Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 185) (1881 02 08)
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‘ Evil Eye, KING OF CATTLE THIEVES; OR, The Vultures of the Rio Grande. BY FRANK DUMONT, AUTHOR OF ‘‘WILD FIRE,” ‘‘ BRANDED HAND,” ‘“BLUE BLAZES,” ‘EBONY DAN,” ETC., ETC., ETC. CHAPTER I. A CRITICAL MOMENT. Tae moon had just silvered the waters of the Rio Grande river and partially dispelled the shadows that had settled down upon the wild landscape. A furious storm of wind and rain had raged for several hours, and after the calm that followed a deep gloom like a pall hung over land and water. The darkness continued until shortly after midnight when the moon broke through the mass of clouds and bathed the scene with her silvery beams. A person stood upon the Mexican side cf tho river Jat a point midway between the Rio Pecos and San Pedro river. He held the bridle of an impatient steed that pawed the soft earth, ever bo anon snuffing tho air and uttering a low whinny. “ Yow’re acting very strange; what’s the ‘matter? Danger?” The words were addressed to the horss by the young ma, and as he peered across the river he seemed to find a reply to his question. “You're right! I'll stake my lifo there’s dan- ger ahead; I never knew you to bo mistaken, old fellow!” Directly across the stream he saw a dark moving mass that rapidly neared the waters of the river. He distinctly heard the sound of horses’ hoofs and the subdued hum of voices. As the moving mass drew nearer to the water’s edge, the watcher upon the Mexican side of the river saw that the forward mass comprised cattle, followed by full a score of mounted men. “¢Cattle-thieves!” he exclaimed; ‘‘ just return- ing from a successful raid and crossing back in- to Mexico. Villains! Once upon this side of the river they know they are safe from pur- it, ? suit,” He led the horse into a clump of tall mesquite bushes, and the animal obeying its master’s voice, knelt upon the earth and lay crouched like a huge dog. The young man sought his weapons and grasping them firmly, breathless- ly awaited the result of his discovery. From his place of concealment he obtained a good view of the river and June where he surmised the raiders would touch the Mexican shore. The rascals were driving the cattle into the shallow stream, and were even now midway across the river. The herd of cattle were urged forward by the mounted men detailed for that ‘ purpose, while the remainder rode about forty rods behind, acting as a barrier between the herd and any who might follow in pursuit. Their rifles reflected tne pale moonlight and their loud calls and unnecessary noise plainly told that they exvected no pursuit; and even if they did, the boundary line had been reached and the asylum offered by Mexican supremacy revented the pursuers from setting foot upon St ‘* sacred soil.” ‘ While the cattle-thieves are driving their spoils toward the Mexican shore, we will ob- serve the young man hidden in the tall bushes, for he is to play an important part in our story. His features are handsome, but bronzed by exposure. A dark mustache shades the upper lip and gives the owner quite a military ap- pearance. This does not belie the young man, for Harry Powell is a son of Mars, though not clothed in the garb of a soldier. He isa lieutenant in the United States forces stationed at Fort Duncan on the American side of the river. At present his clothing comprises a well-worn coat of dark material, with vest to ma‘ch; buckskin pants and heavy top-boots give him quite a semi-civ- ilized appearance. A huge sombrero finishes the picture, while a broad leather belt holds the necessary weapons for safety while traveling over. the roads in the ‘land of revolutions.” A few days previous to the opening of our story his horse—a most intelligent and valuable .animal—had been stolen from the vicinity return trip, Evil Fye, King of Cattle Thieves. —-———-- re ee | cme RENNER aT of the fort. It is a wellknown fact that the torder is in a continual state of agitation caused by the incursions of marauding bands. These scoundrels penetrate into the border counties of Texas, drive large herds of horses and cattle across the Rio Grande into Mexico and there dispose of the animals for good round sums. Although the animals ave branded, it is next to impossible to recover them, Pursuit ends at the river, for the Mexican ‘authorities will not allow armed Americans to follow the thieves into Mexicd. Of course there is a very good reason for all this. Tne rascally Mexican alealdes are in league with the robbers and wink at their crimesand share in the plunder. It has been proven beyond a doubt that a Mexi- can Governor named Cortinas was the head and front of a robber crew and waxed fat upon the proceeds of the cattle-thieves and gave them an asylum at his own ranch. Once in a great while a horse can be ransomed. Many valuable animals are thus stolen and an opportunity given to the owner to cross over and regain possession of the creature by paying down a good fizure. It was for this reason that Harry Powell had discarded his uniform and donned one resem- bling a ranchero. Obcaming a short leave of ab- sence he crossed the river, accompanied by a private of his command named Jacob Slaus- horn, a stout German, eccentric and faithful in the extreme. Before startinz upon the expedi- tion, Powell was given to understand that his horse would be found at a certain ranch near San Fernando, a smail Mexican town, To his great joy he recovered his horse and paid down the amount asked and started on his The rascally ‘Greaser’ who had received the amount hastily gathered a few cut- throats and started in pursuit of the American and his companion, intending to again possess the horse and rob the two adventurous men from Texas. Mid a howling storm that suddenly swept through that region, the banditti caught up to Powell and Jacob and after a short conflict, and aided by tho gloom, Powell succeeded in elud- ing the guerrillas. Jacob disappeared in the chaparra!, and when Harry finally reached the banks of the Rio Grands, his companion was nowhere to be seen, and his pursuers had evi- dently abandoned the chase, The young American had just dismounted and ,was seeking a suitably place to ford the river when his horse, acting in a strange mau- ner, had caused him to seek an explanation, and to his astonishment he discovered the catile- thieves on the opposite bank about to cross the river. From his secluded point of observation he noted the dentine of the raiders and saw the herd driven by. Tho Mexicans were all armed and mounted upon fleet mustangs. Scarcely had the rascals. disappeared with their drove when another detachment touched - ~ oa and for amoment halted upon the nk, Powell’s eyes were riveted upon a central figure that seemed to bear a.burden upon the pommel of his saddle, As the moonbeams fell upon their persons, Harry saw that the white mass was the figure of awoman held iv the arms of the horseman and that the woman in question was either pas- sive to her fate or insensible. The horseman was a tall dark-featured man whose sombrero shaded his face in such a man- ner that Powell could not see the countenance distinctly although the moon shone directly upon the group. As the cavalcade halted, the woman turned her features in such a manner that the hidden officer saw them quite plainly. Powell uttered an exclamation. It was the face of a young and beautiful girl. Golden hair swept down upon garments white as snow. Her pale countenance denoted anguish, and her eyes were turned inan imploring manner toward the Tex1n shore. “By Jove! the rascals have abducted an American girl. She’s a prisoner in the hands of those Greasers,” said Powell between his clenched teeth. He placed his band upon his horse to compel the steed to remain quiet, and again his revol- ver was grasped in a threateniny manner. About a dozen of the marauders were still in the river, allowing their mustangs to drink, while the remainder were gathered near the person with the captive. evidently listening to the commands he was uttering. Suddenly the white-robed figure leaped from the saddle to the ground, and uttering one lit- tle scream broke away from the horsemen. On she came and Powell’s heart leaped as he saw the girl dashing directly toward the chap- arral where he lay concealed, A moment later and several Mexicans, spring~ ing from their saddles, started in pursuit. A tail ruffian had almost overtaken her, when Powell, darting from his hiding-place, met the fugitive. Witn a glad ery she rusbed into his arms and was clasped securely, while, with his rigbt hand, he Jeveled his revolver at the ad- vancing desperadoes. “Back, you dogs, or I'll stretch you dead at my feet! Look up, miss! You are safe for the present,” exclaimed Powell. Without a word of warning, a bearded ruffian discharged a pistol full at the bead of the American. The bullet whistled close to his temple, but, before the scoundrel could again raise his arm, Powell’s revolver cracked and the yellow-skin pitched forward upon his face, clutching at the grass in his death struggles. CHAPTER II. ‘HEMMED IN.” THE pistol-shotand tbe fall of the Mexican oc- curr: d almost instantaneously, and the mounted robbers aide from their mustangs and has- tened toward the spot. A score of scowling Greasers surrounded the young American, who supported the girl with one arm and swept the circle of foes with the hand grasping the polished weapon. The fate of their comrade caused the cow- ardly miscreants to hesitate, and the darin young cfficer held the cutthroats at bay for fu five minutes ere one of their number mvved. As the remainder of the group reached the spot, a wild yell broke from their lips, and a dozen weapons flashed. “Stand back, or Pll shoot the first that ad- vances an inch toward me!” cried Powell. The beautiful girl crept closer to him, and her face turned toward her champion imploring his assistance, “Do not let them take me away,” she whis- pered. ‘Save me from that man!” and her glance of terror plainly told that the object of her special dread was approaching. tall, swaithy man, attired in Mexican habiliments drew near the group. His ap- pearance and swagger denoted that he wus no ordinary personage. A repulsive feature of this individual’s ap- pearance was the left eye. The pupil was en- tirely white, as if the sight bad been ae? ome by some accident. The other o1b gleamed like the eye of a wild beast in the teat jungle. His face was quite dark and a black mustache of wiry hair covered thin, cruel lips, exposing the gleaming teeth bebind them, The awtiul eye gave an expressicn to the man’s features that was most diabolical—something of the look of a hyena. ‘Powell knew by the manner in which the girl clung to him, shuddering and gasping, bere the man approaching was her most dread: ‘foe. In a moment he had thrust aside the Mexicans and stood before the young man and his ery ‘‘What’s the meaning of this?” demanded the new-comer in a peculiar grating voice resem- bling the low warning of the rattlesnake about to strike, He turned his eyes full upon the young American es he spoke. ‘‘Tt means that the young Jady now in my care fled from these ruffians, and as she kas im- plored my protection, 1 am bound fo assist her even thc ugh I lose my life in the attempt.” ' Powell’s attitude cowed the semicircle of men before him, and his clear ringing voice pronounced every word distinctly, A jeering laugh ese: ped from ‘the lips of the ferocious outlaw chief. “You arean American,” said he mockingly, ‘and you constitute yourself the protector of that young lady? Do you know the risk at- tending such an act? I wouldn’t give that for your chances of living.” The Mexican snapped bis fingers and then turning to bis minions exclaimed: ‘*-You are a nice set of men to allow a single man to bluff youin thismanner. Why do you stand there like a lot of sticks? You are not fit to be members of the band; you are not fit to be under Evil Eye.” The speaker’s voice betrayed no Spanish ac- csntin thus haranguing his followers, but, on the contrary, showed plainly that the man, although displaying Mexican garments, was & renegade from the States. : Often had Powell heard the name of Evil Eye, the most crafty and daring raider that in al
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0000 prem cows tow 12m 20 ever infested the south-western border. He had often trailed the villain and bis infamous gang to the Rio Grande, and longed to cross at the bead of his detachment and give the raiders a taste of Yankee powder and bullets. The very name of Evil Eye was a terror on the border and his depredations were carried far into the western counties of Texas. Im- mense losses were inflicted upon the cattle-own- ors and redress was beyond the reach of the un- fortunate Texans. Often a pursuing party fol- lowed after the raiders, but beyond killing a few, or recovering part of the stolen stock, a ursuif ended at the river, while the rascals urried over into the friendly arms of the alcalde or to the ranch of the robber Governor. Often had the famous cattle-thief been de- scribed and his peculiar eye pictured by those who had met the renowned outlaw. e had styled bimself ‘‘King of the Cattle Thieves,” and he certainly ruled the lawless band with despotic sway. ’ “*This is the infamous Evil Eye,” thought Powell, as he scrutinized the man and observed the optic that had gained the sobriquet for its owner. It certainly was an evil-looking eye, and an evil countenance acted as a setting tu the ** em. ‘You are an American,” said the robber, again, turning to Powell; ‘‘and you have inter- fered with my men. Either one of these entitle you to a speedy death. I never spare an Ameri- can!” he hissed. ‘‘ Return that girl instantly, and Baki apts to die!” ‘* Now, sir, hear me. I have undertaken to shield this lady from the scoundrels who pur- sued her. She has come to me for protection, and she will have it. As for returning this poor girl into your hands, you can take her, but not until you cross over my dead body.” With flashing eyes the young American faced the villains, and the trembling girl clung closer ‘to him. “Let them kill me with you!” she whispered; “better death than the fate in store for me. Do not let that man approach me. He has stolen me from home, and Heaven only knows the miserable life to which he would consign me. ae ee but do not let them take me from you ‘‘Fear not, my poor little one. I will not abandon you. 6 shall die here, if needs be!” cried Harry, in the warmth of his excitement. The outlaw chief waved his hand to the mon- grel crew at his back, and a yell arose that would have delighted a Comanche Indian. ** Down with him!” cried Evil Eye. ‘ Do not harm the girl, but hack that dog of an Ameri- can into small pieces. Out with your knives and slash him into ribbons!” The ruffians sprung toward the young man snd attempted to surround him. Powell’s finger rested upon the trigger of his revolver and the weapon cracked eeonly twice in uick succession, and a howl from two of the exicans told that the bullet had found a vital spot. The ruffians in return blazed away, in spite of Evil Eye’s orders, and several bullets grazed the bodies of the young couple. ‘*Give me one of your weapons if you have one to spare,” cried the girl; ‘‘ donot be afraid to trust me.” Harry placed the weapon in her hand and quickly produced another one from his belt. “Quick; follow me!” he cried, and he sprung toward the clump of bushes, at the same time uttering a peculiar signal. His faithful steed bounded from the depths of the wild undergrowth. Then a loud cry of rage broke from the lips of the ruffians, for with wonderful agility Harry was in the sad- dle; the next moment he had leaned forward, laced his arm about the girl’s waist and lifted ber to the pommel of his saddle. Almost simul- taneously the intelligent brute wheeled sudden- ly around and dashed into the depths of the chaparral. ; A howl of excitement arose from the Mexi- cans as they saw the American make for the in- terior country, and at least a score of the thieves on fleet mustangs followed in pursuit led by the outlaw chief. Powell passing the chaparral finally gained a tract of wild country where the trees afforded a friendly shelter. way until at length he emerged into an open plain which he knew would be dangerous cross- ing. iis steed now began to show signs of fatigue and the Mexicans were rapidly gaining upon bim. Suddenly he reined in the horse, and uttered a cry of astonishment. A wide and deep chasm yawned directly before him, and Through this he made his | like a barrier prevented further movement in that direction. A wild yell told that the Mexi- cans were aware of the dangerous place and now regarded the capture of the fugitives as a foregone conclusion. CHAPTER III THE VULTURES’ ROOST, ‘*Wer are hemmed in!” cried Powell, ‘and our only chance of escape lies in turning and fighting our enemies.” On came the exultant ruffians, feeling that the American was now in their grasp. They discharged their weapons as they advanced upon the young conple, while Harry wheeled and faced the murderous gang. One swarthy bandit raised a rifle and drew a bead upon the young officer, but ere the Greaser could discharge the weapon a sbarp crack echoed close at hand and a bullet went crash- ing into the brain of the mounted ruffian Powell turned to ascertain who had fired the saving shot, when the howling pack of Mexi- cans dashed upon him; and in spite of his des- perate struggles and the deadly execution of his revolver he was overpowered and secured. Powell could not re ee his admiration for the young girl. She had fought like an amazon in the short conflict. Nerved by despair, she had defended herself with the courage of a heroine. But it was an unequal struggle, and Evil ah minions easily triumphed. The repulsive villain glared upon the prostrate young man, and once he raised his foot as if to plant his heel upon Powell’s face, but a grim smile played upon his evil countenance as he checked himself and then leered in a diabolical manner: ‘*Pil save you for something more pleasing to the members of my band. I won’t kill you out- right, you dog. No; Ill kill you by inches,” ‘owell made no reply, but correctly surmised that the villain contemplated inflicting some horrible tortures upon him. One thing puzzled him greatly and that was concerning the hidden marksman, He wondered that the Mexicans had not sought for the lurk- ing place of the fatal rifleman: but all thoughts upon the subject were abruptly dispelled by the bandit’s orders: : ‘Bind the American upon one of the mus- tangs, and tie him fast, hand and foot. That's right. Now mount and away to the Vultures’ Roost!” Powell was secured upon the back of a. mus- tang very much after the manner of the famed Mazeppa. His captors were in high glee, and handled the prisoner in a brutal manner. Evil Eye assisted the girl upon the mustan belonging to the dead Mexican, and then seate himself upon the back of his own steed. He ave the word of command and the cavalcade ashed away toward the low range of hills. Powell’s position was most excruciating but he bore up bravely and did not allow a groan to escape from his lips during that long and pain- ful journey. Evil Eye never once left the side of his fair captive and his confederates rode in a hollow square, thus hemming in the bandit chief and his prisoners. The hours wore on until the horsemen reached a wild mountainous district. Huge bowlders and giant cactus plants arose upon all sides, and the surface bore evidence of the mighty vol- canic eruptions of bygone ages. : d Throughout certain portions of Mexico, Ari- zona and New Mexico areto be found the re- mains and traces of wonderful dwellings perched among the cliffs and precipices. Savans agree that a race prior to the Peons and Aztecs occupied these dwellings. They were built upon ledges, and were reached by means of ladders, Once the ladders were drawn u by the inhab- itants it was impossible to reach these almost impregnable fortresses on the cliffs. ; he race of people inhabiting these mountain cities long since daway, but their wonder- ful dwellings still remain, some in agood state of preservation, while others have crumbled away into sightless masses of debris, It was toward one of these buildings upon the verge of a precipitous ledge that Evil Eye and his lawless crew made their way, and, within its walls the cattle-thieves found a safe and secluded retreat. They had made great improvements in the mountain retreat. In- stead of using ladders to reach the ledge, they had tunneled into the base of the cliff, and thus formed a passage that led in winding tunnels upward into the walled inclosure above. This entrance was artfully covered up, and it was Evil Eye, King of Cattle Thieves. 3 en ee a only by careful search among the masses of mesquite and cactus that it could be discovered by hostile parties. Evil Eye feared no attack, for he was hand in glove with the authorities, yet the wil scoundrel bad provided fora breach of friend- ship by fortifying his retreat in various ways aad nen ae the cliff with undergroun exits. The bandits dismounted and one of their num- ber led the animals into a large chamber and there fastened them. Powell was released and allowed to stand erect, but his hands were se- cured, The entire party proceeded up the in- clined passage and reached the open space of the walled inclosure. Two villainous-looking Mex- icans led the girl toward a dismantled adobe building and placed her in charge of a wrinkled Indian hag, while Powell was thrust into a small hut witha swarthy Greaser for a guard, while the bandit chief and his followers partook of refreshments, and became very hilarious. About a half-hour later the prisoner saw a gaudily dressed Mexican pause near the hut and place asmall iron furnace upon the adobe ee and ignite a fire within it. Then e thrust a small bar of iron into the coals and heated the metal to a bright red. Before Powell could divine the object of this ae Eye strode to the hut, bis followers at his eels. “ Arise! Your doom is sealed and the ex- ecutioner is waiting,” said he, and a malicious chuckle escaped from bis lips. “Remember that Ihave comrades who will avenge my death. I am an American officer and demand a soldier’s death,” return: d Powell. ‘You shall have the death we prepare for you cowardly American dogs. You’re an of- cer, eh? You're one of the hounds that follow us whenever we choose to cross the Rio Grande to borrow a few head of Texas cattle? Ha! ha\ ha! Glad to know it. Here, Sancho; heat the iron until ’tis almost melted! WVJl fix you, my fine fellow. You interfered with me and my intended wife. lll warrant that you’ll never see to interfere with any one again,” cried Evil. Eye. ‘Your intended wife?’ said Powell, with a look of contempt. ‘‘That fair girl your wife? The dove mate with the hawk? The lamb with the wolf? Monster, your crimes are known throughout the States. Your hands are red with the blood of your victims, but I implore you to spare that poor girl. Return her to her ra be My life is in your hands. Take it, but add uot another crime to your blackened soul.” Evil Eye’s face was convulsed with rage. His fiendish eye fairly blazed in the light of the flames in the iron furnace. ‘Seize that red-hot iron!” he yelled to the grinning Mexican at his side. ‘Drag out that American! Burn out his eyes! Burn deep into the sockets! °Tis the brand of Evil Eye.” CHAPTER IV. DON COSTA’S TREACHERY. Upon the right bank of a wide stream empty- ing into the west fork of the Nueces river was the large cattle ranch and plantation of Bryan Walters. Crockett county, in Texas, is a vast tract of territory, over which countless herds of cattle roam at large attended by the rancheros in the employ of their various owners. The herds are distinguished by the brands, and are thus iden- tified when the annual count is taken of the animals. It is mostly in this and the adjoining county that the Mexican cattle-thieves confine their operations, running off immense numbers of steers and mustangs. Bryan Walters was a widower with an only child—a lovely maiden of scarcely nineteen summers, and the image of an angel mother whose memory Bryan Walters cherished as a Pee legacy. He had fondly watched over is little girl, year after year, until she grew in- to budding womanhood. His hopes were cen- tered in his darling, and Winona returned the affections of her father tenfold. The day before the opening of our story both father and daughter sat within the cosey little parlor, and opposite Bryan Walters was a re- markable personage. He was remarkable because the cast of his features was such as would impress a beholder. This person was tall and dark-featured. His coarse, black hair fell upon his shoulders in profusion. His lips were thin and almost hidden beneath the dark mustache growing upon the upper kip. ‘Wee wim
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ar feature, was the eyes. One seemed restless and the other passive, giving him an odd appearance. He was attired in dark velveteen garments decorated with lace and a profusion of silver buttons. The manner of the person was ex- tremly polite and bis accent betrayed Mexican origin. Sach is a pen picture of Manuel Costa, a Mexican planter, said to be fabulously rich, who aspires to the hand of the beautiful Texan girl, Winona Walters. lt was plain to be seen that the American ir) paid but little attention to the compliments stowed upon her by the Mexican planter. Winona arose and bowing tothe Don, grace- fully left the room. The Mexican drew nearer to the old gentle- man{and in a low voice addressed him. ‘* Your daughter isa most charming person. Ever since the day that I was fortunate enough to stop her runaway horse, and thus find an in- troduction to yourself and daughter, I have vis- ited your home with pleasure. I have but one object in view, sir: I love your daughter and would make her my wife. You know that I am wealthy and have large estates in Mexico. Now, sir, I leave the case in your hands. [ would like your consent, first, and I think I can gain Winona’s afterward.” “T think you will find that quite a hard task, Don, because Winona does not trouble herself with lovers or love matters. As for my con- sent I must be plain with you: Before trusting the happiness of my child in your hands it would be necessary for me to know more of you. You know, sir, that I have but your word for your antecedents and social stan gy a Bryan Walters’s voice was firm, but its tono was friendly and polite. The words seemed to arouse the suitor, for his swarthy face changed toa sia color, and his thin lips were pressed together in a nervous manner. **Do you doubt my word, sir?’ he demanded, after a momentary pause. “No, sir; do not mistake my meaning. It is the custom of our people to know more of an in- tended husband than hearsay. [ love my child devotedly, and cannot trust her in the hands of a comparative stranger though he possessed the wealth of the universe.” Don Costa arose and glared upon the old gen- tlemen, who, however, regarded his visitor calm- ly, and then slowly proceeded: *“You are aware, sir, that my child has not been consulted in the matter.” | But a parent’s pore, ta “Should be very cautiously exercised in mat- coe concerning the heart and welfare of a child. “Then, sir, Iam to understand that you re- fuse to aidme in my courtship by using a pa- rent’s authority?” “That is exactly what you are to understand, Don Costa,” replied Bryan Walters. ‘* And that is my answer also,” said a sweet voice close behind the Mexican, and Winona glided into the room, and her white arm encir- cled the neck of her parent. ‘*T am mistress of my own heart, Don Costa,” said she sweetly, ‘and I think your suit should have been addressed to me; but, papa has an- swered youfor me. I wish to retain ea friend- ship, but to love you is something entirely out of the question.” The sprightly American girl spoke in pleasant tones, rather reprovingly, yet devoid of ill feeling. The effect upon the Mexican was some- thing startling. His anger was ill concealed and his face betrayed the passion rankling in his heart. ‘*Very well; I accept the verdict,” he re- sponded, harskly; ‘‘I have proved myself a valuable friend to you, Bryan Walters, and you thus repay me. have prevented the cattle- thieves from depleting your stock, and this is my reward.” ‘Indeed, sir, I did not know that I had you to thank for the safety of my cattle ranch. I would be pleased to Imow how you prevent that scoundrel, Evil Eye, from invading my planta- tion and Grey xe my cattle? It is generally known that the bandit fears neither law nor the _ military, on the Mexican side, so how is it possible for you to hold him in check?” Don Costa’s face changed color and he cast a strange look upon the Texan. “Tt matters not to you, sir, what my in- fluence amounts to on the Mexican side. Once that I cease to interpose between your ranch and the followers of Evil Eye, you will quick- ly feel the ravages of that bold outlaw,” an swered the Mexican, somewhat proudly, v .' ican element. “You must be on friendly terms with that scoundrel,” affirmed Walters, ‘‘ for he certainly respects no authority in the matter.” ** As I said before, I will not reveal the secret power.” ‘Perhaps, Don, you are closely related to the person in question?’ suggested Winona, ‘‘ and, as 1 must admit, I see a remarkable likness in the principal features of your countenance. have only the descriptions of the person and they tally with yours, with several exceptions.” “The repulsive eye, you mean,” returned Costa, with a sneer; ‘‘ but, no matter; I have aoa my friendship and it has been refused. ou will bitterly repent it—both of you. member that up to the present hour I have been a friend to you, Bryan Walters.” The Mexican strode from the room haughtily, mounted a swift mustang, and dashed away from the spot at a full gallop. ‘We have made an enemy of that man, and T fear that harm will befall us insome manner,” said Walters, as he gazed after the disappearing horseman. Winona reassured her father, and her gay conversation and laughter banished all apprehensions. Night came on apace, and the shadows lengthened. Bryan Walters had scarcely re- tired when a commotion at the door constrained him to rise and hastily attire himself. A scream from the lips of Winona caused a thrill of terror to sweep through his frame, He dashed into the room in time to see his lovely daughter in the hands of several Mexicans, who bore her screaming toward the lawn. A blow froma tall, swarthy villain laid the father sense- less upon the floor, and the bandits dashed away with their beautiful prisoner. When Don Costa rode away from the home of Bryan Walters he proceeded toward the Mexican frontier. He had probably journeyed a dozen miles when he suddenly disappeared in a grove of native palms and cottonwoods. As he disappeared in the dense foliage, there came a body of horsemen following the well- beaten trail leading from the cattle ranch to the river. Their gay costumes, lassoes at the saddle- bows, and little, wiry mustangs proclaimed them at once to be Mexicans. e cavalcade EP a few moments near the grove, as if un- ecided. A shrill whistle sounded from the Game and a horseman ae from the shadow of the trees. It was Evil Eye the Mexican bandit. The mounted group saluted the bandit chief- tain as he rode among them and addressed a few stout Mexicans who rode in advance of the cavalcade. After a brief conference the horsemen _pro- ceeded toward the ranch of Bryan Walters. When near the house the troop dismounted, and crept forward like a group of Apaches. ithin the house there reigned a deathlike stillness. Tbe Mexican bandit leader ap- peoaceee an open window and peered within. e started back with a low cry of satisfaction. Winona Walters was seated before a small table engaged in poegee t-like, the ruffian sprung into the room. A piercing scream broke from Winona’s lips as she saw the dreaded form and features of Evil Eye, and recalled the words of Don Costa. A moment later and she wasin the arms of the bandit, and borne toward the open space before the house. Evil Eye’s ruffians swarmed into the house, beating down all who opposed them. Several minutes later the cattle-thieves and their cap- tive were speeding toward the Rio Grande. CHAPTER V A NEW BNEMY. Axsovut ten days before the opening of our story, an incident occurred at the military post on the Rio Grande, called Fort Duncan. As this incident becomes part of our story, and relates to the characters we have intro- duced, it will be well to acquaint the reader with the affair, and introduce anew person- age. The Fourth Cavalry occupied the post at the time mentioned. and among the non-commis- sioned officers was a dark-complexioned young man, who had resided for years in the border towns of Texas. He spoke Spanish fluently, and mingled to a great extent with the Mex- In fact, his comrades were ac- vil Eye, King of Cattle Thieves. eustomed to chaff him on the subject of a war | a esse eeaned — with Mexico, and, in a laughing manner, ask him on which side he would array himself in ease of a struggle, which then looked close at hand, owing to depredations on the border. Rafael Sanders merely smiled at these playful insinuations, and when the jokers went too far, or hinted at the cowardice of the Mexi- cans, his brow would grow dark, and a strange light would come and go in his restless eyes. Sanders bated Harry Powell, and he could scarcely hide his dislike. The only reason he could possibly offer for his hatred was that the young officer beat him at every little game of chance, wherever the two young men sat down as opponents. Sanders rejoiced to think that Powell’s favorite horse had been stolen from the post and inwardly hoped the animal would not be recovered. He showed his dis- pleasure plainly when it was rumored that Powell had obtained leave of absence and was soon to depart across the river to ransom his steed. “T hope he'll feel the stiletto of some native,” muttered Sanders. ‘How I hate him! Curse him; were it not for him I should be in a better position here. Everybody likes him, and that is why I hate him so bitterly.” The fellow slunk into an obscure corner of the inclosure and drank from a concealed flask. The aguardiente seew.ed to loosen the demons of hate within his breast, for when Powell passed by and cheerily greeted him, Sanders, with knitted brows, failed to return the salute, and turned away with a scowl upon his dark fea- tures, Toward sunset Powell strayed beyond the stockade and had almost reached a little cluster of trees on the banks of the small stream flow- ing into the broad river when the sound of an altercation reached his ears. Powell hastened toward the spot and the blood within his veins fairly boiled with indignation at the scene suddenly presented to his view. An old man, respectably attired, was de- fending himself from the attack of a man in the military dress of the cavalry regiment stationed at the fort. One look at the man and Powell recognized Sanders who, in a semi- drunken fury; had raised a sword to strike down the gray-haired person beforehim. The old gentleman was completely at the mercy of the armed assailant. The next moment Powell had leaped between the two, and with a stout cane dashed aside the sword in the hands of Rafael Sanders. “Shame on you, Sanders!” said the young man, in tones of reproach; ‘‘shame on you to attack an unarmed man—and one with gray hair. I gave you credit for manly qualities but I am sorry to see I have been mistaken in you.” “Stand aside, Harry Powell! Don’t you interfere in my quarrel, or, as there is a heaven above us, you shall share the fate of the old fool who has been rash enough to pro- voke this quarrel,” and Sanders again raised his sword aud advanced. ‘Sanders, you are beyond yourself. Calm yourself and listen to reason. This old man is unarmed, and you are disgracing your uniform by a cowardly attack. Stand back and lower your sword!” cried Powell. “Tl run it through your beart if you oppose me, Harry: Powell,” fairly hissed Sanders. ‘“‘ Let me here tell you that I bear you no love. I hate you, and if you dare to stand in my way T’ll redden this blade with your heart’s blood. The quarrel is between me and Bryan Walters, and be who interferes is a dead man to a certainty.” ' ‘Will you listen to me?” demanded Powell, as he saw the furious man again advancing to attack the old gentleman with upraised sword. ““Qut of my way I tell you!” shouted San- ders, and the sword gleamed in the air, ready to descend. Powell instantly threw forward his stout stick and caught the blade upon it. One dexterous movement of the wrist and the sword was sent flying from the grasp of the, assailant, and before Sanders could produee
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the concealed weapon that his hand sought, Powell dealt him a blow upon the head with the cane and Sanders fell to the sward sense- less and bleeding from a slight wound, “Tam sorry that I was compelled to strike him,” said Powell, ‘‘but I know the danger- ous character of the man and I acted on the defensive, as you will testify.” ‘“‘Young man, receive my heartfelt thanks for your timely interference. Had you not arrived, I fully believe the fellow would have murdered me. The only reason I can give you for his cowardly attack is because I have re- fused him the door of my house. My name, sir, is Bryan Walters; I am the owner of a large cattle ranch on the Nueces river. Oc- casionally I visit the post to communicate with your commander. This fellow, Sanders, man- aged to gain my good will, several months ago, and I invited him to my home. My daugb- ter Winona expressed a dislike for the man, and upon examination here, and elsewhere, I found him to be a dangerous character to have even as a casual visitor to my home. I ex- pressed my views to him, and it seems that he was considerably angered. I am a plain-spoken man and I told him my reasons. For this he attacked me, and I firmly believe that I should have fallen a corpse, upon this spot, but for your arrival.” ‘“‘T am pained to see that one of my com- rades in arms should have so far forgotten himself as to lose respect for gray hairs, and disgrace the uniform that he wears. I offer you an apology, sir, and will at once report to the commander of the post.” ‘‘Your name, sir?’ asked Walters, admiring the handsome officer. “Harry Powell.” The old gentleman extended his hand, which the young man grasped and wrung cordially. Walters mounted his horse and rode toward the military post, while Powell walked beside the horseman. Sanders lay perfectly quiet upon the earth until the two men had almost reached Fort Duncan. The villain then arose and wiped the blood from his forehead. “ That’s the dearest blow you ever struck!” he muttered, glancing toward the now distant form. ‘ Beware of me for I will run you to earth like a bloodhound. You are about to cross over into Mexico, after your horse, eh? Perhaps you’ll meet some one over on that side that you little dream will be there to extend a welcome to you and whoever accompanies you on your journey.” For a while Sanders stood gazing toward the distant stockade which he saw indistinctly in the fast descending shadows of evening. He seemed pondering and waiting for the night to cast her gloomy mantle upon the surrounding landscape. Then he moved away like a phan- tom in the direction of the river, and once upon its bank he paused to search for an object among the rank bushes that grew close to the water. lt was a package which he quickly opened, and from its folds he withdrew some garments which he placed close by while he removed his uniform. He attired himself in the garb he had selected and exchanged his cap for a dark sombrero. He cast the military uniform into the river, and watched it float away. “Pl] never want to use you again,”’ said he, “for when I again cross over into Texas it will not be as a servant of the United States, but perhaps as one of the followers of Evil Eye. Now, Harry Powell, look to yourself! You are no longer my superior officer. If we meet upon that side of the river we will balance accounts, and you may be sure the odds will be in my favor. You are about to cross over upon Mexican soil, but 1’ll warrant you'll never leave it again.” “ Then Sanders cautiously waded into the river and made his way toward the Mexican shore. Reaching the opposite bank, he gazed toward the American side, shook his clenched fist in the direction of the fort, and disappeared in the chaparral. Evil Eye, Kin y \ g of Cattle Thieves. 5 Bryan Walters returned to his ranch, after | I have caused all the trouble; Iam to blame for extending an invitation to Powell to call, should he be in the vicinity. Harry prepared himself for his trip into Mexico, and Jacob Slaushorn did likewise. Sanders did not make his appearance within the limits of the post when the gates were closed for the night, nor did the next morning bring any news of the absentee. Toward evening a cavalryman brought the discarded uniform of the missing man into the fort, He had discov- ered it floating down the river and had brought it ashore. It was then rightfully surmised that Sanders had deserted, but none dreamed that he was the villain that he was. CHAPTER VI. DOOMED TO A HORRIBLE FATE. “TAKE that red-hot iron and burn deep into the sockets!” The words proceeded from the lips of the outlaw leader, and the Mexican who held the blood-red iron advanced to the prostrate form of the young American. Powell could feel the intense heat of the metal as the Mexican drew near, and he closed his eyes and shuddered; but, before the ill-look- ing bandit could apply the iron to the eyes of the helpless captive, a piercing scream startled the group, and Winona darted forward and dashed aside the wretch with the awful object of torture. She placed herself above the youth, and with her hands covered his features. ‘Oh men! if you are men, stay the hand of that monster! Do not allow such a crime to be committed. It is horrible, horrible!” Her pale features were turned to the group, but she saw no signs of sympathy on the dark, scowling faces of the assembled bandits. In- stead, their faces wore a disappointed look— disappointed because they had anxiously awaited to see the American put toa death of tortures. Nothing was so horrible as to touch the hearts of these fiends. Winona’s words fell upon heedless ears, and only added to Evil Eye’s fury, as he saw the executioner dashed aside by the frail girl. ‘¢Back to your prison!” he yelled to her, “and you, Manedo, seize that iron and obey me.” “ No! no!” screamed the fair girl, “‘ burn in- to the flesh of my hands if you will, but he shall not be harmed. These hands will pro- tect his face and eyes until your cruel iron has burned each muscle and fiber. Stand back, monster! Do not approach this helpless man with such horrible purposes!” The Mexican with the iron stood as if unde- cided in his actions. “ Dog! dare you disobey me?” thundered the bandit chief, and he struck the Mexican a blow that sent the fellow reeling to the earth and the hissing iron fell to the adobe pavement. Winona sprung forward and seized the han- dle of the instrument of torture and before Evil Eye could divine her intentions, or his minions prevent the act, she had flung it far above and over the walls toward the cliff and it fell into the glen far, far beneath the battle- ments of the Outlaws’ Roost. A hoarse cry of rage broke from Evil Eye’s lips as he saw the act, and he gnashed his teeth like a wild beast in impotent fury. Winona sunk down upon her knees before the outlaw and raised her hands in supplica- tion. “Spare him, sir! Do not inflict such tor- tures upon him. Surely you are not so cruel as you have been represented, and you will re- lent. I ask you upon my bended knees to spare his life.” “Why do you beg for his life? Is it through motives of pity, or is it because you love this man?” There was something peculiar in the man’s tones and Evil Eye glared upon the little fig- ure at his feet, as he spoke. “Tt is because I wish to spare all bloodshed, the miseries he has endured and I wish to avoid injury or torture to one who has be- friended me!” She raised her tear-dimmed eyes toward the outlaw and again implored his clemency. “ Are you sure that you have not learned to love this American?” Evil Eye demanded. “T cannot answer that question,” Winona responded, tremulously. i “Do you forget the attention paid you by my friend Don Costa? He offered you his hand and heart, and you spurned both. Do you remember your reply to him?” ‘Yes, because I could not love the Don. It would be wrong to deceive him.” Indeed! You could have learned to love him if you had tried.” ‘No! I could never love him.” Evil Eye’s face grew darker if such a thing was possible. “Whether you love him or not,” said he, | “you shall mate with him. ‘You shall be his bride. If you learn to love him, so much the better for yourself. I will warn you in time that your tears and stubbornness will avail you naught. You will never leave this place ex- cept as the wife of Don Costa.” “Why do you detain me, for Don Costa? What is he to you?” cried Winona. “ He is—well it matters not to you, at pre- sent. Don Costa is a friend whom I wish to favor. I know he loves you and will guard you from the storms and perils of life. You are to be his wife.” “And you will spare the prisoner?’ said Winona rising and approaching Evil Eye. ‘““Ah, I had forgotten him. I will spare him,” said the bandit. “ Heaven bless you for this one noble act!” murmured Winona. “T said I would spare him—I spare him from the death I had prepared for him, but not from the torture I have just now decided to inflict upon him. Seize the American and ‘ bear him away into the vault!” ) Evil Eye’s command was obeyed with alacrity and several ruffians prevented Winona from again reaching Powell’s side. The outlaw chief smiled hideously as he saw the result of his little piece of deceit. Several of his bandits bore the semi-conscious girl to- ward the building from whence she had es- caped, and the lieutenant of the outlaw band upbraided the hag for her want of vigilance and saw that Winona’s hands were fettered with a silkencord. The ruffians bore Powell into a low passageway and descended a flight of rough steps. They halted before a low doorway and in- serting a large key into the ponderous lock one of the Mexicans opened the door and handed the key to Evil Eye. The gloomy vault re- sembled a charnel-house, It was evidently the prison-keep of the Outlaws’ Roost, and in all probability the dungeon for the condemned members of the league, or for the unransomed wretches that were cast into its dark depths, never to come forth again. <A blazing torch served to expose this vault to the eyes of the helpless prisoner, and a shudder swept through his frame as he saw the moldering remains of mortality scattered upon the slimy flooring of the vault. ‘* Remove his coat and make bare his chest and arms,” said the outlaw chief in a low voice that sounded ghostly in that tomb-like apart- ment, Powell’s bands were loosened in order that his upper garments could be removed. The youth made no effort to resist, nor did he reply to the insulting remarks of the outlaw chief. ' In a few moments Powell was stripped to the wegist and his hands again secured. Then bis feet were bound with a rope and he was laid upon the damp floor. “Perhaps you wonder what I am about to do?” said the bandit, with a leer, ‘‘ and per- haps you would like to be enlightened upon the subject? By aid of the torch you can look - around you and bebold your tomb, for you \
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6 wiil never again behold the light of day. Death by starvation would be a blessing to you compared to the fate in store for you. Even should you guess for years, you would be un- able to divine my intentions. It will be a loathsome death—one that should strike terror to your soul, and one that will repay me for the trouble you have caused by yonr inter- ference.” ‘‘Fiend and monster! Leave me to my fate. Ido not fear any death you may have in store forme. I can meet my doom like a man. I will be amply avenged, and my com- gades will demand blood for blood,” cried Powell. The outlaw gave vent to a mocking laugh, and, turning to a Mexican at his side, he spoke a few hurried words to him. The Mexican departed from the vault but shortly returned with two small boxes which he placed in the hands of the robber chieftain. “‘In these small boxes you will find the means of your death,” said Evil Eye, “a death that will be lingering and _ horrible. Leave the vault, men, ere I open these little cages, Stop! one of you hold the torch so I may see the stairway after raising the lids.” Powell glanced toward the boxes in question and his brain was in a whirl to ascertain the contents of the mysterious little cages. Evil Kye noticed the look of inquiry resting upon the features of his prisoner. “You wonder what it is that I have within these boxes? I will satisfy your curiosity, In one cage I have about a dozen deadly centipedes, whose poisonous touch is certain death, and such a death! The mind sickens at the very thought of it. In the remaining box I bave the venomous tarantulas. Can you now see the manner of death I have selected for you? I will allow these deadly insects to crawl] upon your bare bosom, One movement and you are a doomed man, Your veins will be filled with the virus and your body will swell with the loathsome poison of the tarantulas. All ready! Look out for the door and the torch.” Evil Eye emptied the repulsive insects beside the prostrate youth and hastened out of the vault and locked it. The hideous bairy spiders and centipedes crawled upon the helpless captive and crept nearer and nearer the bare bosom. re CHAPTER VIL JACOB ENTERS THE ROBBERS’ DEN. Ir will be remembered that when the band of Mexicans dashed toward Powell, who then stood at bay upon the verge of the chasm, a concealed person discharged a weapon, killing one of the mounted bandits. In the confusion that followed Powell’s cap- ture, the hidden marksman was lost sight of by Evil Eye and his band of exultant cut- throats. The Mexicans bound the youth, and both he and the maiden he had sought to save from the cattle’ thieves were conveyed in the direction of the outlaws’ mountain rendezvous. It was then that the concealed person emerged from the interior of the decayed tree that stood be- yond a mass of mesquite and wild cactus, He gazed after the cavalcade as he stepped forth and then strode toward the dead Mexican, who still lay with upturned features, upon the spot where the fatal bullet had stricken him to the earth. His comrades had departed, scarcely deigning to look upon the unfortunate wretch much less to beur away his corpse. The person approached the body and closely scrutinized it. “He vos ded—ded as a smoked herrings,” said the person after an examination. ‘‘ Vota rascal looking feller dot vos,” contemplating the features now distinctly exposed to his by the bright moonlight. ’ ‘*Yust so sure as my name vos Yacob Slaus- horn I hit him mit de bullet right square in der bull’s-eye!” Evil Eye, King of Cattle Thiev SLL \ The stout German seemed evidently pleased at his haudiwork and a thrill of pride swept through him as he again looked upon the dead bandit. “By jimminy crackers, I vos getting to be a sharpshooter. I recommember der time ven I couldn’t hit der side of a house, unt now I can hit a mans in der middle of der eyebrows, Dot’s von of dem cow-robbers! Dot’s one of dem fellers wot goes mit Evil Eye—dot snoozer mit a crooked eye! By himmel, dot made me mat to see dem fellers catch Harry Powell like dot; but, vot kin one Dutchmans do against a whole crowdt like dot? I vonder who it vos dot lady is? By himmel, dot gal got some plucks! She fights like dem vild cats dot I hear tell about! Now, vot is to be done yet? Me unt Harry Powell come’d over in dis coun- tres togedders, and it von’t do dot I go home to der fort separated mitdout him! I yust hided mineself in dot tree ven dem crowdt come along, but I fixed one of der spitzboos, anyhow! Now I tell mineself just vot I vill do: I vill be brave like a shackass unt follow der cow-thiefs and see if I can’t hellup Harry Powell unt dot nice little gal too! Here is a goot chance. I vill take dem clothes off dot robber unt dress me in dem; and by jimminy I vill be a Mexicans! Dot’s vot I vill do.” Without further ceremony Jacob began to remove the clothing from the dead Mexican and to trunsfer the garments to his own per- son. ‘Now den! I’m a Dutch Mexican!” ad- miring himeelf, ‘‘ unt den next ting vot I do is ter follow on der track of der thie{s unt see if I kin hellup Mister Powell unt der lady of dem troubles out.” Jacob really looked every inch a Mexican in his fantastic garb. His obesity was perhaps the only drawback, but he found no difficulty in forcing his stout figure into the wide, loose garments of the dead man. He now started on the trail of the cattle- thieves. He still retained his rifle, and after slinging the weapon across his shoulder he commenced a dog trot after the bandit horse- men and their captives. “By himmel!” he cried, suddenly. “TI never thought of von t’ing yet vot is great im- portance! I can’t speak von vord of dot Mexi- can langvitch.” _This discovery seemed to stun him for a few moments and he stood undecided whether to go forward or retrace his steps. “* Dot’s all right!” he exclaimed, as a brilliant idea seemed to suddenly dawn upon his mind. “Tm got Mexican clothes on and if I gets in a fix I vill talk Dutch todem. Dey von’t know der diffrens, onyhow; such fools vill t’ink I am a new kind of Mexican vot uses high-toned langvitch. So, dot’s all right, go *hed, Yacob Slaushorn, unt you keep your mout open unt your eyes wide shut,and you vos all right! You vos alvays a schmard feller, unt I guess youcan fool dem greasy Mexicans so easy like eating limburger.” Jacob’s complimentary remarks to himself restored his confidence, and he again pursued his way over the rough trail. Over hill and dale, through chaparral and over sandy plains the German followed the plain trail, until he finally reached the valley where Evil Eye and his followers had found an entrance in the base of the giant cliff that towered up like a barrier upon all sides. Far above could be seen the walls of the rob- bers’ retreat, built upon the plateau overlook- ing the glen. “By der great plpe of my gran’fadder!” ejaculated the German, as he gazed upward, “how der tuyvel did dem build a house up dere? Howcan dem get up dare mit out lad- ders? Dot’s only a yall, anyvays. How der tuyvel can I get in dot place?” His question seemed to be answered by a shrill whistle that startled the echoes of the wild glen. : Jacob had but time to crouch down behind a mass of wild vines, when a form emerged from the tangled underbrush and vines and again es, . Geese One Mae SoA Ne Rao eae aaa onmamen ears gave vent to the signal. From his place of con cealment the German could see the person dis. tinctly, and to his great surprise, he recog- nize Rafael Sanders. Jacob was on the point of rising and going forward to meet Sanders, when he again ob- served that the deserter was attired in the gay and picturesque costume of a Mexican guerrilla. ‘““Dot beats der Dutch!” whispered Jacob, “‘ Dot feller is acquainted mit olt Evil Eyes, I bet you. Dot’sder reason he deserted. J yust tought of somedings. Dot spitzboo is abad frent to Harry Powell, and if dem two young mans meet each odder, dere vill be troubles, and—” His remarks were interrupted by an incident that caused him to stare and gape as if he was awakening from a nightmare. Tae spot opposite Sanders had been under- going atrans.ormation while Jacob was giving vent to his ideas. A huge rock in the base of the massive cliff was swinging around, disclosing an aperture in the beretofore solid mass of granite bowlders, “Vell, dot does beat der Dutch!” Jacob clapped his hand over his mouth for he had blurted out his favorite expression in a loud tone. Sanders walked toward the opening and dis- appeared in the entrance. Slowly the rock swung buck into its place and the same silence reigned in the wild glen. ‘‘T vish somebodies vould kick me, yust to see if I'm sleeping, or if my eyes is yet vide avake,” said the German, gazing toward tbe spot in the cliff where he had seen Sanders enter by means of the revolving mass of rock. ‘‘T know vot I vill do,” said he, rising from the bushes, ‘‘I vill go right away out dere unt vistle yust like he did, unt gorightin. By himmel, I’m going into dot places ant dot sed- dles it.” Jacob walked boldly forward and placng his fingers into his capacious mouth blew a discordant whistle that rung from crag to crag. He waited a few moments and repeated the signal. To his great delight he saw the rock slowly revolve and he quickly glided toward it. In a few moments it had swung half-way around and the yellow face of a whiskered Mexican peered through the opening. The bandit seemed somewhat surprised to see the person who was seeking admittance. He scrutinized the German from head to foot. The features puzzled him, but the garb seemed to satisfy him, to a certain degree. “* Qui vive ?” said the Mexican tiler. ‘Yaw, dot’s all right! Open der door!” re- plied Jacob. “ Caramba !” hissed the Mexican. “Yaw, cramberries; dot’s goot!” The Mexican evidently was puzzled, and be- gan working the lever in order to close the aperture. But quick as a flash the German darted into the opening, and seizing the unsus- pecting Mexican dragged him out into the open air and dealt him a tremendous blow. The Greaser fell headlong to the earth and his head striking a rock, he was rendered ob- livious to everything. “‘Dot’s der kind of a man vot I am,” an- nounced Jacob; with a smile of satisfaction. “Ven I hits a man he can make up his mind dot it vos a mule vot kicked him!” Jacob now seized the inanimate body of the bandit, and taking the sash from about his waist he secured the fellow’s hands. Having accomplished this he dragged him into the deep underbrush. ‘Now, Yacob, you can valk right in, yust as if dot house belonged to you. Now den, be bold as a shackhorse, and brave as a lion, and you will be all right,” The German entered the opening and finding the lever he slowly closed the huge rock. ; The narrow passage was plunged into gloom but he groped forward, scarcely knowing in what direction to find the principal en- trance to the robbers’ stronghold on the cliff above. ; —
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_— Evil Eye, King of Cattle Thieves. 7 CHAPTER VIIL AN ALARMING DISCOVERY. WuEN Sanders entered the passageway he proceeded upward by meansof a winding stair- way of rougb slabs and timbers, He spoke a few words tothe guardian of the entrance, previous ‘o mounting the stairway, and from that worthy be obtained a lantern that served to illuminve the difficult ascent and aid him to pick his way over the uneveiu roadway. .He toiled slowly vpward and bad barely emerged into a large circular chamber when the sound of many voices fell upon his ears. A moment jater and the well-known form of the cattle-thief appeared from an opening in the side of the rocky walls. Evil Eye extended his hand to the new-comer and both rascals greeted each other warmly. “T heard that you were here,” said Evil Eye, *‘and I am pleased to have you among us. I have just returned from over the river and I feel highly elated over the plunder I’ve bagged.” ‘*Glad to hear of it,” said Sanders. ‘I hope I will bave a hand in the next excursion. I’ve been here almost a d:y and a night awaiting your return, Thanks toour previous acquaint- ance and friendsbip, I was enabled to make my way her», gain admittance and make my- self at home un.il your return.” “Consider the Vultures Roost your home, and I’m glad to add you to the Vultures of the Rio Grande as your countrymen call us.” ‘‘Not my countrymen!” said Sanders hotly. “My mother was a Castilian and my father a native of Texas when that State was under Spanish rule and ere she was wrested from Mexico I bear the Americans no love, I as- sure you. I have borne their ridicule for years, because my heart and sympathies were with Mexico. True, [ entered ths American army but it was because it aff rded easy times, good pay, and allowed me to be near my countcymen, But I have turned my back upou the United States forever.” “Pm glad of it. But tell me why do you come to me instead of making your way to some Mexican city and there mingie with the gay population; why do you preter a life in the saddle and among the mountuin retreats?” The rolber chief glanced half-suspiciously at the new addition to his ranks. “Because I have an object in view,” de- clared Sanders. ‘ Were I to seek the cities I should be cheated of the revenge I contemplate. Joiving your Vultures I will enjoy the wild, free, and reckless life that my’ heart yearns for, I will be near the object of my hatred and sooner or later my vengeance will be satis- fied.” ** Who is the object of your enmity?” ~ ‘An American stationed at Fort Duncan— Hariy Powell!” Evil Eye started; then a strange smile flitted acioss his byena-like features. “‘Harry Powell? Then I bave news for you! The very man you seek is beneath the rocky flooring of the next cavern—-my pri- soner!” Had a thunderbolt exploded at Sanders’s feet he cou'd not have leapel more wildly or his features expressed ureater astonishment. “What! Powell here—your prisoner?’ he cried, fearing that be had misunderstood the bandit chief. “Yes, he is here, doomed to-an awful death. Even now the horrible device employed for his destruction, is at work, and he is perhaps a curp-e. “ Oh, the news is too good to be true,” San- ders excaimet in a delirium of jov. ‘Can I see bin? Can I beho!d him with my own eyes to know th-t my enemy is here—here in your power and doomed ta die?” “Is not my woid sufficient? J hate the man, an.l goo! cause I have for so doing. 1 tell you that he will never see daylight again. ite is bound hand and foot in a vault, cut out cf the slid rock and prepared expressly as an execution chamber, He lies there surrounded by centipedes and tarantulas, which are even now craw:iug upon bis bare bosom—p. isoning | and tbus endeavor to seek an outlet. the flesh at every puncture, sending the deadly virus into every vein. You know the effects of the sting of a tarantula? You koow that the bite and very touch of the centipede is far more poisonous than the scorpion; why then doubt that the man must die surrounded by such horrible insects?’ ‘I do not doubt it; I merely want to listen at the door of the vault—listen to his cries and then allow him to either look upon me or know that Iam near. I wish to mock his groans of agony—to taunt him with my presence, and remind him of my oath of vengeance. I want to make his dying moments a perfect bell if I can,” The face of the scoundrel grew livid as he uttered the threats. ‘“‘ Never fear; he is enduring a world of tor- ments, ut the present moment. You may go and listen at the entrance if you choose, but I will not consent to open the door. Here, Manedo, show this gentleman to the prison vault of the American.” The Mexican attendant bowed and motioned Sanders to follow, which Sanders did readily. Evil Eye, followed by the remainder of bis comrades, sought a large chamber where a blazing fire dispelled the chilly cavern atmos- phere. While the cattle-thieves regaled themselves with aguardiente and some trijoles, Evil Eye stepped into the small chamber set apart for his private use, and began to change his attire. He robed himself in a gorgeous suit of dark blue velvet, trimmed with silver lace, and a profu- sion of buttons composed of the same shining metal, He wrapped a brilliant scarf about bis waist, and having perched a gaudy sombrero upon bis head, was ready for inspection. **Now then, to visit my fair captive,” said he. ™ I will bandy no words with her. Why should I? Why should the King of the Cattle Thieves allow a woman to swerve him from his purpose? No! she shall be mine, and tears or entreaties will avail her naught. My mind is made up aud [ will act quickly.” He passed out of the apartment into a pass- age leading toward the adobe building upon the plaza of bis mountain fortress. While the leader of the cattle-thieves is pur- suing his way toward the prison but of his beautiful prisoner we will follow the footsteps of our German friend, Jazob Slaushorn. Muttering to himself, and cursing the intense gloom that pervaded the place, he slowly groped forward until he reached a spot in the side of the passage where several planks lay upon bowlders as if to prevent incursions in that di- rection. Jacob had scarcely touched the planks when bis foot slipped and he fell against the timber in such a manner that the planks were disp!aced and both Jacob and the wooden bar- rier were hurled into a deep pit. He floundered about in the depths of this pit, having escaped with a few bruises but no bro- ken bones, ““Vot a fools Iam! Dem boards vas placed across dot places yust so dot nobodies vould fall in—unt [ had to go yust lke a fool and fall mineself in. Dots a vonder dot I don’t got my het broke unt my backbones smashed. Vere der tuyvil am I? Dot’s so dark by dis place dot I can’t see my face right before my noses. 1 must got out some kind of way, any- how.” Suiting the words to the action he com- menced creeping forward. He noticed that, as he proceeded the way in- clined upward very much after the manner of a log ‘“‘sboot.” Upward he to led, grasping at projections, securing a footing here and there, until he finally paused, blowing like a steam engine, ‘* Mine gracious! vot a kind for place is dot? I’ve been climbing up now for more as a half- hour unt I can’t see vere I am going, yet. If I keep on climbing dis vay I vill get close by heiven or der sky, because it is up in dis vay. Vell, I vill start again,” Jacob once more began his arduous ascent: He fin- ally paused agaiu, for a mass of rock barred further progress in that direccion. “Ym dished again!” he growled: “after all my climbing up, I can’t get out. I vonder if I couldu’t find a mouse hole some place vere I could creep in?’ He felt around in ull directions. Nothing greeved the touch of his bands but the cold, damp rock directly in advance. Large ir- regular masses of stone interlocked as if some upheaval had tbus thrown the mass in wild confusion yet presenting a formidable wall and barrier fashioned by tbe hands of nature. As Jacob was groping about near the base of this wall his hand came in contact with an object which he instinctively grasped. It proved to be an implement resembling a _pick- ax or old-fashioned mattock. He was able to determine this much by the sense of touch and examination. This discov- ery prompted him to another one—for he felt in the pockets of the dead Mexican’s clothing, which he wore, and to his great joy he found several matches and a coil of some material which proved to be a thin waxen taper or fuse, Ina few moments he had struck a light and the flame of the taper disclosed the strange spot where he now found himself, revealing the rugged barrier of dark granite. Even as he listened to the sputtering taper his ears suddeuly caught the faint sound of a human voice—a subdued groan, coming ap- parently trom beyond the rocky barrier. Once again the sound came distinctly to his listening ears; then he drew nearer to the wall and in a low voice he called: Who’s in dot!” “Ts that you, Jacob?” came the faint reply. “Help me or I'ma dead man. It’s I—Harry Powell. I’m in this vault, bound hand and foot.” CHAPTER IX. OUT OF THE TOILS, JACOB alinost sunk to the earth with aston- ishment at the call of the well-known voice. “Ish dot you, lefftevant?” ‘Yes, Jacob; for the love of Heaven aid me. I am surrounded by poisonous insects and cannot defend myself,” came the reply from beyond the wall, ‘Hold on a minute, Mister Powell; don’t let dem bite you till I come inside, den I knock der brains out mit dis pick-axes vat I got.” He placed the taper coil upon the ground and then with the old broken mattock he began dislodging the leosened masses of the wall. One by one the pieces of granite ga‘e way, at length disclosing an aperture sufficiently large to admit the German, Eagerly he seized the light and crawled through the opening into the vault, but started back with a Jow cry of horror. His eyes fair- ly leaped from their sockets as he viewed the spectacle revealed. Upon the floor lay the young lieutenant, with bared bosom and both bands and feet firmly secured. But, what caused the exclamation of horror was the loathsome objects that crawlea about the body of the prostrate man. vf Large hairy spiders—large as a man’s fist— crawled about upon the helpless man. Then the repulsive centivedes glided here aud there, seeking the bare flesh of the victim. The rays of the light interrup ed the horri- ble insects and they paused as if petrified, Their little green, fiery eyes flashed back the light of the candle. Jacob did not really know the dang’: ous creatures he had to deal with, for he pluckeu the ugly spiders from the body of the youry m:n and crushed the insects Leneath hs heels, Even as he began his wholes»le +xterm‘nation of the deadly creatures, a violent bow upon the heavy door of the vault sturtled both men,
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8 Evil Some one was trying the door and vainly endeavoring to force it open. “Someboddies is going to open dot door,” cried Jacob, in tones of alarm. ‘Unt you unt I vill be cotched unt scooped in again. Holt on, I guess I got me a knife yet.” "Twas a fruitless search, however, for Jacob suddenly remembered that it was another man’s garments which now graced his form, consequently his knife was left with his cast- off clothing at the time of exchange. The noise at the door and confused hum of voices warned him that a few moments yet re- mained to act or all would be lost. Jacob seized the ropes binding the limbs of the youth and tore at them wildly, until he cast the fragments upon the floor, and Powell stood erect, free from his ligatures. Not a moment too soon, for a key was in- serted into the lock. “This vay; come!” cried Jacob excitedly, and he forced Powell into the aperture and quickly followed the disappearing figure. Just as the German entered tbe opening in the wall, the door of the vault opened and San- ders, followed by a dozen fierce-looking ban- dits, leaped into the cell. Sanders held his torch in such a manner that the entire cham- ber was revealed to his gaze. The prisoner was gone! Sanders gave vent to an unearthly yell of fury. “ Just as I thought!” he cried, vehemently. “Evil Eye wouldn’t listen to me, I told him I heard voices in the vault, See! the tarantu- las are crushed and there is— Ha! what’s this?” The villain’s eyes rested upon the broken wall and the passage forced by the German. “‘That’s it! Some one’s helped him to es- cape! Into that passage, boys! They can’t es- cape. We’ve got them in a trap, after all.” With diabolical yells, the Mexicans dashed toward the aperture and the foremost ruffian had scarcely peered into the opening when a pistol cracked from the gloom beyond, and the bandit fell backward into the vault with a stream of blood flowing upon his swarthy fea- tures. Another howl from the group of ruffians rung through the vault, and ere the cry had ceased to echo, the form of Evil Eye leaped into the ceil. Comprehending the situation he appeared more like a wild beast than a human being. His ery resembled the screech of the panther, and even his followers quailed before the towering passion of their leader. ‘Why do you stand here?” he yelled. “ Fol- low upon the track of the American and bring him back, dead or alive.” It needed but the voice of their leader to in- still courage into their hearts. The next mo- ment they swarmed through the narrow open- ing, and followed upon the track of the fugi- tives. Sanders followed, with his torch, but Evil Eye remained in the vault, peering through the opening, and shouting after the bandits, ever and anon rising and pacing to and fro like an imprisoned tiger in its cage. He trod upon the tarantulas, and crushed the creeping centipedes that had escaped Ja- cob’s heels. He crushed them viciously for failing to perform the deadly work allotted to them, Suddenly he remembered that the fugitives might distance the bandits, and reach the exit ,of the lower passages. He remembered the jshoot, although it had never been called into ‘use by his followers. Evil Eye had explored every nook and cornerof the old Aztec ruins, and he knew that the shoot led to the lower passages. In a frenzied manner he bounded up the steps, out of the vault, and into the rocky corridor, signaling as he ran until his banditti appeared and gath+red around him. In a few hurried words Evil Eye explained the situation to his followers, and the outlaw group dashed into various passages, arming themselves hastily, and rejoined their leader. The howling pack sped away after their chief- ye, King of Cattle Thieves. tain down the winding roadway, echoing his shouts, and doing all in their power to make the occasion a pandemonium of unearthly cries, The foremost ruffian brandished a torch, and led the way over the broken flight of long natural steps. Meanwhile Jacob and Harry sped downward in their precipitate flight; only once did the German pause and that was to send a bullet into the group he saw at the opening in the barrier. ‘*Come along quick, lefftenant!” he cried. “Jump down like acat. Don’ mind if you broke your neck;—dot’s nottings; better broke your neck as get once more a pris’ner by dem loafers. Jump! Dot’s right make right avay haste. I know vere | think ve can got out of dis tuyvil’s nest.” Jacob having extinguished his taper, leaped here and there in the gloom at a frightful rate of speed, while Powell kept close behind his guide, listening to his rapid instructions and totally guided by his voice. The sound of the pursuing bandits came from above and large stones dislodged by the pursuers came rattling down the shoot, fortunately doing no harm to the fugitives, but only serving to accelerate their speed. ‘“¢ Here veare in der pit vere I first fell into. I knows der places by der planks. Now it ain’t high to climb and ve must try it. I vill yust strike a match unt den blow it out quick. Look out now! Ven I strike der match look mit your eyes for a goot places to climb, and den, go for it like a goot feller!” Jacob struck the match upon his clothing and a momentary gleam disclosed the pit and both men hastily noted the only mode of emerging from the cavity. Again the place was plunged into profound gloom. Far up the shoot a red light arose and fell. It was the bandits coming down care- fully, and shouting at every step. rm) “Up ve go!” cried Jacob, and the next mo- ment the German was clutching at the rocks and climbing up out of the pit. “Powell reached the top first, and extending his hand aided Jacob to the verge and landed him safe, **Goot!” grunted Jacob, ‘‘I vas yust out of breethe unt didn’t got a snoot full of wind. Hello! Listen! “By jimminy, dere’s a crowd coming down from anudder stairs. Quick, come dis vay! I didn’t forgot der door yet.” Again the two men dashed forward, Jacob leading the way. He reached the door in the cliff wall and had just laid his hand upon the lever used to swing the mass of rock when he gave vent to alow cry of astonishment and he ‘flung himself upon the lever ina frenzied manner. Evil Eye and his group of bandits were just coming into view and their torch dis- closed the fugitives to the outlaws’ gaze. Slowly the rock swung around and a dozen weapons cracked from the robber group, the leaden missiles spattering upon the moving rock close beside the escaping men. A mo- ment later, Powell glided through the narrow opening and Jacob squeezed through also, Evil Eye howled like a wounded hyena and dashed in a blind fury toward the spot. CHAPTER X. THE VULTURE LOSES HIS PREY. Winona remained within the little adobe but and gave vent to a flood of tears. The old Mexican crone sat in the low doorway, watch- ing the fair captive from beneath her shaggy eyebrows. A form suddenly darkened the doorway and motioned the old creature aside. Winona glanced up and beheld the personage known as Don Costa. He was attired in rich velveteen garments, and it was evident that he had made his toilet with great care. Before he could utter a word, the young girl had bent a keen searching glance upon the vil- lain. ** Don Costa. why do I find you here, in the outlaws’ stronghold? Are you in league with Evil Eye, or have you come here to mock me?” demanded the girl. “You judge me harshly—I am on friendly terms with Evil Eye, ’tis true, but I have not sought you to add to your sorrow. Nay, Miss Walters, I come to offer you liberty and a speedy return to your home. When I ascertamed that Evil Eye and his followers had stolen you from your home, I became indignant and sought the powerful chieftain to obtain your release. I have visited your father also, and he is now anxious to recognize my efforts and acknowl- edge my friendship in its true light. I lave arranged toransom you from the hands of Evil Eye. Everything is ready for your return home. I only wait your reply—for you are to decide whether you remain here or depart.” ‘*Am I to infer, sir, that you are to ransom me from this outlaw?” “T am to ransom you from the power of Evil Eye,” he responded, quickly, while a shade of anger crossed his dark face. ‘‘Ido not know why the term outlaw should be applied to him, but we will not waste words over that matter. You hold the balance of power by speaking the words that give you freedom.” ‘‘ What is it, sir, that I am expected to say in order to regain my liberty?’ ‘‘ Winona, I have previously spoken to you of my love, and youscast it beneath your feet. You were then safe under your own roof, with- out an atom of care or sorrow. The scene is changed. You are in the hands of a powerful league who rule this part of Mexico. Youcan not hope to evade their vigilance, much less ex- pect to be rescued from this mountain strong- hold.” He grew impatient as he noted the calm ex- pression resting upon Winona’s face. “ Did you fully understand me?’ he demand- ed, after a short pause. “T understood every word, Don Costa; and I have weighed their meaning also. True, I am not now under my father’s roof. I have been torn from his side—perhaps through your machinations. You threatened a_ visitation from that fiend in human form, Evil Eye, and the blow fell. It is strange how you resemble that man. Your voice is almost the same, The features are those of that infamous wretch. Ay, you resemble him all save the terrible eye.” mi We are not speaking of Evil Eye, at pres- ent,” admonished the villain hotly; “‘ we are speaking of the situation in which you now find yourself. You have not replied to my question. You evade it by comparing and noting my resemblance to the mountain leader, but let that pass. Winona Walters, I again tender the love that would save you.” “And I again reject it!” cried Winona, im- petuously. ‘You have worn the mask long enough. You are hand in glove with the wretches that plunder and kill the inhabitants of our frontier. If such is not the case, then why do you associate with them? You offer me liberty in return for the love I can never give you. Nay, Don Costa, since] know that you are responsible for the indignities which I have borne, I detest you. Speak not of love to me, sir! Do not profane that sacred word. Leave me, sir! Your mission is a fruitless one. You can return to Evil Eye and tell him that the little Texas girl does not fear to remain a captive surrounded by the dogs who follow at his beck and call.” “There is one in this retreat who even now is enduring the torments of a hundred deaths. The young American who interfered in your behalf is in a gloomy vault, surrounded by tarantulas and centipedes. You can well im- agine the horrible fate he must endure. You know as well as I do the deadly effects of these insects—” “No more! Do not torture me with a de- scription of his sufferings. Monster, you know that he is doomed to this death and yet you seem to gloat over it!” Her flashing eyes almost struck terror to the villain’s hardened soul, and he instinctively om
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a SO AA 2 ~ RNR RAL TS FO ION — Evil Eye, King of Cattle Thieves. drew back, while she, like a young lioness, fol- lowed him up, denouncing the craven in the most bitter terms of reproach. “* Again you wrong me,” whined the hypo- crite; ‘‘I would save him also. You love this young American—” “Tdo—I do! I did not know it until now. With my soul I love him! He is so brave—so noble! If you can save him, do so I implore you! See, on my bended knees I implore you to be merciful and spare him from the horri- ble fate you have described to me.” “So you love him? You kneel to me in supplication to spare your American champion? Had he a hundred lives I would kill him by inches because you love him! You love him and that insures his speedy death. Curse him —curse him!” The scoundrel ground his teeth with fury and his face fairly turned blue with the tempes- tuous passion that her words had awakened in his black heart. But, ere she could reply, there came a hasty tramping of feet, and a second later a tall ranchero burst into the hut, and breathlessly exclaimed: “Senor, some one is in the vault with the American, for we can distinctly hear voices. We would have forced the door, only you gave strict orders not to tamper with it. Quick, senor! you have the key and we may capture the intruder.” The arch villain, without a glance at the girl, turned and dashed from the hut, closely followed by the Mexican. “Who is it that has found a way to enter that vault?” he growled as he spedalong. ‘Could it be Sanders? No! for I have the key, and the door is stilllocked. A thousand fiends seize the whelp that has interfered with my plans! His carcass will feed the jackals in the glen. Haste there! We may be too late!” In a very short space of time he had joined the group gathered about the cell door, and in his blind haste he lost a few moments in fitting the huge iron key into the lock, then he flung open the door. When the two men rushed from the hut, Winona ran toward the door. She was alone! The old hag was not visible and the way was clear! She instantly passed out into the walled in- closure and darted into the shadow of another adobe building. Behind ‘this hut she saw an oval opening in the wall and hastily entered. Down, down the tortuous passage she sped, with one thought uppermost in her mind and that was to escape and in some way guide a rescue-party to save her lover. Even asthe scoundrel urged the Mexican, in their pursuit of Jacob and the young lieuten- ant, he had suddenly remembered that he had decamped from the hut on the esplanade with- out leaving any one to look after his fair cap- tive, and had hastily instructed a ferocious looking bandit to hasten to the hut and guard the maiden; but, before he caught sight of Jacob and Powell at the lever moving the rocky barrier, his emissary had returned in hot haste. ““Why do you return?” heshouted. ‘Did I not send you to guard the young girl—what do you mean by disobeying me?” “The girl is not in the hut—she has es- caped!” CHAPTER XI. VILLAIN ARRAYED AGAINST VILLAIN. Ir will be remembered that Harry Powell and his faithful ally, Jacob Slaushorn, made a successful exit from the Vultures’ Roost and emerged into the tangled vegetation of the len. . They ran into the rank shrubbery bending down low, dodging behind every bowlder and tree clump, until they were at a considerable distance from the secret entrance ere the bandits came into view. The Mexicans glanced in all directions and a howl of disappointment arose from the group Se eee eee eee when they failed to see the fugitives. They knew full well that the two men had not had sufficient start to escape from the glen, and consequently were lurking amid the dense foliage thut arose on all sides. At a signal, the bandits separated, and, armed with the stiletto and the inevitable lasso, the cutthroats plunged into the bushes, the hiding-place of their crafty foe. Powell and the German glided from bush to bush un- til they had almost reached the outskirts of a belt of wild cactus and broad-leafed ferns. ‘* Jacob! we will have to separate,” said Harry, in an undertone, to his corpulent friend. “If we remain together we will be retaken. By separating we will divide the bandits and thus increase our chances.” “Yaw, dot ish ver goot, but I von’t leave you—no, sir! Istays right here mit you and fights like ter tuyvel,” stoutly averred Jacob. “My good fellow, listen to me. ‘You es- cape if you can, and make your way to the fort. Tell the commander what you have dis- covered, and bring a rescue party if you can. Go! or it will be too late.” But Jacob remained stubborn. “Tf I goes avay you vill he killed dead,” de- clared the honest fellow. “T will never leave the vicinity until I res- cue that beautiful girl from the bandits’ hands. You can aid me to save her by doing as I ask you. The boys will come over or scout along the river’s bank and ths aid me, should I suc- ceed in saving her and making a dash for the Texas side. Will you do asI ask you?” “Yaw!” answered Jacob, reluctantly. ‘I vill do it but I feel like a sneak to leave you here by dem yallow-face tuyvels. Ach! I didn’t see dot you didn’t had any coat on, and noddings but your bare arms unt chest. Here, take dis jacket unt slip it on.” All the above conversation was held while the two men were dodging here and there amid the dense vegetation and foliage. The yells of the pursuers sounded unpleasantly near as Jacob removed his Mexican jacket and gave it inco the hands of the young officer. “Now, goot-by, lefftenant,” said he, in a voice choking with emotion, and the two men separated. Jacob hurried away, while Powell crept into the tall weeds and began a retrograde move- ment toward the abode of the banditti. A how! of satisfaction soon after arose from the outlaws. Powell arose and peered ferth to ascertain the cause of the joyful shouts. He saw Jacob speeding away toward the outlet of the glen, but almost at the same moment he beheld a Mexican whirl a lasso and the coil went whizzing through the air. The loop set- tled down on Jacob’s shoulders and the power- ful bandit jerked on the lariat. Jacob was burled backward and another outburst of yells greeted the clever piece of work done by the lasso-thrower. Powell closed his eyes and ut- tered a quick cry of anguish. Jacob had risked life and liberty to befriend him and he now saw the poor fellow in the bands of the infa- mous cattle-thieves. Powell leaped to his feet, and, though un- armed, he had just sprung forward to assist bis comrade when another series ef cries caused him to halt and to give vent to1 glad expres- sion of relief. Jacob, after falling to the earth, had severed the lasso with his sharp knife and was again in full flight, leaving the Mexicans in his wake howling like a pack of Indians squaws. Powell watched both the pursued and the pursuers until they disappeared beyond the huge rocks that acted as a portal to the glen. He had scarcely taken a dozen steps toward the cliff when the form of a female suddenly confronted him. She started back with a cry of alarm, but the next moment her eyes rested upon Powell’s face, and, a secend later, Winena was beside the young American and his arm encircled her waist. ‘*My darling!” he murmured. She started from him. s 9 “Pray excuse me,” said he,” ‘but I could not check the words that arose to my lips. Since our first meeting I have done nothing but think of you—dream of you—love you!” His tongue would say it. She noticed his excited manner, and raised her finger in a warning motion, “Do not speak of love now. Do you know that we are in terrible peril? I have escaped from that den, but I will be pursued. Even as we stand here our enemies are gaining time.” “True, but speak one word of hope to me. I do not regret what I have undergone if | have proven my worthiness of your love.” “Tecan truthfully speak the words you long to hear, because I do love you, Harry Powell. It is not a love that springs forth inaday. I saw you first at Fort Duncan, when in com- pany with my father I visited that military post. I then treated it as the romantic passion of aschool-girl, for you had not even bowed to me then. Our next meeting was but a short time ago, when you nobly rescued me from the ruffians who had taken me from home. I love you because you are noble and good and brave.” “‘ And I love you because you are worthy of any man’s affections; a noble little woman,” protested Harry, warmly, and his lips touched hers in a sacred kiss. But what a strange place and what a strange time for love-making, the reader will exclaim! Surrounded by foes, and in the very center of the robbers’ domain; but love is ever the same— knowing no time nor place for its expression :— all places are alike to it. For a few moments the young couple stood amid the the wild vines, oblivious to the sur- roundings. Suddenly the vegetation swayed violently, and then a person dashed forward. Winona repressed the cry of fear that arose to her lips, as she beheld the countenance of the man. It was Rafael Sanders! “So, so! The love-making is at an end,” sneered the renegade. ‘‘Proud to meet you, Miss Walters, and happy to meet you, also, Harry Powell!” : As the villain spoke he presented a brace of revolvers at Powell’s head, at the same time uttering a fierce whoop. The dusky faces of Mexicans appeared amid the tall weeds, and in a trice the young couple were hemmed in by the circle of ban- dits. Powell felt the lithe form of her whom he had learned to love so devotedly, tremble and creep nearer to him for protection. It was madness to resist and endanger the life of the maiden. The cattle-thieves would not hesitate a moment to destroy both. Powell was unarmed and could offer but a slight resistance to the brutal Mexicans who now surrounded him, ‘Bind him!” commanded Sanders. “If he dares to resist shoot him down like a cur. Now, Mister Harry Powell, the tables are turned at last. We are on Mexican soil and I have youin my grasp. As for you, Winona Walters—you are in my care, and when you become mine I will cease to persecute you. Mine you are to be and no power shall take you from me.” A form appreached. Like a bird of evil omen came the tall figure of the bandit leader. The King of the Thieves arrived upon the scene in time to hear the concluding words of San- ders. A contemptuous smile arose to the lips of the Mexican bandit and kis unnatural ey> seemed to reflect the blood-red rays of the se\ ting sun, but a malignant look rested upon hi. . swarthy features as he bent a peculiar glance ,upon the young couple. ‘* So, you thought to escape me, did you, my bold American? And you, Winona—sought to leave the Vultures’ Roost? Ha! ha! ha!” Evil Eye’s laughter sent a chill to the very soul of the beautiful girl. ‘Yes, captain, I captured them both,” in- terposed Sanders, in a triumphant tone, “ You can take the American and [ will look after
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- Bandits’ Roost. at once, 10 the young lady. We two are old acquain- tances, and I wi.] see to her safety.” “You need not trouble yourself,” replied Evil Eye ina meaning manner. ‘The lady is to become my wife and I'll look after her per- sonally.” Sanders smothered the oath that arose to his lips. CHAPTER XII. A HUMAN TORCH. SANDERS felt as if a knife had suddenly been thru:t into the heart. He could scarcely be- lieve that his ears had heard aright. Hs had been raised to the highest pinnacle of hope when first he beheld Winona Walters, for he felt certain he would have ths lovely girl in hs power. But, his hopes were dashed by the words of the powerful outlaw. In the brief space that followed this declara- tion Sanders allowed his imagination to run wild, and his th ughts and plans came rapidly as he stood regarding Evil Eye. ‘So he wants her! I bave a rival in the per- son of this Mexican bandit! Am I to lose her? Shall I allow him to take her from me? Nol! Tl show him a trick worth two of that. Ill bide my time, and cheat him. If it comes to the worst ll kill bim!” Sanders thus revolved his plans mentally and he gritted his teeth as he concluded his medi- tation. ; Evil Eye scarcely noticed the deserter, but issued a few orders in Spanish to his wild fol- lowers. Several of them conveyed Powell to- ward the base of the cliff. Evil Eye then placed Winona in the caro of two of his mo-t trusty men and she was also taken toward the The Mexican brigand and the new member of the league were thus left alone. “Sanders,” said the bandit in a firm voice, ‘“‘if you ever bad any idea of making that girl yours you had better banish the tought I have set my heart upon making her my wile, in order to gain the large estate and cattle ranch owned by her father. I don’t propose to bave you stand in my way. My word is law here; and remember, you are ex- pected to obey. Dare to cross me in my pur- pose aud I'll retaliate without a momen?’s bes. itation. You fully understand the situation; do you not?” ‘*T understand, captain! I had no idea that you held aprior cliim, and I withdraw mine. I would not stand in your way fora moment.” The wretch fairly quivered with rage as he spoke but he artfully masked his chagrin and betrayed no siyn of the intense hate that ran- kled in his heart. ‘‘This is my reward,” he said to himself, ‘“‘this is my recompense for aiding him in the raids, and giving him valuable information, and often delaying my detachment in order to give him time to reach the Rio Grande. This is my reward for deserting to this side! Curse him; Ill bide my time and repay him for his threats and insults.” Evil Eye turned upon his heel and walked slowiy toward the secret entrance at the foot of the cliff. Sanders followed very much like a whipped cur. He muttered to himself as he walked along, and once or twice his hand rest- ed upon the hilt of bis dagger as if be was about to leap upon the unsuspecting villain and dispatch him. At the foot of the cliff Evil Eye paused and again faced Sanders. ‘“ After seeing to the safety of. my prisoners I will have the roost for a short time. I must attend to the division of the cattle brought over from Texas on our last excursion, If I am not present I +m sure that Cortinas will try to chisel me out of a big share of the plunder. Its dog eat dog with men in our line of business and I attend to this plunder in person, . The cattle are upon his lands by this time. I will send you in command of the expedition that leaves to-night for the Texas side of the river. Several scouts have returned and bring infor- mation of herds easily run off. You will com- Evil Eye, King of Cattle Thieves. mand the detachment detailed for that pur- se,” Sanders listened attentively to the Mexican, and finally replied: “Captain, why not allow me to guard the prisoners? I hate the American, and want to see him die a death of tortures. Grant me one wish, let it be my band that will inflict the death blow upon him.” Again was the wretch doomed to a bitter disappointment, for Evil Eye shook bis head, and cut short the deserter’s appeal by saying in an impatient manner: ‘‘ That is impossible; no hand but mine will send the American out of this world. I have reserved him to gratify a personal revenge. He loves the girl and she loves him in return. She shall witness how I dispose of a bated rival, and then, willingly or unwillingly, she becomes the bride of the King of the Cattle Thieves,” The bandit’s words eat into the very soul of the craven, who longed to vent his hatred upon the young lieutenant. He had not dreamed that Evil Eye would refuse him the office of executioner, and the Mexican’s reply burned into his heart as if the words were of the dead- liest venom. “He even refuses me the pleasure of de- stroying my sworn enemy. This is ungrate- fulness indeed,” he said menta,ly, ‘‘ but I’ll be even with him.” Then he exclaimed aloud: ‘When do I start out on the expedition across the Rio Grande?’ “Tn less than an hour. The men will be ready by the time the sun kas disappeared be- yond those hills. Prepare yourself fur the raid. Remember you share one balf of the profits among you and your men. Follow me and I will give you further instructions and describe the locality you are to visit.” Evil Eye passed into the aperture in the base of the mountain of granite, closely followed by Sanders, They ascended the winding passage until they reached the plaza on the level surface of the cliff. The Mexican outlaw led the way into one of the huts built within the inclosure, and seated himself upon a saddle, He drew forth a small map and explained the “lay of the land” to the ruffian seated before him. While the two villains arc thus occupied we will follow our hero and his fair compsnion whom we last saw in the care of Evil Eye’s Mexicans, Leaving the two rascals, both dis- trustful of one another, both cordially hating each other, to their plans for a raid into the border counties, we will glance within a small rocky chamber below the surfuce of the cliff. Powell, guarded by several scowling rancheros, lay upon a mass of blankets, unable to move hand or foot. Winona occupied another corner of the gloomy apartment, but the bandits had not secured her hands. A small table stood in the center of the room and an oil Jamp cast a sickly glare upon the occupants and their keepers. As the outlaw chief had given no instruction regarding the fate of the young couple, the Mexic:ns merely placed them in the strong room, guarding the only door and waiting the coming of their master. They never once relaxed their vigilance and they pre- vented the young people from holding conver- sation with one another. But their eyes con- veyed the intelligence that words would have done had they been perm 'tted to speak. Wi- nona read the language of love expressed in the gaze cf her lover, and he in turn understood every glance of her beautiful eyes. A heavy foottall aroused them from this semi-reverie. Toe forbidding countenance of the outlaw chief appeared in the narrow doorway, and he slowly aj:proached his prisoner. ‘‘ When I secured you in the vault, and left you to the tarantulas, I thougbt that no power could save you from the doom iu store for you, but it seems that, aided by an outside accom- plice, you baffled me, and my plan was thwarted. You sought to escape, but failed. You are in the meshes, and I will not trust to 2S LR TSE SET AP Sr SN SSIS SSS anyone the fate I have marked out fur you. No! I will attend to it personally. Pvepare fur the most excruciating terments t'iat you can pic- ture to yourself, for such will b» your coom!” Winona arose and quickly appreached the outlaw. She cast berself at his teet, and while the tears streamed down upon her cieeks, she prayed for the life of the man who hid won her heart’s first and only love. ‘* Kneel not to that monster!” cried Powell. ‘ Arise, Winona; plead not for me. Let him do his worst, and then let him beware of the day of reckoning.” Evil Eye glared upon the young man, and turned to the pleading maiden. “Cease your prayers for mercy, He dies. Every werd and ation reveals the love you bear him, and only inflames my anger a ‘hou- sand fold, You love this man a:d I hate him forit. Much as I love gold, vo amount could induce me to forego my vengeance - and such a vengeance!” The bandit chuckled as he uttered the word, and in an abstracted manner be removed the pistols from his belt, and piaced them upon the table, then, as he tightened the broad Jeather belt, be continued: “T have spared him from the fury of Ra- fael Sanders, who begged me to be allowed a chance to1etaliate for former ir juries rec: ived at the hands of yonder American, but I c uld not rob myself of the infinite pleasure of de- stroying him personally.” ‘“Wretch! cease your bombastic talk. I can die but once. Ihave the extreme pl asure of knowing that I have made several vucai cies in your robber league, and that is some conso- lation, at any rate. I can die much easier knowing this,” said Powell, in a taunting man- ner. While he was thus occupying the bandit’s at- tention, Winona drew nearer to the tet le, and in one quick movement, she bad secured the brace ot pistols and concealed them within the folds of her dress. The movement escaped the lynx-eyed Mexicans at the door, and Evil Eye was in such a fit of blind fury that be tail d to notice the absence of bis weapuns, nor did he even miss them from his belt. The words of the youth made him oblivious to avght else but his rabid desire for speedy vengeance. He turned to the low-browed ruffians at the door, and spoke a few wordsin Spanish. Two of the number came forward and roughly grasped the young man and bore him toward the door. ‘“‘Take him to the verge of the cliff. Call all the members of the league. Ili treat them to the greatest sight they bave ever witnessed. You can follow and behold the awful fate of your lover,” said he, turning to Winona. The maiden clasped the weapcns in a firm hand and followed after the group. Once upon the plateau the entire party passed out upon the ledge beyond the walls. A heavy upright beam stood upon the verge of the cliff. The lower end was insbedded in the bowlders and gravel form ng the surtace of the elevated mass of rock. “Perbaps it wiil be better to explain the meaning of this,” remarked Evil Ey<, ) ointing to the beam. ‘In the days ot the Roman em- peror, Nero, the early Christians were tied to the upper part of a tall post, and then, sur- rounded by inflammable matter, a torch was applied, and the victim burned while thus se- cured. Nero called them his human torches, and they served to light his gardens. | will also have a buman torch to serve as a signal from this cliff. Bind the American to the post and bring forth a torch and combustible matier. I will revive the s: orts of Nero.” Again Winona kneit at the feet of the outlaw. CHAPTER XIII. THE LAST SWOOP OF THE VULTURES Wuen Bryan Walters revived from the blow dealt him by the brutal Mexican outlaw, he summoned the frightened attaches of bis ranch, tia
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bien | Evil Eye, King of Cattle Thieves. and mounting the only horse which the raiders had overlooked, he rode toward Fort Duncan. The bandits had over an hour’s start, and the grief-stricken father urged the steed post haste to the military barracks to report the dastardly outrage. When he reached the fort he found the com- mander of the post in a high state of excite- ment, and the cavalry company preparing for a reconnoiter in the vicinity. Scouts had brought news of an cxciting nature; several bad seen a detachment of Mexicans cross the river and en- ter Texan territory. The officer in command of the fort felt uneasy regarding the fate of the young lieutenant who had ventured into the interior of Chibuahua. He greeted Bryan Walters kindly and listened to the details of the attack and abduction. A frown settled upon his bronzed features and he brought his clenched fist down upon the camp-table in an emphatic manner. “Tr the Government will only allow me to cross the river in pursuit of these brigands Vl warrant they won’t repeat their raid in a hur- ry. That is just what makes them so bold. They know that we can’t violate their terri- tory by pursuing them on Mexican soil. Our Government is too squeamish about the matter; these dastardly Greasers fully believe that we Americans are afraid of them! They laugh at you when you tell them how General Scott whipped them; they don’t beliove it was a defeat. Heaven help them if ever war is de- clared between that infernal land and the States! The Texans have suffered so much that I fully believe the Lone Star State would furnish all the volunteers for such a war.” Bryan Walters coincided with the officer and then mentioned Don Costa’s share in the out- rage. ‘*T can scarcely believe it,” responded the officer. “I have met him here frequently, and he was so polite and so gentlemanly that I rather Jiked him. Now that you mention it, I do see a striking resemblance between the Don and that infamous ruffian, Evil Eye. I can see all the features; but that infernal optic, that’s what puzzles me.” “It is very, very strange; they are either twin brothers or it is a remarkable resem- blance,” declared Walters; “ but, colonel, what’s to be done? my child is in the hands of that demon and he bas doubtless borne her away to bis retreat in the mountains;—what’s to be done?’ “Vlluse my judgment in this case, Mr. Wal- ter’s. Your daughter will be restored to you or I'll hang every dog of a Mexican that was concerned inthe matter. Neutrality be hanged! I'll give them some cold steel and bullets, and if Congress finds fault Ill resign from the army. I won’t sit bere and permit these out- rages on American soil any longer—Ill be hanged if I do!” The American cfficer arose and issued a few orders to a young person standing near the colonel’s quarters. Shortly aiter the cavalry- men darted hither and thither, evidently pre- paring for an earlier start than anticipated by the garrison. While the men are thus engaged we will | follow the fortunes of Jacob Slaushorn, whom we last saw dashing away from the glen with a pack of howling Mexicans ia full pursuit. Jacob was quite stout and short-winded, consequently he labored and puffed like an old steamboat struggling against the tide. ‘““Now and then he cast hurried glances over his shoulders and to his great joy he saw that be was actually distancing the ban- dits. Several hundred yards further on he dashed headlong into a dense chaparral and he glided into tie damp vegetation in a zig-zag course. Thanks to the increasing gloom he eluded the ruffians that sought in vain for him among the Lushes. While they beat the bushes and thrust aside the huge leaves, Jacob was swiltly creeping away from his enemies. Foiled and crestfallen, the chattering Mexi- eans returned toward.the Vultures’ Roost while the corpulent German continued on his hasty journey to Fort Duncan, skulking in the chaparral but ever proceeding onward, While Jacob is proceeding toward the Rio Grande we will take a hasty glance at the de- tachment of ‘‘ Vultures” led on by Rafael Sanders, who were now en route for the Texay side of the river. The raiders were all well armed and pre- pared in various ways for the perilous ex- pedition into the river counties. ‘Sanders had ridden several miles when, feigning to have misunderstood important orders, he ordered the men under his command to proceed about five miles further and there wait until he over- took them. He then took the back trail and ever and anon the devilish gleam that came into his eyes told that his reveries afforded him intense satisfaction. He kept lis mustang traveling rapidly, and soon neared the pre- cincts of the Roost on the cliff. Having thus shifted our characters into new positions, we will ask the reader to again look upon the plateau beyond the walls of Evil Eye’s citadel, where the brutal outlaw has pre- pared for the speedy execution of Harry Pow- ell. When Winona arose from the spot where she had cast herself down to plead for Powell’s life, two brutal Mexicans seized the young girl and prevented her from rushing toward her lover. The merciless ruffians grinned at her efforts to shake off their grasp. She had taken the precaution to conceal the revolvers in the pockets of her dress, therefore the weapons escaped the notice of the wretches who grasped and held her. In a very few moments the youth had been rudely seized, and while a bandit placed an old chest close to the stake the ruffians bearing Powell were thus enabled to place the young man at the top of the stake and secure him by means of lariats. A mass of dry moss and straw was fastened about the youth from his waist down to his ankles. As soon as this was completed Evil Eye seized a blazing torch and approached tbe stake. ‘Your hour has arrived? Look your last upon Winona Walters, aud as the flames encir- cle your body I'll bear her away to become mine.” “Farewell, Winona! With my last breath I still whisper words of love to you and bless you.” Evil Eye dashed forward and had almost touched the combustible matter with the torch when Winona uttered a piercing shriek and flung aside the two ruffians that held her. One quick movement and she had secured the long knife from the belt of the nearest ranchero, and before Evil Eye was aware of her intentions she had leaped upon the chest and severed the lariats binding the hands of her Jover and placed the knife in his grasp. Evil Eye uttered a shriek of baffled rage as he saw the act, and thrust the torch forward. Even while his arm was thus extended Wino- na’s hands sougbt her dress pocket and the re- volvers flashed into view; a quick puff, fol- lowed by a sharp explosion, rent the air, and Evil Eye’s arm fell to his side, shattered by a bullet. He dropped the torch and a blood- curdling yell broke from his lips. Powell had made good use of his time, for while the young girl] faced the horde of ruffians Harry quickly severed the remaining thongs and leaped down upon the chest. In amoment he was beside Winona and taking one of the pistols from her hand he pulled the triggers rapidly. A bandit fell before each shot and the young couple fought their way to the open- ing in the wall. Winona had barely passed through the gate when a pair of arms were thrown about her and she was borne away through the dark passage leading into the glen. Powell was fighting his way slowly toward this same exit, covering Winona’s escape. He failed to notice the person who suddenly seized the girl and bore her away. It was Rafael Sanders. He placed his coarse hand over her ad lips to prevent an outcry, and he dashed away through the gloomy tunnel. Evil Eye and his furious Mexicans followed after Powell and the echo of fire-arms rever- berated through the tunnel and tne hoarse shouts of the bandits resounded from all quar- ters. Sanders reached the glen where his mustang was waiting his return. ‘Not a word or [ll kill you!” growled the scoundrel, as he rushed onward. He mounted his horse and placed the young girl before him. He sunk the spurs into the flanks of the mustang and dashed away. Just as he sped away Evil Eye and a dozen of his followers came into view. Villain!” shrieked the bandit chief; ‘you seek to carry her off from me. Ho! there, every one of you! mount your steeds! A thousand dollars to each man that helps to re- capture tbat traitor. Let the American go! Speed away after that imp ol the devil and overtake him. Ho! horses! horses!” In an incredibly short space of time the horses were at hand and each ranchero in the saddle, Evil Eye led the chase, urging the scream- ing Mexicans to redoule their efforts. San- ders saw that the bandit chief and his followers were gaining upon him, and that his only es- cape would be to plunge into the chaparral and thus evade his pursuers. He leaped from his mustang and attempted to take Winona from her position on the sad- dle. That movement was the list hostile act in Sanders’s career, for a rifle cracked from the neighboring foliage and Sanders fell heavily to the earth with an ounce of lead in his brain. , ““Dot’s der kind of a mans vot Iam!’ cried a well-known voice, and the portly figure of — Jacob Slaushorn arose from the bushes, fol- lowed by a full-score of armed men attired in Mexican habiliments. One form from among the group forced a glad cry from Winouna’s lips and the next moment she was clasped to her father’s bosom! But, even as father and daughter embraced each other, there came the trampling of men and horses and forms were seen close at band. It was Evil Eye and his raiders. ‘Back to your ambush!” cried the one in command of the disguised men, whom we will at once recognize as the colonel commanding Fort Duncan and a squad of his cavalrymen. As the Americans sunk down bebind the thick bushes Evil Eye and his outlaws dashed into view. A sheet of flame leaped out from the tangled vines and a rattling ecbo of fire arms startled the approaching bandits. Simultaneously with the crack of the rifles full one-half of the bandits fell from their horses, and the riderless mustangs plunged about, adding tu the con- fusion. Evil Eye turned his steed and sought to escape from the trep. Atthe very moment that be wheeled his horse a mounted person dashed beside the terror-stricken outlaw and blazed away at the ruffien, who fairly leaped head-first from the animal he bestrode, and fell motionless to the earth. Another volley from the ambuscade sent a shower of bullets into the remaining rancheros, A wild yell broke trom the swarthy Mexicans and away fled the terrible Vultures of the Rio Grande, in the wildest disorder. They urged © their horses away in a Irenzied manner to es- cape the hidden foe. It was Harry Powell who had arrived at the opportune moment to prevent the escape of Evil Eye and rid the Texans of tke greatest | scourge that ever infested the bo: der. Powell was soon beside Winona and the young couple greeted each other with undis- guised tokens of love. Then came the cordial greetings of the Colonel of the Fourth Cavalry and the ‘‘ Mexicanized ” members of bis com- pany. Then Jacob stepped forward and wrung Powell’s hand in a paroxysm of unbounded joy. “There lies the notorious outlaw,” said Bryan Walters. ‘‘ Now, gentlemen, see for
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tet iataciieen tnaeeeeete een rn a — — ' / / 12 Sad EE yourselves the resemblance between Don Costa and Evil Eye.” The group approached the dead bandit and a ery of astonishment came from each beholder. In the fall from the saddle of his steed Evil Eye had displaced that awful optic that had won for him the name that made him famous —or rather infamous. Jt was of glass. The artificial eye lay close beside his repul- sive features, broken into fragments. ‘his was the outlaw’s disguise. Having lost an eye the wily rascal saw an opportunity to im- prove the calamity by wearing one intended for a disguise, while another eye, matching the remaining one, was worn while represent- ing Don Costa. By using a dark substance upon his face and a wig of dark coarse hair, he ‘succeeded wonderfully in making Evil Eye and Don Costa twodistinct characters, although the likeness caused much speculation and won- der. The peculiar whitish eye baffled all ro- cognition when Don Costa was compared with the bandit. As for the expedition of the Fourth Cavalry, it was kept a profound secret, in order that no complications might arise from violation of territory. Suffice it to say that the Texans were not -subject to any great annoyance from the re- et } mainder of the Vultures, They had received a wholesome lesson and Yankee bullets to impress it upon the survivors and their friends. Corti- nas lost his right bower when Evil Eye fell, and for a time the cattle-thieves were wary of the ‘‘ boys in blue.” A few words will complete our story. The officers and men of Fort Duncan are preparing to attend the nuptial ceremony that will make Harry Powell and Winona Walters man and wife. Perbaps it will please our readers to know that Jacob Slaushorn is to be the “ best man” on that occasion. Should any of our readers chance to visit the military post, just ask Jacob about Evil Eye, and the corpulent German will tell you how he killed the bandit himself! “« Because I ish a deat shot unt Ialvays hits der bull’s-eye. Dot’s der kind of a mans vot I am!” THE END. 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Are Lawyers a Bene- fit or a rse to So: ciety? V.—QUOTATIONS AND PHRASES, Latin,
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32 Large Thréee-Column Pages, 1.4 Hard Crowd ; or, GEnTLEMAN Sam’s Sister. By Philip S. Warne. 2. The Dare-Devil; or, THz Wincrep Wircn or THe Sea. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 3. Kit Carson, Jr., THE Crack SHOT oF tHE West. By Buckskin Sam, 4. The Kidnapper; or, THe Great SHANGHAI or THE NortHwest. By Philip S. Warne. 5. The Fire-Fiends; or, HERCULES, THE Huncuspack, By A. P. Morris. 6. Wildcat Bob, THe Boss Brvrser ; or, THE BorDER BLoopHouNDS. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 7. Death-Notch, THE Destroyer; OR, Tue Spirit 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, THe FREencH PoLice Spy. Written by himself. 11. Midshipman Easy. By Capt. Mar- ryat. 12. The Neath-Shot; or, TRACKED TO Deatu. By Capt. Mayne Reid. 13. Pathaway; 0, Nick WHIFFLES, THE Op Trapper or THe NortHwest. By Robinson, 14. Thayendanegea, THE Scourcz ; or, THe WAr-EAGLE OF THE MonAwks. Ned Buntline. 15. 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« Oca dwood Dick, THE PRINCE oF THE RoaD. By Wdward L. Wheeler. 2 Wellowstone Jack. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 3 Kansas King; or, THe Rep Riaur Hanp. By Buffalo Bill (Hon. Wm. F. Cody). 4 The Wild-Horse Hunters. By Captain Mayne Reid and Captain Frederick Whittaker. § Vagabond Joe, THE YounG WANDERING JEW; or, PLorrinc For A Lecacy. By Oll Coomes. 8 Bill Biddon, Trapper. By E.S. Ellis. 4 Whe Flying Yankee; or, THE OcEAN OuT- cast. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 8 Seth Jones. By Edward §, Ellis. 9 Adventures of Baron Munchausen. 1@ Nat Todd. By E.S. Ellis. tl The Two Detectives; or, Tae Fortunes or A Bowery Grru. By Albert W. Aiken. 12 Gulliver’s Travels. By. Dean Swift. 13 The Dumb Spy. By Oll Coomes. {4 Aladdin; or, THe Wonpverrut Lamp. 15 “he Sea-Cat. By Captain Fred. Whittaker. “6 Ikopinsun Crusoe, (27 Illustrations.) 1 Matph Roy, tHe Boy Buccaneer; or, Tur Wvertive Yacut. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 8 Sindbad the Sailor. His Seven Voyages. 9 The Phantom Spy. By Buffalo Bill. 20 The Double Daggers}; or, DeEapwoop Urck’s DEFIANCE. By Etward L. eeler. 21 Whe Frontier Angel. By Edward §. Ellis. 22 Whe Sea Serpent; or, Taz Boy Rosson UORUSOE. By Juan Lewis. 23 Nick o° the Night; or, Tas Boy Spy or '76. T. C. Harbaugh. 24 Diamond Dirk. By Colonel P. Ingraham. 25 The mor Onptats. By Roger Starbuck. 26 Oloven Hoof, rue Burrato Demon; or, THE Borper Vouitures. Ry Edward L. Wheeler. 27 Antelope Abe, THe Boy Guipz. Oll Coomes, 28 Buffalo Ben, THE PRINCE or THE PISTOL; or, Dkapwoop Dick In Diseuise. E. L. Wheeler. 29 The Dumb Page. By Capt. F. Whittaker. 80 Roaring Ralph Rockwood, THE REcK- Luss RANGER. By Harry St. George. 81 Keen-Knife, Prince or THe Prairies. By Coomes. 82 Bob Woolf, THz Borper RvrriAn; or, THE Girt Deap-Snot. By Edward L. Wheeler. 383 The Ocean Bloodhound; or, Tar Rep TES OF THE CARIBBEES. By §. W. Pierce. 84 Orégon Sol; or, Nick Wurrr.zs’ Boy Spy. By Capt. J. F. ¢. Adams. 85 Wild Ivan, THe Boy Ciaupe DovaL; or, THE BrorHerHoop or DeatH. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 86 The Boy Clown. By Frank S. Finn. %7 The Hidden Lodge. By T. C. Harbaugh. 88 Ned Wylde, THe Boy Scour. By Texas Jack. $9 Death-Face, THE Derective; or, Lire AND Love 1x New York. By Edward L. Wheeier. AU Boving Hen. A Sroryvor 4 YounG AMERI- AN Wo WANTED TO SEE THE WorRLD. Marshall. 41 Lasso Jack. By Oll Coomes. 42 The Phantom Miner; or, Dzapwoop Diox’s Bonanza. By Edward L. Wheeler. 48 Dick Darling, THE Pony Express RIDER. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. 44 Rattling Rube. By Harry St. George. 45 Old Avalanche, THE GREAT ANNIHILATOR; or, WILD EDNA, THE Gru BrRIGAND. K. L. Wheeler. 46 Glass Eye, THe Great SHOT oF THE WEST. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 47 Nightingale Nat. By T. C. Harbaugh. 48 Black John, rue RoapD-AGEnrT; or, THE OvtT- Laws’ Retreat. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 49 Omaha Oll, THE Maskep TERROR: or, DEAD- woop DIcK IN Danaer. By Edward L. Wheeler. 60 Burt Bunker, rue Trapper. C. E. Lasalle. 51 The Boy Rifles. By Archie C. Irons. 52 The White Buffalo. By C. E. Lasalle. 53 Jim Bludsoe, Jr., THe Boy PHENIX; or, TuHrovuaGH TO DeatH. By Edward L. Wheeler. 54 Ned Mazel, THe Boy Trapper; or, THE PHAN- tom Princess. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 65 Deadly - Eye, THz UNKNOWN Scour; or, THE BRANDED BRoTHERHOOD. By Buffalo Bill. 66 Nick Whifiles’ Pet. Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 567 Deadwood Dick’s Eagles; or, Taz Parps oF Fioop Bar. By Edward L. Wheeler. 58 Whe Border King. By Oll Coomes. 59 Old Hickory. By Harry St. George. 60 The White Indian. Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 61 Buckhorn Bill; or, Tat Rep Rete Team. By Edward’ L. Wheeler. 2 The Shadow Ship. By Col, P. Ingraham. 18 The Red Brotherhood. W. J. Hamilton. 64 Dandy Jack. By T. C. Harbaugh. 65 Hurricane Bill, By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 66 Single Hand. By W. J. Hamilton. 67 Patent-leather Joe. By Philip 8. Warne. 68 Border Robin Hood. By Buffalo Bill. 69 Gold Rifle, THe SHARPSHOOTER; or, THE Boy DETECTIVE OF THE BLACK RANCH. by Wheeler. 70 Old Zip’s Cabin; or, Tot GREENHORN IN THe Woops. By J. F. C. Adams. 71 Delaware Dick. By Oll Coomes. 72 Mad Tom Western, THE TExaN RANGER; or, Tak QveaNn oF THE PRatnm. By Hamilton, rr ee a ——§| BEADLE’S 73 Deadwood Dick on Deck; or, CaLamity JANE, THE HEROINE oF WHOopP-UP.' By Wheeler. 74 Hawk-eye Harry. By Oll Coomes, 75 The Boy Duelist; or, Tae Cruise or THE Sea-WotFr. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 76 Abe Colt, THE Crow-KiL1LER; or, THe Great Fientina MAN or THE West. By A. W. Aiken. 77 Corduroy Charlie, THe Boy Bravo; or, Deapwoop Dicx’s Last Act. By E. L. Wheeler. 78 Blue Dick. By Captain Mayne Reid. 79 Sol Ginger, Giant Trapper. By A.W. Aiken. 80 Rosebud Rob; or, Nuacaer Nep, rue Knieut oF THE GuLcH. By Edward L. Wheeler. 81 Lightning Jo. By Captain J. Fr. C, Adams. 82 Kit Haretoot, roe Woop-Hawk; or, OLp PowbDER-F'AacE AND His Demons. By Harbaugh. 83 Rollo, the Boy Ranger. By Oll Coomes. 84 Idyi, the Girl Miner; or, Roszsup Ros on Hanp. By Edward L. Wheeler. 85 Buck Buckram; or, Bess, THE FEMALE Trapper. By Captain J. F. C. Adams. 86 Dandy Rock. By G. Waldo Browne. 87 The Land Pirates. By Capt. Mayne Reid. 88 Photograph Phil, tHe Boy S.LevtTH; or, Rosreup Ros’s REAPPEARANCE. By E. L. Wheeler. 89 Island Jim. By Bracebridge Hemyng. 90 The Dread Rider. By G. Waldo Browne. 91 The Captain of the Club; or, THE Youne Riva ATHLETES. By Bracebridge Hemyng. 92 Canada Chet3 or, OLD ANACONDA iN SITTING Buiu’s Camp. By Edward L. Wheeler. 93 The Boy Miners. By Edward §&. Ellis, 94 Midnight Jack, rae Roap-Aaent; Tse Boy Trapper. By T. C. Harbaugh. 95 The Rival Rovers.’ Lieut. Col. Hazeltine. 96 Watch-Eye, THE SHADOW; or, ARABS AND ANGELS OF A GREAT City. By E. L. Wheeler. 97 Whe Outlaw Brothers. By J. J. Marshall. 98 Robin Hood, THE OUTLAWED Hart; or, THE Merry MEN or GREENWOOD. Prof. Gildersleeve. 99 The Tiger of ‘Taos; or, Wry Karr, Danny Rock’s ANGEL. By George Waldo Browne. 100 Deadwood Dick in Leadville; or, A STRANGE STROKE FoR Liperty. By Wheeler. 101 Jack Harkaway in New York, By Bracebridge Hemyng. 102 Dick Dead-Eye, THE Boy SmuaGcter; or, THE CRUISE OF THE VIXEN. By Col. Ingraham. 103 The Lion of the Sea. By Col. Delle Sara. 104 Deadwood Dick’s Device; or, Tue Sian oF THE DouBLE Cross, By E. ‘i Wheeler. 105 Old Rube, THe Hunter. Capt. H. Holmes. 106 Old Frosty, THe Guivz. By T.C. Harbaugh. 107 One-Eyed Sim. By James L. Bowen. 108 Daring Davy, THE Youne BeAR-KILLER; or, THE TRAIL OF THE BoRDER WoLF. H. St. George. 109 Deadwood Dick as Detective. By Edward L. Wheeler. 110 The Black Steed of the Prairies. A Thrilling Story of Texan Adventure. By Bowen, 111 The Sea-Devil. By Col. P. Ingraham. 112 The Mad Hunter. By Burton Saxe. 113 Jack Hoyle, tax Youna Specunator; or, THE Roap To Fortunrt. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 114 The Black Schooner. Roger Starbuck. 115 The Mad Miner; or, Danny Rocr’s Doom. By George Waldo Browne. 116 The Hussar Captain; or, Toe Hermit or Hewi-Gate. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. Gilt-Edged Dick, THE Sport DETECTIVE; or, THE AD-AGENT’S DavuGHTER. Wheeler. Will Somers, rue Boy Dersctive. Morris. alee nag Sam, THE KING OF THE PLAINS. By Jos. BE. Badger, Jr. The Branded Hand. By Frank Dumont. Cinnamon Chip, THe Grr. Sport; or, THE GOLDEN Ino. or Mr. Rosa. Ed. L. Wheeler. Phil Mardy, Tux Boss Boy; or, THe Mys- TERY OF THE STRONGBOW. By Charles Morris. Kiowa _ Charley, THE WHITE MUSTANGER. By T. C. Harbaugh. Tippy, THE Texan. By George Gleason. Bonanza Bill, Miner. By Ed. L. Wheeler. Picayune Pete; or, Nicopremus, rHe Doa DetectrvE. By Charles Morris. Wild-Fire, Boss orrne Roap. By Dumont. The Young Privateer. By H. Cavendish. Deadwood Dick’s Double; or, THe Guost or Gorcon’s GuicH. Ed. L. eeler. Detective Dick, By Charles Morris. The Golden Hand}; or, Danpy Rock To THE Rescue. By George W. Browne. The Hunted Hunter, By Ed.S. Ellis. Boss Bob, tHe Kine or THE BooTsuacks: or, THE PAWNBROKER’s Pitot. Ed. L. Wheeler. Sure Shot Seth, THe Boy RIFLEMAN; or THE YounG Patriots oF THE NorTH. By Oll Coomes. Captain Paul, THe Kentucky MoonsHIner; er, Rae Boy Spy or THe Mountamss. By Glark, or, 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 136 | LIBRARY. | ee EEEOEOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEOEOEOEOEOEeee 136 Night-Hawk Kit, 137 Whe Helpless Hand. Capt. Mayne Reid. 138 Blonde Bill; or, DeEapwoop Dick’s Homs Base. By Edward L. Wheeler, 139 Judge Lynch, Jr. By T. C. Harbaugh. 140 Blue Blazes; or, THe Break o’ Day Boys oF Rooxy Bar. By Frank Dumont. Solid Sam, THE Boy Roap-Acxnr; or, fH» BRANDED Brows. By Edward L. Wheeler. 142 Handsome Wiarry, THE BoorsLack Dr TECTIVE. By Charles Morris. Scar-Face Saul. By Oll Coomes. Dainty Lance, THe Boy Sport; or, THe BaNK-BREAKERS’ Decoy Duck. J. E. Badger. Captain Ferret, rae New York Derec- TIVE; or, Boss Bon’s Boss Jos. By Wheeler. Silver Star, THe Boy Knieur. A Prairie Romance. By Oll Coomes. Will Wildfire, THe THOKOUGABRED; or, THe WinninG Hanp. By Charles Morris. Sharp Samy or, THE ADVENTURES OF A FRIENDLESS Boy. By J. Alexander Patten. A Game of Goldj or, DeEApwoop Dick's Bie Strike. By Edward L. Wheeler. Lance and Lasso, By Capt. F.Whittaker Panther Paul, THe Prairie Prrare; or, Dainty LANCE To THE Rescunr. J. E. Badger, Black Bess, Wit Wivprire’s Racmr; or, WinninG AGarnsT Opps. By Charles Morris. Eagle Kit, rue Boy Demon, By Oll Coomes. The Swerd Hunters. By F. Whittaker. Gold Trigger, Tur Sport. T. 0. Harbaugh. Deadwood Dick of Deadwood} or, Tue Pickrep Parry. By Edward L. Wheeler. Mike Merry, tHe Harsor Pouice Boy; or, THE NieHTt-HAWKS OF PHILADELPHIA, Morris. Fancy Frank of Colorado; or, Tse TRAPPER’s Trust. By Buffalo Bill. The Lost Captains or, THE OPEN PoLar Sra. By Captain Frederick Whittaker. Whe Black Giant; or, Damry LANCE IN JEOPARDY. By Joseph h. Badger, Jr. New Work Nell, THe Boy-Grau Derectrive; or, OLD BLAKESLY’s Monry. By E. L. Wheeler. Will Wildfire in the Woods; or, Camp LIFE IN THE ALLEGHANIES. By Charles Morris. Little Texas, toe Youna Mustanagr. A Tale of Texan Prairies. By Oll Coomes. Dandy Rock’s Pledge; or, Hunrep To DeatH. By G. Waldo Browne. Billy Baggage, THE Ramroap Boy; or, Run To Earts. By Charles Morris. Miickory Marry. By Harry St. George. Asa Scott, THE STEAMBOAT Boy; or, THE LAND PIRATES OF THE MississipPi. By Ed. Willett. Deadly Dash. By Jos. H. Badger, ur. Tornado Tom; or, {Noun Jack From Rep Corn. T. C. Harbaugh. 170 A Trump Card} or, Wi. Witprime Wins AnD Losrs. By Charles Morris. 171 Ebony Dan. By Frank Dumont. 172 Thunderbolt Tom; or, THz WoL¥r-HERDER oF THE Rockies. By Harry St. George. 173 Dandy Rock’s Rival. By G.W. Browne. 174 Bob Rockett, Tae Boy Dopaer; or, Mys- TERIES OF New YoRK. By Charles Morris. 175 Captain Arizona, THE Kine Prin or Roap AGENTS; or, Patent Leather Joe’s Big Game. By Philip 8. Warne. 176 The Boy Runaway; or, THE BuccANEER OF THE Bay. Lieut. H. D. Perry, U.S.N. 177 Nobby Nick of Nevada; or, THe Scamp OF THE SrerRAS. By Edward L. Wheeler. Old Solitary, THe Hermit TraprerR; or, Tue DRAGON OF SILVER Lake. By Oll Coomes. Bob Rockett, THe Bank Runner; or, THE Roap To Rum. By Charles Morris. The Sea Trailer; or, A Vow Wett Kert. By Lieut. H. D. Perry, U. 8.N. Wild Frank, ror Buckskin Bravo; 9, Lapy Liny’s Love. By Edward L. Wheeler. Little Hurricane, THe Boy Capran; cr, THe OATH oF THE YOUNG AVENGERS. By Ol] Coomes. The Hidden Hand; or, W111 Wivprirr’s REVENGE. By Chas. Morris. Ready Jan. 25th. The Boy Trailers; or, Dawry Lance 2x rag War-PatH. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. Ready Feb. 1st. Evil Eye, Kine or Carrie Tuieves; or, Tree VULTURES OF THE Rio GRANDE. By Frank Du- mont. Ready Feb. 8, Cool Desmond; or, THe GAMBLER’s 219 Game. By Col. Delle Sara. Ready Feb. 1éth. Fred Halyard, Tue Lirz Boat Boy; or, THE SMUGGLERS OF THE INLET. By C. Morris. 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