shapo it is now prepared for you? The German bent a penetrating glance upon the ruffian, and then contemptuously turned his head away without deigning a reply. Tho road agent’s orders were quick and to the int, as he saw the prisoner turn away. He had hoped to see the doomed man sink upon his knees and ‘beg for his life. But in this disappointed. Donald withdrew the plug from one end of the keg and scattered a heap of powder upon the rocky floor. He then poured out several handfuls of the black compound and laid a train toward tho door. He arranged this train so that it lead toward the heavy door and passed beneathit. It was arranged so that it could be fired after the door was closed, and the inflam- mable mixture would flash along toward the bulk in the keg. He next placed the keg in the center of tho chamber, and several bandits forced the prisoner over the powder barrel, and by means of an iron ring fixed in the floor, Dietrich .was secured in such a manner that he was fastened upon the keg and unable to move hand or foot. “Now then! All leave this chamber. Now, my fine spy, say your prayers, if you know any. A y trip Cc was to the unknown land awaits ou. Tho mpage and his bandits passed out of the room and closed the heavy door, leaving the ——, man bound upon the powder-keg. d seized the torch, and stooping down applied it to the powder-train. A flash ensued «nd the train leaped forward like a fiery ser- pent. CHAPTER VIII. CRAZY LUKE'S DISCOVERY. Ir will be remembered that Fred Gordon stood before the burning building intently gaz- ing upon the demented: creature known as Crazy Luke, and tho idiot was speaking to the hugo mastiff as if the brute understood every word uttered by its master. Not long did the maniac remain with his dumb companion, but he again came toward Fred in a mysterious manner. **“You have lost one whom you loved? One for whom you would bear sorrow—one for whom you would lay down life itself? Ah! I ‘know what it is to lose a treasure like that,” said Crazy Luke in a tone of deep sadness, and he hastily brushed aside several tears that dim- med each eye. ‘But you can find her. Search! search! Itis your only hope,” and the idiot’s voice suddenly arose. ““Why do you stand here while the lamb is in the fold of the wolf?, Why do you stand here while she may be shrieking for help? Go! search Satan’s Gap! Itis there all evil spirits hold forth, and it is an evil spirit that has stolen your treasure. Follow upon the track and search Satan’s Gap although you have to — down every bowlder in the accursed spot. he is’there! She is there, and the fiend will not release her!” A a suddenly broke in upon the young man. Forbes, the miner, had mentioned stone's name in sucha manner as to connect it with the bandits that infested the dreaded locality known as Satan’s Gap. If Donald Stone was in with the “Wolves” then it was very ident that he had borne away his prisoner to that rendezvous. The idiot was right; that was the spot where the might hope to find his lost one. But, how was he to enter that den? How could he 4 to penetrate its mysteries and discover if Ed- wina was really an’ inmate of the robber’s head-quarters? mentally asked himseif these questions while the words of the idiot still a his ears. He knew that the coach leave Helena shortly after midnight with an armed escort, for'it bore away a valuable treasure-box. The coach would be compelled - tne gewiton, Satan’s Gap. er’ he could vet as far as the road- agent’s haunts and there leave the coach and pursue his search? Fred résdlved to carry out the plan he had hastily formed. But he wisely concluded to reveal that plan tonone save the idiot. He would first of all return to the office and restore the gold-dust Wild-Fire, the Bo - tiously. “his or that he had obtained from the safe, and then pursue his intentions so hastily formed. Fred called the idiot to his side, and thanking Forbes for his proffered assistance, he led the maniac away from thescene, The ragged crea- ture followed him quickly, while the huge mas- tiff trotted at his heels. When a short distance from the assemblage gathered about the ruins of the building, Fred paused and spoke to his strange companion. ‘Luke, the advice you gave me is good, and I have resolved to follow it. Iam going to Sa- tan’s Gap!” “You will find her there. But you will also find the Wolves hungry and bloodthirsty. The way is filled with danger, but she whom you love is there. Go! go! Crazy Luke is your friend and advises you to go.” The idiot extended hishand and Fred grasped itand wrung it cordially. The next moment the fool had whistled to the mastiff and both dog and master suddenly ey in the gloom. Then Fred started toward the building where his employer’s office was located and easily gained admission. A huge safe stood in one corner of the room, and ‘having the combina- tion Fred easily opened it and replaced the gold-dust which he had purloined but a few hours before at the instigation of Donald Stone. Having ee this he relocked the safe, extinguished the lamp which he had used, and fastened the outer door. He wended his way toward a wooden building where he lodged, and once there he changed the damp and stained garments that he wore. He had almost an hour and a half to spare before the coach would leave town, so he began preparations fcr the trip. A large chest stood in one corner of the room, and from this box he produced a quantity of garments and selected some clothing. He stood before the small mirror with several brushes and tablets of paint, and at the expiration of an hour a transformation of the features had taken place whereby his most intimate friend would have failed to recognize him. In the meantime, the idiot had stumbled along in the darkness, followed by his huge dog. About a mile from the town he bent his foot- steps.into a by-path among the rocks, and final- ly paused before a curious-looking structure built among the rocks. It was composed of several old tea eases, which he had proba- bly obtained from the town. The cases were oe in such a manner that they afforded suf- cient shelter to the demented being that lived and slept beneath them. Several old battered tin cans formed his kitchen utensils, and from a secluded corner he produced a tin lamp, and soon illumined his strange abode with its feeble rays. A heap of leaves formed the couch for the idiot and his dog, and a few crackers and bones gave evi- dence of a recent meal. The dog entered the 4 apartment ” and sought the furthest corner. “Nero! you will have to occupy the parlor all to yourself to-night, for I’m going out. There’s business on hand. I want you to sleep with one eye open, do you hear? If I’m not home in two or three hours, I want you to come and look for me, same as you always do.” The idiot spoke in a low, soothing tone, and the brute listened as if he midaeneed the import of the maniac’s instructions. He extinguished the lamp, and again speak- ing a few words of caution to the mastiff, he strode away at a rapid gait toward the distant haunt of the Welves of Satan’s Gap. Like a ghostly visitor from the other world the idiot fli along, talking incessantly to himself, but in a hushed voice. Mile after mile he traversed, until the dark precincts of the Gap hove in sight. The moonbeans now and then sent slanting rays of silvery light across the path; but Luke seemed anxious to avoid it. He crept along in the gloom like an evil spirit, shunning the bright spots and selecting the dark. Finally his steps became slower, and he glided forward very cau- Suddenly he sunk to the earth, and erept on his hands and knees and peered over a large bowlder that arose in his path. He ee ered himself as if for'a sudden leap. <A slight pause and he darted forward, and the next mo- meet he had borne a human figure down upon the surface of the earth. ‘His long fingers encirc the throat of the person he had over- powered, and his knees were planted upon the prostrate man’s chest. It was the bandit sentry. “ Not a word, you whelp!” hissed the idiot, as tightened about the bandit’s throat. The desperado made several efforts to shake off his antagonist and call for help, but the idiot choked the cry in its very utterance. ss of the Road. chuckled; ‘‘I couldn’t belp it. He was in the way, and he’d kill me if he could. Ah! that’s the way it is in this world; we're all taking chances. It’s by mere chance that we succeed. Now—what next?’ said he, musingly. He again began creeping forward and crossed the open space leading to the series of hidden caverns in the mountain of rock. He flitted from bowlder to bowlder, searching for a favor- able ingress. He had approached the Gap by a different route, and therefore a much more dif- ficult one than that traversed by the stage line. When crazy Luke reached the summit of the outlaws’ citadel, the stage-coach robbery had transpired fully an hour previous. The idiot continued his careful scrutiny of the surround- ings. Everything was as silent as the grave; not a sound broke the quiet, save the distant ee of an owl or the plaintive cry of a night ird. . Not a ray of light came from the Heavens upon the section of the Gap where the idiot was pursuing his investigatious. He had reached a point of massive rocks overlooking the center of the Gap, when his attention was attracted by the low hum of human voices and a fecble ray of light that suddenly gleamed through the crevices in the layers of rock. He drew nearer, and sought a spot where he could obtain a view of the interior of the place reflecting the light, To his astonishment he beheld a low cavern and a half dozen human beings flitting to and fro within it. An outlaw bearing a torch re- vealed the interior of the chamber to the hidden watcher. The sight that caused a slight ex- clamation to fall from the idiot’s lips was the bound figure of the German in the act of being placed over the powder-keg and fastened to the iron ring in the rocky floor. . The idiot saw the powder train upon the cavern’s foundation, and a hoarse cry of fury escaped from him. He understood the situation ata glance, Scarcely had he noted the scene below when the outlaws strode out of the rocky chamber and closed the heavy door. The idiot tore at the yielding rocks with des- peration. He flung his tattered jacket into a pool of water near by and seized the wet. gar- ment in a frenzied manner. <A cry of horror broke from his lips, for a flash appeared under the door, The bandit had fired the powder- train! CHAPTER [X. GOOD DOG, Crazy LUKE made a superhuman effort and dislodged several slabs of stone in such a man- ner that it made an opening large enough to admit his body. ‘The next moment he had leaped through this aperture and was standing upon the cavern’s floor. Not an instant too soon, for the fiery trail of powder was sputter- ing and flashing along the damp floor toward the bound man on the keg. The idiot sprung forward midway between the victim and the door and dashed his wet jacket upon the powder train and flung himself upon it, crushing, smothering and scattering the trail that was leading the fiery serpent to a final explosion. e flashing explosive hissed and_struggied beneath the wet garment, but it failed to pass the barrier thus id ar The person bound to the keg was saved: A moment later and Crazy Luke was darting to- ward the German, and with his curious dagger he severed the ropes and drew Dietrich away from the keg. ‘“‘Now up through that hole you see there! Quick! quick! or you'll go through the roof helped along by the powder!” cried the. idiot, wildly, as he pushed the German toward the hole in the side of the chamber. The German. did not await the second bidding, but darted. to- ward the exit made by the idiot. Outside of the heavy door, but at a safe dis- tance, stood Donald Stone. and his ruffians awaiting the denouement to the thrilling scene he had inaugurated. The.‘ outlaw -stood' ata respectable distance with a orn smile upon his face eagerly listen- ing for the dull explosion that was to follow the | firing of the power train.
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Several seconds elapsed and a look of uneasi- ness stole upon the bandit’s features. Had the plan failed? Was the powder not fired properly? No, said the rufifian in reply to his mental in- quiries, for had he not fired the powder train himself and seen the flash? Something was wrong, surely. After a few moments of impatience he sud- | denly darted toward the door. All was dark within the cavern. Calling for the bandit bear- ing the torch he flung open the heavy door and held the torch in such a manner that it revealed the chamber. A. horrible oath flew from his lips. The cay- ern contained nothing but the keg and pieces of severed ropes. The doomed man was gone! The wder trail was scattered, half con- sumed. Another exclamation of rage and blasphemy issued from the villain’s lips as he discovered the hole in the wall of the cavern whereby his vic- tim and his rescuer had escaped. Donald Stone foamedlikea madman, ‘ After them! By all means capture the Dutchman, but uso every exertion to catch the person that entered this cavern. He possesses our secret and it is safe to say knows our hidden retreat. Go! go! why do you stand here listen- ing and gaping like idiots?” Vith a hoarse cry Donald Stone clambered up the rocks and passed out ne the aperture made by the maniac, followed by his con- federates. The bandit chief gained the open air and his eyes scanned the surroundings for some traces of the fugitives. In the meantime Crazy Luke and his compan- ion were soon without the cavern. Both paused for a single minute to determine the next move. “Which way now ?” cried Luke. ‘ Will you fiy, or will you assist the woman whom he holds in his talons, as the hawk holds the little, help- less bird?” “T will not leave this place until I make a final effort to rescue hor,” said Dietrich, firmly, The dialect was certainly far from German or broken English, but the maniac did not seem to notice the tone of voice or its accent. ‘Then follow me,” said he; ‘‘ PH show you the entrance, and while they are busy at the other end of their den we'll force an entrance into this part of it.” The strange creature—perfectly rational in his advice and plan—darted forward, closely followed by the stout German. <A short run brought them to a low, round opening in the face of the towering rocks, and into this particu- lar aperture the idiot sprung, followed by Die- trich. Both rushed onward quickly, but silently. A dozen yards brought them into the low vaulted passage, and then by a series of chambers the utchman led the way toward the room where Edwina remained closely watched by the ruf- fian known as Hank. It will be remembered that Dietrich, although apparently blindfolded, had observed the passages and gained a knowl- edge of the chambers. In a few moments he searched the rocky apartment. Hank still sat before the fire, and ‘the effects of the liquor were causing the outlaw to nod and partiaHy fall asleep. With one quick bound Dietrich was at Hank’s side, and one well-dealt blow sent the bandit sprawling from his seas, Hank’s cranium came in violent contact with the hard floor, and the senses were completely knocked out of his head. He lay passive and motionless, while the German quickly sprung toward Edwina. ; The girl uttered a glad cry of surprise as her eyes rested upon her deliverer. She had just witnessed the scone where her champion had been led away to a speedy ree his sud- den appearance and escape from the murderous crew who had dragged him from the cavern was something beyond her comprehonsion. She uttered the glad cry that suddenly seemed to come from her very heart, and she looked at the with eyes still dimmed with tears, Why did she find her heart attracted toward this person? Why did her heart throb so wildly when her eyes looked into his? She could not find an answer to these queries, although she had sought one over and over again since the ruffian and his crew had led her champion away to the death threatened by the bandit leader of the league. : Again the glad cry issued from her lips as Dietrich sprung toward her and seized her hands. Trust me! Come with me! I am sent here by Fred Gordon,” said the German, in quick sen- tences, and then he gently but quickly led her i mt ild-Fire, the Boss of the Road. from the cavern, while the idiot ran on in ad- vance. From the distant part of the chambers adjoin- ing came the wild shouts of the road-agents whom Donald had delegated as pursuers. A hur- ried tramping of feet came from the various pas- sages close at hand. ** Quick! Don’t lose a moment or escape is im- possible!” eried the idiot. ‘‘ Hark! they’re ’pon our track!” Dietrich knew by the sound of many voices that the bandits had reached the chamber he had just escaped from, and they had discovered the absence of Edwina and also found the pros- trate form ofthe sentry. The German hastened onward, and sought to speak encouraging words to the trembling girl at his side. ‘* Courage!” he whispered; ‘‘a few moments longer and we are out of these vaults.” ‘*Now then, one more dash and we are safe!” cried the maniac, but, following the cheerful expression, came a hoarse cry of mingled rage and surprise from his lips, and without. another word he climbed the side of the passage like a huge ape and disappeared in the gloom. Dietrich started back nervously, and drew the girl toward him. He saw the cause of the maniac’s strange actions, and a groan of despair arose to his lips. Standing directly in the narrow entrance, and barring all further passage, was the leader of the road-agents, Donald Stone, and behind him, with weapons ready for immediate use, were full twenty of his ruffilanly followers, Instinctively Edwina threw her arms around her champion, and a scream of agony burst from her lips, Close behind them came the tramp of the re- mainder of the pursuers. They were hemmed in upon all sides! Before they could recover from their surprise the outlaw’s hoarse voice ruvg through the arched passage: ‘‘So you are not satisfied with escape and | safety for yourself, eh? You must take my | promised wife with you? Your raceis run, and you have fallen out of the frying-pan into the fire.” Even as the bandit concluded a swarm of scowling ruffians was at the German’s back, and, incumbered by tho frightened girl, he was overpowered, and again a helpless captive in the hands of his merciless foe. But, where was the idiot during this exciting episode? Crouching between the jagged rocks and viewing the scene from his elevated posi- tion. His restless eyes wandered until they rested upon Donald’s features. A muttered exclama- tion fell from his lips, but he stifled the words and clenched his hands, wildly. “Tt is he!’ ho murmured. ‘ But, Nero will tell me if Lam right or wrong.” He watched the outlaw group bearing away their prisoners until the torch faded away in the gloom of the passage. He then descended and made his way toward ithe exit. He peered out into the night and paused. **Tt won’t do to leave him; but I must follow a different plan; the odds are too much for us. I’ve got to rack my brains—brains! any?. Theyallsay!’ma fool, I’m Crazy Luke, on’t know anything. Ill show ’em some day whether [’m as big a fool as they think I am. Oh! if this should be the man? If this should be the one I am tracking! But, Nero will be sure of it. He’s got more sense thanI have. I haven’t got any atall. I’m crazy! I’m a fool, he! he! he!” The idiot suddenly checked his outburst of laughter. “Somebody might hear me,” he muttered, ‘and then I’d be prevented from helping my friend.” He passed out into the gloom of night and made his way toward the portion of the rocky wall where first he had seen the ray of light through the rifts-in the rocks. He determined to seek an entrance to tho cavern from that point. The moon occasionally shone through the mass of clouds but the shadow of the towering rocks presented a safe passage toward the aban- doned cave where the German had so narrowly escaped a fearful death. The idiot reached the spot where he had thrust aside the rocks and was in the act of passing in- to the aperture when he was suddenly seized by a pair of hands and borne backward upon the ground and the cold muzzle of a pistol was pressed to his temple. Quick as the flash of the | electric fluid the maniac thrust aside the wea- pon and seized the hand that held it. Next, he uttered a peculiar cry or whistle, ' that rung out upon the still night air, and awoke ce Have I got a a mee ee ee ee the echoes far and near, A dark form bounding through the gloom, There was a sudden rush—one spring accom- panied by a growl, and the outlaw that held the idiot was torn from the prostrate form and the fangs of a huge beast was fixed in his throat. It was the idiot’s dog—the huge mastiff, and he was tearing the fallen outlaw in a terrible maner—like a famished tiger rending its prey. came CHAPTER X. A CRITICAL MOMENT. WHEN the would-be-assassin sprung forward to attack the idiot he had thrown aside the wolf-head which he wore, and thus disincum- bered of the mask, he nimbly leaped upon the person who was about to enter the a] erture. The huge mastiff now stood above the bleed- ing mass of humanity and at a low call from its master it came toward him leaving the man- gled outlaw reluctantly. ‘Sh! let him alone,” said the idiot, in a low tone. ‘‘He won’t do any more mischief. Come, let us get him out of tLe way.” Crazy Luke raised the body and bearing it to- ward the verge of the cliff he first removed the peculiar coat worn by the dead man and then pes the dead corpse from the awful hights. joth dog and man listened from the brink of the cliff as the corse shot downward into the in- tense gloom below. It was a strange sight to see the weird figure leaning over the towering rocks awaiting some sound from the gloom beneath, A dull thud came from the black gulf, A pri m smile played upon Crazy Luke’s features as e heard the sound. Then the slayer withdrew from the vergo of the cliff and placed the dead man’s coat upon himself. Several rods away from the spot where the encounter had taken place he found the revol- ver, and further on, the curious mask worn by tl e bandit, lt was the head and features of a gray wolf, or rather the skin of that animal mounted up- on a frame-work of cloth and pastebosrd, It covered the face, and the loose skin falling over the head and neck completely masked the person who wore it. Two eye-holes enabled the wearer to see dis- tinctly and also breathe with ease. The idiot placed the mask upon his face and then spoke a few words to the mastiff: “Nero, you must get out of thig space, but I want you to prowl around in the neighbor- hood, You know what I’m saying, don’t you? Now go, and mind that you keep your ears open in case I call you again,” The intelligent animal seemed to understand what was required, for, ultering a low whine, he disappeared in the shadows. “* There’s no use talking; that dog’s the wisest animal on the face of this earth. He under- stands Crazy Luke, and obeys bis wishes. Poor Nero! If anything should happen to me what would be do?” A form suddenly emerged from the rocky eal directly opposite, and approached the idiot, “Murray, is that you?” For a moment Crazy Luke hesitated before making any reply. ‘* Yes; what’s thie matter?” he demanded, The mask he wore mufiled his voice, and the approaching bandit apparently did not discover the trick. So far Crazy Luke was safe in the character he had assumed. A moment later and the new-comer was close at hand, and he halted. ‘“ What are you doing with your mask on you?” asked the bandit, pieacennly, “Oh, L kept it on, just for deviltry. I’m on ost to-night, and T“found it easic r to wear it ban carry it or bring it into the cavern.” The idiot spoke at random, but, strange to say, the explanation was perfectly satisfactory to the bandit, who did not dream of the daring cheat thus perpetrated upon him, “What's the captain going to do with the Dutchman?” Luke inquired. ‘Oh! he'll give us a treat, no doubt. The captain is a great hand to originate sensational things to please the boys. ut, Murray, he- tween you and I, I think the captain’s a little gone in his paper story. He’s foolirg. valuable time away on that girl that he’s got n the cav- erns. You know that our business motto is make hay while the sun shines. We made a bi haul to-night, but the chances are we won’ make another ina hurry. Now, you see, while the captain’s brain is full of love and beauty he
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Wild-Fi ness wants a clear head and no anchors around his neck. The robbery to-night will raise a breeze in Helena, and you bet, the next treasure- box that leaves the town won’t fall into our clutches as easy as this one did. If Captain Wild-Fire wasn’t ie love-sick and soft- headed, he’d be in Helena to-night and get the ‘points’ for the next move.” Crazy Luke listened attentively to the ban- dit’s revelations, and now and then grunted an approval. ‘What do you think of it?’ said the road- agent. ‘Same as you do!” replied Luke. “T tell you what it is, Murray, while Wild- Fire tended to business he was truly the Boss of the Road. Nota single treasure-box escaped the Wolves of the Gap. But see! this is the first one in two weeks when we might have had sev- eral more. He’s kept this va acaptive in these Phe apes just long enough lose his brain. I tell you he’s losing und with us, and you needn’t be surprised if we oust him out of the league and put some one in his place who will work better for the interest of the Wolves.” Here was an open rebellion in Wild-Fire’s camp, and that fearless ruffian was even now in danger of being deposed or destroyed by the lawless men he ruled and whom he had ruled like a tyrant. While he led them on to spoils they submitted gracefully, but now that his love-making interfered with the “ business ” of the league, he was in danger of being extermin- ated by his ‘‘ Wolves.” Crazy Luke coincided with everything said by fhocbepatt and appeared to join heartily in the mutiny. Thanks to the mask that the idiot had placed over his head and features, he escaped detection in voice and appearance. “Keep mum about what I’ve told you, Mur- ray,” warned the bandit. ‘‘ We want to know who to be sure of before we make a move— savez?’ “Correct!” replied Luke. ‘But am I to be relieved to-night?” “Yes, ’m out here for that purpose. I | thought you knew that. You're getting absent- minded, ain’t you?” | “Yes, 1t’s lonesome out here, and I’m apt to get absent-minded,” confessed the maniac in a rational manner, and perfectly at home with his unsuspecting listener. “Don’t ‘tay out here too long,” said the out- law; ‘“ take off that mask when you go in. Kee Sag about the racket we’re fixing up for Wild- ire. Without another word the bandit sentry strode along toward the cc he was to occupy during the remainder of the night. Luke watched the retreating figure and care- fully noted the spot where it halted, and then walked slowly toward the outlaws’ retreat. “So, Mister Wild-Fire, you’re losing ground, eh?’ muttered the idiot, as he moved toward the secret entrance. ‘‘That’s d news; the vigi- lantes will have easy work if that’s the case.” Luke found the low opening from which the bandit had just issued, and the next moment he had passed into the tunnel-like entrance. A faint ray of light A tan in the distance, and Luke knew that within a few minutes he would again be in the presence of some member or members of the fraternity of desperadoes. If he removed the mask he would surely be discov- ered, and if he retained it he would excite sus- picion, While thus hesitating he chanced to glance to the left of the ge, andina ies of alcove he saw the hideous masks of the outlaw brother- hood deposited upon rocky shelves. Scarcely knowing why, he seized one of the masks and quickly bore it away toward the open space outside of the cavern. Carefully he crept along and deposited the fantastic mask behind a large rock, and quickly returned and again went forward through the e. The low hum of voices came from the vaulted chamber directly in advance, and Luke knew a crisis was at hand. A few steps further on and he saw the boisterous up that had first at- tracted his attention. They were seated around a small table engaged in throwing dice for sums of monéy that lay scattered upon the rough table. veral bottles served to show the real cause of their hilarity. They were divested of their masks and their features were gui visible as they sat beneath aswinging lamp. Even as Luke discovered the group several of the assemblage looked up and espied the masked figure. ‘ Hello! Here’s Murray!” said one of the play- can’t plan as he’d ought to. A man in this busi- | ers. ‘‘Come, pard; you’re just in time. Only five dollars ante and three fives to beat.” It was an unexpected invitation, and Luke scarcely knew what to say. “Wait till I take off my mask,” said he, turning to depart. ‘‘No matter about that; come on, we’re wait- Fed you,” said the desperado at the table. ‘‘Put up your shekels and take hold of the box!” Unconsciously Luke slipped his hand into the coat pocket of the garment he wore, and which he had removed from the dead bandit, and bis fingers came in contact with a small sack which he rightly assumed contained gold-dust. He ap- proached the table, and laid the little bag upon it, and seized the dice-box. He rattled the dice in their leather sheath and rolled them out upon the table. ‘Three sixes!” roared the bandit. ‘‘ There’s luck for you. Scoop it in, pard!” Luke gathered in the amount upon the table, rind the ante again was advanced for another ial. ‘“‘He wears the mask for luck!” roared the desperado at the head of the table, and after quaffing from the bottle, he seized the dice-box and again invoked the fickle goddess. *‘That’s so, If he wins this time he’ll have to take it off,” cried another. ‘* Good! good!” yelled the group, ready for any suggestion. new danger had suddenly arisen. Of course there were ninety-nine chances out of a hundred that Luke would not win, but if he did he would be compelled to remove the mask, and then— what? A desperate struggle for life and liberty. It would never do to refuse unmasking, and the strange creature seemed to realize his peril, for his hand trembled as he placed the amount of money upon the table. The outlaws began to play. One after another cast the dice upon the boards, and boisterous laughter followed the small counts, while cheer- ing expressions greeted the more fortunate mem- bers of the group. ‘*Now then, Murray! Grab the box and let’s see what kind of luck you'll have this time. Here’s my regards,” and the road-agent again emptied the bottle of a copious draught. uke took the dice-box in his trembling hand and hesitated a moment. The highest count was sixteen. Upon the casting of the dice his very life hung. His life was the stake! If he could but manage to throw the accursed tear of bone in such a manner as to register a ow count he would be safe. A quick short movement of the three dice and he cast them upon the table. ‘*Hell and furies! Three sixes again!” roared the group as they bent forward to ascertain the t result. Before Luke could stir hand or foot a hurried footstep sounded in an adjoining passage and a hoarse cry arose as if from many persons in quick pursuit. The next moment the figure of Dietrich, the German, bounded into the room. Luke seized a bottle from the table and hurled it at the swinging lamp, smashing it, and plung- ing the chamber in darkness. CHAPTER XT. THE OUTLAWS’ HIDEOUS CRIME. DonaALpD STONE and his followers entered the cavern with the German in their midst. The road-agent was in high glee and a demoniacal ex- pression rested upon his evil countenance as he reached the central chamber. ‘Bind him hand and foot. Do not leave the slightest chance open for escape. Where’s Hank?’ “Laid up. He’s got a tough blow on top of ert = 9 e basn’t come-to yet,” responded a it. Donald’s rage was something terrible to_be- hold. He cursed the assembl oup for their lack of vigilance. He knew that some one had aided the prisoner’s escape and thus prevented the consummation of his well-laid plan. The manner in which he had bound the German to the powder-keg and laid the train could not possibly fail to accomplish his purpose unless aided by a traitor among the men he com- manded, or by some outside friend. Who was it? Who was the person that had foiled him? Donald found no satisfactory reply to these questions. He contented himself by ordering the Ger- man bound in such a manner that he could not move. Then the road-agent looked scornfully at the helpless man and spurned him with his foot. “You dog! I'll teach you a lesson that you'll re, the Boss of the Road. remember until you’re launched out of this world. Rest easy until morning, and then owll take a walk out of this sphere, mighty ively.” Donald saw that Edwina was again placed in her apartment and posted several of his confed- erates to guard the two passages leading into that particular cavern. e attended to the de- tails in person and then returned to the chamber where the German lay upon the rocky floor. Donald had resolved to force a confession from the lips of his captive and thus discover who it was that had aided him to escape from the abandoned vault. First he drew a brace of istols and then summoned several of his fol- owers. He approached Dietrich and in a harsh tone of voice addressed him. ‘'You’ve had an accomplice to aid you to es- cape. No living man could possibly escape from that cavern bound as you were to that keg by the iron ring and the powder train actu- ally . NowI have made up my mind to know who it was that aided you. Don’t try to evade this question for I’ll have an answer if I have to py you to the torture and rack every bone and muscle in your body.” The German made no reply; in fact he did not raise his eyes to see who it was that ad- dressed him. “Did “— hear me speak?’ thundered the outlaw chief. ‘Vas you talking mit me?” asked Dietrich calmly as he met the gaze of the ruffian. “Yes; who was your accomplice? Give me his name.” “‘Vot is dot—accomplices?” “‘Confound your stupidness!” cried the im- patient villain. ‘‘ Who a you?” **T alvays hellup mineself!” “Your fool’s reply will not avail you. I know that some one cut the ropes and helped you through the hole made in the side of the cave. Who was it?” ‘*T don’t vas know. I didn’t see nobodies.” “Here! Several of you take down those ropes and string him up by the thumbs. Tl bet that will soon bring him to his senses,” cried Donald. Two road-agents unfastened ropes that were attached to the roof of the cavern, and allowed them to fall to the floor in such a manner that by seizing one end of the rope the other end could be drawn upward, thereby elevating whatever might be attached to the other strand. A moment later and Dietrich’s hands were re- leased, and in turn they were fastened to this rope. At a signal from the outlaw chief the German was hauled upward until his feet were a few yards from the rocky floor. ‘* Now, my fine fellow, if you don’t unloosen your tongue P’ll put weights to your feet, and you'll be mighty glad to confess before many of them are attached, I can tell you.” ‘* All right; lot me down; I vill tell you all about it,” said Dietrich. The German was lowered to the floor. ‘‘ Who was it?’ demanded Donald, impatient- Yi Dot feller vot you call Hank !” ‘Hank a traitor!” shouted the bandit leader. “T thought so. He dies!” By this falsehood Dietrich imperiled the life of a human being; but was not his ownatstake? And was not the entire league his enemies? He had escaped the dreadful torture that Donald would surely inflict upon him, and also concealed the fact that Cra uke was at that moment in the vicinity of the robbers’ caverns. ‘* Release him from the rope,” said Donald; ‘and mind you put Hank into a safe place. You know the fate of traitors?’ ‘‘ Death!” yelled the villainous crew. “Yes, and a speedy one,” added Donald. ‘I am convinced that Hank is a traitor and con- nived at his escape, for I left him bound secure- ly, and when I returned my pistols were gone and the Dutchman’s hands were free; and now his confession settles all doubts that were in my mind. Hank dies.” Again was the German secured, but the ban- dits were listening so eagerly to Donald’s words that they aaeteoeees their work in a bun- gling manner, and Dietrich placed his hands in such a manner that one of from the thongs. em was almost free In more ts than one Donald’s plan of putting the rman to a torture test had proved, so far, highly beneficial to the Teuton. In the excitement, the imperfect tying was not noticed, and Dietrich groaned as if the thorgs were cutting into his wrists: The out- laws cast him upon the floor in a rough man- ner.
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Wild-Fir “Lay there a few hours,” growled Donald, “and picture to yourself the most horrible death you can imagine. That will be your death for I will rack my brain to find a novel and hideous one for you.” ‘*Much obliged mit you,” answered the Ger- man. ‘ Don’t be in a hurry about dot.” A: Enjoy yourself if you can,” said Donald savagely, “for I can assure you that you'll face death in a terrible form.” ‘‘ All right, he ain’t afraid of me,” responded Dietrich calmly. ‘“Watch him. Don’t leave this chamber for amoment. Your lives are responsible for his safe keeping. ‘* All right, captain!” The outlaw chief strode out of the cavern and sought his own quarters. A comfortable couch stood in one corner of the small rock- bound chamber, and a rough table and several boxes comprised the furniture. Stacks of fire- arms lay in all corners as if the outlaw had selected the chamber at once for his sleeping apartment and armory. A large chest occu- pied. one corner of the room. A few shelves ined the rocky wall and upon the topmost was the mask worn by the ‘‘ Boss” of the Road. A swinging-lamp shed its fitful glare upon the surroundings, and a beholder would have been transported to the rock-bound den of the buc- caneers of old instead of the modern retreat of the latter-day road-agent. The reign of the knights of the road is short but terrible in its sway. Until the outraged community arises in its might and lynch-law is meted out to the daring outlaws, they continue to spread terror and dismay in the new regions and are never driven from their strongholds without a terrible conflict and loss of life. Donald sat down for a few moments, and after a short rest he approached the chest opened it, and took from its depths a small ackage, and bringing it to the table he un- towed the bindings. “Tt strikes me that I havea valuable docu- ment here,” said he, ‘‘and when my sway be- comes shaky, and these regions too hot for me it will become me to seek other pastures. i have laid up a goodly sum, and can live at my ease for the balance of my days, With Edwina as my wife, I will leave America, and seek to forget my old associations. This paper will bring me a small fortune. It is my uncle’s will. He left the bulk of his property to my sister. In case of her death it was to be mine. She married. That came very near upsetting my calculations, for I was deeply in debt. If she had children, that would surely dash my hopes to the ground. I studied Svprneing carefully, and resolved that neither she nor her children should stand in my way to the fortune I needed so badly. I lost heavily at the gaming-tables, until I was reduced to beggary, and she, think- ing to reform me, denied me the smallest amount that I begged for. What was to be done? Inflamed by wine, I foreed an entrance into her apartment, and seizing a dagger that I had found, I sunk its blade into her heart. I seized everything of value that I could find. Found the will, and made a dash for liberty. Before I could reach the lawn, a huge dog sprung at me, and a fearful encounter took P ace. Fortunately, I seized a huge stone, and atitered the brute’s head, until he released me and sunk epeer ey. lifeless upon the ground. I secreted the will and valuables, and then gave the alarm. Neighbors flocked to my assistance and we searched far and near for the supposed robbers and assassins. I flew into fits of grief and acted my part so well that I really excite: sympath . Iwas compelled to chain the mas- tiff, as the creature made several attempts to leap upon me in its blind fury. P ie a matter of course the assassin was never discovered. The grief-stricken husband arrived after his wife had lain under the sod several weeks, but in that space I had filed my claim and then disappeared from the neighborhoo 1, My sister’s husband was almost crazed by the occurrence, and he, too, disappeared from the vicinity. Is it fancy oris it real that I am tracked by anavenging Nemesis? The spirit of pay murdered sister, and the form of her hus- and with the curious dagger ed in his hand seem waiting the chance to deal out retributive justice tome. They seem to follow wherever I roam. .Even here, in the wilds, surround my lawless crew, I start and shudder at every shadow that crosses my path, and I dread to be alone with my guilty conscience.” , _As the blood-stained ruffian concluded his re- view of the past, he drew the document from the package, and as he did so a photograph fell to he floor, ae ed by | | Donald shuddered and drew back from it as | if a deadly reptile had stung him. It was the picture of the sister he had murdered, and the features were turned toward him, and a@ voice seemed to shriek in his ears: ‘‘ Murderer! your hour is at hand!” CHAPTER XII. OUT OF THE MESHES. THE road-agent started convulsively, and turned as if the voice had issued from the lips of some one at his side. It was the voice of his conscience that thus terrified him, and as he realized that he was ab- solutely alone in the small cavern his fears passed away and his features wore a calm ex- pression, e men of his class, he was really a craven at heart. Yet this same ruffian had plunged foremost into a conflict and fought like a tiger when surrounded by his 1 e, 6 had rformed aodigos deeds of valor before he ad been selected ruler of the band that infested Satan’s Gap. Donald bad ‘killed” his man in many bar- room encounters. He was a quick shot with the revolver and a most dangerous customer with the bowie. His reckless encounters and apparent bravery had won for him the position of chief. He did not lack bravery when his ‘‘ Wolves” were near, or when a foe faced him. Yet he trembled when alone—trembled when he thought of his guilt, and shrunk from its memories. He stooped down re oes up the fallen portrait, and with unste fingers replaced it within the documents. He wondered how it found its way among the papers forming the package. He did not examine the remainder of | the documents but again replaced them within | the chest. He almost felt sorry that he had | brought them out from their resting-place. / His mind next reverted to his prisoners. He would mete out a terrible fate to the German; and | as for Edwina, he would lose no time in making | her his wife by any means which the situation | would require, and thus settle the two questions | uppermost in his mind. ‘It was not wise for me to remain away from | Helena, to-night,” he muttered. ‘I ‘should | have mounted a fleet horse and rode into town, My absence, in a night like this, will connect me with the robbery, but what do I care? An army couldn’t dislodge me from this stronghold, and as for the vigilantes, P’ll teach them to give Wild-Fire a wide berth in the future.” He flung himself upon the couch and tried in vain to close his eyes in sleep. He lay tossing until the gray dawn appeared in the eastern a and yet sleep had not visted his weary 8. In the meantime, Dietrich lay upon the rocky floor, while, several yards away, two armed bandits carefully watched thecaptive. Outside of the chamber was a wide passage, and in this open space a group of outlaws sat about a rough table engaged with the dice-box, and risking | sums of gold-dust and money upon the result. Their boisterous laughter reached the ears of the two bandits guarding the or and their eyes often turned toward that direction as if they longed to join the merry group. ‘“* By Jove! this is lonesome work,” said the stoutest of the two, after a long silence. ‘* Yes, and all useless! The prisoner is tied so he can’t move a finger, and I don’t see why we should rob ourselves of a little sport. As if an one could reach him without attracting our a tention! And who’s to do it, any way?’ ‘“*That’s so!” replied the stout bandit. ‘I tell you what we’lldo. We'll take turns in watch- ing. You go and play for a short time and then let me go. In that way the night will pass pleasantly and perhaps—profitably. “‘That’s so.” During all this time the German lay apparent- | ly asleep, and once during a lull in the conver- | Sation he snored like a diminutive saw-mill in | full blast. The two bandits listened and the younger of the ruffians said in a hushed voice: ‘Did you hear that?” * Yes: he’s sleeping,” was the reply. **Don’t you think he’s playing ’possum?” ‘No; and if he was, what difference does it | make? He’s tied up like a chicken for the oven. He’s asleep, you can bet on it, pard!” As if to add a convincing proof of the outlaw’s assertion the German snored still louder and murmured in his sleep. This seemed to remove all i.agering doubts in the minds of the two and they felt sure the prisoner was in the land of dreams. | The youngest arose and passed out to the open | Space in the tunnel-like e, where his brother ruffians were engaged with the dice-box, During the time that the remaining bandit 11 mounted guard Dietrich kept him in full view through his partially closed eyes. Perhaps an hour thus passed and the frequent bursts of laughter and the sound of coin as it changed hands caused the sentry to become restless and impatient. He walked toward the opening to obtain a view of the jolly gathering. In the twinkling of an eye Dietrich had slipped his hand out of the thongs but lay still as death when the outlaw turned again to re- sume his vigil. The next time that the road- agent paused to obtain a glimpse of the gamb- lers, Dietrich was busy at work unfastening the rope that bound his feet. Thus did he watch every chance and by degrees untied his bonds, but yet remained perfectly still. The unsuspecting bandit saw nothing in the captive to excite his attention. His mind was fixed upon joining the laughing and drinking group outside, ‘** Hello, there Stevens! How long are you going to stay?” he finally exclaimed, in a loud voice. Stevens replied and in a few moments enter- ed the chamber to relieve his comrade. The German could see that Stevens had undoubted- ly imbibed considerable ‘‘ mountain dew ” since he had left the hate for his step was slight- his tongue was thick. ““Dve made ‘All right! go ahead! I wish you luck,” re- joined Stevens. The stout bandit left the chamber and joined the players. Stevens watched the group from the entrance and now and then cast his eyes toward the figure upon the floor but it was evident that his thoughts were on his confederates and not upon the man he was guarding. It was about this time that Crazy Luke en- tered the space where the outlaws were busily engaged and joined the group of players, tevens finally seated himself upon a project- ing rock, facing the captive. His head began to drop downward, and his eyes closed, although he made several futile efforts to keep them open. He nodded and his head dropped lower. This was the chance that Dietrich had waited for and the only chance that would occur. Quick as thought he was upon his feet, and then, like a shadow, he glided toward the sen- try, seized a rifle that lay beside the sleeping bandit, raised it aloft and brought down the stock upon his head. It was a terrific blow, and the dozing outlaw sunk without a groan to the rocky floor, Dietrich then turned to flee. Bewildered by the several passages that pre- sented themselves to his view he darted into nent one leading toward the group at tho ) Almost at the same moment several forms oe red from a distant opening and obtained a glimpse of the escaping prisoner. One hurried glance and they understood tho situation, and uttering a hoarse shout, they dashed in pursuit. Dietrich fled onward, and a few rods brought him into the presence of tho astonished bandits. Before they could fully realize the sudden in- terruption, and obtain a yes view of the Ger- man, the lamp was dashed into f:agments and an impenetrable gloom enveloped friend anid 08. Dietrich felt his hand and a familiar voice rung in his ears: ‘Follow me! Don’t let go of my hand.” Crazy Luke led the way rapidly through the dark passage, while the shouts of the outlaws echoed through the arched chambers as they pore nee bere and there madly shouting for a light. Crazy Luke made good use of this ite, and both be and the German had gained a long dis- tance before a torch was procured and lighted. Then came the howling bandits like a “legion of fiends loosed from the infernal regions. “Aw up!” cried Luke; ‘once outside and we are all right. Come on! I know the way, and we've got a good start.” _ Several turns in the passage brought the fugi- tives to the exit, and a moment later they had reached the open air. “This way—this way! I hid scmething hero that will be useful to me now,” cried Luke, as he dashed among the bowlders. He ran along as if searching for a particular spot, and finally stooped down and took out an object from the A —
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12 rocky mass. . It was the wolf-mask that he had concealed there a few hours previous. ‘*Put this on! Quick!” he cried, in a subdued voice, as the shouts of the pursuers rung out on the night air. He placed the mask upon the German’s head, and then dashed into the jagged masses of rock tome like battlements and overlooking Satan’s ap! he voices of the pursuers echoed from all quarters of the compass, and served to accel-' erate the movements of the two fugitives. Crazy Luke leaped from rock to rock, followed by his companion, until they had reached a pre- cipitous portionof the Gap. The idiot suddenly paused. ‘S Look out for a sentry somewhere about ‘‘Halt! Who goes there?” said a voice pro- ceeding from the gloom. “The Wolves of Satan’s Gap,” replied the idiot, speaking in a mufiled voice. “ What's the racket up there?’ demanded the voice. “‘One of our prisoners give us the slip.. We’re making for the point in the Gap where he’ll be likely to try and get out. Watch this place! Come along, Murray!” The idiot spoke hurriedly and dashed past the sentry, closely followed by the German. few moments later and Jack Turner, fol- lowed by several bandits, leaped toward. the sentry, and Turner exclaimed: “ Did two men pass you?” “Yes! They gave me the pass-word!” ** Fool! You’ve been tricked! Those were the very two men that we're after!” CHAPTER, XIII. TAKEN. THE news. of the coach robbery and the loss of the treasuro-box, although guarded by an armed escort, created the wildest excitement in Helena. The escort was condemned, and various rumors circulated concerning the cow- ardly manner in which they had allowed the road-agents tosurprise them and steal the treas- ures. Some even hinted that the escort was in league with the robbers. A meeting of the few brave spirits who had formed themselves into a vigilance committeo took place the very next day, and Forbes the » miner guaranteed the aid of a dozen brave men to aid the committee in purging the regions of the desperate gang that infested it. “Furthermore,” said lorbes, rising in hisseat, “we'll have to strike at the head and front of this gang before we can rid the locality of them. have my eye on the leader. This Wild-Fire is known to me—at least I suspect his identity.” “Who is it?” asked several. ‘Walter Carson! A man who comes and goes out of town with a price on his head and et we fail to recognize in him—the scourge of he regions—Wild-Fire!” A low hum of surprise arose from the assem- blage. ‘The person known as Carson had ingra- tiated himself in the good graces of the leading men and they were slow to believe that he could be the desperado, Wild-Fire. Of course they knew that Carson was a_reckless spirit— drank a little—gambled some, but they did not think he was the companion of road-agents, the very ruffian whom they had met often and whose exploits filled the country with terror. “T can prove. what say, gentlemen,” averred Forbes. ‘Tl! prove him to be the geen scoundrel and hypocrite you ever saw, efore three days come and go. If we orga- nize this expedition properly we will clean out the Wolves.of Satan’s Gap in one attack. First let us capture the head and front of the bandit league.” ‘The plan isa very good one and one. we'll adopt,” said the chief of the vigilantes, and pre- parations were made to attack the robbers in their stronghold. A stage-coach, with a treas- ure-chest and a double guard was to leave town on the following night, and this coach would ' probably be followed by the mounted vigilantes ~<a | who were to swoop down upon the robbers as they gathered around the coach. The last rays of the setting sun. were linger- ing upon the mountain-tops as Donald rode into fown unconcerned, smiling and greeting .all whom he knew. Although he presented smiling features to an observer, his heart rankled with bitter passion and low curses arose to his lips as he rode along. It seemed. as if everything was going wrong, lately. Failure after failure stared him in the face when heretofore success smiled upon all his plans. As if to add to his anger he saw placards here and there offering large rewards Wr ild-Fire, the Boss of the Road. for the capture of Wild-Fire. He remembered | the day when such placards would have been torn down and the writers given a few hours to leave the town. Those were the halcyon days when he ruled supreme, when he had confeder- ates in every nook and corner of the town. Recent arrivals and bitter feuds had removed these valuable auxiliaries, and by degrees Don- ald saw his power waning fast, and his enemies growing stronger and bolder every day. These thoughts were teeming in his brain as he rode along, little dreaming that a crisis was at hand. A smile rested upon his lips as he saw the ruins of the fire and he reviewed the scene that had transpired upon the unsightly premises. He soon drew rein before a drinking saloon close to the ruins, and the very first man he met was his boon companion, Poker Jack. “Hello, Jack! The fire made it unpleasant for you, didn’t it?” AY ell, I should say so, What did you want to burn a man’s shanty down in that manner?” “Thad to do it,” was the calm reply. “* Had to do it?” “Yes. If it had cost five times as much I would have burned it down to the ground, but I missed my game. The man I wanted to de- stroy escaped the flames.” “Yes, so. I heard. But, the fire was a rough deal on me,” said Jack. “Not at all, Here’s enough to put up another building, much better than the old shell, I came here purposely to pay you for the dam- age,” and Donald handed a small pouch filled with golden coin, to the gambler. “All right,.pard! This makes my mind easy,” said Poker Jack as heslipped the pouch into a side pocket. _‘‘ Madea hauleh?” heasked, with a leer. “ Well, yes. “ Well “The town. is wild over it. up a hot dish for you.” Who?” “The vigilantes, and some of the miners,” “ What do you mean, Jack?’ Haven’t you heard of it?” should say I did,” answered Jack. They’re cooking “'They’re going for you!” “Hor me? How do they know I have any- thing to do with the Wolves?’ ** 'They’ve dropped!” Poker Jack saidno more, The words told all that was necessary, Lut before Donald could reply a person entered the saloon and a quick sign passed between the new-comer and the chief of the outlaws. “A word with you, captain,” said he, and he walked toward a table and the three men sat down beside it. The new-comer leaned over and whispered, ‘‘ You’re in danger!” Donald’s hand flew to the hilt of a weapon and he gave a quick, searching glance in all directions. ‘“From what quarter?” “The vigilantes have spotted youl” ‘They have, eh? That’s bad.” “Yes, captain. I attended a meeting this afiernoon, and Forbes, the miner, gave you to the society.” ‘Curse him! Pll have his life.” “Until he spoke you were safe. The plan is to send the coach with a double guard and the committee comes about a hundred yards in the rear of the coach. While you are busy with the box the vigilantes will swoop down from all sides. Now I’ve warned you, I’d better be making myself scarce or I'll be seen with you and that will make it bad for me.” ‘‘How many men will they send?” ‘* About ten on the coach and about twenty behind it.” The fellow arose and walked rapidly out of the saloon, and Donald sat facing “That looks bad—eh?” ‘Yes, but it might be worse,” said Donald. ‘‘Forewarned is forearmed. Ill give them a reception that will make them think the end of the world is at hand.” “You can do it if ia dee f can!” admitted Poker Jack, with a low chuckle. ‘‘ But tell me, Cap, what was the racket between you and the young feller that you left to burn up in the old ead-quarters?”’ “ Nothing! Only he’s in my way, and when aman is in my path the way to remove him is to make him ‘hand in his checks.’ ” “You missed it that time, though.” “Yes. Fire failed to accomplish anything, but Turner shot him as he was leaving the house.” ‘* Who did?. Turner?” “Yes; shot him dead!” ‘Turner is a lying scoundrel if he says he shot Fred Gordon! The young fellow lives, for I saw oker Jack. him long after Turner fired at him and run, like the coward that he was.” Donald leaped to his feet, fairly foaming with rage. He gnashed his teeth, and his fist came down upon the table, almost shattering the rickety affair. A strange light blazed in his eyes, and a ma- lignant scowl swept over his features. **Not dead!” he fairly shrieked, ‘‘ Turner assured me that he saw him fall.” “Tis false. I know that he lives.” A strange light suddenly broke in upon the outlaw. He had made a startling discovery, but did not reveal it to his companion. He started to the bar, trembling with passion, and had barely reached the counter when, from the side door and back window, a simultaneous rush took place, and before the astonished ruffian could turn to ascertain the cause of the commo- tion, full a dozen pistols were leveled at his head, and determined men presented the wea- pons, ready to fire at the slighest movement up- on the part of the bewildered outlaw. ‘* What’s this?” he demanded, fiercely. ‘‘Don’t move hand or foot,” said Forbes, in a threatening voice, ‘‘or we'll riddle you with bullets.” Donald’s quick glance told him that he could expect nothing by talking to the determined men that hemmed him in. A circle of polished steel surrounded him and restless fingers toyed with the triggers. “Put your hands behind you!” cried Forbes sternly. Donald obeyed, and in a few moments the outlaw was pinioned and his weapons removed from his belt. ‘*Now then, lead on, Foster!” said Forbes to aminer at his side, ‘‘and we'll follow with the prisoner.” Donald gnashed his teeth in his impotent rage. Where were his followers? His friends? He thought of the day when his voice could sum- mon a horde of desperadoes to his aid, but now he was a captive in the hands of scarcely a dozen men. ‘Truly, times had changed in Hele- na. ‘“*How have the mighty fallen!” murmured the bandit as his captors led him away. In a short time the news flew through the town. The desperate outlaw ‘“‘ Wild-Fire ” had been captured. CHAPTER XIV. DONALD’S DOUBLE DANGER. Tue miners conducted the road-agent to a large wooden building and he was placed in a small apartment and the door locked. He paced the narrow confines of his prison like a caged beast. His arms were pinioned in such a manner that he could scarcely move a finger. The room was devoid of windows and the only aperture was a small fireplace in one corner of the apartment. With this exception nothing greeted the eyes of the captive but the bare floor and the white- washed walls. He could hear the voices of his captors in the next room and he placed his ear to a chink in the door, in a vain endeavor to overbear what was transpiring. Nothing but aconfused murmur reached his ears, and the outlaw then obtained a view of the group by peerlng through the chink. To his consternation he saw Forbes with a rope in his hand and the miner was making a noose at one end of this rope. The outlaw drew back with a shudder. He knew full well what that meant, ‘“‘ Lynch law,” —that he was the individual who wold race the halter. His courage forsook him and he trem- bled violently. is life was in ‘he balance. He knew that soft words or entreaties would avail nothing, and he anxiously glanced around his narrow prison for some means of escape. A slight grating noise reached his ears, pro- ceeding from the direction of the chimney-place, and even as he listened, a small stone, apparent- ly dislodged, fell to the floor. - Some one was mpengeg =, the chimney! The outlaw’s heart gave a wild leap of joy as the hope of escape dawned upon him. a few seconds the feet of a man appeared in the opening, and then a form emerged from the chimney-place and placing a finger upon his lips to enjoin silence, the man approached the bandit. “Hist, captain! not a word!” ** Who is it?” asked the road-agent, in a hushed whisper. “ Jack Turner!” It was indeed the very man whom Donald had sworn to kill! The ruffian was even now risk- ing his life to save his leader from a violent. 4
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4 death—risking his life to save one who had fully determined to destroy him. ** Jack Turner?’ echoed Donald, in tones of astonishment. ‘*Yes; be quick, captain; for the regulators are going to make quick work of you. They’ve got the rope ready for you.” Turner’s bowie-knife cut the ropes and re- leased the outlaw’s pinioned arms. ‘*Now then, follow me up the chimney, and then make a bold jump for liberty! You'd better risk breaking your neck by jumping from the roof than from the limb of a tree with a rope around your neck.” Donald did not wait, but darted into the small opening and wildly clambered through the soot- lined passage, to the top. Not a moment too soon was this accomplished, for, even as Turner’s heels disappeared in the opening, and Donald’s head emerged from the top of the chimney, the door was opened and Forbes entered the room. It was quite dark, and the miner could not see the prisoner, **Come! step out here!” said he, in a gruff voice; ‘‘ we’ve concluded to crush the head of the serpent and let the remainder of the reptile die afterward. Come! we’ve got the rope all ready for you.” Forbes waited a few moments for areply, and a slight noise in the chimney excited his sus- picions. ‘** Bring a light in here,” he shouted. A miner seized the oil lamp from the table and dashed into th) small room, A hoarse cry of lisappointment broke from every lip as the light revealed the empty room, Tho outlaw had escaped! ‘** Quick, boys, he’s made his escape by way of the chimney! There’s two of ’em, and we'll uab them yet!” The miners made a rush toward the front part of the house and dashed out into the open air. As they reached the rear of the building a man sprung to the ground and ran toward a horse standing but afew yards away. A horse- man was just speeding away from the scene, and a simultaneous discharge of fire-arms rung out upon the night air. Part of the group fired at the fleeing horse- man, and the remainder discharged their weapons at the person attempting to mount the horse. As our readers will surmise, this person was Jack Turner. The desperado uttered a shriek of mortal agony and fell prone upon his face—dead. Donald urged his horse forward amid a shower of bullets and was soon lost in the dark- ness. Forbes dashed toward the fallen man and turned him so he could look upon his features. An oath escaped from his lips as he discovered the result. ** Tne arch-fiend has escaped!” roared Forbes, as he turned to bis followers. ‘‘ Mount as quick as you can and after the villain! Take him dead or alive!” It was certainly a strange episode. The ruf- fian known as Jack Turner had yielded his life in attempting to save the man who would have ppt him at the first opportunity. It is doubtful if Donald Stone’s gratitude would have wiped out the bitter feeling that rankled in his heart—feelings that Fred Gordon’s es- cape nad awakened, he outlaw scarcely gave the unfortunate man a thought. He away, bent upon es- caping the fury of the men who he knew would soon follow upon his track. ‘Tf Turner’s dead so much the better,” he rowled, as he urged the horse forward, “for Td settle with him any way for the lie he told me. Well! he worked the plan nicely, after all. He had horses ready and got me out of that scrape just in time to save my neck; but what matters it if he is dead? One to share with!” Thus the heartless wretch reasoned as the steed dashed along toward the stronghold in Satan’s Gap. Mile the vai mile flew beneath the hoofs of the horse and the sound of the bandit’s pursuers ag’ iccegsad until he a that the chase m abandoned entirely. , ‘The hell-hounds!” he muttered, turning in the saddle to listen. ‘I'll have a settlement with them. Let them come! Let them follow me totheGap! Idefy them! In fact, I invite thom to attempt it! The Boss of the Road is himself again, and woe to your treasure and your escort! I'll extort a heavy penalty for this night’s work. Ill turn the Wolves loose and spare no one—not a soul!” . : Donald went on in this bombastic strain while his voice vibrated with the anger that possessed him, Wild-Fire, the Boss of the Road. He gradually neared the Gap and his cour- | aged returned. His eyes bl with renewed fires and he shook his fist threateningly toward the distant town of Helena. He reached the outskirts of the retreat, but instead of pursuing the road he directed. the horse over masses of loose rock in the direction of the canyon, thus making for the stronghold in a roundabout manner. He had not proceeded very far, when the faint ae revealed a form lying directly in his ath. : Donald reined the horse, and carefully seru- tinized the prostrate body. It wore the mask of the league upon its features, therefore he could not discover the man’s identity. The outlaw chief placed his silver whistle to his lips, and the peculiar signal echoed from crag to crag. Scarcely five minutes elapsed when dark forms appeared right and left, and the bandit was soon surrounded by his pet Wolves. One of them ornate a dark lantern, and opening the slide he turned the rays upon the form upon the ground. Another removed the mask and exposed the features. murmur of surprise issued from the behold- ers. The features were those of a comparative stranger to the robber crew. It was Crazy Luke who had thus fallen into the ravine and whose body lay directly in the path chosen by the road-agent. ‘*'That’s one of the fellers we were after,” said the outlaw with the lantern, ‘‘ He’s the feller that helped the Dutchman to give us the slip.” The outlaw stooped down and placed his hand over the idiot’s heart, A faint throbbing was distinctly felt. ‘ The man still lives,” said he, looking up. ‘“* By all means revive him. Spare no trouble to bring him to, and Vll put him through tor- tures that would make an Indian turn green with — So the rascal stole one of our masks! Ha! ha! ha! He’ll pay dear for the privilege of having worn it!” It was the first time Donald had laughed since leaving the Gap, and the outlaw felt in rare good-humor to think of the vengeance he would wreak upon the meddler. Several outlaws bore the insensible body of the idiot into the retreat, and spirits were forced into his throat. By de- grees he revived and opened his eyes. An ugly wound upon his head bled profusely, and lent a terrible aspect to his wild features. The eyes, however, beamed with a strange light, and the instant that they rested upon Donald Stone a cry something like the cry of a we animal wounded to death, broke from uke. ‘*T know you! I know you!” he shrieked. “Vengeance for my murdered wife—your sister!” He sprung upon the outlaw, and his long talon- like fingers buried themselves in the bandit’s throat. The idiot bore Donald tothe rocky floor and paralyzed every effort to escape that terrible asp. or Rake him ee Take him away! Why do you stand there while he’s tearing me with his dagger-like fingers?” cried Donald, in tones of agony. _ CHAPTER XV. THE FATE OF THE ESCORT. SEVERAL bandits leaped upon the idiot, and by dint of blows compelled him to release the asping man whom he held in a vise-like 5 t took several powerful ruffians to hold the en- raged man and vent him from again spring- ing upon Donal he robber-chief sprung to his feet and howled like an Apache savage: ‘Hold him! hold him, boys! I'll soon attend to his case!” ‘Villain! murderer!” hissed Luke. ‘Do you remember the sister whom you slew? I am her husband, her avenger! There is one who knows you and who will avenge my darling if you add another crime to your soul. Ihave searched far and wide for you in my crazed moments. Crazy Luke is an idiot no longer. Thanks to the blow I received in falling, the clouds are removed from my brain. The past is clear and fresh in mind. [live for vengeance.” “Indeed!” said Donald, with a sneer—“ live for he mewn. eh? Take him away. I'll give him all the vengeance he wants.” Our readers must bear in mind that we last saw the idiot and Dietrich in their precipitate re- treat from the bandits’ stronghold. Jack Turner and his comrades followed in rapid pursuit. Luke led the way and the German kept close at his heels. It was dark as pitch and the way over the rough rocks very di ifficult, A false step 13 might prove fatal and launch the fugitive into the black gulf below, Suddenly the idiot uttered a quick, low ery and disappeared into a wide chasm that,yawned at his very feet. Dietrich drew back horrified, and staggered forward in an opposite direction, scarcely knowing whither he proceeded. He could hear the confused shouts of the pursuing party, and now and then catcha glimpse of the flickering torch as it rose and fell, thus enabling him to locate his enemies. The awful fate of his poor comrade appalled him, andhe wandered aimlessly among the hills ina vain attempt to find an outlet. By some fatality he again found himself close to the spot where he had first escaped from the abandoned chamber, aided by Luke when the bandit. had secured him to the powder-keg. He saw the jagged opening in the black mass of rocks, and scarcely knowing what he did, he passed through the aperture and again stood upon the floor of tho cave where, but ashort time before, he had escaped the frightful death which seemed at that moment inevitable. The broken powder- keg still lay in the center of the room and close by he saw the scattered powder, The German passed out of this chamber into the rocky corridor and soon found himself close to the chamber where Edwina reclined upon the mass of robes. Ina moment he was at her side and sunk behind the pile of furs to escape the notice of the bandit sentry who had just stepped to the exit of the chamber to note the return of several comrades, Edwina betrayed no surprise and calmly awaited until the German spoke, “Edwina!” said he in a low thrilling voico that sent the blood tingling through her veins. ‘Listen to me well before you reply, You are a captive in the hands of my bitterest foe, For almost a year you bave remained passive in his hands while you knew that Kred Gordon sor- rowed for you, mourned you as one dead. Could you love him and thus remain silently a prisoner?” The beautiful girl turned her head slightly and in hushed tones she replied: “T love Fred Gordon and will love him until the grave hides me from view. God alone knows how I have struggled to escape the per- secution of the man | detest, and how yw helpless I am in his power, but my heart is still loyal to my first, my ony love, I am still true to him, and, dying, I will still whisper, I love him. Before she had spoken the last word she was suddenly clasped in the German’s arms and his lips were pressed to hers, **Look up, my darling! Is it possible you do not know me?” She could barely suppress the glad cry that arose to her lips. ‘‘Wred! my darling!” she qasped. “Yes, here at yourside! We will perish to- gether but never part again.” She could now see why her heart had lenge at the sound of her disguised lover’s voice. Hex heart had discovered what the eyes had failed to recognize, It was indeed Fred Gordon who had artfully concealed his identity in the yellow-haired wig and painted features of the German, Dietrich. Even his voice was skillfully merged assumed character. One long, lingering kiss and Fred whispered cautiously: ‘*Now remain here! Be not alarmed; I will be near you. Remember we leave this place together or it will be our tomb.” , ilently he crept out of the dungeon-like chamber, and carefully avoided the stupid sen- try. Fred again sought the abandoned room, and there, amid the numberless barrels, boxes and mass of rubbish that littered the cavern, hoe found a safe place of concealment and patiently awaited the coming of another night, In the meantime Donald had been apprised of the escape and fuming like a maniac he urged his comrades on the trail of the fugitives. Disheartened and vowing vengeance upon the two men whom he had left to guard the Ger- man, he —— the remainder of the night in a terrible state of anger. Toward noon he mounted a powerful black steed and rode toward the towp, Jack Turner lounged about the vicinity of the retreat for several hours, and then finally rode toward Helena. The finale to Wild-Fire’s visit and the tragic end of Jack Turner’s career have been sar “pp se! omy es gees pia. pf agent, by comin roug 6 intricate pa found the body of the idiot in the gulch, A few words will suffice to explain the man- ner in which Crazy Luke survived the terrible into the.
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14 Wild-Fire, the B fall. He fell into a huge crevice in the moun- tain, but by a most Providential occurrence fell into a es of “shoot” and he felt himself launched down this inclined until his rapid descent was brought to a sudden terminus by a most violent shock and then all was a nk. When he again recovered he found him- self wedged in between masses of granite, and blood streaming down So one his face from the 4 wounds upon his head. @ mask he wore probably saved his life and spared him further injuries. He crept slowly out of his prison and just as the sun had disap- ceoh beyond the dark range of hills he again me unconscious from loss of blood, and fell among the bowlders where he lay silent as death until the bandit chief discovered the prostrate ey > his path and summoned the Wolves to is aid. After the road agent had fully recovered from the surprise caused by Luke’s attack he ordered the captive to immediate death. Let us hesitate before giving the final word. The a of his murdered sister seemed to rise before him and the words died away upon his lips. He bade the desperadoes wait a few moments until he could devise a novel mode of death for the prisoner. Finally he exclaim- ed: ‘Bring him into my own apartment. I will watch him myself.” Luke was led into Donald’s private apartment and secured under the supervision of the outlaw chief. Donald summoned several bandits into the chamber to keep watch over the prisoner while he sought his companions and unfolded his lan for the robbery of the stage-coach and the estruction of the escort. The day came and slowly passed until night again descended upon the desolate region and enshrouded Satan’s then a mantle of gloom. Dark figures moved to and fro upon the “‘ cor- duroy ” bridge spanning the black chasm in the center of the Gap. The Wolves were wef at work upon the structure. Sentries guarded the pea from both sides while the scoundrels toiled with saws and axes upon the timbers of the bridge. Like demons from the infernal pit they crept along from place to place, progressing in their wicked wor The outlaw and his followers were cutting into the timbers of the bridge, so that a certain weight would break the supports and launch those upon the structure into the awful gulf that yawned beneath it. Once in this chasm the ghoul-like creatures could de- scend to the bottom and at their leisure obtain 1g Mae ne and basi ee shane was gaining plunder and disposing of their enemies at one fell blow. The coeeninn brain of the bandit chief had planned the devilish work and his human wolves were rapidly executing it. “Now then! Let them come,” said Donald, in a tone of triumph. ‘Let them come into Satan’s — It will be their ve. Let the vigilantes follow if they can; I’ll warrant that not one will return alive to Helena to tell the tale of the fate of his comrade, Now, Wolves, to your lair, and wait the coming of the enemy.’ m the shadows of the towering rocks the masked figures flitted to and fro and sought the shelter of the battlements. From this point a good view of the Gap was obtained, and the log bridge ap in the faint moonbeams that now and then intruded into the deep ravine. k! A low warning whistle from the sen- try down inthe gulch! Then the noise of wheels and the clattering of hoofs. The coach was coming! Each masked figure leaned over the battlement of rock, and, weapon in hand, waited the startling denouement. moment later and the four horses attached to the lumbering ae coach dashed ce the log bridge, and the wheels of the vehicle rolled upon the structure. The bandits had but time to observe the armed men upon the coach and catch a glimpse of the en steel of their weapons, when a most rrific crash rent the air. The bridge parted midway, and the heavy coach plunged down- ward, avening the struggling horses into the terrible gulf! A despairing cry arose from the unfortunate men upon the coach as they were hurled into eternity. CHAPTER XVI. THE LAST OF THE LEAGUE. A Few hours before the stage coach d from Helena a stranger arrived in town and made his way to the building wherein the stage one transacted their business. He was at- ired in dark clothing, and wore a large slouched hat. = whiskers almost covered a face betraying lines of grief and sorrow. Ina few words the stranrcer ° ntroduced Limself to the a oss of the Road. agent of the stage live, and the twain soon en-| Luke seized a heavy knife and forced theh in conversation. was mentioned several times, and the villainous road-agent, Donald Stone, was the burden of the conversation. From the coach official the stranger learned of the érevarcreep on foot to surprise the rob- bers of the Gap, and also of Forbes’s vigilantes. The stranger arose. **T will join the y of regulators,” said he. ‘‘T have journeyed hundreds of miles to again behold the face of my lost child. I have struck - pe the right trail at last, and I feel that she is at length to be restored to me. I will seek Mr. Forbes and join his party.” “ All right, Mr. Carroll.” The name will suffice to enlighten the reader, who will at once understand the mission of the gentleman addressed as Carroll. It was Ed- wina’s father, who had at last trailed the villain who had stolen his child to the wild regions of Montana. Several hourslater and the stage was en route to the Gap, and the armed men on the qui vive for the desperadoes. About a mile in the rear of the vehicle rode the armed cavalcade of regulators, gradually gaining upon the coach as it neared the pre- cincts of the robbers’ citadel. Nearer and nearer to the Gap the ill-fated escort rode, until the gloomy towers and battlements of the weird place became outlined against the dull sky. It was a ride into the jawsof death, for as the coach rolled upon the bridge that spanned the chasm, the timbers fell into the black pit, and the struggling mass of men and horses disap- peared from view. The bandits rushed from their hiding-places like hungry vultures and began the hurried de- scent into the ravine to plunder the dead and dying, and seize upon the treasure which they rightly surmised was in the iron-bound chest. A loud shout of triumph broke from the masked scoundrels as they saw the success of the scheme. Down, down into the gloom, into the very depths of the ow swept the Wolves to feast upon the gold. Lurid torches lighted the way as the ns leaped from rock to rock in a desperate race to see who would be the first to lunder the bodies and secure the chest. Heed- ess of Donald’s voice they dashed down, and the outlaw’s voice arose ina storm of curses. He had unlashed the Wolves, and the smell of blood had crazed them! Among the giant fr ents of rock lay the wreck of the coach and the lifeless steeds. ere and there lay what was once a human bein but the terrific fall had crushed it out of a semblance to the human form divine. The iron- bound chest lay broken into a thousand splint- ers, its gold and coin scattered upon the bodies of the unfortunate men sent to defend it. Not one had survived that terrific launch into ! In a very short time the human vampires were among the dead bodies and{fought among themselves for the precious metal. It was indeed a strange, wild picture—a pic- ture resembling demons at work in the infernal regions—demons claiming the soul of dead hu- pee : The baleful light of the torches cast a sickly cove upon tet ta ne and u _ ee ideously-mas that strugg an Ssbvared ove the Pi ane Far above this awful picture loomed the broken bridge and the dark side of Satan’s Gap. Donald Stone had been so busily en that the idiot had scarcely awakened a thought. The bandit leader gave himself up to the great scheme of destroying the escort and securing the treasure. The wild yell of triumph that arose from the Wolves stationed near the gap reached the ears of the men detailed as guards. They rushed eagerly to the outlet to witness the awful plun of the coach and its victims, then joined in the 39 rush for spoils and Luke found himself one. The bandits had barely departed from the chamber when Fred Gordon suddenly appeared before the astonished captive. “One good turn deserves another,” said he, “and you don’t know how happy I am to know you still live. Hold on a moment; I’ll release and succeeded in setting the hands of the prisoner at liberty, and then darted toward the chamber to release Edwina. ‘*One moment!” cried Luke. ‘* There’s some- thing in that chest that I want. I’ve noticed the villain was careful to 'ock 16.” Fred Gordon’s name | of the lock and threw o n the lid of the chest. A hasty search revealed the package of papers, and he had but time to place them in his pocket when the hurried tramp of feet echoed in the ssage, A moment afterward and the burly orm of Donald Stone appeared in the opening, andascream of rage arose to his lips. A heav revolver appeared in his hand, and the villain raised it quickly and pulled the t igger. A dull snap followed, and Donald hurled the pistol from him with an oath, and drew a heavy double-edged bowie-knife. A strange occurrence, and one overlooked by the villain, had caused the outlaw chief to seek his caverns for safety. While his murderous crew were down in the chasm, pee we the wreck, a terrific rattle of fire-arms suddenly broke upon the night air, end a shower of leaden missiles flew among the bandits. Fully one-third of their number fell upon the blood-stained bodies of their victims. Before they could recover from their surprise a second murderous volley again swept them down like grain before the scythe. “The vigilantes!” roared the road-agent, and he dashed madly toward the summit of the cliff in a frantic effort to reach the caverns in advance of the regulators. Shot after shot rung through the gap, and one after the other the ‘‘ wolf-heads” fell among the bowlders while seeking to escape the rifles of their pursuers. Swift and certain had retribution fallen upon the desperadoes, and the vigilantes were pour- ing into their citadel from all quarters. Donald uttered a wild cry of defiance and darted into the tunnel leading into the cavern. He cashed along until he reached his private retreat. His intentions were to seize Edwina and bear her onsy. by a secret outlet known only to himself. en he reached his apartment he was con- fronted by the idiot, and the foes were now face to face. Luke leaped upon the powerful villain and drew the curious dagger from his belt. Before Donald could defend himself Luke had driven the blade of the rusty weapon into the bandit’s bosom. Donald heard the footsteps of his pursuers close at hand, and, with one tremendous effort, he hurled the idiot to the earth and sprung to- ward the opening to escape. A huge form bounded forward, and, leaping to the bandit’s throat, bore him to the earth, and with its awful fangs lacerated the outlaw’s flesh in a shocking manner. It was Nero, the huge mastiff. The beast eenens the shrieking bandit beyond recogni- ion. When the regulators reached the scene Don- ald Stone was a = mass upon the rocky floor, and the blood-stained brute was poised above him eagerly watching for a slight move- ment on the part of the outlaw in order to again spring upon him. Donald Stone never moved again. Hiscrime- laden soul had been summoned to the highest tribunal, and aljl that remained of the once dreaded Boss of the Road now lay beneath the paws of the dumb avenger who had avenged his murdered mistress. The group of regulators turned from the scene with a shudder, and Luke summoned the beast to his side. “Gentlemen,” said he, “‘ this dog has trailed that man for the murder of my poor wife—his own sister. If you think he has done wrong I'll shoot him.” ‘The dog has saved us the trouble of string- ing him up to a tree,” replied Forbes. ‘‘ We offer a vote of thanks to the dog.” It is needless to say that the meeting between father and daughter was a joyous one and brought tears to the eyes of the stoutest miner in the assemblage. Fred and Edwina rode side by side on the return to Helena, and within a week the young couple were married and en route to the Com! homestead, leaving the scenes of much sorrow and fraught with so many perils. The vigilantes recovered all the stolen treas- ure and buried the unfortunate victims and their murderers also. A simple cross marks the spot where once the Wolves of Satan’s Gap held high carnival. Beneath the cross lie the bones of their victims. Close by is a huge pyra- mid of bowlders, marking the resting-place of Wild-Fire—the Boss of the Road and the evil genius of the notorious band once known as the Wolves ot Satan’s Gap. THE END. ' —————
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