Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 171) (1880 11 02)
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B Ebony Dan; The Rival Leagues of Silver Circle. A Romance of Wild Life in the Mines. BY FRANK DUMONT, AUTHOR OF “ WIDE AWAKE,” ‘‘ THE BRANDED HAND,” ‘‘WILD-FIRE,” ‘BLUE BLAZES,” “EVIL EYE,” ‘‘MARKED FOR LIFE,” ETC. CHAPTER I. AN INCIDENT IN HELL GATE. READER, picture to yourself a tremendous rocky gulch with towering masses of rock that rise upon either side, shutting out the light and threatening to crash down into the gloomy ravine should nature, in a restless moment, disturb the huge sentinels of granite that seem to guard this desolate spot. Imagine the winding road through this forbidding lo- cality—a rough trail that would be gladly abandoned if some other route could be found to reach the new Eldorado cbristened ‘Silver Circle,” probably twenty miles distant. Just before enterirg this guich the road crosses a mountain torrent swollen into ungovernable volumes of turbid waters by the frequent rains. A rude log bridge spans the swift stream, and, a dozen rods away, the -black yawning portals of the ravine loom up like the jaws of an infernal monster awaiting the coming of its victims. The wild Colorado landscape furnishes the background to the pic- ture and prepares the reader for the animated part of the tableau. Dark masses of clouds float past the moon, and now and then the faint rumbling of thun- der tells of the storm now spending its fury among the'distant hills. Flashes of lightning coming at long intervals serve to partially illumine the dark precincts of the ravine and reveal the wild and weird regions, appropri- ately christened ‘‘ Hell Gate.” About a quarter of a mile away, a Concord coach drawn by four powerful horses was speeding toward the gulch. Beside the driver sat two men mofiled up, their hands grasping Spencer rifles, and their eyes eagerly scanning every rock and bush skirting the road. The feeble rays of the coach lamps threw fantastic shadows upon the roadway and partially dis- closed objects upon either side of the trail. Upon the coach’s roof, or rather the middle seats, sat two passengers whose hands were ensconced in the depths of their overcoat pockets, Their hats were well drawn over their eyes, and, to an observer, they seemed to be plunged im a state of slumber. Directly behind the two men, seated beside the driver, was a box bound with iron and secured by a patent lock. It was the treasure-box that, once or twice a month, was expressed from Silver Circle, guarded by four armed men, The two individuals beside the driver and two more seated on the rear part of the coach com- prised the escort. The men were selected on account of their reputed prowess and vigi- lance, and all four had often fought desper- ately for the safety of the treasure in their keeping. Within the coach sat three persons, The first was an aged man whose white hair streamed down almost to bis shoulders. He was well mufiled up, but a distressing cough proceeded from his lips in spite of his precau- tions to exclude the damp night air. Opposite this old man was a middle-aged gentleman who now and then glanced out of the coach window while his band toyed nerv- ously with the butt of a revolver. Beside him sat a young girl who had scarce. ly witnessed eighteen summers, Her beauti- ful features were set in a wealth of dark auburn ringlets that vainly sought to escape from the dainty little traveling hat that she wore. Her eyes were of that liquid blue so often described by poets. Twin lips that seem- ed to be forever inviting kisses, were now Ebony Dan. parted, disclosing teeth white and perfectly even. Accloak of dark material covered the traveling dress worn by the little lady who is to figure prominently in our story. A passing description of the person beside her may not weary the reader but serve to portray another character who will occupy the reader’s attention from time to time. The hard lines about the corners of the mouth, the quick restless eyes of a dull gray color and the cunning expression of the man’s face be- trays his crafty nature, stamps him a hypo- crite and to the reader of faces it plainly speaks a warning. “Look out for him,” seems to be written on the man’s countenance as plainly as if it had been traced there in letters instead of the many deep lines, and forbidding aspect. Such is Spencer Mason—a man reputed to be enormously wealthy and owner of silver mines in the newly discovered regions. Eleanor Mason is his daughter, and one cannot look upon the fair girl’s,.features,and then upon Masgon’s and see the slightest resemblance be- tween the two. “We are approaching that canyon,” said Mason tremulously. ‘‘I wish we were through that aceursed place. The storm having spent its fury we'll probably soon have another tempest about our ears in the shape of the ruffians who infest this road.” “ Dear mel- Don’t mention highwaymen™to me,” gasped the little white-haired man amid a violent: fit .of. coughing: . ‘\ lve got. three thousand dollars hid away in my left boot and I'll bet them rascally cutthroats will find it.” Another violent fit of coughing seized the speaker and he struggled to proceed, but in a bolder manner. “Darn me if I don’t fight like a wild-cat! I won’t lose my money. I don’t. reckon they’ll find it in my boot, will they, sir?” The man seemed to ask the question in a peculiar manner. “T don’t think they will molest you,” re- sponded Mason in harsh, disagreeable tones. ‘But, I’ve got my money hid in my boot!” reiterated the old passenger. “That’s all right, sir. I carry a sum of money also, and I daresay the villains will make a careful search for it,’ replied Mason. “Papa, do you really think we shall be at- tacked by the robbers?” Mason turned quickly as if his fair daughter’s voice had suddenly recalled him from a reverie. “We may be subject to an attack! We were unfortunate in selecting this coach, for it conveys the treasure-box. The chest will be the means of inviting the road-agents to stop this coach although we carry an armed escort.” ‘‘-Yes, that’s so! The guards are armed with rifles,” cried the coughing passenger; “besides, there’s two travelers on the top of ‘the coach, and you—and I.” Mason glanced out of the window as though he feared to see the forms of the banditti sur- rounding the vehicle. Every jolt of tse lum- bering coach caused him to start and betray the true state of his feelings. ““ May be, the robbers are not such rascals as to trouble us because the lady is within the coach,” suggested the aged wayfarer after a short series of coughs. ‘“You seem to be a stranger,” growled Mason, eying the old gentleman in a peculiar manner. In fact it was the first time during the journey that Mason had actually scruti- nized his fellow traveler. ‘* Let me tell you, sir, that this trail is infested with gangs of cut- throats who spare neither age nor sex. There are at the present time two distinct bands who pretend to rule these regions. Strange to say both of these gangs of rascals are opposed to one another. It is dog eat dog and war to the knife between them. One is headed by « scoundrel of the deepest dye who calls himself Bully Bolton; the other is a mysterious league of black ruffians headed by a negro black as the ace of spades and who calls himself Ebony Dan—” Crack! The sharp report of a rifle rung PRL RN DAIS Se OE Sa LS a I SSE Aa are Seon OS through the defile, just as the coach rolled into the gloomy avenue, and exactly as Mason ut tered the name of the road-agent. It seemed as if the very name had been the cue for the startling incidents that followed each other simultaneously. Quick upon the flash of the rifle from the roadside the two passengers upon the coach withdrew their hands from their pockets, Each man held a brace of pistols within his grasp. One mar leveled his revolversat the two forward guards, while the remaining one covered the two sen tries behind the coach. Although the four guards were heavily armed they were completely at the mercy of the two men occupying the central part of the coach roof. Expecting no danger from the two sleepy passengers the escorts had turned their entire attention to the roadside, and had thus met with an enemy from an unexpected quarter. A moment later and the road seemed to be filled with men. They emerged from behind bowlders and from the shadows, asif a troop of gnomes had suddenly popped up from the bowels of the earth. The click! click! of rifles told of the death work impending. Everything was done with the precision of clock-work. At the instant the rifle sounded in the ravine, the old passenger within the coach leaped from his*sent’and thrust a brace of revolvers almost into Mason’s face. Eleanor uttered a slight scream and drew’ back into the furthest corner. “‘Not a word,” said the pretended traveler, “or Dll let daylight into your skull. I don’t mean daylight for it’s dark as Egypt. Out with your cash! I know you, Spencer Mason, and excuses are of no account withme, Money or bullets, that’s biz!” Mason stared hard at his assailant and sat speechless with astonishment, ‘but. the voice of his assailant roused)him to a full sense of the situation. “Come! Don’t sit there as if you were pet- rified! Shell out the lucre. I’ve got youina tight fix, old pard. I've been laying for you a long time to settle old scores. Is it possible you don’t recognize my vuice?” **No; who are you?” gasped Mason. The man flung aside the wig of long white hair with beard attached, and exposed his features to the of the mine-owner, who uttered a low wail, while his hand attempted to seek his hid- den weapon, ‘None o’ that, you treacherous dog, or V’ll bore a hole into your carcass with a full ounce of lead. So! you know me, eht To the resi~ dents of Colorado I’m known as Bully Bolton, but to you—you know me by another name! We are comrades in guilt, partners in crime, It’s dog eat dog with me. I rob friend and foe when they traverse Hell Gate. Come, I’ve no time to waste with you. Out with your eash or I'll drop you dead in yourseat, and you know I mean what I say for I bear you no friendship.” “Spare me! spare my daughter’s feelings!” whined Mason, as he gazed into the tubes of the leveled weapons, “Your daughter?’ and Bolton spoke the words in a sneering manner, as a grim smile played on his sinister countenance. The sound of an ax striking a metallic sub- stance roused the road-agen*, and warned him that his outlaw crew were already at work up- on the treasure-box. Bolton instantly flung open the coach door, and, darting forward, he seivei Eleanor in his arms and leaped out 07 the vehicle; then he blew a shrill blast upon a silver whistle and several forms darted to his side. A scream escaped from Eleanor’s lips as the ruffians laid their hands upon her. A shout, clear as a bugle-blast, rung through the ravine, and a horseman dashed upon the scene, riding down all who opposed him, CHAPTER IL. THE TIGERS AND THE JACKALS, THE villains who had seized the young girl in their rude grasp went down like stricken
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bullocks, for the rider who suddenly appeared upon the scene fired his revolver twice in rapid succession, and reiuing the powerful black stal- lion that he rode, he leaned over and, ere Eiganor could realize that she was free, from the grasp of the road-agent, she was gently raised upon the saddle before her rescuer. From the dark recesses of the ravine there rode forth a troop of. sable horsemen, who swept down upon the robbers and cut down all who failed to evade the onslaught of that. mys- terious band, Not.a word—uvot a sound es- caped from the lips of the black riders,.al- th ugh they rode bither and thither in pursuit of, Bolton’s, followers, Like avenging furies they dashed upon the road.ageuts and spared none who came within the range of their pis- tols, or beneath the hoofs of their fiery steeds. The brigands abandoned. the. :treasure-box and fled for safety among the giant bowlders. The men upon the coach recovered from their lethargy and prepared to recover the treasure. It was ‘‘out of the frying-pan into the fire,” however, for the sable rescuers, merely drew up in line and in turn. brought. the pass- engers, driver and escort under range of, their weapons, Upon the very first, appearance of danger Boijton had beat a precipitate retreat, firing a harmless shot at. the bold rider, who had.res- cue Eleanor. Once safe among. the rocks he made his way to the summit of the tremendous mass and then glanced down into the ravine, He conld hear the yels of his followers as they flecl before the black band, and see the spiteful flash of their weapons, ““Curse that son of Satan, he bas again cheated me of my prey when it was. mine and within my grasp! Il have a day of reckoning wi hthat whelp of Erebus,” A Jarge bowlder dislodged by somebody went crashing down into the ravine, and B 1- tous hand flew to bis belt for his remaining weapon, A form emerged from the gloom and ap- proached the outlaw captain. “Don’t shoot, Cap!” called out the new- comer. “It's me Sid, Wilson!” Belton lowered his 1 istol and a moment later the man stvod beside him, and in a yoics be- traying chagrin, exclaimed: * Thut’s a nice fiuale to our well-laid scheme, isn’t it?’ An oath fell from Bolton’s lips ere he re- plied, “It is the work of that nigger, Ebony Dan; but, mark me, Sid Wilson, Jl have his heart’s blood for this night’s work. This sebeme could not have failed but for bis interference. You and Sandy K+yes were on the coach and I was within. Every thing wert well; the treasure- box was ours—all ours until the coming of that nigger and bis gang Huye we lost any moen, ani is the chest Leyond recovery?” **We have lost three or fouc I telieve; I couldn't see very well, The niggers are crack shots, aud, blow me if I don’t think they are in league with Satan himself. B,Jlets seem. to have no effect upon their black carcasses,. I fired point-blank at Ebouy Dan but it was like throwing paper wads at him, I don’t thu.k they’re muitals, What spite have they got against us?_ Every. time we are about to make a good haul they seem to spring up from the earth or drop down from tte air itself and scatter us like a Jot of jackals and cowardiy coyotes. They’ve g t the treasure-box and the nigger captain’s got the gal—” Bolton interrupted the speaker by uttering an expression of profanity in a voice hoarse with rage. , “We must take her from him, Wilson. I have waited my chunces too long to be easily cheated of my vengeance now thab an oppor- tunity has presented itself. Wilson, I cannot at present tell you my motives. Suffice it to say that, in yonder coach the man whom I aid- ed in a crime is now a passenger. He has avoided me and kept well conccaled under an alias. He is rich—rich from {he proceeds of that crime, while I wander in these regions ¢ with a price upon my head: . Had: I secured the girl I, would have brought him toterms. It would be killing two birds with one stone, for I'd make a good thing out of it for myself and the band, and also satisfy the cravings of.ven- geance.. A greater rascal uever dwelt outside of a prison than this same. Spencer Mason, yet he moves about as if he was beyond. reproach. Long have I waited for him, and.tomight, by mere chance, he fell into my. hands, only to be saved by that accursed nigger. . Now, what's to be done, Wilson?” The numbling of, wheels far down the ravino told that the coach was agaia en route. “There goes the, coach!, After all our plot- ting it is hard to,lose the prizo when. ’tis, most won,” responded, Wilson, as he listened to the rumbling of the departing vehicle. From their. point of observation; the road- agent and his, Jieutenant, couid.see, the faint light of the bull’s-eye lantern, carried, by,the sable riders, andthe two baffled villains.ground their teeth with rage as they, rightly surmised that Ebony Dan’s crew were at, workyupon.the treasure-box,... [twas indeed very, much; like a score of tigers driving away. the .jackals from their prey in order to, possess the feast and en- joy it. In this case the two f.jackals,’”? were perched far up..on,;the. cliff overlooking the seene of their late fiasco, For a few minutes neither. ruffian spoke but with glaring eyes .they watched, tue.shalowy forms flitting to and fro while the. distant svund. of wheels grew tainter and fainter, Bolton was.the first, to,b:eak the silence, “Spencer Mason has escaped me,’’ be hissed, apparently to biaseif, ‘* What is that man to you and why do you take it so to heart?” Wilsou’s . inquiry, aroused; Bolton, and . his manner was excited while ho replied to his comrade’s question. ‘““Tbat man’ bas @scaped from my clutches and may-never fallinto them again. Fool that I was, I showed my cards. too, soon,..I have betrayed the fact that I. stdl Jive and track him, ..He will be upon his guard now, and_ it will be twice as, hard for me to trap, him, but I'll do it. Thanks to my disguises and my, tal- ent in that respect J’. nip, bim yet. L rcde with him in that coach.and yet, he never dis- covered tho trick nor recognized my, voice un- til Lannounced myseif to him and. disclosed my features. So ’tis safeto say. Ican catch bim again. . But. the. golden, opporjunity is lost. Had I succeeded to-night 1 could bave secured him in one of our mountain retreats and, compelled him to disgorge. But there’s LO use crying over spilt milk.” “ That’s. very true, but we'll never get the drop on the escort, again. I tell you, Cap,.we had worked the scheme to a T.,. We had our po;s under their moses even when they were on the alert for the boys in the ravine. T? it budn’c been for that.son of Soot and his imps we might now be fingering tbe lucra_of the chest.” - “Never mind; we'll originate. something else, Wilson; but, first of ail we must get rid of these black rivals... There is but. reom. for ene gang to work Silver Circle and_ it’s; sur- roundisgs, and that band must be Bully Bol- ton’s or none, at all, .We must wipe out. this black tiger and_ his followers;. thea onca more we'll rule supreme in this section of Colorado. Iv’s war to the knife hereafter, and woe to any of the nigger’s gang who falls into my hands! It will be instant death to the imp, you may depend upon it, But, it is quite dark in the ravine and not a sound proceeds from _ its dark depths; s’pose you go down, Wilson, andyrecon- noiter. See how many of our boys have;tallen, and see if you can find out the direction ,taken by the niggers,” “ All right! Where shall I rejoin you?” “Near the cataracts. You know the. en- trance, don’t you?” “Yes,” replied Wilson, and the lieutenant began his descent into the pass. A death-like stillness reigned in the awful | Ebony Dan. ‘3 precincts of ‘‘ Hell Gate,” . Silently the mystie riders had departed from the place after ront- ing Bolton’s: banditti,, leaving no; traces, for when Wilson reached the spot.where the coach had been halted he discovered no. signs.of .the sable horsemen; not. even the corpse of oneof his own comrades lay upon the ground to give evidence of the struggle! Fora while Bolton’s emissary rubbed his eyes: and wondered if he -was not the victim of hallucination. Meanwhile Bolton, poised upon the verge.of the cliff, grew impatient. and gave vent, to his anger frequently. ‘‘I wonder if,that scqun- drel.did..take the girl away? .Curse him, Td give ten years of my life to meet Ebony Dan, , face to face,” he exclaimed. “Your wish is granted!” said..a..voice at his side, that caused Bolton to fairly leap with sur- prise, CHAPTER, IIL EBONY DAN. Wuen Eleanor felt. that a strong hand bad raised. ber from the ground and, seated her upon the saddle, she, naturally turned. to, qb- serve the features, of her.reseuer., A rift in the clouds allowed a few straggling moonbeams to..pierce..1he gloom and. by aid.of, this, pale light, she saw the countenance. of the horse- man... It, was the features of a young negro, a face black as the raven, The rider. wore a large, black Mexican som- brero and was attired in garments of the same hue. The, features were. not coarse; on the .con- trary, quice.pleasing and. evincipg the most marked. ovtlines of the Caucasian. The lps were far from resembling thosecf the ordinary A‘rican and the teeth were white and even. . The. crispy, woolly Lair alune, suggested the pure, Etbiop. Bleavor drew back as her eyes rested upon the man and she made an effo: t tospring dwn to the ground and thus evade Ler new captor, but .the horseman was quick to observe. the movement, and check it. , “Don’t be -askeer’d, miss;.you isn’t gwine to be harmed... I reckon.de two men wot hada hold ob you is gwine to glory by dis time or to de odder; place ina han’ basket.” His yoice was low and tbrilling. Something in the tone of. that. voice, instantly reassured Eleanor and even caused, ber. heart to flutter wiloly aud a. jittle cry of. glad surprise strug- gled to escape from her. rosy lips. But, one look, at that dusky countenance soon aispelled the new hopes that bad, been called into her heart by the tones of the negro’s voice. The. crack of the pistol and the hoarse cries of B, Iton’s. comrades told of the struggle then trauspiring in the ravine, , Eleanor saw the black riders moving to and fro like phantoms, now and then overtaking an escaping road-agent and disy atching ihe wietch just.as escape seemed as:ured. It was a silent battle on the part of the horse- men. Tbe fair girl looked anxiously about to dis- cover the form. of ber, father. .Sjevcer Mason was at that moment crouched, in a corner of the. coach, and thinking of nothing, but. him- self ard the money concealed about him. The armed escort had recovered from their in- activily aiid surprise and now stood ready to repel an attack. It seemed that but a moment had elapsed frum the time the dark borse- men appeared, until, the white robbers were routed. and forced to abandon the treasure chest and flee. Then came a most unexpected and startling incident... By word of command the.sable riders wheeled about, right and left, and ina few, seconds they had entirely sur rounded the coach, and each silent. horseman leveled a short carbine at the group scated upon the top of the coach, Not a word, nota syllable from those statue-like riders, nothing but the hostile movement with tLe weapons, and that. spoke volumes to the escort and the driver, P It said just.as plain as if spoken:— Now that we have overpowered the first band of
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Meanwhile, the beautiful girl had remained a passive witness of the scene. She could not fail to observe that the dark horsemen seemed to take all orders by signs from the man who had rescued her. She rightfully concluded that this personage was tho leader of the riders. “De troublo is all over,” he observed as he saw his followers in full possession of the ravine and surrounding the coach. ‘‘ We’se given Bully Bolton anodder wollopin’, and stole de money-box right from under his nose, Now, miss, you is at liberty to rejoin your father!” Here was food for mental reflection, How did the black brigand know that her father was within the coacb, or that any relations ex- isted between them? Eleanor looked in a dazed manner as if the negro had surprised her both in allowing her to escape and in speaking of her father. **You needn’t be s’prised, miss,” he added. “Tknow dat Spencer Mason was a passenger on dis coach, and I knew dat his lubly daugh- ter would be ’long wid him, Dat was de rea- son | made up my min’ dat you shouldn’t be troubled by Bolton. De storm caused a delay, but I got here in time. All I want for my re- ward is de treasure-box from de coach and a promise from you, Miss Eleanor Mason.” ‘* A promise trom me?’ repeated the young lady. “Yes; one dat you can easily grant if your heart is true to promises made long ago.” Even as the negro spoke he gently took the maiden’s hand and aided her to dismount. “You is free to enter dat coach and pro- ceed on your journey. When you hear Ebony Dan’s name mentioned, and you hear dat he is a black ruffian, you will remember dat he was polite to a lady and dat be would ‘low no barm to corce to her while she was under his protec- tion,” suid he, bowing politely. The circle of dark horsemen made a passage for the girl as she proceeded to the coach and entered the vehicle. For the first time Ebony Dan. as he had announced himself, spoke to the group upon the coach, “T’m gwine to take nuffin’ but de express box. Dat chest was’most stole from you, any- ‘way, and second thief’s the best owner. You might ’a’ bad a funeral ’mongst you if Bolton hadn't been tampered wid by me and my dai- sies. Now de p’int is dis: Does you gib up de chest widout any talk or a struggle, or must I bore holes in anybody dat ’poses de right of Ebony Dan to buckle on to dat money-box?” A sbort consultation followed among the four men comprising the escort, and the spokes- man of the quartette addressed the dark rider: “Ebony Dan, we don’t want any trouble with you. Weare satisfied that you keep the chest, for four can’t whip twenty. Give us credit for trying to save the chest, will you?” “ An’ you gib me credit for savin’ your lives from Bully Bolton’s gang. Whin you hears de Vig’lants up at Silver Circle denounce Ebo- ny Dun, speak a good word for him; dat’s all I ask in return from you men. You've been sent out to protect dat box, but you might as well try to move de Heavens as to try to es- cape from Ebony Dan’s riders if you make de least effort to use a weapon.” Two of the dusky horsemen seized the iron- bound box and bore it away. The remainder sat immovable in their saddles, and suddenly there flashed forth a single ray of light from each mounted bandit. The light proceeded from small bull’s-eye lanterns whose slides had been shot back at a signal. A blaze of light now surrounded the stage-coach and enabled the occupants to see the features of the negro rid- ers and their sable leader. Ebony Dan approached the window of the coach and reined in the steed while he peered into the vehicle, and exclaimed: “Spencer Mason, one word wid you before dis coach rolls out ob dis ravine.” “What is it?’ demanded the mine owner, ange ty from the rear seat, drawing back to escape the rays of Ebony Dan’s lantern. “De next time dat you dare to cross dis trail and you fall into my han’s I'll hang you to de nearest tree, You remember dat, and make a noto ob it.” Ebony Dan noticed the expression of pain resting upon Eleanor’s face, and he quickly added, ‘* Your presence here to-night has saved him. Dat his life is spared on your account, miss, please remember it in time to come, Let Spencer Mason also bear in mind dat Ed- win Carson will some day have a reckoning wid him.” Eleanor uttered a cry of mingled joy and pain as she heard the name of Edward Carson proceeding from the lips of the black outlaw. Spencer Mason lay back in the coach, speech- less, and the lantern revealed his face white as a sheet, his eyes fixed upon the black features of the outlaw and his tongue cleaving to the roof of his mouth. “Now drive on,” commanded Ebony Dan in tones of authority to the man grasping the reins of the restless horses, Then he again leaned forward and hastily spoke a few words to Eleanor. ‘“*Remember, I asked you to grant me a promise.” “What shall it be?” “Believe Edward Carson an innocent man and never cease to love and trust him!” **T promise—sacredly !” was Eleanor’s trem- ulous response. Then the coach was speeding onward. ‘God bless her!” murmured the negro horse- man gazing after the receding vehicle and then he signaied his dusky followers to his side. ‘*Remove all traces ob de conflict and follow me to de Wildcat Mountain.” Ebony Dan turned his steed and sped along in an opposite direction from Silver Circle.. CHAPTER IV. THE RIVAL ROAD-AGENTS. “ Your wish is granted!” Bolton whirled around, and his eyes rested upon a tall figure who stood within two feet of the spot where be had taken up a point of ob- servation. The outlaw felt a cold chill shooting through his frame, like sparks of electricity, for a second glance revealed a brace of polished weapons in the grasp of the man whose voice he had heard. **Ebony Dan!” fell from the road-bandit’s lips as he gazed upon the black features of his formidable rival. “Yes, and your sworn foe,” replied Dan in menacing tones, “Why is it that you have selected this part of the silver regions for your operations? Surely there is room enough in the diggings for both leagues. Why is it that you con- stantly thwart me in my purposes? You have killed off several of my best men and cheated me out of the fruits of my schemes;—what have I done to you that you should harass me in this manner?” Bully Bolton’s voice was no longer that of bold defiance, but whining and deprecating. It was several seconds before Dan replied to the ruffian, “You ask many questions which you could answer yourself if you bad brains enough to think over your many acts of cruelty and treachery. Let it suffice dat I have ample cause to hound you whereber you may go. Its true dat I have killed off a good many ob your followers but remember dat, after dem, comes your turn; and it’s a-comin’ mighty soon.” “What have I ever done to you?” “Enough dat you and I bofe can’t live in dis world. De world is not big enough to hold you and I. You can remember your partner- ship wid Spencer Mason; you remember how you and he stained your bands wid blood. Dar’s an old saying dat when thieves fall out honest men will get dere dues. You and Spen- cer Mason have fallen out and de dues are yet ester to come. I have warned you; now profit by de warning. If you are wise you'll leave dis country after denouncing Spencer Mason and his villainies. T’ll always kecp an eye on you and when I gets tired of your devi:tries I'll rid de world ob a reseal. Now off wid you! I means bizness, and J might change my mind and stuff you full o’ lead immejetly. Git!” Bully Bolton needed no second invitation but tucned and dashed away, thanking his stars that he had escaped. He tcarcely knew how he passed down the steep declivity. He leaped from rock to rock like a wild chamois, and finally paused in the solitude of the gloomy ravine, Waiting and listening his bravado returned, and he gave voice to the maddened thoughts in his heart. “Curse the mgger! What does he know of Mason or I? He spoke as if he knew every- thing. Now the question is where does he come from? who is he? I’ve beard of this Ebony Dan for the last six months but never met him before. This gang of niggers must be wiped out or my occupation’s gone. There is one thing certain— that gang is under strict discipline and they do their work like artists, If I could handle my ruffians like that I’d be the terror of the country. Before Ebony Dan appeared in these regions I ruled supreme, but now my popularity, even among my fol- lowers, is on the wane. Strange what a sensa- tion this nigger bas created in Silver Circle, His name is upun everybody’s lips and the Vigilants will soon be prying into the dark precincts of Hell Gate. That will be bad work for me. _ Up to the present time I've had full sway at the treasure-boxes passing through this gulch, but that nigger is bound to deprive me of that privilege also. Curse him! curse him!” he cried vehemently and as he con- cluded his wild barangue, he was startled by the sudden appearance of his confederate, Sid Wilson. ‘* Well, what’s the news?” “No traces of anything. The coach is gone and the niggers have captured the money-box and lit out. Not a sign of any of our lads with their toes turned up. Everytbing is silent as the tomb. Best thing we can do is to make ourselves scarce in the gulch and fix up a scheme to get even.” ‘*Get even? Sid, I’ll have a terrible ven- geance for this night’s work,” averred Bolton, **- You deserve to be shunned by every man of the league if you do not make an effort to capture this Ebony Dan and torture the nigger in a horrible manner to atone for his share of the work.” Sid Wilson evidently held Bolton accountable for the failure of the scheme and looked to his chief for ample redress. Both ruffians wended their way through the ravine until they emerged from the dark portals of the guich and proceeded toward a low range of bills to the north-east. The rout had been complete for neither Bolton vor his comrade saw any signs of their chunis in the vicinity, and, as for the sable riders, they had vanished from tbe locality almost as mysteriously as they bad appeared upon the scene. While the two partners in crime are wend- ing their way to their rendezvous we will fol- low the coach wherein Spencer Mason and bis lovely daughter are again en route to the busy little town called Silver Circle, The motion of the coach reassured Mason and he gave vent to a sigh of relief when several miles were placed between the vehicle and the spot occu- pied by Ebony Dan and his men. ‘Father, tell me, what is the the nature of the acquaintance existing between you and those men?—Each seemed to know and threat- en you.” Mason evaded the question by merely reply- ing in an indifferent manner, but his fair daughter renewed the question. “Speak not of those ruffians, Eleanor,” said he somewhat brusquely. “TF do not know them or care for their idle threats. Is
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Pa a a rn AE a is very plainthat I have been mistaken for some one else, that’s all.” ‘But, father, the negro spoke of Edward Carson—” *“Sienco! Do not mention that villain’s name to me,” cried Mason. ‘' You know heis a red-handed murderer. The blood of my eld- est brother cries for justice and my conscience smites me for allowing him to escape. Know- ing tbat you loved him I shielded him from py fury of the lynchers and allowe him to ee,”’ “Father, you know he was innocent.” ‘Girl, do not anger me by upholding that miscreant. Like the warmed serpent, he turn- ed upon his benefactor. He repaid my kind- ners by murdering my brother. He is an outcast, and a price is set upon his head. Although I connived at his escape, I would glad- ly surrender him into the hands of the Vigi- lance Committee if I but knew his lurking place. Never speak his name again. I brought you from your northern school to these wilds where I could watch over and protect you from the villains who infest this world.” The speaker paused as if the words were choking him, and a long silence ensued. When Mason again glanced toward the fair girl she had buried her face within a snowy ‘kerchief and sobs were struggling to escape from her tremulous lips. An hour later the coach rolled into Silver Circle and an excited group spread the news of the robbery and struggle between the rival leagues. CHAPTER V. A STARTLING INTERVIEW. INTENSE excitement reigned in the town when it became kuown that Ebony Dan had captured the treasure-box. Spencer Mason contributed lavishly to the reward offered for the apprehension of the black outlaw; but his main efforts were directed toward Bully Bolton and his league. He urged the capture of Bol- ton, and offered an additional reward for the taking of the outlaw, dead or alive. “While that man lives I am in constant dread,” he mused. ‘Once he is in the hands of the lynchers, I will breathe easier and realize that no living being can expose my record. When Bolton is removed Ill put a trusty emissary upon Carson’s track and soon remove him, alse.” The Vigilantes were incensed to think that a band of negroes had taken possession of the trails, usurping the places of the white out- laws. They began preparations in earnest, to swoop down upon the bandits at an early day. Spencer was impatient and fretted over the delay in fitting out the expedition. Meanwhile the outward bound coach was stopped by Ebony Dan and bis sable comrades, and the in- mates of the coach piundered but not mal- treated. This caused Spencer to again urge the speedy departure of the armed expedition. Several days after the robbery Mason sat in the little room that he termed his private office. The lamp was burning brightly, and tbe mine-owner wus seated before a table ex- amining a package of documents. He had locked the door and closed the shutters; so he feared no intrusion. A small safe stood in one corner of the room, and, heaped upon the iron receptacle, were volumes of books and survey- or’s implements. Maps of the St.ite of Col- orado and its silver regions hung upon the walls and small ‘“‘claim” maps littered the eorner of the apartment. The documents had been just taken from the safe, for the iron door remained partly opened. He unfolded several folded papers and se- lecting one from the number he examined it carefully. “fam rich beyond expectation,” he mur- mured; “the new yield is some thing grand, I find that these papers establish Jobn Mason’s claim to it. It will prove to be a rich lode, How fortunate that I am the sole owner of that mine! Dead men tell no tales.” ‘« But live ones do /” said a voice close to his ears Ebony Dan. Spencer Mason leaped from his chair, dash- ing the documents right and left and almost upsetting the lamp in his excited movements. His eyes fairly bulged from their sockets as they rested upon the features of his midnight visitor. His band moved toward the small drawer in the table, but a warning from his visitor caused him to abandon his intentions. The warning was accompanied by an ominous looking revolver in the hand of the intruder. ‘Touch the pistol you’ve got in that drawer and I'll bore a hole into your skull sure’s my name is Bolton!” ‘‘ What do you want here?” gasped Mason, turning in his chair. ‘“‘A short interview with you, so we can balance accounts,” answered Bolton, seating himself opposite the mine-owner and toying witb his revolver. ‘‘Our accounts have been settled long ago,” exclaimed Mason. ‘Do you know that your presence here in Silver Circle means death to you if you are seen and caught?” “Tm taking chances, pard, I admit, but it’s worth the risk to once more have a confidential chat with you. The other night we were un- pleasantly interrupted.” “Don’t you know it’s death for you to be caught by the Regulators? You'll be strung up!’ Mason persisted. ‘Some one else is in danger of being strung up! Now, Spencer Mason, cease your blab about my safety. I'll look after my life and you do likewise. I warn you that 1 want no unnecessary talk with you. Come to the point at once. I know that you have inflamed the Vigilantes against me in particular. You contemptible hypocrite, you are doing this to rid yourself of me! But, mark me; 1’ll de- nounce you as sure as there is a Heaven above us if you persist in your purpose. Withdraw the reward you have added for my capture or I'll speak. I know how you have become the sole possessor of the mine:, and you know who it was that aided your bloody work. You have reaped a harvest and I have received buta pittance from you for my share of the work. You have fastened guilt upon an innocent man and you fancy yourself safe!” ‘* Why do you speak to me of the past? You have been paid for your work and I owe you nothing,” and Mason’s manner was defiant. Bolton brought down bis fist upon the table with terrific force and an oath flew from bislips. “‘ You do owe me sometbing—you owe me for my silence! You've paid me for my work, but Ill mighty soon let you know how we stand if you fail to come to my terms. You are a man of influence to-day, but to-morrow I can blast you and have you driven forth from this town or hung by the very men you are now urging to hunt me down. It depends upon you whether I am silent or speak. Carson is a fugitive through your representations, but I could clear the man if I but revealed the truth. You are in ion of wealth that belongs to your dead brother’s child—” ‘Hush! Not so loud! Be silent.” Mason glanced nervously about as if he feared that listeners were at the door or window. He would have given half of his wealth if he couid have stricken down the bold partner of his crimes and forever have silevced him. Bolton laughed, a low, mocking laugh, as he noted Mason’s nervousness, and he smiled at the mine-owner’s discomfiture. ‘So you do fear my tongue after all, eh? Well, it rests with you whether you are safe or denounced. Now, look you! I have but a short time to remain here, and I must make good use of it, too. I have terms to offer. You have only to accept or decline them. Accede and you may rest in safety; decline and I will reveal the secret of your wealth and see that John Mason’s child is put in full possession of her rights.” ‘“What terms do you propose?” demanded Mason, after a few moments of reflection, dur- ing which Bolton amused himself by examin- ing the chambers of his pistol. “First, you must withdraw your reward 4 \ 5 and influence the members of the Vigilance Committee to turn their attention to Ebony Dan, and allow me and my comrades to go un- molested. I will abandon this locality if they will accede to your demands. Next, I want a certain sum of money to enable me to leave the country forever. I will of course take to myself a wife, and I have determined to confer that bonor upon Eleanor Mason!” “What!” Spencer fairly leaped from his chair, and his voice was hoarse with passion. “You marry my daughter—-.ever!” Again Bolton gave vent to his low, mocking laugb and motioned Spencer Mason to remain seated and listen. “Stop this nonsense,” he warned. ‘Don’t affect indignation. We are equal, for we were partners in guilt, My record is as clean as yours. If I marry Eleanor—your daughter— hem!—I’ll make her a good husband, and that will effectually close my mouth, You will be much safer then. Now you haye heard my terms; what is your answer?” Mason moved about uneasily in his seat, for be saw that Bolton eyed ihe open sate and that the ruffian was about to pick up the documents which lay upon the floor, Spencer Mason knew tbat he must attract Bolton’s attention at once, or the outlaw would examine the papers or peer within the safe. “Very well, my dear friend; I will accede to your wishes. You and I will be firm friends hereafter. I will see my daughter and at once state my wishes. I have no doubt that she will do just as I desire, Now, friend Bol- ton, I hope you are satisfied.” During tbe time that Mason was speaking he was busily engaged in picking up the docu- ments and replacing them in the safe and in- stantly locking it. “ Hold up, friend Mason! You bave forgot- ten one important item in my demands, Hand over some of that cash as an installment and guarantee of good faith.” Mason groaned aloud as he reopened the safe and drew out a small bag of coin which be placed in Bolton’s hand. ** How much?” be asked, “ Four thousand dollars in gold.” **Good enongh!” was the laconic reply as the ruffian pocketed the amount. “I will call again to-morrow night for your daugbter’s an- swer; and now, friend Mason, good-night! Pleasant dreams.” Bolton walked to the door, and to Mason's astonishment. he saw tbat it was unlocked although he felt sure that he bad turned the key in the lock. Bolton passed out and the mine-owner in- stantly seized a heavy revolver and darted to- ward the door. : CHAPTER VL. BANDIT AGAINST BRIGAND, In order that the reader may fully under- stand the state of affairs existing at the open- ing of our story it will be necessary to give a passing sketch of several persous who are prominently concerned in it. John and Spencer Mason first sought the sil-. ver regions during the excitement following the discovery of precious metals in that part of Colorado. Jobn Mason left a wife and child in Balti- more in order to seek the new E!dorado unin- cumbered. After several years’ absence bis wife died and tbe little girl was placed in an; institution to receive an education. The brothers thrived and became the joint« possessors of valuable claims. Spencer Mason was a shrewd man who invested carefully awd grasped his gains with the eagerness of the’ confirmed miser. Gold was his idol and het worshiped that idol blindly, sacrificing every-": thing to gain it. Six months before the open- ' ing of our story a young man arrived from the East. Seeking employment be was given a clerkship in the office of the Mason brothers, Edward Carson was an intelligent young fellow who served his employers honestly and faithfully, and Joby Mason became somewhat - t
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6 attached to him, -A strange coincidence was that Edward had formed the acquaintance of Eleanor Mason at school, and the young couple exchanged vows of love ere Edward departed for Colorado. Her strange history had” im- pressed the young man, ‘for sho remembered but little of ‘her parents. She knew that re- mittances came regularly from Colorado, ep- parently from her father, an ‘she longed for the day when she would be summoned by him to journey to the silver regions to be clasped to a parent’s bosom. By a very strange tarn in the wheel of fate, Edward found employ- ment with the Mason brothers, and he often puzzled his brain to determine which of the two was the father of the girl he loved. Both were strange men, who kept everybody at a distanee, scarcely ever exchanging a dozen words witli their clerk or mossengers. Although John Mason rather admired the handsomo young fellow who transacted most of their bueiness, he never, by word ur deed, conveyed such an impression; on the contrary, he was severe, and often disagreeable. One day the mail-coach brought a letter that caused Bdward Carson’s heart to beat wildly with joy. This letter was from B'eanor, and she stated that ber father had at last summon- ed her to meet him, and ere tong she hoped to be en route to the silv>r regions. That very ngbt av awful tragedy threw the town of Silver Circle into the wildest ex- citement. John Mason was found murdered in his office, and Spencer at once denounced Edward Carson as the assassins A howling mob surrounded the place, and, despite his protestations of innocence, Carson was dragged to a tree by the Jynchers and a rope fixed about bis neck, By a most extraordin iry accident he broke from the yelling mob and, amid a perfect shower of bullets, he reached the shelter of the rocky outsk'rts of the town, an4, vided! ‘by the darkness, succeeded in eludiog his pursuers and escaping. But’ ho was outlawed, anda’ price set upon his head. In the midst of the excitement following the burial, E’eanor arrived, and Spencer'at once proclaimed the lovely girl as his daugbter and releted the circumstances of the murder and the flight of the murderer. Eleanor .refused to believe her lover guilty, but evidence was strong against him, for Spen- cer told a clear story and swore to its truth in every respect, . The poor girl’s grief can well be imagined; for the first time her young life was’ shadowed and she drank the cup of sorrow to its dregs. Spencer offered immense rewards for the cap- ture of the murderer dead or alive. But Car- son beffied ali efforts to retake him and disap- peared from the State. The numerous miving claims were now the sole property of Spencer Mason, who soon put himself in full possession of the mines. He seemed to lavish all the affections that his self- ish nature was capable of bestowing upon his beautiful daughter. Her heart longed for its first love, and, sleep- ing or waking, her thoughts were ever of. the youth who now wandered with the crime of murder fixed upon him. She alone believed him innocent for she knew the noble nature'of the man who had won her heart, and she re- fused to believe him guilty until she could hear from his own lips the story of that:dreadful night, The words uttered by the road-agents were treasured in her mind. She remembered the abject terror displayed by her father and the threats of the robber who seemed to know him ‘so well.. There wasa mystery which surrounded the entire affair and the brave young woman determined to unravel it. It will be recalled that Spencer Mason fol- lowed after the retreating figure of the road- agent as he passed out of the mine-owner’s office. Baffled, and quivering with rage Mason stvod upon the sidewalk, vainly louking for traces of the man he feared and hated. Bolton had. disappeared; for the cunning freebooter knew full well that the mine-owner would seize Ebony Dan. » upon the first chance to commit a treacherous act in order to free himself of his confederate’s presence, Therefore Bolton passed into a low doorway and from bis place of concealment observed the movements of the man who had followed upon his track. When Mason had returned to bis office and reclosed the door Bolton emerged from his hiding-place and pur- sued his way down into the lower part of the tosn, *T could pop him down mighty easy if I hail a notion,’ said he, ‘as he hurried onward, “but Pd be a fool to kill the goose that will lay golden eggs for me, I must keep an eye on him, for he’s getting desperate.” Bolton turned down int> a dark passage between masses of rock that had prevented the erection of buildings. About forty yards down this gloomy, ravine-like passage the bandit suddenly paused, for he saw, dimly outlined, a man and horse, directly in his path. “Ts ‘that you, Cap?’ was asked in a voice which’ Bolton appeared to recognize, for he approached the speaker, “Yes, Sid, and ’ve’ met with more than ordinary success, too. I’ve seen’ old Mason— actually went into his shebang and forced him to shell out.” “ How did you get in?” ‘No trowblé to open the door for he left the key in'the lock. LI took a pair of piucers and opened the door just as easy as though he had allowed it'to rewain ajar for my coming. I fore d him to shell/out four thousand dollars!” Good envugh! ejiculated Wilson. “I waited bere acvording to agreement, but I felt like giving’ up’ once or ‘twice’ as the hours dragged along.’ Here's the horse, all ready f-r you ” ‘*T’ve coneluded to do something else before returning to Our stronghoid. "While I’m bere | can juss take a peep into the saloon and by keepiog my ears aud eyes open I can ascertain when to expect a vi-it from the R-gulators, and also find out if there’s any bullion coming in or goiig out of town.” * Very good idea,” admitted Wilson. “* How about tbe lorse?” ‘“T was coming to that,” said Bolton. ‘“‘Wait until I change my appearance, for there might be some folks who would recog- nize my pbiz as it appears at preseut and that would spoil my scheme.” Whereupon he took some articles from the saddle-pouch and quickly arranged a wig upon bis “head, and then with a few changes of clothing, he was ready to depart. He placed several objects in the saddle-pouches and turn- ing to Wilson gave hima few parting instrac- tions. “You know ‘the ‘red light’ don’t you, Sid? well, that’s where ’m going. Have the horse ready at the back ofthe building. I may find myself in a\tight scrape and might want to get out and away in a mighty short time. ~ Be on guard’ and have the animal ready for me. Now, good-by, ‘old chum} I'll get the lay of the land and give the Regulators a roasting, if I can.” Bolton retraced his steps and once more emerged ‘upon the street above. From the many shanties and more pretentious buildings, many lights told of groups still battling the games of chance; and invoking the fickle god- dess. The murmur of many voices and the rattling of coin sounded from each open door- way. Bolton paused before a large saloon where a red light cast a ruddy glow about ‘the portals of this gambling den. ‘Those who looked up as he entered saw but a weather-beaten miner whose grizzled hair and beard fell upon a tat- tered and faded red shirt. A black slouched hat covered his head. The wide brim shading the features gave the person a much older look. ‘He shuffled up to the'bar and called hoarsely for whisky. ~ Even while drinking the fiery liquid the as- sued miner’s eyes swept the assemblage and he noted every face present. He saw many whom he knew to be conneeted with the Vigi- WAR —* lance Committee and he kept at a respectful distance. Bolton leaned against the bar and was on the point of interrogating the rough specimen. of humanity acting as‘ bar-tender, when a man approached, evidently intending to quit the place. The instant. that Bolton’s eyes rested upon the tall, well-formed person- age, he gave vent to alow cry of surprise. The features were scmewhat disguised but the freebooter recognized them. He leaped out, revolver in hand, and ina loud voice exclaimed: “Gentlemen! bere’s a man witha price on his head. Here’s the murderer of John Mason! This is Edward Carson,” A score of armed men leaped to their feet and weapons flashed into view. The man who had been denounced as Carson leaped toward the back part of the saloon, and a brace of ugly revolyers appeared in each grasp. For a mo- ment the game was forgotten anda circle of howling men dashed toward the youth, CHAPTER VII. THE DOVE IN THE TALONS OF THE HAWK. Botton bad managed to draw attention from himself and denounce a hunted outlaw at the same time. It wus with intense satisfac- tion that be, also, produced a formidable wea- pon and joined in the general assault, The young man fell back, slowly, holding his revolvers in a threatening manuer. “Down with your shooting-irons!” yelled tbe foremost man, The youth saw that it meant instant death to be taken by the howling mob, tor Spencer Mason had poisoned _the entire community against bim, and no words would avail to save him from the fate im store should he fal into the hands of the maddened crowd, He leaned against a frail door and his fingers pressed the uriggers of bis weapons. A sharp flash leaped from each muzzle and the shots sped in opposite directions. A bullet went crashing into the glass lamp hanging from the ceiling and extinguished it. The other leaden missile furrowed its way into the brain of the foremost man, and he fel] with a dull thud to the floor. The crack of many weapons sounded through the room as the Jamp fell shattered to the floor, plunging the apartment in gloom. Only a momentary darkness, however, for light soon flashed into view from several points, Even as the youth discharged bis pistols he threw his entire weight against the door, I¢ yielded, and as the lamp was extinguished, the young man yassed through the doorway and found himself in the open air, directly behind the building. “Here, Cap, this way!” came a voice close at hand. The youth sprung away in that direc- tion and to his utter surprise found a horse awaiting a master. One bound placed him in the saddle and the next moment he was speed- ing away. — The crowd poured from the building in time to see both horse and rider disappearing in the gloom, Pistols cracked spitefully, but the bullets flew wide of cheir mark, Foremost in the mass was Bolton, and a bit- ter oath arose to his lips as he beheld the dar- ing escape. He dashed about in a frenzied manner, shout- ing to those present to follow in pursuit, As none of the men who had that night frequented the “ Red-light ” happened to be the owner of a horse close at hand, the pursuit was relucy tantly abandoned, at least for that night. Bolton did not return to the saloon but wan- dered in a dazed manner.in the direction taken by the fugitive. Passing a pile of old packing- cases he collided with a man who was seeking to avoid him, In an/instant both men recog. nized éach other in spite of the diu light, “ Schorchin’ furiés, cap’n; I’m surprised to see you. I thought you were in the saddle and a dozen miles away by this time,” exclaimed the man. ( ‘Satan take the luck! How could you make
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Ebony Dan. ” 7 ——— oe eee EES such a mistake? It has spoilt everything. How came you to blunder that way?’ demanded Bolton, angrily. : ‘‘Let me explain: I waited with the horse, as weagreed upon; I heard the row inside and the pist.]-shots that followed; 1 made up my mind that the gang had dropped on you. In the dark I saw some one come crashing through the back door and I naturally s’posed it was you. I called out and the fellow jumped on the horse and went like astreak of lightning. I was just sneaking away when you runintome. Sorry it happened Cap; couldn’t be helped, you know. . Mistakes. will happen in the best regulated fam’lies.” Instead of pacifying Bolton, it only inflamed him the more, and he rayed and cursed every- thing and everybody. “Oh. let it go,” growled, Wilson, growing tired of the torrent of abuse heaped upon him, “ Tt’s only the loss of ahorse, anyway.” ‘Loss of a horse!” yelled Bolton, with an oath. ‘I wish that was.all;...No; the fellow’s got one of the best nags in the country and the four thousand dollars that I got from old Mason is in the saddle-pouch!” Wilson gave yent to a long whistle. “Four thousand dollars in the saddle- pouch?” he repeated. “Yes; I placed the money there. because it would be safe, and not be a load in my pocket to-night,” replied Bolton, “‘ Well, it won’t be a load in your pocket, to- night,” remarked Wilson, with provoking sar- casm. ‘It’s bad enough to be harassed by that imp of the devil, Ebony Dan, but now that I had made-a haul I must lose that also! Everything seems to go against us, lately; no luck—no Iuck. God help the next escort. on the, coach if they attempt resistance! I’ll massacre every living soulof them, Somebody will suffer for all this,” and Bolton fairly gnashed his teeth in his fury. Suddenly he paused and faced Wilson. ‘‘A new idea!” said he, bluntly. “What is it, Cap?” “Tm going to turn my attention toward Bleanor Mason—if I can carry her off to my stronghold we can name our own terms.” ‘Capital! capital!” exclaimed Wilson, ap- provingly. “How do you propose to work i“? . Easy enough! Sim Ryan occupies a little log shanty just over the creek, commanding a ra view of the Mason homestead and the grounds, Well, Ryan is one of so I can use the shanty as an observatory, watch my chances and pounce down like a hawk upon the unsuspecting dove. You return to the hills, select two or three of the boys and come well mounted and wellarmed; I may need you to cover my retreat,” * When shall we look for you?” “To-morrow night. . Wait in the gully near Ryan’s shanty. If I am successful Vil signal and let you know. Now away with you; we’ve experienced a hard streak of luck lately but I think we have reached the turning point and we'll reap a harvest, after all. I'll make my way to Ryan’s and stop there for the balance of the night,” — A few seconds later Wilson was on his way back to the mountain retreat of the freebooters while Bolton pursued a course leading to the northern outskirts of Silver Circle, “How easily I can pull the wool over Wil- son’s eyes!” muttered Bolton. “ He imagines that I am about to abduct the girl in order to ebtain a large reward and share it with him. Ha! ha! ha! “If he only knew my real inten- tions he wouldn’t be in sucha hurry to obey my instructions. No, indeed! Once Eleanor ason isin my hands |’ll make sure of her; she’ll become mine and then we'll see who owns the bonanza claims. Ill show Spencer Mason a trick that he does not dream I can perform.” Bolton sauntered along in high glee, com- muning with himself and anticipating an easy -yietory. He soon reached the dilapidated shanty af- ter crossing the stream by aid of the rude log bridge. Ryan had _ evidently enjoyed numerous ‘¢sups” from the brown jug, for Bolton had to rap at the door until the crazy barrier al- most flew from its binges ere. the sleepy occu- pants arose and admitted him, “Come in, Cap, come in,’ said the drowsy confederate; “hold on till I strike a light and save you from breaking your neck.” Bolton followed bis guide into the room and the twain sat down before the dying embers of the fire. Ina very few words the road-agent explained matters to, his companion. From the window of the hut a good view could be obtained of Mason’s house, situated upon a knoll close by. A small patch of land, like an oasis in that desert of rocks, had been cultivated, and bright flowers were blooming. This was Eleanor’s little garden, and. a tall, lank Chinaman presided over the little patch. On the following morning, when. Bolton awoke, he saw the Celestial at work among the plants, and in a very short time he saw a fairy figure tripping down the path toward the gar- den, It was Eleanor, and the road-agent moved uneasily toward the door. But Ryan checked him. “T may lose this chance,” said the villain. “No you won't, for she'll be ’round them plants again about dark. That’s your chance; if youre hasty you'll spoil it. all,” warned Ryan. The ruffian acknowledged the wisdom.of his comrade and abandoned his intentions at that hour. He-contented bimself by, watching the beautiful girl moving. to and,fro, among the plants, followed by the grinning Mongolian, Hong Wing had acquired a smattering of English, and was quite an acquisition to the Mason household. He was attached. to the lit- tle family and devoted to. Eleanor. From tbe crumbling shanty across the creek Bolton watched, with glaring eyes, and clearly showed his impatience as the hours dragged slowly along. Finally the sun, like a huge ball of fire, sunk slowly beyond the range of hills and the dark shadows. gathered to herald the approach of night. Bolton emerged from the shanty and crossed the bridge. He concealed himself. among a thick growth of briers. It was even,as Ryan had predicted. Hleanor again visited her treas- ures and Hong Wing shuffled along, chattering like an ape.. Bolton waited for a fayorable opportunity, then sprung. out quickly and felled Hong Wing to the earth, He placed his rough hand over Eleanor’s lips, and, as.if she had been a mere infant, raised her in his arms and dashed away across the frail bridge, Once beyond the shanty he blew the well known signal upon the bone whistle and to his delight the horses and several outlaws hove in sight. lt was the work of a few moments, to mount and speed away through the dismal gully in the direction of their stronghuld. The dove was indeed in the talons of the hawk and soon to be in its eyrie. CHAPTER VIII. THE VENERABLE NIGGER AND HIS MULE. Hone WinG could give no satisfactory ac- count of the abduction. He had been felled suddenly and when he again returned to con- sciousness bis bead felt as if a million wasps had interviewed him. Mason cursed the Mon- golian and vainly attempted to receive a de- scription of the assailant and abductors, “Hong Wing no can tellee,” whined the Chinaman piteously, ‘‘me no see nothin’ but star; me tinkee sky fullee flire-crackee and pin-wheel, . Oh! Mellican man hittes. Hong Wing wit’ hammee.” The Celestial bewailed the discolored eye re- ceived in the assault and cried when he realized that his young mistress was in the hands of lawless men. If Spencer Mason suspected Bolton he did not betray the fact to aay one Pag ned tre — r present, but. hastened to the Jower portion of the town and sought the controlling spirits of the Committee of Regulators. In a few hours the town was up and in arms. Groups of excited men darted to and fro and a general war upon gamblers and vicious char- acters was imminent. It was during tbis confusion that a strange- looking personage mounted upon a bony ani- mal, appeared on the main street. The animal was a dirty-looking mule that may have been white at an early period. It ambied along at an unsteady, camel-like gait; its long ears flapping about like the sails of a wind-mill. Upon the creature’s back sat. an old negro almost bent double with age. He clutched the rope tbat served as a bridle and ever and anon rattled bis heels upon the ‘‘ animated skeleton” that he bestrode in order to accelerate its pace. His garments were a mass of fluttering rags and a dilapidated white hat covered the svow- white wool crowning his cranium, A few struggling tufts of white hair grew upon his chin and only served to give his features a darker shade if such a thing were possible, He carried a small basket as if the provisions purchased were of considerable weight. His thin piping voice arose at inters als as he upbraided the mule for its slow and unsteady gait. ‘‘ Look out dar, you Goliah! steddy or you’ll lan’ me head-fuss in dat mud, Dat would be a nice t’ing for you to do. Keep dem eyes peeled, you heah me? Dar you go! up to your knees in slime! Lor’ bress me, I never see’d such a dog-goned fool of a animile in all my born. days. I reckon if dar was a lam’-post right in de way you'd go right up and buck your brains out ag’in’ it. Dar’s no use talking, Goliah, your back is a-gettin’ jist like a buzz saw. Hiyh livin’ don’t ’gree wid you, Your back-bone is sharp as a razor and I’m most sawed in haff, I ’clar’ I is.” He moved uneasily upon the creature’s back, but whether it was because the animal’s back- bone projected in an unpleasant manner, or be- cause his.eyes rested upon the armed groups that appeared on the rough board sidewalks, was not plain to an observer, His eyes rested upon the excited men while his words were addressed to bis dumb com- panion,. The men frequently crossed from one side of the street to the other in order to join comrades who emerged from the saloons, **T wonder what’s up?’ murmured the old negro... ‘“‘ Ah!” be exclaimed, .aloud,. and tugged at the rope-bridle. ‘ihe cause of the exclamation was two men who were crossing the street and who narrowly escaped a collision with. the,‘‘ near-sighted,” mule. ** Look after that old plug!” shouted one of the men. ‘‘He’ll run into somebody and kill himself.. Where. did you get that old bone- yard!” The old negro straightened up and patting the mule affectionately, he replied: “Dat’s an old relic, gemmen!..Dat mule was wid ole Noah in de ark—it’s a fact, and we’se got de docyment in our family to prove it. Gemmen you ’members hearin’ about de dove dat was sent out ob de ark to fin’ dry Jan’? Well, sah! I kin prove de fac’ dat instead cb a dove it was dis ole mule dat kim out de ark and wept back ag’in wid a olive branch tied to his ear.” ) A loud peal. of laughter greeted the old negro’s explanation, and he seemed offended that the mule should be the object of mer- riment, for he.quickly added: ‘‘Gemmen! please don’t. Jaff;. respect ole age, ’specially when de ’pusson was de fuss to set foot on de arf when de waters ‘vapo- rated.” Quite a crowd had now assembled around the two grotesque, characters, the mule and the negro—and all joined in the laughter oc- casioned by his broad dialect and the cbild-like simplicity with which he related the qualities of the forlorn lookivg animal, “What do you feed him on?” yelled « tall miner on the outskirts of the crowd,
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OE S Ebony Dan. j “Gemmen, dat mule is juss as pertickler "bout his eatin’ asaemp'ror. He Jikes custard pie mighty well, but eggs is skeerce an’ he has to be satisfied wid pure water and win’ pud- din’.” “Can he kick?’ cried another after the laughter had subsided. “Kick?” echoed the ancient darky. ‘‘ Now you’se comin’ down to his ’complishments—now you tech bim_ina tender spot!” and the old negro grinned asif the question was a rare compliment. “ Gemmen, you won’t believe me when I tell you "bout de ’lectricity dat’s in dat mule’s heels. When he slings dem hind teet it mseans good-mornin’ to any libing being dat comes in contract wid dem heels. Vl jist show you what dat vole rascal done tome. He kinder got angry at me once and he layed for me to get even. Eb’ry time dat I went near his hin’ feet I could see him lJuffing to bisself and gettin’ ready to turn on de steam for de hin’ part ob de machinery; but I always fooled him by putting him in de stable wid bis tail to de manger and his head whar de heels ought to be, yah! yab! yah! Dat ole fool didn’t know de difference for a long time until one night he dropped on de racket and changed ’round—puttin’ de heels jist whar dey ought to be. I kim along in de dark and opened de doah, and I nebber ’spected anyting ’tall. ALL ob a suddent I felt someting lixe a arfquake hit me on de chist ana in de stummick, and I saw all kinds of blazes fer a minnit; den I didn’t know nuffing at all. I felt somet’ing drap and I looked ’round and found dat it was me. Iwas just a haffa mile trom de house. Now you talk "bout de force ob a mule’s leg, dar’s proof, gemmen, dat he can raise you if you want to be raised. But he ’poligized for dat, and we'se good fr’en’s now. He’s losing his grip—but he was some punkins in de days when he sailed wid ole Noah in his ship.” The old darky regarded the mule with pride as he concluded the recital and the dismal brute made a feeble attempt to bray, but the effort died away in its antiquated throat. “No use,” said the old fellow, tenderly; “ Goliah is a losing bis voice.” “Say! look here, old nigger, where do you live?’ demanded a red-shirted individual, who had remairved a silent listener of the old ne- gro’s remarks. “T libs jest a milean’ a haff outside ob town on Marse Freeman’s p ace. I’se jest come in to get some pervisions fer de ole woman; but, what’s up, gemmen? Is dar gwine to be a mil- *tary precession? I see you’se all got de guns out.” The old negro received no reply to this ques- tion for the same red-shirted fellow again in- terrogated him. * Look here, old nigger; you’ve got things mixed, Freeman has left the diggings and gone to Leadville—” “T knows dat, but I’se keepin’ house fer him. Me an’ de ole woman’s gos charge ob de place while Marse Freeman is gone,” returned the old darky, pleasantly. “Boys, 1 know that voice! I've heard it once, and in spite of the disguise and cracked tones of the voice I know the inan seated on that mule!’ The speaker brought his rifle to a position on 8 level with the old uegro’s head. “Who is it?’ roared several men in the group. * Ebony Dan !” As the words were uttered by the red-shirted person, the old negro’s hands were withdrawn from his ragged garments, and, quick as the lightning’s stroke, there appeared in each hand a polished revolver that spat out a tongue of fame, the instant that the weapons came into view. Even as the man uttered the name of Ebony Dan he gave vent to a screech of pain and flung his rifle dcwn as ke fell back with a bullet imbedded in his brain. “Go it, Goliath!” yeled the negro and tho mule sprung foward with the speed of the wind, CHAPTER IX. ‘OUT OF THE FRYING-PAN INTO THE SIRE.” Ir was strange to witness the wonderful speed developed by the remarkable animal that dashed away at the word of command. The negro sat erect in the saddle and with his weapons blazed away at every one who sought to intercept him in his flight. Before the crowd had fully realized his intentions Ebony Dan had gained full twenty yards in the ex- citing chase that now ensued, From each side of the street came a rattling discharge of fire- arms as the cry was passed from mouth to mouth: “ There goes Ebony Dan!” The mere name of the dreaded road-agent had often occasioned excitement as his bold deeds were recounted, but now that the identi- cal personage was in full view and in the midst of armed men, the excitement bordered upon frenzy. It seemed as if Ebony D.n and his odd-looking steed bore charmed lives as the marksmen aimed wildly in their ner- vous haste. The bullets failed to inter- cept the flight of the mule and its intrepid rider. Even those who sprung out in advance to bar the way met with poor succcss and either went down before the unerring aim of the fugitive or were hurled aside by the won- derful animal. One rough specimen of hu- manity managed to seize one of the long ears of the mule and to bis utter amazement the ear remained in his grasp while the animal dashed onward. One glance revealed the fraud. The ear was but a cunning imitation and composed ofa species of card-board and felt. The trick was now apparent, Ebony Dan was mounted upon a fleet horse which he had cunningly daubed with a whitish clay and decked out to resemble a wce-begone mule, by fixing the bogus ears and trimming the tail of superfluous hair. It was a clever trick and the discoverer of the bogus ear rolled into the mud, beels over head, while grasping his tropby. The alarm spread throughout the whole town; but the advantage gained by Ebony Dan at the outset was decidedly in his favor, for he kept his pursuers at a distance during the exciting chase. Straight as an arrow iu its flight the outlaw dashed along and was rapidly nearing the rugged masses of rock form- ing the outskirts of the town. “The devil seems to protect his own!” cried a miner who had just leveled and discharged his weapon at the fugitive. He turned away with a look of dissatisfaction at the failure of the shot and joined in the yelling throng. The way became rugged and a deep gully ran paraliel with the main trail. Ebony Dan directed his steed into the gully and gave the animal free rein. A loud shout broke from the crowd in pursuit as they deem- ed the chase at an end.and the capture of the road-agent certain. Several old shanties oc- cupied the lower end of this gully, and toward one of these Ebony Dan urged his now panting steed. When within a few feet of the shanty he leaped from the saddle and gave the horse a sharp blow at the same time exclaiming, “‘Now then—make for home /” The brute leaped forward like a bolt from a cross-bow and in a moment it bad disappeared in the intricate windings of the gully. Ebony Dan dasbed toward the nearest cabin, and, a moment later, had passed into the building and barred the door. An old negress was just in the act of descending through a trap in the rough floor in order to reach tbe cellar. Ebony Dan was beside the trap in the twink- ling of an eye and pushed the astonished ne- gress into the dark cellar and closed the trap. A heavy chest stood in one corner cf the room and the young road agent quickly dragged the heavy box directly over the trap in order to prevent the wench from raising the barrier. All this had been accomplished in less time than it has taken to éescribe it. A colored dress hung upon the wall, and the hunted man had quickly removed his coat and placed the BPP dress upon his own person. Next, he placed a pair of brass spectacles upon his nose and tied a fantastic bandanna ’kerchief about his head, at the same time dashing aside the tuft of wool that ornamented his chin. A tattered woolen shawl that lay upon a rickety chair enabled him to add to his ap- pearance and present a remarkable counterfeit of the old wench imprisoned in the cellar, Even as he presented this speedy metamor- phosis the footfalls of his pursuers were almost at the door of the shanty. Ebony Dan leaped to the door and unbarred it, and at the same time giving vent toa ge- ries of wild screeches. The door was flung open violently and a dozen armed men appeared on the threshold, ‘‘ Heilo, old woman, what's the matter with you?” yelled the foremost. “On, lordy—lordy! I'se skeered to deff. De debbil’s been here! De debbil is here, sure!” Ebony Dan again gave vent to a series of ecreecbes and appeared to be trembling with terror. ““Where’s the nigger that ran into this house? Come, no dodging the question—where is he?” And the interrogator displayed his revolver in a threatening manner, “Wasn't it de debbil, sure ’nuff?” queried the seeming wench, in tones of eurprise, “ Was dat a seal live common nigger?’ ** Yes—w' ere is be?’ “T’se got him! T’se got him safe!” ‘“‘ Where is he? Speak, or I'll see 1f I can bring you to your senses,” “Hold on, gemmen; I'll tell you! I was jest here getting ready for to go down de cel- lar when somet’ing like a man—t t’ought it was de debbil— ran past me and gib me a lick ‘long side ob de jaw and ran dowz into de cel- lar, Phew! I smelled brimstone after dat, Jest as soon as he got down into de cellar I rolled dat chest right a-top ob de trap-door, and if be is a rale common nigger he’s down in de cellar yit. If he is de debbil you might as well look for a needle in de bay-stack!” The Regulators waited to hear no more. One and all dashed toward the chest and flung it aside and cpened the trap. “Look sharp there! The villain is armed, as will pepper some of us unless we wing im. The speaker paused, for a deep groan came from the depths of the cellar. “‘ He’s there, boys, and if I’m not much mis- taken some of our bullets hithim. Hear him groan! He can’t doary mischief. Who'll fol- low me?” ** All of us!” cried the group. ‘Ebony Dan, surrender and we’ll deal easy with you,” cried the foremost Regulator as he descended the trap. A groan was tte only answer and the men quickly descended into the dark cellar. As the last one was half-way down the steps the apparently ter:ified wench bounded for- ward and dealt the unsuspecting fellow a blow that sent him headlong among his companions below. Then Ebony Dan closed the trap and dragged the chest over the spot. A moment Jater he had dashed out through the small win- dow overlooking a precipitous part of the gully, Not a moment too soon was escape in that di- rection accomplished, for the balance of the pursuing party surrounded the front part of the building while a number rusbed into the room just vacated by the road-agent. A wild yell told the fugitive that tbe trick was discovered and that the chase would be- gin anew. He leaped from bowlder to bowlder carefully concealing himself behind the masses as he sped along. The road that he was pursuing would bring him into the locality of Hell Gate, and once in that vicinity he could easily evade his ene- mies, The deepening shadows of night favored his flight, although he knew that the Regulators were on his trail by the confused sound of
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Ebony Dan. 9 PE ars NE a at a a mer) voices proceeding from the upper part of the gully. Suddeuly a surill signal sounded from the lower pait of the ravine, apparently uot a dozen rods from the spot whre Evony Dan hid momentarily halted. Another detachment had entered the gully and were coming from the very direction tbat Ebony Dan hoped to find unguarded! In a moment the signal was answered from tte locality of the shanties. The road-agent droyped down behind a huge rock and he saw the shadowy foims of the lynchers pass within ten feet of his hiding- place. He arose and crept forward again rapidly, casting away the old dress and shawl as he progressed and removing the gray wig and spectacles, Aided by the darkness he reached the con- fines of the gully and sped away into the wil- derness of stunted bushes und rocks. He could hear the «lamor of weny vices, bus distance soon caused the sounds of pursuit to die out altogether, Several hours later he stood within the por- tals of the dismel precincts cf Hell Gate. He had just piven vent to an cxpression cf relief and sati;f ciion when a score of figures seemed to arisc from the very earth and be was hemmed in by a circle of leveled revolvers. CHAPTER X. THE HISSI\G OF THE SERPENT. THE glitter of po ished steel and 1be ominous figures told Ebuny Dan that he was surround- ed by foes. “‘Halt!” exclaimed one of the men; ‘the least movement and we’ll riddle you like an old target!” Ebony Dan recognized the voice and the man. It was Sid Wilson, the lieutenant of Bolton’s league, Before the black road-agent could offer the least resistance several of the bandits sprung upon him and io a moment his hands were secured by several luriats. “ Well, I reckon I'se in a tight fix,” said Dan calmly, ‘* but I'se got to make de best ob it, I gibs )ou credit for Jaying me out dis way; I ought to had my,cyes peeled.” “The capVin wul be mighty pleased to see you,” declared Wilson; ‘he’s been in bad humor for several days, but one look at your black face wi.lset hia to grinuing.” * Yas, dat’s a fac’; I may set him to grin- ning before he knows it,” replied Ebony Dan. ‘But now, boys, dat you've got dis chile, what’s de next Ving on de bill ob fare?” ““We.l, we’re $0 glad t» have you in our company that we’re going to take you up to our roost in the Buzzard mouutains,” answered Wl- son, ‘“‘and I reckon, my black pilgrim, that you'll be pleased with your reception. We had no idea that we’d trap you so easily. We knew that you lit. out for Silver Circl-, under false colors, and we were watching for your return, T rcekon we’.l have a finger in the pie when the next treasure-box comes tlrough Hell Gate— eh, boys# Ha! ha! ba!” Wilson laughed boisterously, for he felt elat- ed over his capture. The taking of Ebony Dan would be a tremendous feather in bis cap. It would make him popular with the league for he bad accomplished what Bolton hud failed to periorm, jt would be an ea-y matter to dispose of Bully Boiton and proclaim bimself the head center of their band. It was this scheme that caused Wilson to be unusurily good-natured and affab.e when in company with members of the banditti. Ebony Dau did not show the least s‘gn of disccmfiture; on tie contrary be laugh d and joked during the journey vhrough te wild mountain passes woile the outlaws carefuily guarded aguinst a rescue. They; momenta ily expected to see the black riders rise from behind projecting rocks and swoop down upon them and re-cue their leager, Mile after mile passed and the bandits gradu- ally drew nearer to their stronghold aad ban- ished all thought of losing their prisoner. At last they |.adsecured the man who bad wrought disaster to the league and almost dis- —_————_— ——— — — — ees sense persed it. The scenes of the midnight attack were yet fresh in their minds and the blood of comrades cried for vengeance No wonder that this rough crew were in excellent spirits and that one of the number raa ahead to in- form the down-hearted members in the retreat of the streak of good luck attending Wi'son’s scouting-party. Bolton bad selected an excellent retreat for his lawless crew. A chain of rugged hills en- circled the tract of land occupied by the log houses of the outlaws. The only access to this retreat was through a natural gateway formed of towering rocks. A mere handful of armed men could hold an army in check, and sbould they penetrate in‘o the defile, the bandits could destroy the attacking party by hurling down huge blocks upon the heads of their foes. Bolton had certainly picked out a stronghold for the desperadoes who made it their home, A large number of horses and borned cattle roamed about the inclusure, the proceeds of many raids and stampedes. When the scouting party reached the gate- way they found the members of the league assembled in groups and evidently in a great state of excitement, The capture of Ebony Dan was an unluoked-for event and the theme of conversation. The early dawn had brought abundant rea- sons for a joliification. A few moments previous to the coming of Wilson and bis prisoner, Bolton bad sidden into the iuclosure with his fair captive, Eleanor Mason. It was the first time that the desperadoes had ever looked upon the features of their dreaded foe and now that be was safe in their hands their joy knew no bounds and Sid Wil- son was the lionofthehour, The: uffian sought the hut occupied by the bandit leader and a cordial greeting passed between them. It was plain to be seen that Buiton did not know of Ebony Dan’s capture, for tbe outlaw chief bad sought his cabin after seeing Eleanor placed in a secure chamber. “ What luck, Cap?’ asked Wilson, care- lessly. Bolton smiled, showing his wolfish teeth, as he replied: “Best in the world! I’ve succeeded fa- mously. Thanks to your promptness in send- ing help when 1 needed it badly. Eleanor Ma- son is a captive in my bands.” “Indeed! I'm glad to hear it. I have a prisoner also!” said Wilson, indifferently. “You? Who is it?” “ Ebony Dan!” Bolton leaped as if he had been bitten by an adder, Then be darted forward, and fixing his cold gray eyes upon Wilson’s said, sternly: “Don’s trifle with me, Sid! Did you say Ebony Dan, or did the fiend whisper it in my ear?’ “T am not trifling with you, Cap! I tell you again that I have bagged your bugbear, and the scou: ge «f the mining regions. ‘The nigger is trapped and is now in our keeping.” Boiton uttered a wild yell of triumph as Wilson concluded, and he grasped that wor- thy’s hand and wrung it cordially, ‘: Ouce again we are masters of the silver regions!” he cried, vebemently. ‘‘Onoce again the treasure- boxes will fall into our bands without opposi- tion. I feared this black devil more than a thousand Vigilantes, and now that be is in our hands I could dance for joy, Wilson, you’rea brick, and you deserve to be rewarded.” If the arch-villain could have read what was passing in Wilson’s mind at that moment he would have struck bim dead at his feet. Wil- son’s reward had been fixed by that individual himself. It was to dispatch Bolton, and as- sume control of the league! He felt sure of the majority of the lawless crew, for he had poisoned them against Bolton, and the con- spiracy only lacked a favorable opportunity to show itself and strike the blow. Wilson was a cunning rogue and was daily growing in favor with the desperadoes who ad- mired his reckless courage and bravado. “T must go and see this fellow, at once,” declared Bolton, “‘and after I have interview- ed him I'll prepare to send him to his home ia the sulphur regions, I never prayed for a person’s death so ardently as I have wished for this nigger’s, and to think that | am to be his judge and executioner! Oh! the reward for patient waiting is too great. I could shout for joy!” Bolton sought the log hut occupied by the distinguished prisoner and soon was in the presence of Ebony Dan. Several bandits, well-armed, guarded the entrance, and watched the bound man. Ebony Dan smiled as he saw his visitor and a low chuckle escaped from his lips. **So, so, my blackbird; you’re caged at last! Do you remember the last time we metf Do you remember the words you used to mef The tables are turned now and your very seconds are numbered.” ‘‘Well, dat’s some consolation,” confessed Dan. ‘‘If you'se got dem numbered yo'd bet- ter keep goud ’count ob dem. I admit dat de tables is turned cl’ar ‘round but I reckon as how dey is ona pivot and will swing ’round once more.”’ ‘Don’t delude yourself with any bope of es- cape. I have lunged for this day and it has dawned at last. The rival leagues of Silver Circle will no longer exist. If you had a hunured lives I'd torture every one of them from your carcass and enjoy your sufferings and Jaugh at your cries of agony!” “* Dat’s very kind ob you.” ‘““Do you know what death I have selected for you?” “Deed I doesn’t, and it don’t worry mea blame bit!” Bolton felt his blood tingling with anger. He would have struck down his helpless cap- tive but he had marked out a death of tortures for him. It was with difficulty that be smothered his rage and again addressed Ebony Dan, but his voice resembled the hissing sound of a coiled snake preparing to strike, | “ll enlighten you: I’m going to repay you for all the trouble you have caused me and my followers. Your black riders have hunted me without mercy and I'll crush their leader as — though he were but a worm under my heel.” ‘*You'll find me a good lively worm,” re- plied Ebony Dan. ‘“I’se got as many lives as a cat and I’m worth a hundred dead niggers. Don't blow about what you’se gwine to do— but do it! Ebony Dan never takes water, but he’s solid to de last moment.” “‘T'll put you to the test sooner than you ex- pect,” retorted Bolton savagely. ‘Do youre- member the young lady that 1 had taken inte my care and whom you rescued from my bands? Well, it’s a strange coincidence truly, for she is here a captive hke yourself,” *- Eleanor Mason?” ** Yes, Eleanor Mason! you know her name?” **I don’t know; I reckon I must ’a’ beard it dat night.” The e was something in the tone that struck Bolton; and be noticed also that a tremor seemed to pass through the fiame of the black outlaw. 1t was witb an effort that he main- tained his composure, and the lynx-eyed :uf- fian noted that, also, for he exclaimed: ““ he news of her capture does not please you!” A strange gleam shot from the negro’s eyes and his lips quivered, but be made vo reply. “I'm in rare good luck,” added Bolon, “for )’°ve needed a rich wife and now I can say that I’ve secured one.” A low sob proceeded from the adjoining apartment. Ebony Dan peered through the chinks in the logs forming the partition, and was enabled to see the occupant of the next chamber. It was Eleanor Mason! A low groan arose to bis lips. Why should the captivity of the beautiful girl affect the negro in this manner? Was not his own life in peril? How the deuce did
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10 Ebony Dan was on the point of addressing his visitor when Bolton again spoke. You are satisfied that I have spoken truly. She is in the next room; but, time is fleeting. I will prepare you for your exit to the un- known world. Here, Luke, and you Bailey— bring an armful of dry twigs.” Two of the bandits who had joined the guards at the door departed to obtain the in- flammable material. Now, Ebony Dan, I propose to build a fire upon your bosom, directly over your heart and slowly torture you to death.” CHAPTER XL NIPPED IN THE BUD. Wuen Bolton dashed away with his fair burden the bandits allowed their steeds to drop a considerable distance behind the road-agent and his captive. The moment she was fairly seated before | im, the villain had quickly ap- plied a’kerchief saturated with a powerful drug to her nostrils. This prevented an outcry, and his prisoner lay passive as a sleeping child upon his bosom. Bolton selected the roughest trail in order to avoid any parties that might be traveling to or from Silver Circle. After t aversing a stream that marked a dozen miles’ ride from the mining town, Bolton halted his panting steed and allowed his follow- ers to join him. “*1t’s all right,” said he; ‘no danger of pur- suit. We’re a dozen miles away and our way is clear to the mountain, Tha plan has worked to perfection. Why did Sidi Wilson remain at the’stronghold instead of coming back to me?’ “T don’t know, Cap,” responded one of the horsemen—*‘ that is, I don’t know for certain. I heard Sid speaking of an expedition to Hell Gate, and he picked out a gang to take with him. He gave us our instructians, and then lit out with his lads.” ” Bolton ground his teeth with rage. Wilson was becoming decidedly bold. He no longer consulted his chief, but acted upon his own re- sponsibility in many desperate cases. Bolton did not fail to noto that his lieutenant was all-powerful among a certain clique form- ing part of the league. Inwardly he resolved to'remove Wilson at the first favorable oppor- tunity. He rode along, almost forgetting that he bore a senseless form before him, and was not aware of Eleanor’s presence until she gave vent to a low sigh. The'cool night wind had revived her, and at the same time broken the road-agent’s unpleas- ant reverie. She fixed her large blue eyes up- on his forbidding features, but with a shudder, she closed them again. “Ah! you are awake!” cried Bolton. “That’s right! make no attempt to evade meor to cry out and you are perfectly safe. Do you recognize me? Do you not remember the little old man that rode in the coach? Do you forget the exciting scene that followed and how I had you in my care?” ‘IT do remember—I also vividly remember the black champion that took me from you,” she replied. Something like an oath broke {rom Bolton’s lips as the girl meutioned his for- midable rival. “Tbat scene is not to be repeated,” said he savagely; “in avery short time you will be in my retreat and surrounded by a reckless crew who will form a living barrier between you and the outer world. I have a proposition to make, You are at liberty to accept or refuse as the consequences are inevitable. You are probably aware that I hold a sword above your father’s head. One word from me and he is doomed to a felon’s death.” He paused a few moments as if to note the effects of bis words, but the fair girl had yet vouchsafed no reply or betrayed any emotion. ‘I said, thatone word from me would suf- fice to destroy’ your father. You can save him by becoming mine. I have loved ‘you, fair Eleanor, loug before you ever gazed upon me.‘ I,am rich and you shall have all that | Ebony Dan. your fancy can suggest. I will leave this wild country and depart for another clime. I will—” : “Cease! I will hear no more,” interrupted Eleanor with flashing eyes and recoiling from the ruffian as though he was as poisonous as the deadly viper. ‘Speak not of love to me. Were you rich as the combined kingdoms of the world you could never purchase my love. I bave loved but once and my heart will re- main loyal until it is stilled by the angel of death. Although I love my father, his safety can never be purchased by such a sacrifice and with such as you!” : “Such as me?” repeated Bolton, vaguely. “Yes, an outlaw—a villain. You have torn me from my bome only to threaten me and force me to come to such terms as you offer. But, let me tell you that, to my dying moment, my answer will still be the same, and you will fiud that I have a will of my own—a will that you can never alter.” “A very pretty speech,” sneered Bolton; ‘it’s quite dramatic; ’pon my word you should have been an actress. In spite of your will, and your emphatic language, you will find that I am not to be put off so easily. Remember that I can use force if it becomes necessary.” TI do not doubt it. That would be in keep- ing with your bonor and courage: You are a brave man and worthy of any noble woman’s love!” and the brave little girl concluded by uttering a mocking laugh that went to Bol- ton’s heart as though each sound was'a veno- mous arrow. He quailed before ‘his pretty captive. The road-agent rode along in silence, brood- ing over tbis unloooked-for defeat. He had anticipated tears, and supplications, and then a delay of several days. Instead of this she bold- ly defied him and even mocked him. He did not expect that tho sweet-faced girl would give him the least trouble, but now found that he had caged a young lioness and one not easily tamed. The confines of the mountain retreat were soon passed and the little cavalcade entered the inclosure. Only a few guards were at the entrance and these paid no attention to the outlaw chief and his captive. Bolton led the way to a log hut and secured his prisoner by locking both doors, The heavy oak door leading outward, and the stout door in the partition. -Before leaving her presence he again assured her that she would soon be his wife and that escape was impossible, there- fore to be prepared for an early ceremony. When she heard the key grating in the lock her courage forsook her and she burst into a flood of tears. She murmured the name of the man she loved and implored Heaven to send him to her assistance With her hands clasped in prayer she seemed to be wafted slowly into dreamland. She was awakened from this reverie, or slumber, by hearing the confused hum of voices in the next,room. She peered through the crevices and distinctly saw the hated features of the robber chieftain. She also saw the black countenance of the mysterious person who had interposed in her behalf when Bolton had attempted to carry her away from the coach. She started nervously. One glance sufficed to reveal that Ebony Dan was a prisoner in the bands of the human wolf who had abducted her, Strange that her heart bled for the black captive, and that within its depths was an in- expressible yearning or longing to be at his side. The orb of day shed a faint light into the two apartrnents, and through the wide chinks in the log partition Eleanor was enabled to see all that transpired, and hear every word spoken. The shadows were chased away by the early sunrise, ihus enabling our heroine to note every- thing in the adjacent room. She was horrified to hear the villain order his minions to produce the dry combustibles to carry out the dreadful fate decreed upon the prisoner. Ebony Dan was bound in such a ROE # eee ees manner that he could not offer the slightest resistance. As Eleanor peered through the barrier of logs she espied the heavy “ six-sbooters” of the bandit leader lying upon the small table. Bolton had removed them from his’ bélt in order to handle his captive easily and escape injury from the premature explosion of the firearms. The two weapons lay upon the table within easy reach of the outlaw’s hands. Even as she descried the revolvers the twe baudits returned with a mass of light and dry twigs. At their heels came several scowling rufflans headed by Sid Wilson, and full twenty more thronged the narrow doorway to obtain a peep of the horrible execution about to be enacted upon one hated and feared. Several burly ruffians seized the negro and after a brief strug- gle he was laid prostrate upon the earthen floor of the hut. ‘Shall we bare his bosom?” demanded Wil- son. **No; just place a mass of twigs directly over his heart and one of you can feed the flames. Now, Ebony Dan,” said he, address- ing his helpless foe, “ your time has arrived and a horrible death awaits you! Have you any- thing to say?” “Only jess dis! Remember dat Bdward Carson still lives and will some day demand justice. I’m all O. K., for V’ll be avenged by my riders. Go ahead wid de picnic! Start de bonfire.” Ebony Dan’s eyes swept the assemblage as he spoke and in that searching glance he saw one face that expressed volumes. A quick motion of the hand followed, and the man mingling with Bolton’s crew disappeared from the negro gaze. “Bring that torch and apply it to the twigs,” yelled Bolton. An outlaw stepped forth with a blazing pine knot which he had just ignited and fora mo- ment he hovered over the prostrate furm of Ebony Dan. - Eleanor was about to shriek when her eyes rested upon an ax in a corner of the room. A wement later it was in her grasp and with one well directed blow she shattered the door in the partition and sprung into the room—di- rectly into the circle of amazed ruffians. Bol- ton leaped back as if a bolt from Heaven had exploded at his feet and the outlaw with the torch pavsed while yet the flame of the pine knot scorched the twigs upon Ebony Dan’s bosom. Eleanor reached forth and grasped Bolton’s revolvers and thrust them full into the baffled villain’s face. CHAPTER XIL BETWEEN TWO FIRES, Bouton’s first theught was of his weapons but when he saw them in the grasp of the reso- lute maiden he uttered a yell of rage. “‘Move hand er foot and assure as there isa hereafter I’ll kill you in yourtracks. Do not tempt me to stain my soul with the crime of murder, for I have determined that either you or I will perish and at present the odds are in my favor,” cried Eleanor, She looked surpassingly lovely as she stood near the shattered door, one pistol leveled at Boton and the remaining weapon pointed at Sid Wilson and bis ruffians, Her closed lips and flashing eyes corrobo- raied the statement that she was determined, and tm raseally crew needed no second warn- ing. ‘le little figure held the burly ruffians in check for full five minutes before one of their number moved or spoke, In that space of time some one had stooped over Ebony Dan and severed the ropes binding bis limbs. In the confusion that ensued the liberator was not discovered, although he was among the banditti at that moment under range of Eleanor’s weapons. To Bolton’s intense sur- prise Ebony Dan leaped to his feet, free from the ropes which he had cast aside, and the daring sable road-agent now stood beside his beauti- = senate an ddimeateries 7
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Bbony Dan. ii ful rescuer. He gently took one of the wea- pons,from ber grasp and faced the circle. ‘(De first man dat moves but an inch I’ drop him!” them turning to Eleanor in a low thrilling voice he added; ‘‘take your ax and shatter de lock ob de door -in de next room and make your escape; I will follow you.” In a moment she was gone and the dull thud of the ax told the negro that the brave little lady was forcing an exit in that direction. He bear the’sound of the broken lock as it rat‘led to the earth and he leaped back into the adj ining room, closely fullowed by the villain group. Ebony Dan reached the outer door just as Bolton and his followers came through the opening in the partition. Tho negrv rais'd-his pistol and a quick report fol- lowed, A yell of pain told that the bullet bad found a victim and the remainder were mo- mentarily thrown into confusion. Ebony Dan was soon beside Eleanor, and the twain hastened toward the only outlet from the inclosure. Oace and once only had Bolton signaled for assistance and those who responded bad hastened to the front part of the log buiiding. : This proved to be a mosi fortunate occur- ence, for it allowed Ebony Dan and the girl to reach the natural gateway without fear of interception by those wont to guard that exit. But the outlaw horde came like a pack of hounds in full cry and were gainiag on ‘the 'ugit'ves when they dashed into the narrow chusm forming the outlet! * Quick, captain, quick!’ said a voice, and the next moment a man attired in a similar manver to; Bolton’s gang stepped forth from behinila gigantic muss of rock and led a horse into view. Quick as a flash the man disappeared into a deep clett aod was lost to view. A moment later Beony Dan had vaulted into the saddle and the heroic maid was again borvue away but this time she was a willing captive. A terrific chorus of wild shouts and the cr ck of firearins told the escaping couple that the ruffians haa witnessed the act and were manifesiing their rage and disappointment, ** Horses! Horses and follow in pursuit!” bowled Bolton. * There's a traitor among us, but we can’t lose time to ferret him out now. Horses and away after that black devil, The fiends of darkness are conspiring against us am) our safety lies in killing taat escaping nigzer!” While Bolton and his men dashed pell-mell into the iuvlosure to procure their horses, Ebony Dan made good vse of this respite. He urged the steed forward and was soon in the intricate windings of the pass, while a distant chittering of hoofs and faint shouts told that the human wolves wer» on the trail. “Don’t lose your courage, miss,” whispered the negro; “I think we can keep dem at a considerable distance. Dis is a swift nag, and once we get iuto de level country dey might as well try to catch de wind.” “ How fortunate you were to secure a horse at the critical moment! Tell me, was. it a friend that cut your bonds and furnished the horse?” “ Well, I reckon dat he wasn’t an enemy cr he wouldn’t run sich a risk—wouli he?’ “Well, no; I wondered who it was, because you are black and the person was a white man,” said Eleanor hesitatingly, but Ebony Dan quickly replied to her question in a good- humored manner: “T understand what you mean, miss, De man was one of my riders, You see, I have my men here, there and everywhere. Some ob dem right ’mong Bolton’s league.” “But be was not black! He was white.” “Yes, sometimes, but—” Ebony Dan paused and turned the subject of conversation as if unwilling to impart further information. He electrified the fair girl by his next exclamation. “Edward Carson was seen in Silver Circle a few nights ago!” Eleanor uttered a glad cry and her face be- came suffused with blu-hes. “‘Theu he has not departed from this State?” ‘*No; he could not go wid a stain upon his character, and such a stain!” Ebony Dan shook his head sadly. ‘‘ He ventured into town just to obtain one look at de house dat sheltered de one he loved’so much! Perhaps he expected to look upon her face. But he was disappointed and came mighty near falling into de hands ob de Regulators in de bargain.” Tears came into Eleanor’s eyes and her lips quivered with emotion. “You have seen him—you know him?” she queried, turning to her sable companion. ‘Yes, I know him. I know how madly he loves you. I know dat it is to prove dat love and his innocence dat he still remains bere and imperils his life, day after day. If he be- lieved you was constant to him, he would glad- ly bear de burden.” ‘Constant to him!” she cried, vehemently; “T have never doubted hlm—I love him too well, I believe him guiltless though the world should condemn him, Tell bim that Eleanor Mason is true to the love plighted in those happy days, and, come what may, she will cling to Edward Carson to the bitter end.” Ebony Dan made a movement as though he would clasp her hand within his own, but, ere he could do so, the rattling of wheels in the ravine below came to his ears, and at the same moment the shouts of his pursuers sound- ed startlingly near. Turning in the saddle he discovered the cavalcade of bandits dashing down the precipitous path. Ebony Dan saw that Bolton and his ruffians had gained upon him during the time he was listening to Eleanor’s voice and replying to her questions. He spoke to the horse and the noble beast again dashed forward. The coach that Ebony Dan had descried was journeying toward Hell Gate, coming from Silver Circle. The negro understood the situation at once. Bolton was endeavoring to overtake bis cap- tives and intercept the coach, for it conveyed a valuable lot of bullion. Ebony Dan had re- ceived information concerning this very coach, but, owing to the unexpected turn of affairs following the intelligence, he had almost for- gotten the valuable convoy. He doubted not but Bolton and his league knew of the treasure also. The day-coach was not easily surprised and plundered, therefore the bullion was expressed upon the vehicle that was now speeding toward the western entrance of the ‘infernal pas- sage.” Bolton and his followers discovered the coach almost’ as soon as Ebony Dan had lis- tened to the sound of its wheels. The outlaw band sped onward toward the gloomy ravine in order to hem in the vehicle by dividing the bandit horde—Bolton heading one party and Sid Wilson leading the remainder. “Now, boys, make for the coach!” cried Bolton; ‘‘we’ve got a clean sweep at it— bulliin enough aboard in that coach to enrich the entire league. Let Esony Dan go. We'll track him after we get through with the coach, ’ Ebony Dan and his lovely companion disap- peared in the towering masses, forming the outskirts of the gulch, while the two groups of mounted bandits swept to the eastern and western terminus of the Jong gloomy ravine. The coach was jist rolling over the bridge spanning the roaring torrent, when the road- agents, headed by Bully Bolton, suddenly dashed into view and drew up before the startled horses attached to the vehicle. ‘* Halt!” cried Bolton, ‘‘ Yowre hemmed in ow all sides. Down with that bullion!” Crack! crack! From tbe interior of the eoach eame the rifle- shots, and two of Bolton’s band pitched head- long from their horses, ‘i Now, boys, give it to them!” cried a power- ful fellow who leaped from the coach, foilowed by eight or nine armed men. It was the sheriff of the county and a detachment of Reg- ulators. The outlaws poured a murderous fire into the defenders of the coach, who, being well protected tiy the body of the vehicle the bandits merely wasted their lead, while the Regulators did terrible work with their re- peating rifles. A hoarse yell echoed through the ravine. The cry was answered by the ruf- fians who were almost on the point of retreat. Sid Wilson and his cutthroats were coming to the rescue of their fellow-ruffians and the de- fenders of the treasure-coach were placed be- tween two fires, Bolton shouted to his disheartened followers and the cravens again dashed toward the little band of Regulators while Sid Wilson’s riders came like the wind to sweep aside the handful of defenders as though they were autumn leaves in the path of the storm. The sheriff fought like a Trojan, cheering on the few men at his command by deeds of valor, Strange to relate, Spencer Mason was one of the number forming the escort. As he owned a large share of the treasure he had joined the party to defend his wealth. A growl of anger burst from Bolton’s lips as he descried Mason among the e-cort and he fired several ineffeo- tual shots at the mine-owner. Finaliy the Regulators were completely hemmed in and Bolton dashed forward, riding down the sheriff who opposed the way. The ruffian had just raised his revolver to the sheriff's head and his finger was pressing the trigger when the weapon was sent out ef his hand whizzing through the air. CHAPTER XTIL OLD SCORES ARE WIPED OUT. OnE look at the person who bad delivered the blow forced a cry from Bolton's lips—A cry resembling the utterance of a wild beast wounded to the death. The sheriff fixed bis eyes upon his rescuer ) and quickly exclaimed, ‘‘Ebony Dan, you’ve saved my hfe! ‘You're a brick!” The black outlaw scarcely heard the words, for he was riding into the group cf bandits, scattering them to and fro. Spencer Mason took refuge behind the coach and discharged several shots at Bolton. But the seoundrel seemed to bear a charmed life. Again and again the little band of Vigilantes rallied but were surely losing ground before the onslaught of the furious road-agents. Ebony Dan had disappeared almost as in- stantaneously as he had appeared upon the scene. ‘* Now then, boys! You’ve got them dead to rights,” yelled Bolton. ‘‘ Down with them—no quarter—spare none!” A wild yell broke from each whiskered ruf- fian and the combined mass of banditti swept down to annihilate the Vigilantes crouched be- hind the coach and horses. But, ere they reached their intended victims, the clattering of hoofs upon the fhinty surface of the trail came to the ears of both the as- sailants and the assailed. The very next moment a ewarm of black figures, with dusky faces, and mounted upon coal-black steeds, dashed into the very midst of Bolton’s outlaws; then a sheet of flame seemed to flash from the weapons held in the grasp of the sable riders. Not a word—not a sound from the somber horsemen, but the crack, crack of their weapons, and the howls from stricken men told that death and destruc- tion followed the aim of the silent riders. | ° ‘‘Ebony Dan’s riders!” shrieked Bolton and he turned to escape. His horse stumbled and rolled over upen its side, hurling the bandit leader to the hard earth. Before he could arise he was in the gresp of the sheriff and his men. With a bit- ter curse Bolton strove to free himself but a cocked pistol held to his temple soon quieted him. He uttered a groan of despair for he saw his outlaw crew in full retreat while the dark riders were following like hounds upon the track of a fugitive fox. A moment later Bully Bolton was seeured
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~ owner—“ they're about to hang me, and stood among his captors with a defiant smile upon his lips and fear in his heart. His face suddenly blanched, for he saw one of the Vigilantes producing a rope and the road-agent knew full well the import of that piece of hemp... “ Bolton, we’ve got you at last,” announced the sheriff, ‘and we’ll rid the trail of your presence, You see that rope? Well, it is in- tended for you, and you've got just four min- utes to prepare yourself, for we’re going to swing you off without judge or jury.” Bolton’s eyes swept the group that. encir- eled him and he fixed his gaze upon Spencer Mason, ‘Do you hear that?” said he to the mine- I’ve got your pretty duughter in my care, and if Im strung up j ou’ll never see her alive again.” Mason did not reply, but turned away as if to avoid the outlaw chief. “ Stup!” thundered Bolton; ‘‘I want you to listen to me, Spencer Mason.” ‘Silence, ruffian! Do not address me in such a familiar manner. Striog him up, sheriff; his crimes demand sy eedy justice,” Spencer Mason's words were approved by the group of Vigilantes, and one of their num- ber soon had the noose fixed about Bolton’s neck while ancther threw the long end of the rope over tbe stout branch of a tree growing almost directly over the spot where Bolton bad been captured. “Spencer Mason, are you going to save me?” cried Bolton, savagely. ‘Save youl” retorted ‘* Why should I save you? crimes—” “Ay, and the men around you will soon know yours!” “String him up!” roared Mason, “Stop! Gentlemen, before hanging me I have a few words tosay. You all remember the murder of Joun Mason. You listened to Spencer’s story and almost lynched Edward Carson for the erime, Gentletnen, Edward Ca;son was an innocent man for—ZJ struck the fatal blow; I was one of the murderers and there stands my accomplice!” Boiton pointed to Spencer Mason whose face turned ghastly and his lips refused to move al- thouzh be strove to speak, ‘‘ Yes, I accuse Spencer Mason of murdering his brother in order to secure valuable claims and dee js, and to obtain the wealth that John Mason had accumulated, There stands the guilty wretch; let him deny it if he can, He brought Eleanor Mason to these regions and keeps her in ignorance of ber real parent- azo aud fortune, I say that Lam as guilty as bh. is, but not more so, and that I have spoken truly let God be my witness!” the mine-owner. We all know your “Ip is a lie,” gasped Spencer Mason, in | n hus .y voice. ‘- Tie speaks the truth!” cried a clear ringing voice, and from the mass of bowlders came a ‘orn wel known to tae assemblage. It was ivony Dau! Tbe black road-agent strode into the midst of *\e civele and faced the mine-owner and the Joumed bandit. 'Aithough I have no love » « Dolton and I have trailed bim for venge- , { must say that be speaks the truth!” Livoeny Dan’s voice was no longer the pecul- * accents of the negro and the mannerisms of «+ E‘hiopian were laid aside. **f also charge Spencer Mason with being 9 murderer of his brother, Jobn, and [accuse ...of perjury iu accusing Edward Carson a. d delivemng him into the bands of the Vigi- ites in order to shieid himself, He has wealth that belonysto John Mason’s child, avd if justice were done, be would now be side by side with Bolton, and hang from the same limb.” ‘* You—*peak—falsely!” declared Spencer, slowly. ‘How do you know all this—who are you?” ** Hdw rd Carson |” Ebony Dan rolled up his sleeves as he spoke and bared his bosom, The clear white skin | appeared to view and the wig of woolly hair was cast aside, Spencer Mason sunk to the earth in a faint- ing condition and a small stream of dark blood flowed from his lips. Even as Ebony Dan announced himself as Edward Carson the thrilling scream of a woman echoed from the side of the ravine and Eleanor Mason sprung forward and was clasped in the | arms of the speaker. “My darling—my darling!” murmured he whom we have known as Ebony Dan. ‘(Oh Edward! can this be real?” The lovely girl glanced around until her eyes rested upon | the pale features of the prostrate man. Utter- | i | destroyed, and Edward Carson once more a | free man, the black horsemen disappear and leave no trace. We may meet them face to face in the crowded streets of Silver Circle— | even grasp their hands, yet you will never _ know that once they followed the fortunes of ‘Ebony Dan avd masqueraded as the black riders of Hell Gate?” Carson paused a few moments and then add- ed—‘'The treasure-chests which I recovered trom Bolton’s bandits are all safe and intact. They shall be delivered into the bands of the Express agents. You see I am not guilty of robbery !” “Ebony Dan ” was as good as his word, and ing a low cry she sprung to his side and knelt | the treasure found its way into the hands of down. | the owners, ‘Father! father! speak to me!” she cried. “ Hush! I am dying,” murmured Mason, ‘“‘Are you happy, Eleanor?” demanded the lover as the couple rode side by side toward feebly, ‘“‘Jisten to me-—-everybody. I stained these hands in blood—the blood of a brother. | Bolton has spoken traly—Edward Carson is an | innocent man—Eleanor—you are—not—my child. You are the daughter of the brother whomIslew. My fortune—is yours—Edward, watch over and care for her—forgive me—if | closed and the spirit of the fratricide was ush- ered into the presence of its Maker. The mine-owner had burst a blood-vessel in the frenzy that followed the exposure of the crime he had committed. Even as the guilty man’s spirit passed into the unknown world the group were startled by the sharp crack of a pistol in their midst and a bullet whizzed past Ebony Dan’s head, It was Bolton who had discharged the weapon, and not waiting to see the effect of the shot the rascal placed the revolver to his tem- ple and again fired. He fell torward with the rope still fastened about bis neck. The blood-stained wretcb had cheated the Vigilantes, and died by his own hand! Both the murderer and his accomplice were ushered into the presence of their Maker to stand be- fore that awtul tribunal and answer for their joint crime. It is fitting that our story should end where first the reader obtained a glimpse of the char- acters who have figured in the narrative, The sheriff was the first to break tbe silence. He stepped forward and extended his band to our hero, **Ebony Dan, or rather, Edward Carson, accept my thanks for saving the lives of these men and myself. The manner in which you and your riders dispersed Bolton’s gang of cut- tbroats convinces me that, although you have been bunted like a wild. beast and you have doubtless trangressed the laws, you are not as black as you have been painted.” ‘* As black as I am painted sounds very well in my ease for burnt cork certainly covered features that dared not be exposed while E.ijward Carson was an oullaw, This much | wiil say in defense of my many lawless acts: I have never shed the blood of man wantonly, und the escort can testify that 1 have saved them from Bolton’s marauders when deavh seemed inevitable. My good deeds should be arrayed against my bad ones, and as the old saying goes —- give a man credit for what good be bas accomplished.” ‘*Men! You hear what he bas to say. The verdict lies in your hands; sl! al; it be? Shall we forgive Ebony Dan?” asked the sheriff. “Yes!” shouted the Vigilantes, “and we’ll use our influence to set him right before the people of Silver Circle,” ‘*-What of your mystic riders?’ asked the sheriff. * Their mission is at an end, Like me their faces are white, although burnt cork served us well as amask, Who they are, what they are,. or where they find a lurking-place, I do not choose to reveal. Of one thing you can be cer- tain, bowever—Ebony Dan and his black riders will never be seen again. Bolton’s band you canand—” The sentence was not concluded for the eyes | | | RIPPER the mining-town. “Quite happy, my darling,” was the con- fession. And now the concluding words that will bring our story toanend. Eleanor Mason obtained all the property and wealth that were hers rightfully. Ebony Dan, as we must still call him, was the lion of the hour, and he is to-day an influential citizen in the town that once banished him and set a price upon bis head. 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’, 32 Large Three-Column Pages. 1.4 Hard Crowd ; 08, GENTLEMAN Sam’s Sister. By Philip S. Warne. 2. The Dare-Devil; or, THe WINGED WitcH or THE Sma, By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 3. Kit Carson, Jr., THE CRACK SxHot oF THE West. By Buckskin Sam. 4. The Kidnapper; or, THE Great SHANGHAI OF THE NortTHWweEST. By Philip S. Warne. 5. The Fire-Fiends; 0k, HERCULES, THE HvuncHBack. By A, P. Morris. 6. Wildcat Bob, Tur Boss Bruiser ; or, THE Borper Bioopuounps. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 7. Death-Notch, Tur DEsTROYER; OR, Tue Sprrir Lake Avencers. By Oll Coomes. 8. The Headless Horseman. A strange story of Texas. By Capt. Mayne Reid. 9. Handy Andy. By Samuel Lover. 10, Vidocq, THz Frencn Pouice Spy. Written by himself. 11. Midshipman Easy. ryat. 12. The Death-Shot; or, TRackED TO DeatH. By Capt. Mayne Reid. . 18. Pathaway; or, Nick WHIFFLES, THE OLD TRAPPER OF THE NorTHWEST. By Robinson. 14, Thayendanegea, THE SCOURGE ; or, THE War-EaGir oF THE Monawks. Ned Buntline. 15. The Tiger-Slayer; orn, Eacur- Hgap TO THE Rescug. By Gustave Aimard. 16. The White Wizard; or, Toe Great PROPHET OF THE SEMINOLES. By Ned Buntline. 17. Nightshade, Tux Rosser Prince or HounsLow Hratu. By Dr. J. H. Robinson. 18. The Sea Bandit; or, THe QuzxNn oF THE IsLE, By Ned Buntline, 19. Red Cedar, Tue Prarrm Ovutuaw. By Gustave Aimard, 20. The Bandit at Bay; or, Tur Pr- RATES OF THE Prarrigs. By Gustave Aimard, 21. The Trapper’s Daughter; or, THE OvrLaw’s Fatr. By Gustave Aimard. 22. Whitelaw; or, Natt or THE Lake Snore. By Dr. J. H. Robinson. 23. The Red Warrior; oR, STEe.ua DELORME’S CoMANCHE Lover. By Ned Buntline, 24. Prairie Flower. By Gustave Ai- mard, author of “ Tiger-Slayer,” etc. 25. The Gold-Guide; or, Stren Arm, THE ReauLaTor. By Francis Johnson. 26. The Death-Track; or, Tur Ovr- LAWs oF THE MounTaIn. By Francis Johnson, 27. The Spotter-Deteative s oR, THE Girits or New York. By Albert W. Aiken. 28. Three-Fingered Jack, Tur Roap- AGENT OF THE Rockies. By Joseph E, Badger, Jr. 29. Tiger Dick, THz Faro K1nG; or, Tur CasHier’s Crime. By Philip 8. Warne. 80. Gospel Georme; or, Fiery FRep, Tur OvTtaw. By Josepu 1). Padger, Jr. 31. The New York ‘* 1 3’ on, THE Fiasa oF Ligurnina. By Albert W. Aiken. 32. B’hoys of Yale; or, THe SCRAPES or A Harp Ser or Cotuearans. By John D. Vose. 33. Overland Kit. By A. W. Aiken. 34. Rocky Mountain Rob. By Aiken. 35. Kentuck, the Sport. By Aiken. 36. Injun Dick. By Albert W. Aiken. 87. Hirl, the Hunchback; or, Tue SwWORDMAKER OF THE SANTEE. By Dr. J. H. Robinson. 88. Velvet Hand; or, Tue [Ron Grip oF Invun Dick. By Albert W. Aiken. 39. The Russian Spy; or, THE Brots- ERS oF THE STARRY Cross. By Frederick Whittaker. 40. The Long Haired ‘Pards;’ or, Tur TARTARS OF THE PLAINS. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 41. Gold Dan; or, THE WHITE SavacE oF THE Great SauT Lake. By Albert W. Aiken. 42. The California Detective; or, Tue Wircres or New York. By Albert W. Aiken. 43. Dakota Dan, Tue REcKLEss RANGER; or, Tae Bee-Hunters’ Excursion. By Oll Coomes. By Capt. Mar- 44, Old Dan Rackback, THE Great ExtarmmNator. By Ol] Coomes. /BEADLE'’S i pu 45. Old Bull’s Eye, Tse Licurnine SHor oF THE Puiains. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 46. Bowie-Knife Ben, THe LimTLe Hunter or THE Nor’-west. By Oll Coomes. 47. Pacific Pete, THE PRINCE oF THE Revotver. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 48. Idaho Tom, THE Youne OvurTLaw OF SILVERLAND. By Oll Coomes. 49. The Wolf Demon; or, THE QUEEN OF THE KANAWHA. By Albert W. Aiken. 50. Jack Rabbit, THe Pramm Sport; By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 51. Red Rob, THe Boy Roap-AGcenrt. By Oll Coomes. F 52. Death Trailer, THe Curer or Scoors, By Hon. Wm. F. Cody, (Buffalo Bill.) 53. Silver Sam; or, THE MysTERY oF Deaiwoop Crry. By Col. Delle Sara. 54. Always on Hand; or, Tt Sportive Sport or THE Foor Huts. By Philip 8S. Warne. 55. The Scalp Hunters. A Romance or THE 8s. By Capt. Mayne Reid. 56. The Indian Mazeppa; or, THE Map Man or THE Puarms. By Albert W. Aiken. 57. The Silent Hunter ; or, Tar Scown Hat Mystery. By Percy B. St. John. 58. Silver Knife; or, WICKLIFFE, THE Rocky Mountain Ranaer. By Dr. J. H. Robinson. 59. The Man From Texas; or, THE OvTLAW OF ARKANSAS, By Albert W. Aiken. 60. Wide Awake; or, Tue IpioT or THE Buack Hints. By Frank Dumont. 61. Captain Seawaif, ruz PRIVATEER. By Ned Buntline. 62. Loyal Heart; or, Taz TRAPPERS oF ARKANSAS. By Gustave Aimard. 63. The Winged Whale. By Aiken. LIBRARY. Each Number Complete. 64. Ponbdle - ight, the Death Shot. : r. By Joseph E. Badger, 65. ‘The Red Rajah; or, THE ScourRGE oF THE Inpies, By Captain Frederick Whittaker. 66. The Specter Barque. A TALE OF THE Paciric. By Captain Mayne Reid. 67. The Boy Jockey; or, Honesty versus CRrookEpNEss. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 68. The Fighti Trapper; or, Kir CARSON TO THE RESCUE. y Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 69. The Irish Captain; A Tatz or Fontenoy. By Captain Frederick Whittaker. 70. Hydrabad, Tue SrranGiER; or, ALETHE, THE CHILD OF THE CorD. By Robinson. 71. Captain Cool-Blade, or, THz Man SHARK OF THE Mississipril.. By Jos, E. Badger, Jr. 72. The Phantom Hand. A Srory or New York HearTHS AND Homes. By A. W. Aiken. 73. The Knight ef the Red Cross; or, THe MaGician oF GranaApA. Dr. J, H, Robinson. 74. Captain of the Rifles. A Romance OF THE Mexican VALLEY. By Captain Mayne Reid. 75. Gentleman George, or, Partor, Prison, STaGE AND SrrEET. By Albert W. Aiken. 76. The Queen’s Musketeer; or, Tuispr, THE Princess PaLMist. By George Albony. 77. The Fresh of Frisco; or, Tur Hemess or Buenaventura. By Albert W. Aiken. 78. The Mysterious Spy; or, Gotpen FEATHER, THE BUCCANEER’S DAUGHTER. By Grainger. 79. Joe Phenix, THE Pouice Spy. By Albert W. Aiken. 80. A Man of Nerve; or, Carian, Tar Dwarr. By Philip 8. Warne. 81, The Human Tiger; or, A Hrart or Fire. By Albert W. Aiken. 82. Iron Wrist, the Swordmaster. By Col. Thomas H. Monstery. 83. Gold Bullet Sport; or, raz Knicuts OF THE OvERLAND. By Buffalo Bill 84, Hunted Down; or, THE WHITE Wrircx. By Albert W. Aiken. ‘ 85. The Cretan Rover; or, ZULEIKAH, THE BeavuTiruL. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 86. The Big Hunter; or, THE QuEEN oF THE Woops. By the author of ‘‘ Silent Hunter.” TE eee Price 10 cts. 87. The Scarlet Captain; or, PRISONER OF THE TowER. By Col. Delle Sara. 88s, Big George, THE GIANT OF THE Guicu; or, Tae Five OurLaw Broruers. By Badger. 89. The Pirate Prince; or, Pretty NELLy, THE QUEEN OF THEISLE. By Col. Ingraham. 90. Wild Will, THz Map RancuHERo; or, THe TreRRIBLE TEXAN. By Buckskin Sam. 91. The Winning Oar; or, THE Inn KEEPER'S DavueHTER. By Albert W. Aiken. 92. Buffalo Bill, Tue Buckskin Kine; By Major Dangerfield Burr. 93. Captain Dick Talbot, K1nG or THE Roap. By Albert W. Aiken. ; 94. Freelance, THE BuCCANEER; or, The WalIr oF THE Wave. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 95. Azhort, THE AxMAn; or, THE SECRETS or THE DvucaL PaLace. By Anthony P. Morris. 96. Double-Death; or, Tak Spy QuEEN or Wyominc. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. 97. Bronze Jack, THe CALIFORNIA THOROUGHBRED. By A. W. Aiken. 98. The Rock Rider; or, THE Spirit OF THE Sierra. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. 99. The Giant Rifleman; or, WiLp Lire IN THE LUMBER Recions. By Oll Coomes. 100. The French Spy; or, THE Brive or Paris. A Story of the Commune. By A. P. Morris. 101. The Man from New York; or, THE RoMANCE oF A Rich YounG Woman. By Albert W. Aiken. 102. The Masked Band; or, Taz Man Wrrnovut A Name. By George L. Aiken. 103. Merle, the Mutineer; or, Tur BRAND OF THE Rep AncHor. By Col. P. Ingraham. 104. Montezuma, the Merciless; or, Tue EAGLE AND THE SERPENT. By Col. P. Ingraham. 105. Dan Brown of Denver, Trt Rocky Movntarn Derective. By Jos, E. Badger, Jr. 106. Shamus O’Brien, Tur BouLp Boy or GuinesL; or, Irish Hearts AND Irish Homes. By Colonel Delle Sara. 107. Richard Talbot of Cinnabar; or; THe BROTHERS OF THE Rep Hanp. By A.W. Aiken. 108. The Duke of Diamonds; or, i HE FLOWER oF CatcuTTa. By Capt. Fred. Whittaker. 109. Captain Kyd, Tur Kine or THE Biack Frac. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 110. The Silent Rifleman. A Tale of the Texan Plains, By Henry W. Herbert. 111. The Smuggler Captain; or, Tur SkKIPPER’s Crime. By Ned Buntline. 112. Joe Phenix, Private Detective; - or, Toe LEAGUE OF THE SKELETON Krys. By Ailen. 113. The Sea Slipper; or, THE Ama- TEUR FREEBOOTERS. By Prof. J. H. Ingraham. 114. The Gentleman from Pike; or Tur Gost oF THE Canyon. By Philip S. Warne. — 115. The Severed Head; or, THE. Secret or CasttE Coucy. By Capt, Fred. Whittaker. 116. Black Plume, Tur Drevu. or THE SEA; or, THE SORCERESS OF HELL-GavE. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 117. rong, Dandy, Tar Horsrur or THE Hi11s; or, THE Pony Prince’s. STRANGE Parp. By er Dangerfield Burr. 118. The Burglar Captain; or, Tux Fauen Star. By Prof. J. H. Ingraham. 19. Alabama doe; or, THE Yazoo Man-Huntrrs. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 120. The Texan Spy ; or, Tur Pram Guipz. By Newton M, Curtis. . The Sea Cadet; or, Tax Rover oF THE RigoLetts. By Col. P. Ingraham. 122. Saul Sabberday, Tue Ipr1or Spy; or, LuLIona, THE SEMINOLE, By sed Buniline. 123. Alapaha, the uaw; (rr, THE RENEGADES OF THE BorpdER. By Francis Johnson. 124, Assowaum, the Avenger; or, Toe Doom of THE DESTROYERS. She! Johnson. eady March 9th. 125. The Blacksmith Outlaw; or, Merry ENGLAND, By Harrison Ainsworth. March 16, 126. The Demon Duelist; or, THE Leacue oF StreL. By Colonel Thos. H. ban eA é Ready March 23d. A new issue every week. Beadle’s Dime Library jis for sale by all LS haby Ggor eh an en per cop, = a by mall on rece’ ts) elve cents eac’ TA & ADAMS, Publishers, 98 William Street, New York. THE
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BEADLE’S | HALF-DIME 1 Deadwood Dick, THe Prince or THE Roap. By Edward L. Wheeler. 2 Yellowstone Jack. By Jos. ©. Badger, Jr. 3 Kansas a or, THe Rep RicuT Hanp. By Buffalo Bill (Hon. Wm. F. Cody). he Wild-Horse Hunters. By Captain Mayne Reid aud Captain lrederick Whittaker. or, PLoTtmsa Foz A Lecacy. By Oll Coomes. Mill Biddon, Trapper. By E. S. Ellis. The Flying Yankee; or, Tag OcEAN Ovt- cast, By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, Seth Jones, By Edward 8. Ellis. 4 5 6 7 8 9 ' 0 Nat Todd, By £.S. Kilis. 1 The Two Detectives; or 1 Tae ForTUNES Albert W. Aiken. By Dean Swift. The Dumb Spy. By Oll Coomes. Aladdiny or, Tur WonpverFc. Lamp. 5 or A Bowery Girt. By 3 4 The Sea-Cat. By Captain Fred. Whittaker. 7 Gulliver’s Travel. Robinson Crusce, (27 Illustrations.) Ralph Boy, tse Boy Buccanrer; or, Tar Fueitive YAcuT. Ls Col, Prentiss Ingraham. 18 Sindbad the Sailor. His Seven Voyages. 19 The Phantom Spy. By Buffalo Bill. 20 The Double Daggers; or, Deapwoop Dick's Deriance. By Edward L. Wheeler. 21 The Frontier Angel. By Edward §. Fllis. 22 The Sea Serpent; or, THE Boy Rosrinson Crusoz. By Juan Lewis. 23 Nick o° the Night; or, Tue Boy Spry or 76. -? T. C. Harbaugh. 24 Diamond Di:k. By Colonel P. Ingraham. 25 The Boy Captain. By Roger Starbuck, 26 Cloven Hoof, tux Burrato Demon; or, THE Borprer Vorrures. By Edward L. Wheeler. 27 Antelope Abe, tH: Boy Gunz. Oll Coomes. 28 Buffalo Ben, tHe Priuce or_THE PrsToL; or, Dkapwoop Dick In Diseuiss. FE. L. Wheeler. 29 The Dumb Page. By Capt. F. Whittaker. 30 Roaring Ralph Rockwood, THE RECK- Less RanGerR. By Harry St. George. 31 Keen-Knife, Proce or tHe Prainms. By Oli Coomes, 32 Bob Woolf, rxz Borprer_Rvrrian; or, THE Great Deap-Suot. By Edward L. Wheeler. 33 The Ocean Bloodhound} or, Taz Rep TES OF THE CARIBBEES. By W. Pierce. 34 Orecon Sol i or, Nick Watr.es’ Boy Spy. By Capt. J. F. C, Adams. 35 Wild Ivan, tue Boy Criaupe Dovat; or, Tar BrorHerHoop or DratH, Vy El. L. Wheeler. 36 The Boy Clown. Dy Frank S. Finn. 37 Tliw Widden Lodge. By T. C. Harbaugh. 33 Ned Wylde, TH: Boy Scout. By Texas Jack. 39 Death-Favce, THe Derective; or, Lire anp Love in New York. Py Edward L. Wheeler. 40 Roving Ben. A Story oz 4 Younc A‘rri- caw Wuo WANTED TO SEE THE WorLD. Marshall. 41 Lasso Jack. By Oll Coomes, 42 The Phantom Miner; or Dick’s Bonanza. By Edward L. Wheeler. 43 Dick yg kre THE Pony Express Riprk By Capt. Frederitk Whitaker. 44 Rattling Rube. By larry St. George. 45 Old Avalanche, tHe Groat ANNITILATOR; or, Witp EpNA, THE Grau Bricaxp. E. L. Wheeler. 46 Glass Eye, Tue Great SHoT of THE WEST. Ly Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 47 Nightingale Nat. By T. C. Harbaugh. 48 Black John, Tur Roap-Acent; or, THE Ovt- Laws’ Retreat. By Jos. bk. Badger, Jr. 49 Omaha Oli, THe Maskep Terror: or, Dap woop DIcK IN Danoer. By Edward L. Wheeler. 60 Burt Bunker, tue Traprer C. E. Lasalle, 51 The Boy Rlifies. By Archie C. Irons. 52 The White Buffalo, By C. E. Lasalle. 53 Jim Bludsoe, Jr., THe Boy Puenrx; 0 uGH Te DeaTH. By Edward L. Wheeler. 54 Ned Hazel, tue Boy Trapper; or, Tur PHAN- tom Princess. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 5& Deadly - Eye, Tre Unknown Scovr; or, THE BranDeD BrotHERHOOD. By Buffalo Bill 56 Nick Whilfiles’ Pet, Capt. J. F. C. Adams, 67 Deadwood Dick’s Eagles; or, Taz Parps or }'Loop Bar. By Edward L. Wheeler. 58 The Border King. By Oll Coomes. 58 Old Hickory. By Harry St. George. 60 The White Indian. Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 61 Buckhorn el or, Taz Rep Rirte Team. By Edward L. Wheeler. 62 The Shadow &hip. By Col. P. Ingraham. 63 The Red Brotherhood. W. J. Hamilton. 64 Dandy Jack. By T. C. Earbaugh. 65 Hurricane Bill, By Jo:. E. Badger, Jr. 66 Single Hand. By W. J. Hamilton. G7 Patent-leather Joe. By Philip S. Warne. G68 Border Robin Hood, By Buffalo Bill. 69 Geld Rtfie, rxHr SHarpsHooTeR; or, Tak Boy Derective of THE BLack RaNcH. By Wheeler. 7C Old_Zip’s Cabin; or, Taz GREENHORN IN tHe Woops. By J. F. C. Adams, 71 Delaware Dick. By Oll Coomes. 72 Tom Weste THE TexaN RANGER; a. tax Qvean oF ous Pramen By Hamilton, b | } i 4 t J 1 Drapwoop Vagabond Joe, THE YounG WANDELING JEW; | Adventures of Baron Munchausen. | 73 Deadwood Dick on Deck; or, CaLamrry JANE, THE HeRows ofr WHoop-Up. by Wheeler. 74 HMawke-ejye MMarry. By Oll Coomes. 75 The Boy Duelis:; or, THe Crorse or THE Sea-Wotr. By Col. Prentiss Ingrabam. 76 Abe Colt, THe Crow-KiLLer; or, Tae Great FicHTING Man oF 10k WEsT. By A. W. Aiken. 77 Corearer Cherliie, Taz Boy Bravo; or, Deapwoop Dics’s Last Act. By E. L. Wheeler. 78 Blue D.ck. By Captain Mayne Reid. 79 Sol Ginger, Giant Trapper. By A.W. Aiken. 80 Rosebud Rob; or, Nuccet Nep, THE Knicut oF THE GuLcH, By Edward L. Woeeler. 81 Lightning Jo. By Captain J. F.C. Adams. 82 Kit HMlaretvot, Tae Woop-Hawk; or, OLp PowbDER-FackE AND "As Demons. By Harbaugh. 83 Rollo, the Boy Ranger. By Oll Coomes, | 84 Idyl, the Girl Miner; or, Rosenup Ros ON ftan. By Edward L. Wheeler, 85 Buck Buckramy; or, Bess, THE FEMALE Trapper, By Captain J. F. C. Adams, 86 Daudy Rock. By G. Waldo Browne. 87 The Land Pirates. By Capt. Mayne Reid. 88 Photograph Phil, tHe Boy Stevrs; or, Rosman Rost ; 89 Island Jim. By Bracebridge Hemyng. 90 The Dread Rider. By G. Waldo Browne. 91 The Captain ofthe Club; or, Tar Youra Rivat Araietrs. By Bracebridge Hemyng. 92 Canada Chet} or, OLE ANACONDA IN SITTING Buu's Camp. By Edward L. Wheeler. 93 The Boy Miners. By Edward §. Ellis. 94 Midnight Jack, THE Roap-AGEnt; Tue Boy Trapper. By T. C. Harbaugh. 95 The Rival Rovers, Lieut, Col. Hazeltine, 96 Watch-Eye, Tre SHADOW; or, ARAPS AND ANGELS OF A GREAT Cliy. By E. L. Wheeler. 97 The Outlaw Brothers, By J. J. Marshall. 98 Rob'n Hood, tHe Ovtiawep Fart; or, Tae Merry MEN or GReENwoop. Prof. Gildersleeve. 99 The Ticer of Taos; or, Witp Katz, Danny Rocgr’s ANGEL. By George Waldo Browne. 100 Deadwood Dick in Leadville; or, A STRANGE STROKE FoR Liserty. By Wheeler. 101 Jack Harkaway in New York, By Bracebridge Hemyng. 102 Dick Dend-Eye, THe Boy Smuvec er; or, Tae CRUISE OF THE VIxEN. By Col. Ingraham. 103 The Lion of the Sea, By Col. Delle Sara. 104 Dendwood Dick*’s Device SIGN of THE DousLe Cross. By E. L. Wheeler. 105 Old Rube, tnx Hunter. Capt. H. Holmes. 106 Old Frosty, THe Guipe. By T.C. Harbaugh. 107 One-Eyed Sim, By James L. Bowen. 108 Daring Davy, THe Younc Bear-Kuuer: or, Tue TRAIL oF THE BorvER Wo tr. H. St. George. 109 Deadwood Dick as Detective. By Edward L. Wheeler. 110 The Black Steed of the Prairies. A Thrilling Story of Texan Adve.ture. By Bowen. 111 The Sea-Devil. By Col. P. Ingraham, 112 The Mad Hunter. By Burton Saxe. 113 Jack Hoyle, tre Yorna Specunator; or, Tae Roap To Fortung. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 114 The Black Schooner. Roger Starbuck. 115 The Mad Miner; or, Danpy Rocx’s Doom. By Gecrge Waldc Browne 116 The Hussar Capenins or, Toe Herr or Hett-Gate By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 117 Gilt-Edged Dick, tre Sport Detective; or, Tuz Roap-Acent’s DavGHTER Wheeler. 118 Will Somers, rue Boy Drrective. Morris. 119 Mustang Sam. ree Kine or THE Paws. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 120 The Branded Hand, By Frank Dumont, 121 Cinnamon Chip, tre Grr. Srorr; or, THe GOLDEN Ipon of Mr. Losa, bd. L.Wheeler. 122 Phil Hardy, te Boss Boy; or, Tre Mys- TERY OF THE Stronceow. Ly Charles Morris. 123 Kiowa Charley, Tom Wmrr Mustancerr. By T. C. Harbaugh. 124 Tippy, Tur Texan. By George Gleason. 125 Bonanza Bil, Miver. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 126 Picayune Pete; or, Nrcopemvus, THE Doa Detective. . By Charles Morris. 127 Wild-Fire, Boss ortne Roap. By Dumont. 128 The Young Privateer. Bv H. Cavendish. 129 Deadwood Dick’s Double; or, Tae Guos7t or Goraon's Gricn. Ed. I. eeler. 130 Detective Dick, By Charles Morris. 131 The Golden Bandy _ or, Danpy Rock To THE Rescve. By George W. Browne. 132 The Hunted Hunter. By Ed. 8. Ellis. 133 Boss Bob, tee Kine or THe Boorrvacks: or, THE PAWNBROKER’s Piotr. Ed. L, Wheeler. 134 Sure Shot Seth, rue Boy Rirtrman; or TH? Youns Patriots oF THE NortH. By Ol! Coomes. 185 Captatn P»ul, Tre Ke Moon: 4 sr, we Boy SPY ov THA OUN RAINS. By Glark’ or, B's REAPPEARANCE. By E. L. Wheeler. | or, THE | | LIBRARY. |} 136 Night-Hawk Kit. By Jos. EF. Badger, Jr. 137 The Helpiess Hand. Capt Mayne Reid. 138 Blonde Bill; or, Deapwoop Dicr’s Hous Base. By Edward L. Wheeler. 139 Judge Lynch, Jr. By 7. C. Harbaugh. 140 Blue Blazes; or, Tat Break o’ Day Boys or Rocky Bar. By Frank Dumont 141 Selud Sam, THE Boy Roap-AGEnt; or, THE BRANDED Brows. By Edward L. Wheeler. | 142 Handsome Marry, THe Boorstack Dx TECTIVE. By Charles Mortis. Scar-Face saul, By Oli Coomes, Dainty Lance, THe Boy Sport; cr, Tus Banx-Breakers’ Decoy Duck. J. E. Badger. Capteiv Ferret, tHe New York Dero: TIVE; or, Boss Bor’s Boss Jop. By Wheeler. Silver Star, tHe Poy Knicut. A Prairie Romance. by Oll Coomes. Wilt Wildfire,. tHe THoxovcsBRED; or, Tae Wining Hanp. By Charles Morris. Sherp Samy} cr, THE ADVENTURES OF 4A DLEss Boy. By J. Alexander Patten. A Game of Gold; or, Drapwoor Dicz’s Bie Strike. By Edward L Wheelen. Lance and Lasso, By Capt. F. Whittaker. Panther Paul, Tye Prarie Pirate; or, Dainty LANcE TO THE Rescun. J. E. Badger. Black Be+s, Wr. Wiprime’s Racer; or, Winnine AGarnst Opps, By Charles Morris. Eagle Kit, tHe Poy Dain. By Oll Coomes, The Swerd Hunters. By F. Whittaker. Gold Trigger, tHe Sport. T. C. Harbaugh. Deadwood Dick «f Deadword; or, Tue Picker Party. By Edward L, Wheeler. Mike Merry, tHe Hareor Poricr Boy; or, Tur Nicut-HAawks oF ELPHIA. Morris. Fancy Frank of ¢ olorado}3 or, THe TRAPPER’s Trust. By Buffalc Bill The Lost Captain; or, THe Oren Potan Sea. By Captain Frederick Whittaker. The Black one or, DAINTY LANCE IN JEOPARDY. By Joseph EF. Badger, Jr. New York Net), tHe Boy-Girt Derecrrvr; or, OLD BLAKESLY’s Money. By E. L. Wheeler. Will Wildfire in the Woodss or, Camp LIFE IN THE ALLEGHANTIES. By Charlies Morris. 163 Little ‘Texas, tre Yocunao MvustanGer. A Tale of Texan Prairies. By Oil Cocmes, 164 Dandy Rock’s Pledge; or, Huntep rv \ DeatH. By G. Waldo Browne. 165 Billy Bageage, tHe Rérroap Eoy; or, Roun tc Earig. By Charles Morris 166 Hickory Harry. By Harry St. George. 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 | 167 Asa Scott, THE StreAmroat Boy: or, THe Lanp PIRATES OF THE MiseissirP1. By Ed. Willett, 168 Deadly Dash. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 169 Tornado Tomy; or, Iygun Jack From Rep Cors. 7. C. Harbeugt. 170 A Trump Cardy3 or, Wim. Witprme Wr and Lorrs, By Charles Morris. | 171 Ebony Dan, By Frank Dumcnt. 172 Thunderbolt Tom; or, Ts: Wcrr-Hrrpxr oF THE Rockies. By Harry 8t. George. 173 Dandy Rock’s Rival, Py G.W. Browne 174 Bob Rockett, tHe Boy Dorerr; or, Mys TERIES OF New York. By Charles Morris, 175 Captain Arizona, TEE Kixe Pin or Roar AGENTS; cr, Petent Leather Joe’s Big Game By Philip 8.Warne. 176 The Boy Runaway; or, Toe Buccanerr oF THE Bay. Lieut. H. D. Perry, U.S.N. 177 Nobby Nick of Nevada; or, Tar Scam oF THE Srenras. By Edward L. Wheeler, 178 Old S:Htary, tHe Hermit Trarrerr; or Tre DRAGON OF bitver Lake. By Oll Coomes 179 Bob Reckett, 1rr Barr Rrxver; or, To Roap to Run. By Charlos Morris 180 The Sea Trailer; or, A Vow Wet Kert By Lieut. H. D. Perry, U. SN. 181 Witd Frank, ter Brersexm Brive; or Lapy Liry's Love, By [dward L. Wreeler, 182 Little Hurricane, tHe Bey C/prar; cr, Tue OATH or THE YOUNG AVENGERS. By Ol Coomes, 183. The Hidden Hand; or, Wai Wriprmr’s Rrvenct. By Chas. Morris, Ready Jan. 25th 184 The Boy Trailers; or, Damry Lance oF Tar WaR-Patu. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. Ready Feb. 1st. 185 Evil Eye, Kixo or Catrie Trirves; or, Tar ULTURES OF TFE Ric Grangw. By Frank Du- mont. Ready Feb. &. 186 Cool Desmonds or, THF GsmurtEr’s Bio Game. 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