Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 19) (1877 12 17)
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Single Number. VokE,: The Phantom Spy ; The Pilot of the Prairie. BY BUFFALO BILL, AUTHOR OF ‘‘ DEADLY EYE,” “‘ THE PRAIRIE ROVER,” ‘‘ KANSAS KING,” ETO., ETC. CHAPTER I. THE PHANTOM SPY. ‘ DEVILS alive! is the man mad?” “T guess not; Prairie Pilot ain’t no man to go mad; he sees somethin’ as he’s goin’ to run down.” “You bet! The Pilot’s on a trail; but what in tarnation is it?” As the third speaker spoke, there suddenly dashed out of the shadow of the timber into the broad moonlight, a horseman, who, with a deep- toned ‘ hoop-la!” urged his steed into a full run out unon the rolling prairie, which spread for miles ia his front. The three speakers had been seated around a camp-fire, in the shelter of a motte, or “ timber island,” far out on the Western plains. if To A SS Copyrighted in 1877, by BEADLE AND ADAMS. BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHERS, pacing to and fro in moody silence, a few yards rom the fire, like a sentinel on guard, and at every turn in his walk he would hesitate mo- meneete and glance far out over the moonlit prairie, as if on the alert for approaching dan- ger. Suddenly, with a half-cry, as though of alarm, he had bounded toward where stood his steed, ready saddled, and the next moment, without a word to his companions, had shot forth upon the prairie like an arrow from the bow. “Ho, fellers! better git onto yer pins, for there’s somethin’ in the wind when yer see Pa- rarie Pilot strike a trail like that,” cried Yankee Sam, who, with his two companions, Bravo Bob and Scalp-lock Dave, had been quietly smoking around the camp-fire, and telling stories of des- perate adventure they had known in their wild and reckless lives. At the call of Yankee Sam a score of men sprung to their feet and grasped their fire-arms, and instantly the encampment was a scene of excitement. “Well, ’m after the Pilot, for he sha’n’t play alone hand if there’s any danger ahead,” and Bravo Bob started for his horse, when a loud “rHEN HEED MY WARNING. FAREWELL!” Z QM SO >So JW, Droit il al | N 4 Se “Holy Halifax! look a-yonder!” Every eye was turned out upon the prairie, and like one voice a dozen exclaimed: “The Phantom Spy!” : Far out upon the prairie, and plainly visible in the moonlight, was what appeared to be a specter horse and rider, for the steed was as white as snow, and with a long flowing mane and tail. The rider on his back was dressed in the loose robe of a woman, for it fluttered only upon one side of the animal, as he sped along swiftly over the prairie. A long white vail floated far out behind, and apparently encircled the rider’s head like a tur- ban, while motionless in the saddle, if saddle there was on the horse, she seemed to urge her steed on by a mere exertion of her will. Behind the phantom-looking horse and rider, and some hundred lengths away, rode the man whom his comrades called Prairie Pilot, and who had so suddenly dashed from the timber. That he was urging his horse to the utmost, was evident; and, though mounted upon the swiftest steed on the plains, that he was not gaining upon the phantom horse and rider was also evident.
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2 For an instant the pursuer and pursued were visible to every eye in the encampment; then they disappeared from view over a roll in the rairio. At their disappearance a sigh of relief seemed to come trons scouts, traders and teamsters alike, for weird stories were told of the Phan- tom Spy, the white horse and rider, which, when once found on the trail of a wagon-train, was certain to bring bloodshed and ruin upon it before it reached the destination for which it was moving. All in that train had heard of the Phantom Spy, and all felt a superstitious awe at the mere mention of the name. Only the night before, around the camp-fire the weird steed and rider had been the subject of conversation, and Prairie Pilot, the chief ide and scout of the traders’ train, wending ts way toward the frontier settlements had de- clared that he would follow the Phantom to the bitter end. All knew Prairie Pilot to be one of the most daring scouts on the plains, and they felt that he would keep his word if he went to his own death in the attempt to solve the mystery. **T guesses as how you'll let the Pilot lone hand now, Bravo Bob?” said Scalp-lock Dave, as the young man paused, when the Phantom Spy was discovered to be the game of the man who had won the sobriquet of Prairie Pilot, on account of his perfect knowledge of the prairies and mountains of the West. “T thought you knew me better than that, Dave,” said the young man, whose reckless na- ture had caused his companions to dub him Bravo Bob, for there were few things that the handsome and youthful scout dare not do. A moment after Bravo Bob also dashed out upon the trail of the Prairie Pilot and the Phan- tom ey: FE 5 oa as caaien na _ - ” ar- ter sperets and spooks; but, as for Dave Dorsey he wants to save the leetle ha’r he has,” an Scalp-lock Dave tenderly ran his aa —— S the bunch of hair growing upon the top of hi head, looking like an island in a lake, with the rest of his skull perfectly bald. “Tm with yer, d; I ain’t no hunter for hostises, and I ain’t lost no spook nor speret, so in’t a-lookin’ fer none. The Pilot hired us for hunters across the lay a lains, an’ it’s our dooty to stand by this heur Gratin till it gits whar it’s in’; so as the Pilot and Bob’s 0 on the trail of a speret gal, why we’s jist got to do double dooty, an’ I’m 0 opinion we’d better set a watch an frr™ This opinion of Yankee Sam seemed to meet with general assent from the traders and team- sters, and after a guard was set, they all re- turned to their blankets; yet, strive as they would, their dreams would turn upon the two —— who had gone forth in pursuit of the Phantom Spy. CHAPTER II. RUN DOWN. Like the very wind the Phantom Spy and the Prairie Pilot were borne sree tee by their fleet steeds, the pursued y gaining upon the pursuer. ‘Come, Racer, you must mend your fan or yonder fleet animal will run you out of sight,” cried Prairie Pilot, and encouraged by his mas- ter’s voice, the noble steed bounded forward with renewed exertion, and steadily began to gain upon the phantom horse and rider. Presently the white form turned and glanced behind, as though hearing the nearer approach of the pursuer, and at once a hostly looking arm was seen to rise and fall 4 uick succes- sion several times, and the of a of blow each time reached the ears of Prairie Pilot, who exclaimed: — are human, Racer, and As are driv- ing the tom hard. On, on, 0 d fellow, and we will yet solve the mystery!’ With tremendous exertions both steeds then rushed on, at an almost incredible pace, and Bravo Bob, nearly a mile in their rear, felt that he was being distanced, although his horse was remarkably swift and good bot- Tn vain did the flying, snow-white steed strain muscle; sharp and quick fell the blows of the whip to urge on; but to no avail, for Racer’s blood was up, and the cruel spur was a constantly urging him on, The Prairie ot felt that the game was in his own hands, and a gleam of flashed in his darkeyes, for he felt that he was about to solve the ray = of — so-called en. rata ider, ‘or three years, elu ursuit, and had become a terror upon the ptaitiee, : Beadle’s Half-Dime Library. Who or what it could be, none knew; but certain it was, that when a party of scouts, or hunters, a wagon-train, or settlement on the border, beheld the weird horse and rider, ruin and bloodshed were sure to follow, until the ap- ition had been called the Phantom Spy, ever dogging the steps of those where booty was to garding the stradigy teed and rider, the Prairie Pilot. had had his own views, which he kept to himself, and twice before he had seen and chased the apparition, but without result in his favor, as he was not then mounted upon his matchless Racer, the fleetest steed on the lains. Now it was different, for Racer was in su- rb condition, and he determined to overtake we gece if he drove his own noble animal to ea True, he could have ended the chase sooner. perhaps, by resorting to his rifle; but he would not fire upon a woman. No, he must depend upon Racer. And nobly did the fleet animal respond to his master’s urging, and foot by foot drew nearer nowy chase, until only a score of lengths separated m. Then, suddenly, the white steed went down, and his rider was thrown thirty feet in front, and lay white and cota on a as though dead, while the animal dee 3 nimbly to his feet, un- hurt by his fall on the soft e sward. : With an iron hand Prairie Pilot drew Racer back upon his haunches, and springing to the ground, rushed to the side of the fallen rider. “Yes, it is a woman—nay, a mere girl. hope she is not dead,” he cried, earnestly, at the same time laying his hand over her breast. ‘No, she is merely stunned; I can soon re- vive her,” and unslinging his canteen from his saddle, he began to bathe her face and hands, at the same time ing in admiration upon her. “How beau she is, and scarcely over six- teen! Who can she be?’ Indeed she was beautiful, with her wealth of brown hair, and pr ful, delicate form, clad in a robe of P crak white, worn loose and flowing, as if the better to keep up the weird character she played. . he face was lovely, bronzed by exposure, and every feature perfect, while the eyelids were fringed with the longest dark lashes; the feet were small, and incased in white canvas boots; upon her tiny hands she wore buck-skin gloves, and her head was encircled by a white vail of lightest material. A moment or two Prairie Pilot rubbed her hands briskly, and bathed her face; then the eyes slowly opened and rested with a stare upon e man who bent over her. “You have run me down, sir, at last,’ she said, in a stern voice for a girl, and in a tone of sarcasm. “T regret your fall, miss. I hope you are not hurt,” replied Prairie Pilot, politely: “T was merely stunned—ha! there is S Py and unhurt,” and rising fonts A she ed to = woes , which, with a low neigh, trotted to er side. Gently she patted the faithful animal, and then abruptly turning to the man before her, she said: “Who are you, sir?” “Men call me the Prairie Pilot,” quietly re- sponded the scout. The girl started, her face flushed in the bright moonlight, and her lustrous, dark-blue eyes turned upon her captor, and there was ad- mirationin the glance, for he was six feet tall, as straight asa ce, and with a form denot- ing t strength and activity, while his every motion was graceful. He was clad in a handsome suit of dressed pen ig Famer worked Yop Mee and ; his fri eggings were stuck in the tops of ca boots, the heels of which were armed with huge silver spurs of the Mexican P'Hlis face was shaded by a broad was a broad sombrero, en- circled by a silver cord, and a heavy, silken beard, of dark brown, concealed his lower fea- tures and fell down to his belt; but the face was pe ZA handsome—the brow broad and high, e eyes bright, full of intense feel- ing, and fearless, while the expressions resting thereon were co and stern determination. His hair, the same color as his beard, was ‘wavy, and hung far down his back, giving him ara dashing ng ere A repeating rifle hung at his back, and in his belt were three revolvers and a large bowie- knife. ‘From the handsome man before her, the mai- den’s eyes turned upon the splendid animal, uietly cropping the short prairie grass, and pa- fiently awaiting his master. A finer steed she never saw, with his long, gaunt body, muscular ae glossy black hide, arching neck and small ead Brightly glittered the moonlight upon the sil- Yor bespaneled Mexican saddle and bridle, and the young girl observed that the rifle, revolvers and knife of the scout were mounted with the same precious metal. ; Often before she had heard of the Prairie Pi- lot, a man who had passed half a score of years upon the border, and coming from none knew where. ' His name none knew, other than that men called him Prairie Pilot, scout, guide, and hun- ter, and in an encounter those who knew him shunned him. “‘T have heard of the man they call Prairie Pilot. I feel my capture less keenly, when I know who it is that has taken me,” said the young girl, after a quick but careful scrutiny of horse and rider. ‘You are complimentary, miss; but may I ask who is my fair prisoner?” “Like yourself, | have a name given me on the plains; I am called the Phantom Spy.” “That I knew. It was to solve the mystery of your masquerade I followed you.” * And now that you have run me down, what is your intention regarding me?” ‘To release you, upon one condition—” ** And that is—?” : “T have noticed that after you are discover- ed upon the trail of a train, a band of robbers, under the lead of the Hermit Chief, invariably make an attack: are you their spy?’ ‘““You had a condition, I believe, for my re- lease,” evasively replied the girl. “Yes; promise me that you will not report the train from which I chased you, and you shall go free.” “Tf I refuse to promise—what then?” _ ‘*T will see that you do not, by retaining you as a Ba id ‘‘T will promise you in good faith.” “Very well. Can I aid you to mount?” “No,” and with a bound the girl was on the back of her steed, when she continued; “T thank you, Prairie Pilot, and before I go I would give you a word of warning: keep away from yonder range of bills, for men live there who seek your life.” ““T know it; there dwells the Hermit Chief and his band.” “Then heed my warning. Farewell.” With a word to her steed, the animal bound- ed away, heading in the direction of a range of hills, some six miles distant, and behind which the moon was slowly sinking from sight, and leaving the prairie in gloom and darkness, with the Prairie Pilot standing erect and motionless, gazing. after the rapidly-receding form of the weird-looking horse and rider. CHAPTER III. BRAVO BOB’S ADVENTURE. WHEN morning broke over the prairie the encampment was astir, and Yankee Sam eager- ly scanned the landscape for some sign of Prai- rie Pilot or Bravo Bob. But, nothing was visible, far or near reparations for breakfast were carried b y on, for it was the intention of the traders to me rapidly ahead under the guidance of Yan- ee Sam and Scalp-lock Dave, though they great- ly regretted the absence of Prairie Pilot and his right-hand man, Bravo Bob. uddenly Scalp-lock Dave uttered a cry of pleasure, and over a roll of the prairie were visible two horsemen approaching the motte at a rapid gallo ; . j ** The Pi of and Bob,” cried several voices. “Hold on, fellers; you is only half right. Yes, yonder comes Bravo Bob, but it ain’t the Pilot with him, but another feller; an’ he’s a prizner, too, or my name ain’t Sam Sloan.” The truth of Yankee Sam’s remark was at once evident, for one of the riders was recog- nized now by all as Bravo Bob, while the other was a much smaller man than the Pilot, and had a short black beard, while his hands seem- ed 43 behind him, and his horse was led by the scout. A few moments more and the two horsemen darted up and were welcomed with a loud shout, to which Bravo Bob ed with a wild war- Mat that made the echoes ring through the r “Well, ole hoss, what hev ye to tell us?” cried Scalp-lock Dave, eagerly. “Considerable, comrades; but first, take this robber and tie him to yonder tree, until we have time to sit on his case,” and then changing his and risk- | | } | |
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manner into the frontier way of speaking, which he often used, Bravo Bob continued: ‘Yer see, t follered close onto the trail of the Phantom and the Pilot—as close as I e’u’d; but the’r hosses fairly flew, an’ Iwas left a long way behind; but I prest the trail hard, and ar- ter an hour came up with traces of a tumble, so I got down an’ s’arched the ground, and bless | yer, [see’d whar the Phantom’s hoss had pitched | into a prairie-dog hole, and tossed his rider a long way ahead. “Wall, here is whar the Pilot overhauled the | Phantom, for ther’? was marks all round, and then the trail of the white hoss branched off to- ward the hills, and arter considerable trouble I found whar the Pilot had circled round and ag’in struck the Phantom’s trail, and followed it. “Wall, I prest on, too, an’ arter a while the | moon went down an’ I couldn’t see the trail, but I went on, an’ suddenly heard a pistol-shot, an’ then another, an’ then one of the Pilot’s war- cries. ‘Then, you bet, I made ole Iron Heart git over the grass, an’ I was a-dashin’ inter the timber, when I run inter that thar varmint ag’in’ the tree. **Wall, we clinched, an’ arter a tumble to ther ground an’ a long tussle, I choked him still, an’ tied him; then I caught his hoss an’ waited fer him to come to his senses. ‘“‘T hadn’t long to wait, an’ by some pointed argument, with my bowie, I got out of ther fel- ler that the Pilot had gone on inter the hills, with more company than he wanted jist then. ‘**So L concluded to jest make this feller come back to camp with me, an’ when day broke I recognized him as the very devil who kilt Abe Homer two years ago, an’ was sentenced to be hung, but got away; but he can’t git away now,” and Bravo Bob spoke with bitter deter- mination. - ‘“‘Does yer b’lieve the Pilot's passed in his checks, Bob?’ asked Yankee Sam, very seri- ously. sf don’t know what to think; but I’m goin’ to find out,” ‘* How so, pard?” ‘Why, as soon as we try and mene yonder villain, you had better press on with the train to the posts. Jam going to return to the hills and look up the Pilot.” “ Tt’s mighty risky, Bob.” ““ Yes, but Prairie Pilot would do the same for me, or you, or any one in need of help. I’m goin’, boys, i I go under.” ‘Wall, I know yer, Bob, so I won’t argue to turn yer back from yer purpus; but I hates to see yer go alone,” said Yankee Sam. ‘An’ so does I, pard,” put in Scalp-lock Dave. ‘** Anyhow,” he continued, “we'll run ther train on to ther posts, an’ ef yer don’t put in an appearance soon arter, we'll return with some boys an’ look yer up, or git some ha’r.” Thank you, my friends,” replied Bravo Bob, again resuming his natural way of speaking; ‘thank you. Now let us to work and try this fellow, whom I recognize as the murderer of Abe Homer—” ‘““AndIas one of the band of the Hermit Chief, who two years ago attacked a train I was driving in, and plundered it, after killing a dozen fellows and epee me; but I got away from the devils,” said a teamster, ap- proaching, whip in hand. : All eyes were at once turned upon the pris- oner, whose face was the index of his evil heart, and at once it was decided that he should be hung, and that immediately. ; In vain was it that Bravo Bob questioned the robber, regarding the fate of Prairie Pilot, and of the whereabouts of his band; he would an- swer nothing—only beg piteously for his life. But he begged Yor mercy to those who felt no mercy, for the band of the Hermit Chief had for years been the terror of the border, and they were determined to make an example of the prisoner then in their power. Amid the piteous cries of the doomed wretch pe was quickly throw over the limb of a tch. “Hoist him up!” was the stern order from Bravo Bob, and a dozen men, who held the other end of the rope, quickly drew him into the air. The end of the rope was then made fast, and quickly the train was in motion, filing out 7 ar prairie, and leaving the timber-island one with its ghastly spectacle. A short distance trom the motte Bravo Bob bade his companions farewell, and, amid a shower of good wishes for luck, branched off alone upon the trail of the Prairie Pilot. The Phantom Spy. CHAPTER IV. A PRISONER. WueEn Prairie Pilot saw the young girl disap- pear in the distance, he quickly mounted Racer and moved off at a rapid gallop toward the range of hills. Atter a ride of some moments he changed his course, going parallel with the hills for some dis- tance, and riding slowly, while he cautiously scanned the ground by the lingering light of the moon. Then he came to a halt, dismounted, and said, in a low tone: “Down! Racer!” Instantly the intelligent animal dropped upon the ground and lay flat upon his side the scout | also throwing himself at full length upon the prairie. Not long had he been in his recumbent posi- tion when there was heard the sound of hoo - strokes, and soon after the white horse and fair rider appeared in sight, riding’ ini an easy canter toward the hills. r Without observing the scout and ‘his horse the maiden passed by within thirty yards of them, when a neigh from Specter caused her to quicken her pace, as though her flight and cap- ture had made her neryous of danger. Hardly had she been lost sight of in the gloom when a word from Prairie Pilot brought Racer again upon his feet, and, mounting in haste, he set out on the trail of the strange girl. Keeping the white form just in sight, and knowing that he was invisible to her, in his dark clothes, Prairie Pilot continued on until the darkness grew deeper and deeper as they drew nearer the shadow of the hills, which now loom- ed boldly up, not half a mile distant. As though perfectly acquainted with the sur- roundings, the maiden directed her course to the left, toward a bold and rugged hill, which ter- minated so abruptly upon the prairie that it formed a cliff. Around the base of this precipitous hill the ghostly horse and rider wound, and were lost to the sight of the scout. ‘*Tt is certain that I cannot follow her further to-night, without making my a known, so I had better go into camp in the foot-hills un- til the morning, and then strike her trail, for I am determined to track out this den of robbers.” So saying, the scout rode in under the shadow of the hill, and finding a suitable and secluded ulch in which to camp, he dismounted, and eaving the faithful Racer standing patiently awaiting, he moved . around cautiously in search of some dried brush, for he was deter- ae to have a warm supper after his hard ride. He succeeded in ae some dry sticks, and had just kindled a small blaze, when there came a whirr through the air, a blow upon his head, and he was hurled backward several paces, his arms pinioned to his side by the noose of a lasso, Though thus taken at a Nisnc lvantage, Prairie Pilot managed to get his hand upon his revolver, and a tall form rushing toward him, fell dead, shot through the heart by the scout. But before he could free himself from the noose, strong as he was, there flashed forth two Bit dea aera ah te te) e and fe ength upon the grou, while with discordant yolk halt a dozen dark forms bounded out from the covert that had concealed them. Their sudden rush startled Racer, who, doubt- less seeing that he could render his master no service, turned quickly, and with a wild neigh dashed away in the direction in which he had come. But the scout had not been killed by the shot, only stunned momentarily, by the bullet graz- ing his temple, and as his assailants.rushed upon him, they found that they had cauae a Tartar, and only by their united strength, and by a most desperate struggle, were they enabled to set oh ind their formidable prisoner. The fire built by the scout had, in the mean time, blazed brightly up, and Prairie Pilot found himself the prisoner of half a score of as hard a looking set of villains as he had ever seen on the border. A closer scrutiny of them, and he knew that he was in the hands of the robber-band of the Hermit Chief, and that no mercy would be shown him he well knew, for often had he trailed one of the Bandit Brotherhood to his death, and fearlessly waged war against the bold renegades who spread terror along the frontier. Presently a horseman rode up to the spot, and after a few words with sev of the men, dis- mounted and approached the scout. He was a man of striking appearance, clad | ina suit consisting of buck-skin leggings, top- 3 boots, a military coat, and Mexican sombrero, while he wore a swo , and a pair of revelvers in his belt. His face was exceedingly handsome, with its bronzed skin, dark hair and mustache, and bright eyes; though there was a.certain bold and reck- less look stamped upon every feature. His hair was worn long, and his mustache was curled up at either end while his whole “ make- up” was that of a border exquisite. He seemed vine | more twenty years of Bee, and was we ga seen por bay m ng, large, wiry and vicious-loo s Prairie Pilot had before seen the man, and in several engagements had endeavored to cut short his career of crime, but Satan seemed to always look after his own, and the young ban- dit leader had escaped. In this man the scout reco, the field chief of the bandits, Captain Ralph, the lieutenant of the Hermit Chief. ‘Are you not the man they call Prairie Pilot?” asked Captain Ralph, ““Tam; are younot the man they call Captain Ralph the murderer and horse-thief?” coolly re- plied Prairie Pilot. “Hold, Sir Scout, or I will cut you down whats you stand,” angrily cried the young ban- dit. “ Cutting throats is your trade, youngster.” ; “Do you dare me, and in my power, fel- ow? “You dare not unbind me and meet me as man to man, although men say you are no cow- ard,” sneeringly returned the scout. For an instant Captain Ralph seemed about to strike the scout with his sword; but then, as if changing his mind, he sheathed his w and said, quietly: “Your pluck will be tried, sir, ere the Her- mit Chief is done with you. Come, boys; lead him on to the stronghold, but blindfold him first. I ote it would be useless to attempt to capture his horse. I would give a cool thou- sand for that animal.” ‘No, Captain Ralph, there are not horses enough in the band to run down that steed. Shall we take the prisoner at once to the chief?” asked one of the men, who seemed to be an un- der officer, ‘No; father is not at all well, and I do not wish to disturb him. Put the prisoner in the cliff cave.” So saying, Captain Ralph rode away, and a few moments after Prairie Pilot was ‘old- ed, and then mounted upon a m after which the party set off oy trail leaddg stil further into the range of hills, CHAPTER V. THE TWO CAPTIVES. THE position chosen by the wary old chief of the bandits, for a stronghold, was certainly a most desirable one, for it was under the ter of a mountain, and upon a level plateau, com- prising half a h acres, , From this plateau, where were built the log huts of the band, a narrow and seen pernway led down into a fertile valley half a mile below where were herded the horses and cattle stolen from the settlements, and which, at a moment’s Ww of app could be driven into the pens on the de ve. Through the plateau ran a considerable moun- tain stream, which formed a fall, and plunged into the valley below, the roar of the being audible for miles away. The cliff or mountain which ving not more than twenty feet wide, running back through the hill for We a mile. and formed thereby a means of esca’ bones should their camp be attac Having no use for this tunnel, unless in case of retreat, the bandits had turned the cave into a storehouse for their plunder, and a prison for sei Ag aha n for and car- e Pilot and by the light of a erage be saw that Sheer was a rude cot there, a blanket upon Worn out, he threw himself t the cot; and after remo his bonds, and irons upon his feet, which were a chain leading through a fissure in the rocks, his guards left him to his melancholy reflections. ; ’
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: ; | ' | / ) 4 ‘As soon as he was alone Prairie Pilot at once set about some plan of escape, but soon realiz- ing that escape was impossible, he philosophi- y gave it up, for the present, and threw him- self down to rest. When he awoke it was broad daylight, and lancing around him he at once rea his per- an situation. But he had only a moment for reflection, be- fore a form darkened the entrance to the cav- ern, and a man stood before him. At a glance the scout saw that he was a Ger- man, and his remarkable costume brought a smile to the captive’s face, and no wonder, for the soldier, the Indian, the Mexican, hunter and citizen had contributed to the wardrobe. “Vell, vat you laff, mine frint? Ish it so funny to have to die, dot you feel goot?” , “Oh, no, Dutchy; but you have no objection to my smiling, and who could help it, when looking at you?” . “Vel, mine Gott in Himmel, vat ish de matter mit mineself dat you laff?’ angrily replied the rman. “Do not let oo angry passions rise, my ban- dit scarecrow, but give me the breakfast I see you have brought me.” “Tt is petter ash vat I should give yer,” re- plied the German, setting down a platter upon which was a tin cup of coffee, some bread, and jerked buffalo-meat. “T am glad to hear it, Dutchy; but we will not quarrel, for I want you for a little enterprise in which there is gold to be made.” The German held up his finger in warning, and with a ludicrously knowing look and wink, turned and left the cave. With a relish the scout dispatched his break- fast, and then walked as far as his chain would allow him, toward the entrance of the cavern. From his position he could see the steep wall of the chasm, rising hundreds of feet above him and their summit crowned with a growth o small trees. : “Tf T only had some friend to aid me, I could soon get out of this. Perhaps I can trust the Dutchman—ha—!” The scout suddenly started, and seemed all attention, for a Csion sound reached his ear, ¢, strange sound for that lonely cavern and ban- t camp. The mo a was that of voices—not the voices of rude men, but the soft tones of women. Approaching cautiously the crevice through which the sound came, the scout heard a voice in conversation he at once recognized as that of the Phantom Spy. Listening attentively he heard her say: ‘*T think, lady, there is a better chance now of your escape than before, for though I could have trusted Dutch, he is not. quick-witted “-Y6s, but I am determined enough ‘for the danger he would have had to meet.” “Then you have some one you can trust more fully?” asked a sad, sweet voice, which thrilled Prairie Pilot to his very heart. “Yes, and it is accident that he is here. Had he taken my warning he would not now have in his present deadly peril.” “He is in danger, then? “Yes, fearful danger, for he is a prisoner to our band, and I know that my father will have him shot, for he has done our band much harm.” “To whom do you refer?” asked the same sweet voice. : To one whom men call the Prairie Pilot, one of the most daring scouts on the frontier.” ‘‘T have heard of him at the fort, and also in the settlement. He seems to be © heat err a Le soldiers and settlers and feared by the In- and renegades.” ‘Yes, and they have cause to fear him, for he is a deadly foe. Last night, lady, he captured me on the prairie, and nobly released me, on condition that I would not let the band know where his train was. e Sean he believed me and let me go! but, although ? warned him away from these hills, he must have struck my trail and followed me, coming right into an ambush of our men, placed as an outer guard. ‘He was captured, after killing one of our and figh Acti cope isnow a prisoner, in a cave near this, awai the recov- ‘ery of my father, the Hermit Chief, who will i eath.” certainly condemn him to d **Poor man; how sincerely do I feel for him.” “God bless her!” ejaculated the scout, and then he’continued: ‘‘ Eavesdroppers do some- times hear of themselves as well as evil.” dioif T'ean help its” reslevely responded. the can help u e Phantom Spy. y er in a} Beadle’s Half-Dime Library. “You are a noble girl. How I wish I could take you away from this awful bandit camp.” “Lady, allt love in the world are here, I have no other home than these wild hills, no other companions than these reckless, cruel men around me, and whose deedsI loathe. Did I not loathe them, I would not now endeavor to re- store you to those you love and who love you.” “T believe you, kind girl; but, my poor father! how ho must er to be in ignorance of my fate, and believe me dead.” ‘You shall soon be free, if I can make you so, lady; so cheer w and eat the breakfast I have brought you. This afternoon my father wishes to see you, to question you regarding the movements of the soldiers. ‘‘I will conduct bm to him, and I beg that you will not anger im with your proud spirit.” ‘“‘T will try to do as you wish, sweet girl, and your words “ me hope that ere long I may Paste gt but please do not leave the Prairie Pilot to his fate.” : “Trust me, lady,” replied the Phantom Spy, and the scout heard. her walk away, and feelin that his fellow captive was alone he determin in some way to communicate with her. CHAPTER VI. FRIENDS IN NEED. CAREFULLY examining the crevices in the wall of rock, Prairie Pilot was enabled to find one that looked into the adjoining cavern. The first thing that he observed was the gener- ally comfortable appearance of the little cave, for it had a carpet on the rock floor, a chair, a table, upon which was the remnant of a good breakfast, and a cot, with some pretensions to neatness and comfort. ba the side of the cot sat the occupant—a maiden of perhaps eighteen. Her form was c in a close-fitting riding habit of apt ag! moa meng pers We - ele- gance an about her © at once won the ediniration of the ae Presently a wealth of golden hair was thrown back, the bowed head was raised, and Prairie Pilot beheld a vision of beauty in the lovely face, and large blue eyes gazing sadly and wist- fully out into the daylight at the mouth of the cave. “Lady!” The tones of the scout were soft and kind; but Loo startled the maiden, and she sprung to her eet. ‘‘T am here; like yourself I am a prisoner—” “Tndeed! yes, I see from whence comes your voice now. Are you the Prairie Pilot?” said the maiden, in cautious tones. ‘So men call me, “A short while since I over- heard your conversation with the young girl who visited you. When she returns, beg her to visit my cavern, and perhaps we can arrange some plan of escape together. Now I cannot = pare but keep up a brave heart, and all come out well.” The scout spoke hopefully and the maiden felt really cheerful, for she believed that her fellow- pe could, though a captive himself, aid her her dire distress. Throwing himself ngs? upon his cot, the scout Be awit to plot and plan some means of es- cape. Slowly the hours away, and again he heard voices in the adjoining cave. Rising, he went the length of his chain toward the entrance of his prison, and a moment after there confronted him two forms, the fair cap- tive and the Phantom Spy—the latter no longer attired in her ghostly robe, but ina neatly -“At- dress of dark cloth. ‘Ah, scout! I warned you, and you would not heed me,” exclaimed the young girl, in a sad voice. . “True; but if I heeded every warning of dan- ger, I would soon fear to move from the sett] ments,” and the scout turned his earnest admir- ing gaze full upon the captive maiden. eir eyes met, and the maiden felt that if there was a man on . she could trust it was the Prairie Pilot, and with evident admiration she ated at his splendid form and handsome, Sa fea wih ingens 6 must not linger here: but hasten to m father, who would see you, lady; when we 58 back I ae see you, ots saying the young girl led her companion away through the chasm, while the scout threw himself upon the ground and gazed far above ae e summit of the other wall of the c Presently a step was heard approaching, and the German again appeared eve eal. OW appetite with the prisoner’s m Dutchy, what have you to tempt my ‘Vel, I hash some goot dinner for you, mine frint; te young missis she cook it mit her own pogty: fingers.’ “Indeed! The young — is the daughter of the Hermit Chief, is she not?” “Dat ish so, an’ her brother, Captain Raluf, ish te son mit te ole man.” ‘‘ Captain Ralph her brother?” “Yas; he ish te tuyvil, but she pe an angel “She is a fine girl, Dutchy; but, tell me, what are they going to do with me?” “ Hang you mit te neck.” “When?” and the scout spoke with perfect calmness. ‘Mine Gott! vot, you no scared?” “A threatened man lives long, Dutchy; but when am I to be hung?” ‘As svon as te Hermit Chief say so; but I must go avay now; I see you to-morrow.” The scout made no reply, and the German walked away, Prairie Pilot making no effort to detain him, forhe had made a discovery that deeply interested him. As he lay in the mouth of the cavern, his eyes ever and anon glancing toward the ribbon of blue sky above, he suddenly caught sight of a human face peering cautiously down into the chasm. ; Narrowly watching it, he soon saw the form of a man come in full view, and he almost gave vent to one of his wild, ringing war-cries, for he recognized in the cautious stranger none other than Bravo Bob! Ere he could discover whether Bob had seen him or not, there came the sound of footsteps, and the two maidens returned, the eyes of the captive being red with tears, for she had just had a stormy interview with the Hermit Chief, who told her it.was his intention to hold her a prisoner until her father, Colonel Radcliff, paid a heavy ransom for her. Ruth knew that her father was not a rich man, and that if he paid the sum demanded, it would beggar him, and she appealed to the mer- cy of the old chief, who, an invalid, reclined up- on his cot in one of the rooms of his cabin, and kept his fierce eyes constantly upon the face of the maiden. “Girl, what is your name? Tell me that, and I will know whether your father is wealthy enough to pay my price, for I know the limit of every settler’s and officer’s purse on this border.” ‘*My name I decline to give you, sir; but you will find my father able to resent most bitterly the insult of his daughter’s capture,” proudly replied Ruth Radcliff. ‘Nonsense; my men genes you within a mile of the settlement. ou should not have ventured so far on horseback, girl, without com- pany; but I have you now and I intend to make money out of your capture.” ‘*Ts there no hope for me, sir? At the fort are two of your men, condemned to death: will you exchange me for them?” vi the men! What careI for them? If they die, there are others to fill their place. “There are soldiers on this frontier, girl, and scouts, and settlers, and Indians; but 1, he Her- mit Chief, am ruler, and this whole border shall find it so. ‘* Tone, take the maiden back and to-morrow I will send out spies to find out who she is.” The Hermit Chief waved his hand, and his danghicy, whom he had addressed as Ione, turn- ed eg sadly away, leading Ruth Rad- cliff with her, back to her lonely prison. hen away from the presence of the Her- mit Chief, the proud spirit of Ruth broke down, and she burst into tears: but Ione cheered her allin her power, and when they reached the spot where the scout lay, his untasted supper by his side, she had gained her usual compo- sure. “T trust your visit to the chief has resulted in good to you, lady,” quietly said the scout. “No, sir; he demands a ransom impossible for my father to pay; but this noble young girl bids me hope. “Yes, there is hope for you; but I must leave you now; and lady, you need not return imme- diately to your cave. If not to-night, I will see you to-morrow.” With a wave of her hand the young girl walked rapidly pt leaving Ruth Radcliff still standing near the spot where the Prairie Pilot lay at length, his eyes gazing earnest- ly toward the summit of the chasm. CHAPTER VII. “TAKING DESPERATE CHANCES. Arter the departure of Ione, the Phantom Spy, the scout said, ar “The daughter of the old Hermit Chief seems
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me The Phantom Spy. 5 inclined to aid us, but I would rather not have her do so, for two reasons—” “* And those are?” asked Ruth Radcliff. “ First, it will be at great risk to herself, if she aid us, and second, I desire to wage a bitter war against this band, and do not wish to feel that I owe a kindness to the chief’s daughter that must stay my hand.” . ed her to such a life?” asked Ruth, feelingly. **T know not, and it is a sad thing that she has, in father and brother, chiefs of a band of outlaws. Strange as it seems, I feel that I have met her brother and herself before, but where my memory fails. Their faces haunt me with some memory of the —_ Were I to see their father, perhaps I could then recall all; but the Hermit Chief has been the ruler of his band on- ly, his young son being the leader in all their raids and deadly encounters. ‘Who, or what they are, none know; but, certain it is the outlaws are held well in hand, and never have [ known an instance of where one, even with promise of his life, ever betrayed the Brotherhood.” Deeply interested in the words of the scout, Ruth listened attentively, and:then said: “T have now met the father and daughter, and a remarkable pair they are. The sonI have never seen; but, sir, if you do not accept aid from the maiden, how can you manage to es- cape?” ‘I will take the chances without her. Lady, see there!” and the scout pointed far up the chasm wall to where was visible Bravo Bob, oer seated in the shelter of a niche in the roc ‘*A guard of the bandits. Perhaps I’d better not linger here—” "No; it is Bravo Bob, the best friend I have in the world. He has struck my trail and fol- lowed me here—to rescue me.” ~ ** Alone?” } ‘Doubtless. I know of none who would have dared to come with him—at least any that he could have found thus soon. See! he has thrown erm down to me. Will you pick it up, please, lady, for I am in irons, you see?” Quickly Ruth eeeeess forward, and took up the object that allen from above—a piece of Eo ie around a small stone. aking it, the Prairie Pilot read aloud, writ- ten in lead-pencil, in a bold, legible hand: “A greeting to you from above, old fellow; sorry to see you in durance vile, but glad to see you are uot in the land of silence. “T arrived this afternoon, having trailed you, and by a flank movement reached my present position. “The train has made tracks for the posts, under the guidance of Scalp-lock and Yankee. *‘T have discovered that the rear end of this chasm is guarded by two sentinels—there must be a turmel through, as — could never have reached their present stand without a day’s journey around, ‘Wind out the cave if you can; atdark I will move on the two guards, and you shall be free. “T meta party of soldiers on the prairie looking for the daughter of Colonel Radcliff, the new com- mandant of the upper posts. “ By the eadeitlon given me of her, I recognize her in the lady near you. “Your ion shows you to be in irons, so when it is dark I will lower you a file and one of my pis- tols, and then you must press on through the cave to the outer entrance. “Tf I discover anything of importance, will com- municate again. Bos.” ‘‘He certainly is a true friend, and brave man,” said Ruth, when the scout had read all. “None truer or braver, Radcliff, for such I believe, is your name?” . “Yes, sir; my father arrived at his new com- mand only a week ago, and it was while riding to the settlement, half a mile from the fort, to see an old schoolmate, that I was captured, when little dreaming of danger,” replied the maiden. : Hearing an approaching footstep, Ruth rapid- ly ran into her cave, and the Prairie Pilot was alone. A moment after Ione, the girl spy, appeared, and said, pleasantly: “Though you put your own head into the noose, Prairie Pilot, I do not intend to let it remain there; but I cannot act to-night as the whole band are at present in the stronghold. “To-morrow at daylight my brother goes off on a raid with his men, and you will be allow- ed to live until his return, when, if you do not pe certain terms offered you, you have to e. : wy is dishonor in those terms, doubt- ess “Yes; but life is sweet.” The scout smiled and remained silent, and Tone continued: ‘* How noble she seems, to have for her com- | her shoulders, and di ed his unerrin nions a band of robbers. What terrible fate | and belt, containing his” | | ‘* When my brother has gone I can act with less fear of detection; to-night I can do nothing; but, as I had an 4 gchar to rescue from m father’s room your belt of arms,I did so. I wi leave them in the care of the lady in the next cave. Prairie Pilot’s eyes fairly flashed with delight as Ione threw back a serape which hung pes C) revolvers ife and cartridge pouches; but he said, quietly: “T thank you from my heart, fair girl; you have done me a kindness [ shall one day recip- rocate.” **T do not wish to see a brave man die like a dog,” responded Ione, as she walked away, and disappeared in the cavern which was the prison of Fo mo ree et . moment after the youn 1 bee ee the scout, and was ean eet sight in the gloom, for night was coming on apace and dark- ness already filled the chasm. But, far up, outlined against the bright sky still tinged with the rosy hues of sunset, stood Bravo Bob, his eagle eye watching every move ~ his enemies, and taking in every chance in his avor. An hour passed and darkness rested upon all; but the quick ear of Prairie Pilot caught a soun which he seemed to at once recognize, for he called in a low tone to Ruth, who, the next mo- ment stood by his side. “* Miss cliff, I heard a sound against the wall yonder; will you kindly see if Bravo Bob has not lowered us his promised aid?” Ruth went to the other side of the chasm, and ° feeling in the darkness, her hand soon touched a small string, peo mbig Be weight on the end, A moment after she held in her hand a pistol and a file, and unloosing them, she found also a va” of paper. hese she bore to the scout; but he cried, quickly: “Back to your cave! quick !” Not a moment too soon did Ruth escape, for the next moment a flickering light was seen, and two men sapere, bearing a lantern. ing it full upon the recumbeftt scout, the man who held the lantern said, harshly: * 4 a prefer to lie on hard rocks to your cot, o you! oe, A man who is condemned to die wishes to breathe all the pure air he can,” quickly re- sponded the scout. “You take it coolly,” responded the other man. ‘My conscience is not blackened, as is yours, with crimes of robbery and murder.” “Go on, my hearty; you can have your say!” “Come, Pete, let us see if the girl all safe and then go and relieve the boys,” said the first speaker, and they moved on to the next cave. Flashing the light into the face of Ruth, who sprung half-up, as if from a sound sleep, they laughed at her supposed fright, and walked on through the tunnel of caverns. A moment after Ruth was again by the side of the scout, who drew from his pocket a match and lighting it, read the slip of paper that had descended with the file and pistol. “There are but two guards, and they will doubt- less be relieved at dark; then J will act. “Find your way out, as soon as you have freed yourself of your irons, to the mouth of the chasm, and I will meet you there.” . “Brave fellow; now, Miss Radcliff, hope brightens for us; but you must return to your cot, and as soon asI have gotten rid of my irons I will come for you. “In the meantime I will file these irons off my ankles.” e cool, confident manner of Prairie Pilot gave Ruth every hope, and throwing herself upon the cot, she awaited in breathless silence and suspense. A short while and again a light flashed into the cavern, and two men there, but not the two who had before passed vy. “* Wide awake, my beauty? You'll dim those pretty eyes if you lose your sleep,” said one of he bandits; but, whether in a d or unkind tone Ruth could not tell. Another glance into the cave of the scout, a jeering remark from one of them, and they on toward the camp. An hour later, and Prairie Pilot stood beside Ruth, a man no longer in irons. Ss “Come, Miss Radcliff, Iam ready now; give me my arms, which the fair spy left here, and we depart at once.” ~¥ Ruth could hardly refrain from ay joy, and the next moment they had de from the cave, and started forth upon their desperate ¢e CHAPTER VIII. BRAVO BOB AT WORK. Wuen Bravo Bob lowered the apnsy to Prairie Pilot, by the aid of a stri e by cutting his blanket into strips, he drew up the line when he felt it relieved of its burden, and a once began to descend the other slope ot the range. After a walk of a mile he came to a small valley, thickly overgrown with grass, and through which trickled a stream of clear water. Here, unsaddled and picketed out, were two steeds. One was the property of Bravo Bob, the other none other than er, whom the guide had caught running loose upon the prai- rie, ane who recognizing him, instantly trotted up to him. Fo Well, old fellows, you have had a rich feast and g rest; now to work!” said Bravo Bob, kindly, and he at once set to work to saddle an bridle the steeds. ; Giving them a drink from the cool spring, he then mounted his own horse, and, followed by Racer, rode along round the edge of the valley. After a short ride he halted at the foot of the hill leading up to the rear side of the chasm, and hitching the two animals, ascended cau- tiously the steep path, until, in the moonlight, he discovered the bold face of the cliff, and the fissure that he knew was the cut-in dividing the mountain in twain. ‘ - ‘“‘Now I must be cautious, or I'll have to use my rifle, and that might spoil all,” he muttered, and throwing himself upon the ground he worm- ed along like a snake, slowly and noiselessly drawing nearer to a large bowlder, where he knew, m his observation taken in the day- time, the two guards were stationed. It was fully an hour before he drew near the bowlder, ist which stood the form of a man gazing at the moon as it arose above the distant illtops. At his feet, close against the rock, lay a muf- fled form, the other guard, wrapped sleep doubtless. . Bravo Bob was now within twenty feet of the rds, and the moonlight shining full in his fandsome face showed that it was marred by a look of stern determination. “Tt is a pity, anda dirty job, but I must do it. _“Tf he was an Indian I would not hesitate; still, Prairie Pilot must not die!” So saying, Bravo Bob arose veges hos silent- ly to his feet: his knife was held in his upraised right hand, and then glittered like a wheel of diamonds in the moonlight as it was hurled Wan unerring and terrible force at the silent and unsuspec guard. Fair and deadly it. struck him in the neck, crunching through bone and muscle, and send- a strong man quickly to the ground, ith two mighty bounds Bravo Bob threw himself upon the’ half-awake and recumbent ard, and a clutch of iron was upon his “Strugglée’one instant and you shall die,” he sternly cried in the bandit’s ear, while with his other hand he held a pistol to his head. “You hold the winning hand, pard,” said the man, as Bravo Bob released his clutch upon his throat. “Yes, and I intend to win the game. Your comrade lies there, dead, as you see, and you shall ya ing follow him if you are not willing to do asI you.” a “You want me to betray my comrades—” “No! I wish you to lead me, singly, into their camp. Are you afraid of a single man?” “No, and if you are willing to take the chances, come on: but you must be crazy.” “T am not crazy; I only have a duty to per- form. ‘Lead me to the spot I desire, and back here, on then Twill sp life; ‘attempt to be- en ill spare your life; attem tray me, and you shall die.” sf M ‘When am I to be free?” “Upon my return to this spot; I will then bind you and leave you here for the morning to find you—or—” —_ “Or what—?” aS “*T will carry you with me a few miles and re- lease you in time to return here by daylight; and then you can tell what lie you, please, about beling attacked, your comarade killed, ‘and you beating back the enemy single-hand “*A drowning man catches at a straw,’ my old Sunday School teacher used to say, when - urging me to catch at religion as a means of sal- vation, so I will accept your terms,” disconso- lately replied the bandit, whose whole manner and conversation proved that he had seen bet- ter days ere he énvored upon a life of crime.
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a ————— SS = Bra ds, heal holding firmly onto his arm, bade The bandit at once led off, and approaching the cut in the cliff, entered it, and moved rapid- ly on in the darkness, for ever and anon they would have to pass through a rocky tunnel. After a walk of ten minutes they came to where a large mass of rock had fallen, forming a huge cavern beneath. en about to enter into the darkness of this, from the indistinct light that penetrated down into the canyon, a stern voice suddenly cried: ‘Hold! on, your lives, halt!” Both Bravo Bob and his prisoner were mo- pe ajag poolan startled by the sudden challenge; but former cried quickly: ‘The Prairie Pilot—hoop-la!” “ Bob, old fellow, a moment more and [ would have called in your checks; but who have you here?” and, peal va 8 forward, out of the dark- ness of the cavern, irie Pilot confronted his = is one of the guards at the mouth of the canyon—” “ And the other is—” “Tn the devil’s employ; but come, we have po pe to tarry—where is your fellow-cap- ve ‘‘Here!—Miss Radcliff, this is my friend Bravo Bob, the best scout on the plains,” an at the introduction Ruth came forward and cleaning the hand of Bravo Bob, said feelingly: ‘And to whom we, in a great measure, owe our, escape,” **Now, Bob, we'll be off. Come.” Again the bandit led the way, his captor by his side, and in a few moments more they came out at the front of the cliff. At the sight of the dead guard Ruth shuddered, and drew closer to the Prairie Pilot, while Bra- vo Bob said quickly: “Now, sy ae you have done your part of our contract—will you have us bind you and leave you here, or carry you with us a few miles and turn you loose?” “The latter would look best for me—for if I am suspected by my comrades my life is not worth a Ag * os ht; come on.” Again Bravo-Bob led the way, the Prairie Pi- lot quietly taking Ruth up in his strong arms and carrying her down the steep and rocky hill- ° side, for, retarded as she was, by her long skirt, and prea light shoes, she could not have easil + Radcliff can ride yo horse, Bob, e Pilot, as they reached the foot of the hill. “Not so bad as that, comrade, for I have the Racer with me.” The delight of Prairie Pilot was unbounded, and the next moment he stood ncaa, lant steed, and warmly patted his neck, while the faithful seemed overjoyed and whin- nied in a low happy tone. “ Miss cliff, I can give you. a seat behind me, for Racer can easily do double duty,” said Prairie Pilot, and Raising Ruth to her seat, he the next moment sprung into the saddle, and Brayo Bob having mounted, with his prisoner behind him, the party set off at a slow trot the forest. A. aie of several miles brought them to a valley, and here the aga was told to dis- mount and return to post, which he gladly did, Bob kindly for his life, and the next! moment disappearing in the gloom of the Re “Now, Bravo, it is a hundred miles to, the fort, and we must push on rapidiy, for both the Racer and your horse can stand it—if Miss Rad- cliff can?” ~~ “T can stand any fatigue to once more reach home,” earnestly replied Ruth, and at a rapid Eheir fight trom the bauit eaap of tho Hor dit camp 0. r- mit Chief. f CHAPTER IX. RETURN. err mi farms, with a fort on the river, and che al jth, and aracding th on Wwar- and marau of out- laws, who often raided upon the pioneer settlers of the far frontier. ‘ The settlement acknowledged as its head a wealthy settler by the name of Amos Arling- enti years of age, and a genial the opening of this story. Around him had gathered other settlers, until they formed a pleasant community, and near them was the fort, with a hundred soldiers and a dozen officers, several of whom had their wives with them. The commandant of the fort, and one ordered there a week before this story opens, was Col- onel Arthur Radcliff, a man under forty years of age, although his daughter, Ruth, was eighteen years of age. olonel Radcliff was a dashing, handsome man, a severe, almost cruel disciplinarian, who had passed his military life mostly in forts on the Atlantic board. The coming of the colonel and his beautiful daughter to the outpost was a happy event for those stationed there, and doubly glad were the younger officers and gallants of the settle- ment, when they learned that Ida Arlington, the daughter of the settler, came with them, the two maidens having been schoolmates, and of course delighted that they would still be near each other, for they were the best of friends. Under the care of Colonel Radcliff, Ida had come West, and was lovingly welcomed by the father, and warmly greeted by all. | fort, and also 0 __ It was when riding over to see her friend Ida, that Ruth Radcliff had suddenly ridden. upon a small party of bandit scouts and had been car- ried off to the stronghold. When she did not return at night, her father rode over to the Arlington homestead, and learn- ed with horror that she had not been there. At once the alarm was spread, and the set- tlers and soldiers joined in the search ; but morn- ing, came and no tidings were had of the missing rl, o Then a scout discovered the strange trail of the bandit party, and with it was mingled the hoof-tracks of Ruth’s horse, and it was known that she was captured, But by whom? That was the vexi uestion, and in almost despair her father hi a scouting party, and followed the trail. But, after half a day’s journey it was lost on the prairie by fresher and larger trails, and they knew not which way to go. At length they took the trail leading south- ward, and came upon a hunting-party of In- dians, whom the impetuous colonel at once at- tacked. After the loss of two soldiers and a dozen of the red-skins, if was discovered that they were not the guilty kidnappers, and in despair Colo- nel Radcliff ordered a return to the fort, hoping against hope that his by aig might have re- turned, or been discovered by some of the other aide aad ie had gone forth in search of the miss- in en. But, after an absence of several days, the sorrowing father found.that no trace of poor Ruth could be found, and almost heart-broken, he could do no more than to again send forth spies and scouts, offering a large reward for any tidings of the maiden. The evening of the fourth day since the dis- appearance of Ruth was Sppereaying and with nervous tread, hands ¢ behind him, and head bent down, Colonel cliff was pacing to and fro in front of. his quarters, when a wild shout startled him from his reverie. Glancing quickly up he saw two horsemen approaching him at a gallop, and behind the one mounted upon a superb black horse he caught sight of a girlish form and long flutter- i Kirt skirt. » Rstartae forward, for he was weak from very joy, he caught in his outstretched arms his re- stored danghter, who, with a flood of joyous tears, laid her head upon her father’s breast. A. few words then told all, and Prairie Pilot and Bravo Bob having dismounted, were pre- sented to the colonel by. the happy Ruth. ‘‘T have heard of you, sir, ere I came West; and often since I have been on the border—you are a scout, I believe?” and the colonel grasped the hand of Prairie Pilot. «cc I am sir. ” “ And Thave much to thank you for, and you, too, my friend, more than I can ever repay; but still, I can give you a position with me, sir, and your companion, too. 5 “Will you aqney® the position of chief of scouts for this post?” ; f “Colonel Radcliff, I did but my duty, sir, toward your daughter. .I deserve no thanks or reward for it. Iam a scout, a guide, a hunter, anything that men choose to call me, and so is my friend, Bravo Bob. ‘““As you offer mea pesision with you, I ac- cept it, but as no reward for my services. Yet Bob, here, must be second to me in rank, for to him is due the greater praise, if to any one.” ‘*You shall both remain with me, for Iam not pleased with either of the scouts or guides now at the post—at least there are none of them fit for leaders, and I came hither for work.” Thus it was decided, and Prairie Pilot and Bravo Bob at once were installed in their new quarters, greatly to the please of all at the the settlers, who were glad to feel that two such famous scouts were to be in their midst, for afar off was echoing the rum- ble of an Indian war, which the attack of Colo- nel. Radcliff a few days before upon an inno- cent. band—at least innocent of the charge of kidnapping Ruth—had done much to kindle into flame. Then again the Hermit Chief and his outlaw band were beginning to grow daily more bold and troublesome, and the settlers, as well as the soldiers, were preparing for stirring times. With the greatest joy Ida Arlington welcomed her friend ck, and the two maidens held a long talk together over the adventures of Ruth, who told Ida how noble and brave was the Prairie Pilot. “He certainly is the handsomest man I ever sav not excepting my splendid Rafael,” said da. “He is, indeed, and Bravo Bob is a splendid fellow, too, If it were not for Rafael Randolph I believe you would love him, Ida—” ‘As you do his friend, Prairie Pilot, eh?’ ‘* Nonsense, Ida,” and Ruth’s face turned crimson. ‘Well, I predict that it will not be ‘nonsense, Ida,’ and that, you will love the scout as dearly as he loves you—” ** Loves me?” ‘Yes, how could he help it? But, I declare, Ruth, how strange it is that we two, who were belles in New York, should slight the city beaux and find men to love on the frontier of the far West!” ‘* Strange, but true, Ida.” “ Ha! you admit it, then?’ “T admit that I never saw a man who held the influence over me which the Prairie Pilot, does, and yet I do not even know his name.” “Well, I hope true love will run smooth in both cases, and that you can marry your hero next fall, when I do Rafael.” ‘“What! do you intend to marry so soon, Ida?” ‘* Yes; I have told my father all, and when Rafael visits us in a month or two, as he said he would, and proves all I hope of him, we will be married.” are Why, it is only a few weeks since you met ff « but you remember he saved my life, when that Indian chief seized me and bore me away from ea when I refused to become Mrs. Big- ear-with-the-long-claw.” True, he saved your life, and is a handsome fellow, and thoug oppanentiy a little wild, seemed to be a good fellow; but, do you know him, or aught of him?’ “Ruth, he says he is the son of a wealthy trader in Texas, and, fond of a life on the plains, is his father’s business agent out here. We trav- eled two weeks together, you know, coming West, and I feel that I know Rafael thoroughly. Certain it is that I love him.” “T hope you will find him all you believe him to be, Ida—but—but—” “Ruth, what do you know of the Prairie Pilot?” Y “Nothing,” and as she replied Ruth Radcliff’s face became crimson, for she felt that the tables had been turned upon her, when she was. mor- alizing with Ida upon loving a young man who had joined their caravan by accident, for Rafa- el Randolph had been riding along over the pane one night when there suddenly flitted by im two dark forms. . A.cry, & woman’s voice, sent him in chase, and a desperate encounter with a huge In- dian chief of the Sioux, he had slain him and rescued Ida Arlington from his power, for, a hunter for the train going West, he had seen and loved the maiden, whom he had seized and borne away with him. From that night Rafael Randolph continued on with the train, until it neared Blue Water settlement, when he left, taking a southern trail and promising before long to see the beauti
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girl whom he had rescued from a fearful fate, and who had promised to become his wife, Thus it was that both Ruth and Ida had met with a strange and thrilling adventure, and both learned to love the men who had rescued them from their danger. CHAPTER X. PRAIRIE PILOT AT BAY. Tur hope of the maidens, ‘“ that their true love would run ge ” was certainly not realized in the case of Ruth, for her father Colonel Radcliff, was a keen-sighted man, and it took him a very short while to discover not only that Prairie Pilot loved his daughter with all the strength of his strong nature, but also that she returned that love; for, a deep reader of human nature, the colonel read Ruth’s secret, while others only suspected it. True, the scout was a gentleman, and certain- ly a thoroughly educated one, and his manners were as pollahed as those of any society beau; but then, over his life hung a mystery, and his real name was not even known at the fort. On entering upon his duties as chief of scouts, Prairie Pilot at once set to work to discipline his force, and soon had under his command as brave and efficient a set of hunters, guides and scouts as any fort could desire, and his services to the commandant soon became invaluable. But then, he had been engaged to scout, not to make love, and Colonel Radcliff could not forgive him the offense of loving his daughter. pon the part of Prairie Pilot, he seemed ever on the Nook-out to serve the interests of the fort and settlement, and though he now and then passed a leisure hour with Ruth, he never neglected a single duty, and day and night seemed constantly in the saddle. Seeming to realize fully the danger ahead, for rumors of Indian troubles were u ) breeze, Prairie Pilot urged Colonel cliff to strengthen his defenses, and also to organize the settlers into a kind of military reserve, while they also strengthened their own houses for a state of siege in case of attack. Colonel cliff acted promptly upon all the suggestions of Prairie Pilot, for he perfect confidence in him; but, between the two there seemed to exist a restraint, noticeable from their first meeting upon the part of the scout. At length Colonel Radcliff heard a rumor in cireulation, that Prairie Pilot and Ruth were destined to make a match, and this so angered him that he forbade Ruth to see the scout alone again. This command the colonel believed was obeyed, until one afternoon he beheld the two lovers quietly walking together upon the river-bank. This so infuriated the father, that he seized Ruth by the shoulder and rudely bade her go to her quarters, and then, turning to the scout, said, angrily: “Pye a mind, sir, to lay my sword over your shoulders, for your presuming to—” ‘T advise you not to attempt it, Colonel Rad- cliff, for I am not always a patient man,” was the cool ea of the scout. In a frenzy o , Colonel Radcliff drew his sword, and, to forbear, he raised the weapon, as though to strike the scout. Instantly it was seized, dragged violently from his band and hurled into the river, where it sunk from sight. “Ho! ho! the guard!” yelled the maddened officer, and two soldiers, on duty a short dis- tance away, ran rapidly toward him. — ; “Behold yonder mutineer! Take him pris- oner.” ' The soldiers advanced in surprise to obey, when the stern, ringing voice of the scout caused them to halt: : ‘* Hold! men, if you advance on me you peril our lives,” “Father, oh, father, be noble, be generous, for you are forgetting yourself. That man saved me from a terrible fate,” cried Ruth, seiz- ing the arm of her parent, who was wild with rage. “But he heeded her not, and throwing her roughly aside, cried in loud tones: : “Attention! shoot that man down in his ad The soldiers hesitated, and loud the order rung out; “Do you hear! shoot him down like a dog!” The Prairie Pilot, after omg the sword of his commander into the river, had folded his arms upon his broad breast, and bod calm and uiet; e eye rangin om Colone - aif to the ore Sidions, —~ then falling oe Ruth, while his face wore an expression rather of sorrow than anger. m every. the cry of Ruth for him The Phantom Spy. At the colonel’s order to the soldiers, his arms dropped from across his breast, and his right hard aceted upon the butt of a revolver, while his eyes flashed fire. At the second order to the troopers they raised their guns as if to obey, when sudden! the revolver of Prairie Pilot leaped from i holster, two rapid reports followed, and the two unfortunate men fell dead in their tracks. For an instant there fell upon all a silence of death, and then came a cry of alarm from the fort, and Ruth rushed toward Prairie Pilot. “You have killed them, but it was to save your own life. Fly now while you can, Yon- der is your horse; fly while you can! For my sake, go!” “T will 0, for it were certain death to re- main. Ruth, we shall meet again. Farewell.” So saying the scout gave a shrill call, and ann acer dashed to his side, for he had been easting himself upon the luxurious grass that grew upon the river bank. Colonel Radcliff rushed forward as if to de- tain him, but with a bound Prairie Pilot was in his saddle—a wave of his hand to Ruth, and with the speed of a bird he was away and soon lost to sight in the timber. : Frenzied by what had happened, Colonel Rad- cliff was almost beside himself, and loudly or- dered men to start in pursuit and bring 5 thn rapt: basen roe aA % ough surpr at the order, it was prom ly obeyed, and a score of fleet horsemen started in rapid pursuit, an Indian warrior, one of the scout’s own men, the trail and leading the troopers in full chase of a man whom, an hour before, all in the fort looked upon re- spected next to Colonel Radcliff himself. CHAPTER XI, EXILED, LATE at — following the ig Bi the flight of Prairie Pilot, the pursuing squadron return completely used up, and the officer in comman presented himself before Colonel Radcliff and reported that it was impossible to overtake the scout, who pene 6 t, who had trated the hostile Indian country, and to follow him with the he had would have been madness. Still angry after the occurrence of the day, Colonel cliff paced to and fro in moody si- lence for awhile, and then said: “By heaven! he shall not escape me; I will either have that man or he will be killed by the dians—” “What is his crime, sir?’ ventured Captain Claude Ashland, the young and gallant officer who had gone in pursuit of the scout, and who, by the way, was over head and ears in love with Ruth himself. “Crime, Captain Ashland? His crime is that he has dared to love my ae ce ‘ The captain winced, and his face flushed, as he muttered to himself: ’ “T thought as much, and the fair Ruth has dared to return it.” But he said aloud: Ns | heard something about his killing two sol- di sir. «Yes, he shot down two ingepers incold es after he had jerked my sword from my han and thrown it into the river.” ** A queer way to win the consent of a nt to love daughter,” thought Captain Atiand, but he said: What motive could he have had for such an act?’ “Indeed, sir! “Motive! Motive, sir? Tl tell you. Asa scout, the hanger-on of a fort, he dared to love Ruth, and meeting him with her I threatened to lay my sword upon him, when, egad! he advised me not to do so, ‘**T disregarded his advice, and the result was as lrelated. Then I called ye and, two troopers coming to my aid, I e them seize the mutineer ; but he warned them off, and I ordered them to shoot him down, and before they could obey, by heaven! he shot the pair of them through the brain, killing them instantly.” Now Claude Ashland was a fine fellow and a human man, and his sympathy went out for the poor soldiers, and then for the scout, whom he greatly admired; next he felt for poor Ruth, whom he dearly loved, although he knew his love was hopeless. But for Colonel Radcliff he felt no apmnpatty whatever, and his mental decision was—‘‘It served gn et : Claude left the room, and seeking his own quarters, his mess were soon in possession of the facts, and Colonel Radcliff was universally condemned for his action in the unfortunate affair, and the cool courage of the scout spoken of in terms of admiration. With, the early dawn of the following da 7 Bravo Bob arrived at the fort, having been o for several days on bb ctntg 53 expedition, and into his ears was poured the tale of horror. Now Bravo Bob was somewhat inclined to pro- fanity, when aroused, and he commenced a strin of oaths that carly. frightened those who had told him of the affair, _ After somewhat cooling off he boldly sought the quarters of his commander, who at the time was enjoying, in moody silence, his breakfast, 5 with red and swollen eyes seated apposite im, ** Colonel Radcliff, as you have driven my com- rade from the camp, I have come to tender my resignation as scout also,” abruptly said Bob, as he was ushered into the breakfast-room. “The departure of Prairie Pilot should in no way urge your leaving, Bravo Bob,” replied the colonel, blandly, for he did not care to lose his two best men, and wished to retain him as his chief of scouts, if in his power. ‘Tt does interest me, sir, s0 much that TI leave the post within the hour.” a hi remain, Bob, you will be the chief - scouts, in the place of the traitor and mur- erer— “Hold! Colonel Radcliff! Do not call Prairie Pilot a traitor and a murderer. He is as trueas steel to friend or foe, and in killing the two troopers he but defended his own life, which any man may do. nee No, sir, Ido not care to be chief of scouts at ‘* But where will you go, for all around us the Indians are on the war-path, and hostilities must soon commence here _ “True, sir; but I am not afraid of the red- skins, and besides I will be near at hand, and where I can give you warning, for I will scout for the settlement, for every true man is needed now. ** You speak the truth, and I am glad we shall not wholly lose your services. If you need a friend at any time come to me; but, as for orl mutinous comrade, I have arranged that his race shall be soon run out.” “ How so, Colonel Radcliff?” “ Here, sir, read this,” and the officer handed Bravo Bob a paper, who took it and read: “Brior WATER Mruirary Post, “ July 6th, 1853, } “ Special Order No. 36. “Tt is hereby ordered that one Prairie Pilot, a scout and guide on the plains and in the mountains on the Western frontier, is from this day an exile from all the forts, military stations and settle- tha aug he Sada ang at the bose nad, i Vv ST eet soy sor, shen = _ orde any settler, soldier, scout, hunter, or Indians friendly to the whites oF aiding said Prairie Pilot shall be dealt with moat ‘Also, for the head of Prairie Pilot, dead or alive, is offered the sum of one thousand dollars. “ By order of ARTHUR RADCLIFF, * Colonel Commanding.” “This ought to catch him, or starve him, colo- nel,” said Bravo Bob, with half a sneer upon his handsome face. “That order is not all, scout, for I intend to dispatch scouts up and down the frontier to all other posts, with a special request from me that other commanding officers will issue. like orders.” P “That ought to get him, colonel,” replied Bravo Bob, and if Colonel Radcliff saw the sneer upon the scout’s face he said nothing about it; but Ruth saw it, and also read there a look of confidence in the powers of Prairie Pilot to evade all attempts to capture him, and it gave her on After a few more moments of conversation Bravo Bob saluted the colonel, bowed politely to Ruth, and left theroom. Half an hour after, he left the fort carrying with him his own traps and those left by Prairie Pilot, the exiled scout. CHAPTER XII, i mathe Pwr: THE morning after the flight of the prisoners from the bandit stronghold the camp was early astir, and the relief-guard sent to the outer end of the chasm, whick. being a secret entrance was never Considered worthy of a large force to watch and protect it, _Upon arriving at the place all was at once ex- citement, for the dead body of one of the was discovered, while his companion, pale and ‘ weary-looking, paced nervously to and fro, his rifle in hand. ‘‘What means this?’ asked Captain Ralph, who was leaving the eae by the chasm passage, accompanied by a hundred of his
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8 Beadle’s Half-Dime Library. men, whom he was leading in chase of the train of which the Prairie Pilot had been the guide. “Tt means, Captain Ralph, that I was attack- ed here last night, and poor Watson slain; but after a sharp skirmish I managed to drive off my foes.” ** Who were they—Indians or whites?” “They were white men. After Watson was killed I retreated into yonder gulch, and they kept me there for fully half an hour, when at last they retreated.” ‘““Why did you not summon aid, sir?” “How could I, captain? Watson was killed in the first charge and I was forced back into the gulch; besides, I thought you would hear the firing.” ‘* No, the roar of the fall doubtless drowned the sound. What do you say, sir?’ he contin- ued, turning to a horseman who dashed up, hay- ing just come through the tunnel way. 2 a né Prairie Pilot and the girl have escaped, sir “A thougand furies! Is this so?” ‘* Yes, sir; they are not in their caves, and the rifle and arms of the scout are also gone,” Antonio disarmed the unfortunate guard, and marched him away, while Captain Ralph and his men started in rapid pursuit of the Prairie Pilot and Ruth. Through the long chasm the guard was led by Antonio, the man who had brought the in- formation to iy ae Ralph of the escape of the prisoners, until the plateau was reached, and an excited crowd were there gathered, discussing a, flight of the daring scout. bserving that their comrade, Martin, was a prisoner, for his hands were bound, many questions were asked by the bandits; but in si- lence Antonio continued on his way across the oes to where, in a clump of trees, stood a arge and comfortable-looking log cabin. Around the house were growing a number of fragrant flowers, and around the columns that supported the piazza, running the full length of the Font, were vines, entwined so as to form a shady arbor. A wide hallway ran through the house, which had four rooms in it, those on the right side be- ing used for sleeping, and the two on the left | of the hallway were a kitchen and dining-room. RI MMB 4 P ir ft ¥ a y rtp fa y an ‘““Then there is a traitor in camp. Martin, this looks black for you,” and the young leader looked suspiciously at the guard, who turned ae co ‘Well, we must not linger here, but strike the trail of the scout. Down the hill there, some of you, and see if you can find any traces of their flight.” Half a dozen men obeyed the order and soon returned to report that the fresh tracks of two horses were visible, and that the trail led up the valley. ¢f ih is as I expected. Antonio!” “Well, senor?” and a dark-faced, black-eyed Mexican rode forward and saluted. ‘Take this man, Martin, back to the Hermit Chief, and relate the particulars as you know them.” “Yes, senor.” “Also say that I have gone on the trail of the prisoners, andif I find I cannot overtake them, will then branch off after the train.” “Yes, senor,” and again saluting his leader, EXAMINING THE CREVICES IN THE WALL OF ROCK, PRAIRIE PILOT FOUND O NE THAT LOOKED INTO THE ADJOINING CAVERN, | For that out-of-the-way place, and the home | of a bandit chief, the house was a most com- | fortable one, and neatly furnished, while its whole aspect proved that a woman’s hand gov- erned the outlaw household. From the piazza in front a view of the plateau could be seen, with the waters rushing over the fall, the cabins of the band, and the valleys below, all together making a picturesque scene. Upon the piazza, sea’ in a large and easy chair, was a striking-looking man, engaged in gazing restlessly over the scene laid ont betons His form was large and commanding, his com- wean dark, his eyes black and fiery, and his air and beard long, and as white as snow, though his general aoe scarcely indica- ted that he was more than sixty years of age. Though venerable-looking, there was not that halo in his face which frequently comes with old age and white hair; but, instead, a stern look haunted the mouth, and a restless, cruel glitter trembled in the eyes. He was dressed in a blue blouse suit, and hang- ing upon one arm of the chair was a belt con- taining two revolvers and a knife. Upon the other arm of the chair was a broad straw hat encircled by a gold cord. Upon the little finger of his left hand glittered a single diamond of great value, and around his neck hung a huge chain of massive gold, at- tached toalarge hunting-case watch of costly make, Altogether he was a remarkable-looking man, and none*eed look to him for mercy were his inclinations against clemency. “Tone!” he suddenly called out, in a stern, ringing voice. ‘Yes, father,” and the young girl, already known to the reader, came forth upon the piaz- za from one of the inner rooms. “T wish you would mount Specter and make a circuit on the prairie and see if there is any trace of that train, to which the Prairie Pilot belonged, for I have more confidence in you than in all my scouts, whites and red-skins.” ‘* Shall I go at once, father?’ ‘*-Yes—curse that fellow, I would give a good Yd Gp ig ie Ly > th Yjz4 deal to know how he escaped. I wish I had had him shot, yesterday - i And thus the old Hermit Chief went on mut- tering imprecations against Prairie Pilot for half an hour before the news had been brought him of the escape of the scout and Ruth. A few moments more and Ione dashed by on her white steed, and once more clad in her ghost- ly costume, which looked weird even in the bright light of the sun. ‘Yes, she is true to me, and so is Ralph; but who else can I trust? im | am getting along in years now, and must soon give up this outlaw life, and then in some foreign capital I will luxuriate on the gold I have won. - “Gold I have in vast quantities, but not yet enough—no not enough! I must have more, and then I can live like a prince. Like a prince, did omy? Like a king I mean, for am Fnot king ere “ And that girl—who can she be? “TI certainly have seen her face before, and
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The Phantom Spy. last night I saw it in my dreams, over and over n. ‘“‘ She is a proud and fearless creature too, for I could not intimidate her. ‘‘And she must be the daughter of some one high in authority, or else she would have given her name; but curse that scout! I would givea score of lives for his single one,” and thus the old chief muttered on, running from one subject to another, until suddenly he descried Antonio and the bound guard approaching. ‘““ Well, who have we here? Ah! Antonio, the man I sent after Ralph with the news of the escape. Well, Antonio, what has Martin been doing that you have him bound?” ‘Senor chief, the senor capitan bade me bring the guard back and tell you that his companion on duty last night was killed, and—” ‘Speak, scoundrel, and answer for yourself!” | the infuriated old chief. In trembling tones the frightened bandit told the same story wkich he had related to Captain Ralph, and when he had finished, he saw that there was no hope for him in this life. ‘* Antonio, bind that traitor to yonder post sy A \ A\\ AS —there! Now summon the people in front of my cabin, and we will get rid of one man who would betray us.” CHAPTER XIII. AN OUTLAW EXECUTION, AntTONIO, the Mexican, was a sub-officer un- der the Hermit Chief, and commanded the stronghold defenses; hence he was willing that Martin should be executed, so as to turn the tide ot wrath from himself, He therefore at once departed to obey the orders of his chief, and, left alone with the old man, the doomed bandit. implored for mercy, and made a full confession of the facts of the case. But the old Hermit Chief cruelly laughed in his face, and sneered forth: 4 : ‘* How did he get his arms from this cabin? tell me that, sir traitor?” “ T know not, chief; I have told you the whole truth.” Chief knew no such word as mercy, and the people of the stronghold beginning to assemble, r Martin ceased his entreaties, and tried to ome calm and indifferent to his fate. Soon all were assembled, a motley group of men, women and children, among whom were Americans, Irish, Mexicans, Germans, negroes and Indians. With the women were a few miserable-look- ing whites, some of them captives, perhaps, dragged down to a life of crime, and a few who had followed their evil husbands into outlawry ; but the most of the females were Indian squaws. In high glee, for they reveled in bloodshed, the wild crowd came together, and with eager looks feasted their appetites for the horrible Spee ie pale, but now caln, face of the doomed rd. “Antonio, pick out your men, and when I gre ae signal let that traitor meet his just ate.” ‘*'Yes, senor.” The condemned man was then led to one side, and placed with his back toward the cliff, the crowd forming three sides of a hollow square + lil Mil by Ww i | ' ]) f Vf UH 9 ‘““What means this execution, father?” she said, hastily. “Why have you returned so soon, Ione?” eva- sively answered the chief. “T was chased back by a band of mounted Sioux—” “Ha! how many, girl?” ** About half a cinared ** No need for us to fear them, but—” ‘Father, why has Martin been executed? He was one of the best men in the band.” “So I believed him; but he proved a traitor and aided the prisoners to escape,” and the chief told Ione of the occurrence on the outpost, and the death of the other guard. “Still he might have been innocent,” urged the maiden. ‘‘ No, he stole the scout’s arms from my room—” “What! have you forgotten you made me a present of those weapons?” and Ione’s face turn- ed pale. “B Heaven! you are right, girl. confident that the guard was a traitor.’ “‘T do not believe it; the escape of Prairie Pilot was certainly most mysterious; but I do Still, Tam J with that promptness and discipline which fre- | not believe one person in this camp aided him,” quent experience in a like taught them. “* Now, traitor, beg for your life,” called out the old Hermit Chief, still comfortably seated in his easy-chair, “I will not give you the pleasure of hearing me beg for the lit myself,” firmly responded the outlaw. ‘Ha! he has pluck, then. Antonio, watch my signal.” ** Yes, senor.” Erect and defiant stood the condemned man his eyes gazing as it were far into the past, and his face brave and stern. Raising his hands, the old chief glanced first at the half-dozen riflemen, selected as the exe- cutioners, and then upon the victim. Then with a loud clap his hards came together, and a volley of firearms followed. Without a moan, or a word, Martin, the out- law guard, fell dead, just as Tone dashed rapid- eadly drill had e which I have madea curse to | and JIoné entered the cabin, feeling sad at the | thought that her having taken the scout’s arms to him had caused the execution of a man who was doubtless guiltless of the crime of which he was charged, Though for years the occupant of an outlaw camp, fone was not evil at heart, for she hardly knew the enormities committed by the band, and believed rather what the old chief told her, that he and his men were a persecuted set. Thus believing, and feeling that her father knew best, Ione did all she could for the good of the band, and in her spectral m uerade was wout to spy out the movements 0 trains and find out the strength of settlements believing that it was a just war that was waged. “3 she grew older she had her misgivings, and would frequently converse with her brother Ralph upon the subject; but he was wont to say: “We were once far different, Ione, when we were mere children; but I can not remember all But in vain the man pleaded, for the Hermit } ly up, her horse covered with sweat and foam. | the past.
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Sa eS Se ee H i FS { i i! } Ss a * Suara. 2 Se ESE SS tr eS it 10 “Our father is kind to us, and he has been driven from civilization—why, I know not, so let us do all we can to cheer him. “He will not last long, for he is failing, and I fear some crime rests heavy upon him. ‘““When he is gone we will give up this wild, outlaw life, and together seek a home where we are unknown, and can live in quiet, respected by those around us,” This conversation would cheer Ione, and, some- how, Ralph would feel better after it, for though he was a stern leader, and a dashing, fearless fellow, he had never been cruel, and seemed to shun acts of cruelty. Of late he had been strangely remiss in lead- ing raids, and his men wondered at the change coming over their youthful leader, Still, he was a severe disciplinarian, and knew that his lawless band must be ruled with a hand of iron, or they would bring ruin se them- selves, and therefore there was no unbending of his nature toward his followers, who feared him almost as much as they did his grim old father. CHAPTER XIV. A STARTLING SURPRISE. True to his promise, Rafael Randolph, the lover of Ida Arlington, appeared in the Blue Water settlement, and was presented to his ex- pectant father-in-law. Old Amos Arlington thought him a little wild- looking, perhaps, ‘but was soon won over by the genial and frank manner of the young man, and gave his consent for Ida to marry him when he should next visit the settlement, which would be in two weeks, for Rafael Randolph had busi- ness, he said, which would cal! him East about that time, and wished to take with him his young bride. The two weeks rolled quickly away to the happy Ida, who was aided in her preparations for the momentous event by her friend, Ruth Radcliff, who passed a great deal of her time in the settlement, for she liked not her father’s moody manner, she told her friend. Perhaps, too, she was anxious to see Bravo Bob often also, and learn from him if he had any news of Prairie Pilot, from whom no one had heard since his flight from the fort. But, though Bravo Bob was an untiring scout, and notwithstanding the presence of hostile In- dians raiding through the country, he was con- tinually going off alone on scouting e tions, ke Sa never tell her anything about his com- rade. He had even gone to the Ceol i where the traders’ train had safely arrived, hoping to find Prairie Pilot there; but, no: all that had been heard of the famous scout there was the bran of exile that had been passed against him, and which both Scalp-lock Dave and Yankee Sam condemned in profane terms, for they said: “He weren't the feller to be branded like a mad-dog, an’ was a sight better man than the feller that did it.” It was a sad disappointment to Ruth when no news could be gained of her lover; but she would not yield to the general belief, that he had been killed by the Indians or outlaws, but hoped against hope that she would see him again. - ain, wounded or captive Indians would re- port that a white horseman was wont to dog them by night, and frequently ride upon their camps, pouring upon them a destructive fire from a many-shooting rifle; but that they never saw him in the daytime, and he knew not his haunts. - a That this strange horseman was Prairie Pilot not only Ruth, but Bravo Bob felt confident, and they were the more convinced of it when on several occasions an arrow had been fired into the inclosure of the fort, containing a notice, or warning of some move of the Indians or out- laws, and written in a bold hand. Neither Ruth nor Bravo Bob had ever seen Prairie Pilot’s writing, but they were assured that they came from him. What Colonel Radcliff thought none knew; but, certain it is, that when he heeded not the first silent messenger of warning, and disaster befell a squadron of his troopers, he afterward had full confidence in the others, and acted ac- cordingly—the result of which was that serious trouble was often averted. Promptly at the end of the two weeks Rafael Randolph again appeared in the Blue Water settlement, splendidly mounted and armed, and handsomely attired in a suit of dark-blue cloth. He found a warm greeting from both Ida and her father, and a cordial welcome from Ruth, who had begun to like the young man more than she at first supposed she would. Beadle’s Half-Di Bravo Bob also took a fancy to the young trader, and the two were constantly together during the day that was to usher in the wed- ding-evening. To the marriage of his daughter Amos Arling- ton had invited the officers and ladies of the fort, and a number of his friends among the settlers, so that his capacious cabin was filled to overflowing. At length the expectant bride and groom en- tered the parlor, Bravo Bob and Ruth Radcliff having consented to act as ‘‘best man” and bridesmaid. Ida was dressed in a neat traveling suit, and looked perfectly lovely and happy, while Ruth was also pesouain gry attired, and tried t6 appear joyful, but a sad look haunted her beautiful eyes. The groom, whose handsome appearance was the admiration of all, was attired in his well- fitting dark suit, and yet his face was strange- ly stern and pale for one on the eve of mar- riage. : Bravo Bob, in a handsome new suit of buck- skin, also came in for his share of admiration, and remarked that if he were to draw lots for either Ruth or Ida, he would be perfectly hap- py with whichever one. he won—and so other young gallants then) While they greatly en- vied ael Randolph. As for Colonel Radcliff, a dark scowl rested upon his face, and in his heart he cursed Rafael Randolph, for he also had loved the beautiful eer and had hoped to one day make her his wife. Within the cabin all seemed brightness and joy—without the wind howled mournfully, and a <— storm was rolling up from the east- ward. While the marriage ceremony was being per- formed by the chaplain of the fort, a horseman rode cautiously into the settlement, and glanced = upon the bright scene enacted at Amos Arling- n’s. Suddenly he started visibly, and sprung to the ground, walking rapidly toward the cabin. Entering the door he forced himself through the surprised crowd, and called out in a voice clear and ringing: “Hold! is marriage is a sacrilege! That man is Captain Ralph, the young chief of the -outlaws!” A wild ery from Ida, a bitter oe on from Rafael Randolph, and cries o i mingled with expressions of sorrow filled the room. Then, above all, was heard the clear voice of Bravo Bob: ‘Prairie Pilot, by the goes above!” ‘Yes, and God knows et I was not here sooner to save that poor girl— Hold! Ralph, the outlaw, you cannot get away. Move one step and you shall die,” and the revolver of the scout covered the breast of the young man, who, e as death, folded his arms and stood in si- ence, . “Oh, say he is not an outlaw, and I will bless you! Tell me he is not such as you say,” im- plored Ida, ea her hands, and gazing im- ploringly into the scout’s face. “He is what I say, poor girl, and, Colonel Radcliff, if you will place him under arrest you shall have proof of my words within the week.” “ Ay, I will put him under arrest, and you also,” and Colonel Radcliff called to his officers present to rally round him, ‘Back! back, I say, or, before God, some of ou shall die! and, with a revolver in each nand, Prairie Pilot backed from the room sprung out of the cabin, and the next moment had flung himself upon his steed and was flying away like the wind, leaving behind him a scene of wildest tumult. CHAPTER XV. AN UNWELCOME DISCOVERY. SEVERAL days pee after the unfortunate marriage, which bound poor Ida Arling- ton to an outlaw, and still the sad affair was the eneral theme of conversation among the sol- = and settlers, and the maiden was pitied by But, true to her love, Ida Arlington refused to believe the charge against her husband, and though he was held as a prisoner in the fort, she daily visited him, conveying with her deli- cacies made with her own hands. In her sorrow Ruth gave her her full pars pathy, and did all she could to cheer her; but in her heart, she felt that Rafael Randolph was none other than Captain Ralph, the young leader of the outlaw band, who acknowledged the Her- mit Chief as its ruling spirit. me Library. Though the evil tidings had been brought by the Prairie Pilot, Colonel Radcliff believed every word of it, and a hope arose in his heart that Ida might yet become his wife, when her sor- rowing for her bandit-lover was over. A week nearly had Boe by sinee the impri- sonment of Captain ph, and Colonel Rad- cliff was moodily pacing to and fro, as was his wont, in front of his quarters. Presently an officer approached him, accom- panied by a man, who led a horse by the rein. “Well, Ashland, who have you there?” “The bearer of private dispatches to you, col- onel, he says.” g Vis, sur; ’m afthur having a letther for yer honor, sur; an’ its moighty important, I was tould to say,” replied the man, who was an odd-looking but shrewd fellow, that looked as if he could take care of himself in a tight place. Taking from an inner pocket of his well-worn suit a large envelope heavily sealed, he handed it to Colonel Radeliff, who hastily broke the seal and glanced at the contents. Instantly his face turned deadly pale, and the young officer asked, quickly: ** Aye there ill tidings, colonel?” “No, Ashland, no; my man, I will accompany you; and, captain, you will command until my return. to venture out of the fort not order an escort for you?” I am only going a short dis- ‘Are you goin alone, sir? Shall ip reece as | the river. “You will be afther ing him there, sur, a the big tree,” and the Irishman came to a Without a word in reply Colonel Radcliff rode on, and soon discovered a tall form stand- ing beneath the shadow of an overhanging tree. t was the Hermit Chief, and his face was cold and stern. “Well, Arthur, you have come?” said the deep tones of the old outlaw chief. “Yes, L have come; but in God’s name what do you here?” replied Colonel Radcliff, glancing iciously around. “We are alone, Arthur; you need fear no in- 333 3 You came without an escort?” es “Tt is well—it will avoid. trouble should they meet my men.” “Your men? what mean you?” - “T mean, Arthur, that changes have come to both of us since last we met. You are the com- mandant on this border, while I am—” ‘“What?” asked the officer, as the other paused. “The Hermit Chief!” ‘*Good God! are you that monster? Have you come to that?” “Steady, boy, steady! Your tongue has ee ts leash and pat oning wildly. ‘Yes, after I left the States, you know why, I had to plot and counterplot to keep from starving; so I came West, and circumstances made me a robber-chief.” “A fit termination to your guilty acts of 7a ago; but why do you seek me here? is not e bond between us severed?” ‘No, ur, and it never can be,” somewhat sadly said the Hermit Chief, and then he contin- ued firmly: “*T came not here to ask ae of you, but to de- mand the release of my lieutenant, now your prisoner, for when I learned of his capture, then it was that I heard that Arthur Radcliff was the new commander of this new frontier post.” “Yes, and a short while ago you held in your power my daughter Ruth.” “Ha! now I recall the resemblance that so haunted me. Yes, she was captured by some of my ae rescued by that arch-fiend, the Prairie Pilot; but, Arthur, I must have Ralph Randolph—” ‘*What! is the outlaw prisoner in my power that youth?” cried Colonel Radcliff, in surprise. “Yes; do you think that I would allow that prize to slip through my fingers? Oh,no!” . “And the girl—” ‘Ts at my cabin, The two believe themselves my children—” . he ‘* My God! when will your villainies end?’ “Tn the grave.” The deep voice of the Hermit Chief was al- most reproachful as he uttered these words. anes an instant of silence, Colonel Radcliff
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The Phantom Spy. “And you desire the release of Ralph Ran- You cannot hang him!’ **T would not wish his blood on my hands. I have been wild, perhaps, and through if Oae in- fluence have been guilty of acts I would not re- eall; but Iam not wicked enough to take his life, if in my power to save him, Yet, how can it be done!” ** Easily, He was married to a young girl that. reaily loves him, Keep less strict guard over him and she will get him out,” **Tt shall be done. Now our businéss,ends, I PURROPE. “No; I must ask you to be less persevering in your attacks on my band—at least while I com- mand it, which will not be long,” “Thank God for that. Now our interview ends—” ‘Not quite. I desire you to witness one of our Outlaw executions,” _ “Indeed! Who is your victim now?’ sneer- ingly. asked the officer. ‘One for whom you seem to have a deadly hatred, men tell me. We heard where he had his retreat, and I sent men there, who luckil caught him while he was'fishing, and unsuspec ing of danger; but his splendid Horse: repea ing- rifle and belt of arms they did not find. _““To whom do you_refer?” somewhat impa- tiently asked Colonel Radcliff. “To the Prairie Pilot!” CHAPTER XVI. ON THE VERGE OF DEATH. Wuen the Hermit Chief made known who was his prisoner, Colonel Radcliff started, and op paclametion of surprised pleasure escaped is lips. “T thought it would be pleasant news to you; but darkness is coming on, and if you wish to see the Prairie Pilot hanged, we must hasten.” “T will go, for I wish that man out of the way. True, he has done me only kindnesses, but if he lives I feel that Ruth will become his wife in spite of all that I can do, And I am glad to have the affair taken off of my hands.” ** Doubtless; but come.” “ Leading the way, the Hermit Chief ascended the hill to the top of the bluff, where were visible in the gloom fully two-score of men, standing in ominous silence. “T would not be seen by your men; I will re- main here in the shadow of this tree,” said Col- onel Radcliff, halting. “As you please; when the show is over, ‘you know the way home, and we will await Ralph here. This note given to him will explain,” ‘‘T will see that he gets the note, and will do all I can to effect his esca Farewell.” The Hermit Chief half held out bis hand, but withdrew it instantly with a bitter laugh, and walked toward the group standing some hun- dred yards away. 3 : In the midst of that group was Prairie Pilot, his face pale and stern, his form erect, his eyes fasting defiance upon his foes. As the Hermit Chief had said, he had been surprised while fishing in the river for his even- ing meal, and when armed with only one re- volver and knite. ~ But he made a brave resistance, and it was only after a desperate struggle that he was se- cured, That his retreat was not far away his captors knew; but search as they might, no trace of it could be found, and they were compelled to come away with their prisoner, without having found his famous s , or secured his famous rifle and belt of arms. When the Hermit Chief advanced, there was a noose around the neck of Prairie Pilot, and the rope that was to drag him up to an ignominious death was thrown already across the limb of a tree above his head. Thus far the Hermit Chief had not seen his risoner, his capture having been reported to him while he was waiting for the coming of Colonel Radcliff, and with some curiosity he walked forward and iy into the noble, hand- some face of the scout. Involuntarily an exclamation of surprise arose to his lips; but it was checked by the manner of Prairie Pilot, whose eyes flashed fire, and face became livid, while every vein on his fore- head stood out like cords. ; Startled by his emotion,*the chief stepped back, and sternly ordered: ‘String him up! and quickly, too, or the devil may _ aid in his escape. A dozen men seized the end of the — and running off with it, the splendid form of Prairie Pilot was the next. moment dangling in the air, black with rage and pain. the handsome face Quickly the end of the rope was made fast to a small sapling, and a cheer broke from the crowd of bandits, as they felt that at last their untiring enemy was beyond doing therm further injury. ‘Bab as the cheer ended, a raphe rattle of rifle- shots came from over the bluff, and several out- laws fell dead in their tracks, Instantly there was the wildest excitement, and mounting in hot haste, while, believing that they were attacked by a body of troops, they dashed off at full speed, the Hermit, Chief at their head. As they disappeared in the gloom of the tim- ber, a horseman rode by like the wind, his steed springing over the d bodies of the outlaws, and his knee brushing against the swaying body of Prairie Pilot—the horseman was Colonel Ar- thur Radcliff, riding with all speed toward the fort, and leaving the ghastly scene behind him. CHAPTER XVII. COLONEL RADCLIFF’S STRATEGY. Wirth a feeling at his heart which he could nct account for, a sensation of joy that the hanging of the Prairie Pilot had’ been shifted from his conscience, and a joy that the scout was no longer an obstacle to some ambitious idea he had for Ruth, Colonel Radcliff stood watching the outlaw execution of the brave man whom he had exiled from the border, The sudden firing caused him hastily to spring into his saddle, and with surprise at the sudden and unexpected attack, he dashed away, for he did not care to be caught in such company. His path led him by the hanging scout, and he shuddered as the body swung against him and the staring eyes looked*down into his own. “God in heaven! I can never forget that look,” he cried, and he buried his spurs dpen into the sides of his horse and rushed on. Now and then he heard a shot behind him, back by the bluff; but he soon felt safe, and in an minutes more drew up at the gate of the ort. It was quite dark by the time he arrived, but the sentinel recognized his voice, and quickly opened the gate. Riding up to his quarters he threw his rein to his pers? and entered the cabin where sat Ruth and Ida, the latter weeping bitterly. “* Miss Ida, I would like to see you for a mo- ment. Will you come with me into my office?” he said, acnaly : In surprise Ida arose, and entering the room, the colonel motioned her to a seat. ‘*Miss Ida, I wished to see you alone, because Tam going to place myself in your power, as it were. Ida made no reply, only looked up with sur- prise, and the colonel continued: “You certainly were most unfortunate in be- stowing your love upon one who so grossly de- ceived you—but marriage is a lottery, and it is only after we enter upon it that we find out whe- ther we have drawn a prize or a blank. “But it is not my intention to moralize, but to act. Though you refused my love, I feel no ill-will, Ida, as I will prove. ‘**That you love, with your whole heart, your outlaw husband—” ‘* He is no outlaw, Colonel Radcliff—” ** Alas, I know that he is, Ida; but we will not argue that point; yet, certain it is, that if he remains here, he will have to die an ignomini- ous death, and I wish to save him.” “You, Colonel Arthur Radcliff, wish to save the life of one whom you say you kenow to be an outlaw chief?” “We will do much for those we love, Ida; but I do wish, for your sake, to save Captain Ralph, as he is called—are you brave enough to effect his escape?” “Oh, try me, and I will bless you.” _ “Twill try you. His horse is at your father’s, is he not?’ "es, sir,” “Very well; now you can remain in this room sg I leave, and in yonder closet you will fin one of my cloaks and a slouch hat— carry them in some way to the prisoner, and when you hear me talking with the sentinel out- side the guard-house, both of you leave and come hither; when it gets later, I will walk with a out of the inelosure, passing you by the sen- inel, who will think your companion some of the officers seei ou home.” “Oh! Colonel cliff, how can I thank you for this kindness?” f ‘“‘ By keeping my part in the affair an invio- late secret; but here, give this to your husband. It is a note from the old Hermit Chief.” Ida turned a shade paler, and held forth her | bent for the note, which the officer handed to ner. ‘* Now, Miss Ida, I will leave you, Be brave, be cool, and all will go well.” With a beating heart Ida seized the hat and cloak, and concealing them under her dress, she walked quickly to the guard-house, located in an isolated portion of the stockade inclosure, and guarded by a single sentinel, who, recog- nizing her, permitted her to enter, for such had been the. colonel’s orders. ‘Well, Stockton, how is your prisoner?” said Colonel Radcliff, approaching the sentirel a few moments after the maiden had entered the small cabin. ‘All right, sir.” “Stockton, what sound is that I hear in the timber?” “T hear no sound, sir,” replied the guard. “Your,ears are dull; come around here out of the wind and listen,” The sentinel at once obeyed, and after listen- ing awhile, said: ‘It’s from the settlement, sir—the settlers are having a good time, I guess.” “Yes, the sound must come from the settle- ment. Good-night, Stockton,” and Colonel Radcliff walked away, for when he came round in front of the guard-house, he beheld two forms some distance away hurryiug toward his quar- ters. An hour later, and Colonel Radcliff was walk- ing moodily back from the stockade gate, while Ida and the encaped pesonet were hurrying rapidly toward the settlement. As he reached his quarters, the relief guard approached, and in their midst was the sentinel, Stockton, his face white and scared, What is it, sergeant?” ‘**'The prisoner has escaped, sir.” ‘Hal when did this happen?” ““T do not know, I looked in when I relieved the gure just now, and the guard-house was emp ty ” said the sergeant. € hy, it is not an hour since I was there— was he within then, Stockton?” “Yes, sir, I heard him speak to the lady, whom I passed in just before you came up sir.” “By heaven! I have it—I called Stockton from his post for a moment or two, and they doubtless took that cppprinnity. to escape, and a short while since I passed the lady, and a per- son I su pppeed to be some escort from the settle- — ment, out of the “Release Stockton, sergeant, for it is my wee and not his. Send Captain Ashland to me at once. So saying Colonel Radcliff entered his quar- ters, and a few moments after the young cap- tain arrived, “Ashland, through a blunder of mine, it seems that the prisoner, Captain Ralph, has es- caped, and I wish you to take your company and go in pursuit. If you do not find him at the settlement, you had better return, for I do not wish you far yaa he these times.” The young otlicer obeyed his orders, and two hours after returned to report that Ida was at home, but that no trace of the prisoner could be ound. Colonel Radcliff appeared to be annoyed at his blunder, which had allowed his prisoner to escape; but, at heart, he rejoiced over the suc- cess of his strategy, and the able manner in which Ida had carried it out. CHAPTER XVITI. FRIENDS TO THE FRONT. WueEn Prairie Pilot stood before his captors, bound hand and foot, and with the hangman’s noose around his neck, he at last felt that his doom had come, for he saw no possible means of escape. Ere he expected, he was suddenly drawn bodi- ly into the air, and all seemed dark before him; but the rope was so twisted that the slip-knot got under his chin, and, still clinging to life, he pressed his chin with such force upon it, as to prevent its slipping down and choking him. Still his strength would soon give way, and also he was strangled considerably by the pres- sure of the rope on the veins of his neck. n Just at this moment he heard the rattle of rifle-shots, and a few loud yells, and, a moment after, his eyes met those of Colonel Radcliff, rushing by. , Then a darkness came over him; there was a roaring in his ears; his stren failed; the noose tightened around his neck, and he knew no more. : 2 : When he again opened his eyes, it was some moments before he could collect his senses, and he then saw that he lay with his feet toward bright fire, and kneeling upon each side of him
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12 a ~ were two forms—the one a maiden, the other a man, while two more forms stood erect beside the fire. The glassy film over his i hee soon d away, and he first recognized Bravo Bob, who was Ttarty rubbing his neck; then his gaze fell sae the maiden—it was Ione, the Phantom ! B ith surprise he then turned his eyes upon the men at the fire; one was Yankee Sam, the other Scalp-lock Dave. With a violent effort he suddenly raised him- self from his recumbent Position, while Bravo Bob warmly ejaculated, “‘Thank God!” “Yes, and you, too, I have to thank—for’ you have saved my life; now I remember all,” said Prairie Pilot, speaking with some difficulty, for his throat pained him severely. ‘You must not talk, old fellow, yet awhile; but listen, and I will tell you all,” and Bravo Bob offered the scout a k of liquor, from which he took a good draught, and then silently offered his hand to Sam, Dave and the maiden. “You see,” began Bravo Bob, “Iran upon a heavy trail, and tracking it up, I suddenly met with Yankee and Dave, here, who were on their way to the fort to offer for service in the Indian war. ‘*Of course we were all glad to meet each oth- er, and I proposed we should follow the trail to- gether, which we did. “We had not gone far before we ran upon this young lady, whom I at once recognized as the Phantom NPY, and before she could get away, I lassoed her horse, and we made her prisoner. : “Well, we rode on up the river, the trail growing fresher, and just about dark we heard a cheer, and a moment after came upon a sight that made us wild with rage. “That sight was the best man on these prai- ries hanging by the neck, and a score of outlaw civcetts ancing around him. ‘““We didn’t stop to count noses, but let in lively with our rifles and revolvers, and, hang me, if the whole party didn’t make tracks. “While the scare was upon them we dashed in, cut you down, and here you are as good as new, after a short rest.” “ Yes, to you I owe my life, my friends: but where are we, Bob?” ‘‘About five miles from the fort—in the An- telope valley.” . r ‘You have crossed the river, then and are in the hill country?” ‘“*Vas; we did not like to camp near your friends, the outlaws.” ‘“* A wise conclusion; but, Bob, you must do me another favor.” ‘*Name it, Prairie Pilot.” ‘Give this maiden into my charge; now I cannot tell you why.” “ will.” “Thank you: now let us camp here for the night; and in the cg ahaa 2 Sam, you and Dave can go on to the fort; but Iam going to beg that you will not mention having seen me, my rescue from death, or that you know anything about me.” “TIL be as ayes as a church on week days you bet; but I’m all-fired glad yer ain’t a dead jaan, I is,” said Yankee Sam, while Scalp-lock Dave replied: ‘An’ so isI. Yousee, pard, the times is dull now for guides, so we just struck over to the fort to raise Injun ha’r for the soldiers; but it’s i. darnation shame that sich a man as you be is liunted like a dog; but you’ll eyer find me yer friend.” “T know it, Dave, and some day I hope to prove how I appreciate the friendship of your- self and Sam.” Feeling that they would have a better chance to safely reach the fort in the darkness, Yankee Sam and Sealp-lock Dave expressed their deter- mination to at once set-out; so, bidding farewell ‘to Prairie Pilot and his companions, they moun- ted their horses and rode away. “Now let us go to my retreat, Bob. Though I could trust Sam and Dave, I could not let them know that secret—” ‘“‘Can you trust the girl?’ asked Bravo Bob, in a whisper. ‘With my life. Come.” A few moments more and the trio were on their way, Prairie Pilot having accepted Ione’s invitation to a seat with her on Specter, and which the noble animal seemed to care little for. os CHAPTER XIX. THE PRAIRIE FIGHT. TT peas after the hanging of Prairie i by outlaws, and the escape of Beadle’s Half:Dime Library. Captain Ralph. Daiiy matters were becoming more complicated upon the border, for the In- dians had taken to the war-path along the whole line, and the settlements were hourly in fear of an attack. Squadrons of cavalry frequently scouted through the hills and upon the prairies, and of- ten returned with accounts of hard-fought bat- tles with bands of red-skins, and a gloom fell upon all. With untiring zeal and undaunted courage Colonel Radcliff met every danger and over- came it, and Captain Ashland daily won golden laurels for his fearless attacks against the Indi- ans. Of the bf of Captain Ralph little was said after Ida boldly admitted that she had been the means of his escape, taking advantage of the colonel’s talk with the sentinel to leave the guard-house. Since his leaving the fort nothing had been heard of the young outlaw chief; but his band were daily on the war-path against the settle- ments, led on by the old Hermit Chief, who sudseoly seemed to have gained new vigor and ealth. Whether Captain Ralph had returned to the stronghold, or given up the life of an outlaw, the scouts and spies could not discover. Upon comparatively friendly terms with the hostile tribes of Indians, the Hermit Chief could raid along the border with impunity, well know- ing that the line of forts were kept busy with their red foes, and with almost savage ferocity he brought ruin upon many a settler’s home, and te soe a ghastly corpse behind his deadly rail. The troops commanded by Colonel Radcliff and the settlers of Blue Water settlement, the Hermit Chief seemed ever to shun, and on sev- eral occasions had his whole band fallen back before a smal] squadron, under the gallant Ash- land, until the troopers of the fort began to be- lieve that they were invincible, and put on airs accordingly. At the request of the officers of the fort, and the settlers, Bravo Bob had become chief of scouts, and with Yankee Sam and Scalp-lock Dave for his ‘‘ bowers,” he had organized a most formidable band of bold spirits, that were sud- den death to Indians and outlaws whenever they met them. ; gh Bravo Bob would leave the fort nig t, alone, and not return till near day- ight. There he went none kne®, but certain it is that he always had gained some important in- formation in those solitary scouting trips. Svon rumors began to come that the outlaw band had a deadly foe upon their trail—one who seemed to dog them only by night, when in their camp they would suddenly be aroused by the ring of a rifle, and the doom of some one of the guards around the encampment was sealed. So frequently had these midnight attacks of their mysterious foe occurred that a number of bandits had fallen, and a nervous dread of sud- den death seemed to pervade their ranks. Who this mysterious enemy could be none knew, and as the Indians also had heard his rifle’s death-knell, and felt his vengeance, a su- perstitious horror seemed to fall upon red-skin and outlaw alike. From settlement to settlement, from fort to fort, flew the news of his deadly hunt for hu- man game, until around the mess-tables, at the hearth-stone and in the camp his deeds were the subject of conversation and all wondered who the terrible slayer could be. Many believed him to be the Prairie Pilot, but as no one could tell aught of that famous scout since the night he exposed Captain Ralph it was doubted by numbers, for he was suppose to have been killed. Upon the subject of the mysterious avenger there were four persons who usually kept silent, and seldom expressed an opinion, These four were Ruth cliff, Bravo Bob, Yankee Sam and Scalp-lock Dave—a quartette Msg = they had a secret, knew well how to eep it. arly in the month of September a horseman was seen coming across the prairle at full speed, a hundred Indians at his back, and endeavoring ed see who could gain the honor of raising his air. Out from the fort dashed Bravo Bob and his score of scouts, hunters and guides, and the In- dians were checked by a well-aimed volley of rifle-bullets. While the horseman continued on toward the fort, Bravo Bob went into line of battle and commenced an open prairie fight with the red- skins, and being supported by a squadron of troopers, under the gallant Ashland, an ani- mated combat at once began. Though the Indians put on a bold front and their chief handled them well, they were soon put to flight, and with wild yells the victorious whites followed them to return an hour after with many a gory scalp as a war-trophy. CHAPTER XX. AN OUTLAW’S LETTER. THE horseman, who had not deemed it his duty to join in the fight against his pursuers rode on to the fort and begged to see Colonel Radcliff. He was sent to the quarters of the command- ant, who beheld in him the same man who had before brought him a message from the old Her- mit Chief, and his face turned a shade paler as he held forth his hand for the letter the messen- ger drew from his pocket. As he was turning to enter his room, the son of Erin spoke up, briskly: ‘Yer honor’s pardon, but I’ve hada sharp race and a big scare for my s , an’ a wee bit of whisky would be afther previnting the cour- age of ould Ireland from oozing clane out of me boots, yer honor’s honor.” ‘‘ Orderly, give the man a dram and some food,” said the colonel, and he ascended to the house-top on which was a look-out, from which he had a fine view of the prairie and the prepara- tions for battle. Glancing keenly at the combatants, he then broke the seal of his letter and read: ‘*OurLAW STRONGHOLD, September 15th, —. “ RTHUR: “T write to inform you that the Prairie Pilot is noz ead. “True, I had him hung; but you remember we were attacked—I believed then by your troops, so I gave orders for a hasty retreat. “Finding we were not pursued, I returned to the spot we had fled from, to find that the scout had been cut down. “ All was silent around there, and no trace of who had been the attacking party. “Still I believed the scout to be dead, and when, shortly before midnight, Ralph arrived, thanks to or indness, we at once departed for the strong- old. ‘** Arriving here, a grief fell upon me, for Tone was missing, havin left, so my lieutenant told me, to follow our trail, and endeavor to rescue her brother, “T have sent spies and scouts everywhere on the border, but no tidings of her can be ned, and I fear she has been killed and scal by the red-skins, “Tf Iwas certain of it, I would leave the border, for upon her coming of age, or death, you know, hangs a fortune, “ As this Indian war has sto pe emigration west- ward, you know I have to raid on the settlements for we must make a living; but you will admit that I have let you and your district severely alone— nay, we have not struck back again when your men, under that dashing young Ashland, have hit us hard. ‘As for Ralph, he is no longer the gallant chief he was, and will not lead the men upon raids; indeed, he even opposes raiding; so I’ve taken to the saddle again. I believe the girl he married so slyly, and your kindness in saving his neck, have made a fool of him—as if it were not right to divide the riches of this world equally. “Now, to another cross which I have to bear, added to the cessation of Western emigration, the loss of Ione, and help of Ralph: there is a deadly foe upon the trail of ef band, hunting us to death. “Night after night we feel his deadly stroke, and rapidly our ranks are thinned by this monster. ‘More yet, itis none other than the Prairie Pilot —the man I hoped and believed was in his grave. “The fellow is too quick for us, try as we can to get him; and now I have set 3 whole band to re- tur: ing the compliment and hun him. * But it does no good—they hunt , and he jinds em. : ‘‘More than a score of times he could have killed me; but he refrains from so doing, i ad me, I suppose, for a kind of dessert, after he soup-meat of the whole band; a relishing thought, very! Now I wish to propose to you to draw con dogs of war off my trail and I pledge myself to ca‘ and hang e Pilot, ere autumn tinges the for- ests. ‘““T propose this, as his haunts are in your vicinity, and, friendly as lam with the Indians, I can soon run the Pilot aground, if no little misunderstandings occur between your men and mine. ‘What say you? “Return answer by bearer, ; “Yours in affection, as men call me, i) THE HerRmMItT CurEr,”’ When he had finished reading the above let- let, Colonel Radcliff wrote on it with a lead- pencil, simply: , “T am glad to feel that the Prairie Pilot is not dead. From the first I treated him unjustly, and it is my intention to recall the brand of exile against him. His gallant services the Indians and outlaws shall win him a n for shooting down the two troopers, for lam more to blame in that mat- ter than was the scout. “With you I wish no quarrel, and it is not becom- | |
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ing in me to advise you; but all other out- laws on this border I intend to wage a relentless war. ARTHUR.”’ Calling his orderly, he sealed the envelope, and bade him give it to the messenger, and tell him to return with it as soon as his horse was suffi- ciently rested to travel. Then Colonel Radcliff called Ruth, and toge- ther they watched the battle out upon the prai- rie. CHAPTER XXI. THE SECRET RETREAT. THOUGH there was considerable stir in the fort and settlement, over the battle that had just been fought, there was a calm resting upon he scene of combat, as the outlaw courier rode slowly from the stockade, and started upon his return to the stronghold in the hills. As he rode along, many eyes were watching him from the fort and settlement, and were sur- prised to see him suddenly" put spurs to his horse and dash away at full speed. The cause of this sudden move on the part of the outlaw was soon evident, when over a dis- tant roll of the prairie a horseman dashed into view. “The Prairie Pilot! The Prairie Pilot!” yell- ed a dozen voices, and also recognizing that his mg was the outlaw courier, Colonel Radcliff, m his house-top, where he still sat, enjoying the balmy afternoon, called out: “ After him, Bob! After him, and tell him to spare that messenger.” Bravo Bob sprung into his saddle, and calling to Yankee Sum and Scalp-lock Dave to follow, he dashed out upon the prairie. In the mean e Prairie Pilot, having urged Racer into a sweeping gallop, was — y over- hauling the ( utlaw, swift as was his long, wiry steed. Presently the outlaw turned in his saddle and opened fire with his rifle upon his pursuers. Instantly Racer came to a sudden halt, u went the glittering rifle of Prairie Pilot—a p of smoke, and ere the report reached the ears of the lookers-on, the outlaw reeled and fell from his saddle. A moment after Prairie Pilot dismounted and stood beside the man he had slain. A short while he remained there, and then springing into his saddle once more rode slowly toward Bravo Bob and the two guides who were ap Poe igen» ‘Hello, old fellow, you have finished one of the colonel’s couriers,” cried Bravo Bob, as he rode up. | beve killed an outlaw, Bob, and made a discovery; now I will not tell you what it is, but I desire you, Sam and Dave, to come to the retreat to-night, and come pre for work. “* Also, say to Colonel Radcliff that I will my- self return him the dispatches I have cap : and that he need have no fear. t ‘Remember, I shall expect you to-night.” So saying, Prairie Pilot waved his hand to Yankee Scalp-lock, who just then rode up, and dashed away across the prairie, while Bra- vo Bob and his comrades returned to the fort, the former making his report to Colonel Rad- cliff, who seemed considerably disturbed there- by. *Shortl after nightfall Bravo Bob, Yankee Sam a Scalp-lock Dave rode from the stock- ade, going owe: a scout, they said. A gallop of an hour brought them to the foot- and, as if thoroughly acquainted with the way to the secret retreat of Prairie Pilot, Bravo atusle tapi on until he came to a small stream hrough a deep gorge. Into this the scouts urged their horses for a quarter of a mile, when it emptied into a larger peo ve which ran swiftly through high and pre- cipitous : ough the water of this stream came up to the saddle-girths, Bravo Bob rode boldly in, and going with the current, continued on until the creek was over Una each side, by lofty bluffs, and roared through its narrow banks, forming shallow, but foaming rapids. But the horses held their footing, although Yankee a and Scalp-lock Dave several times thought they were gone. After a minutes hard battling with the stream, Bravo Bob disappeared in what seemed the very wall of rock; but his comrades soon beheld a small and narrow chasm, into which they. quickly followed their leader. ° ise they found themselves in a small, but ferklle: alley, with high hills over- hanging & upen.all sides, and a growth of trees shel mee Beneath the hoofs of their horses was a carpet The Phantom Spy. of velvet . and near the opening toward the river bubbled up a spring of clear water. “Wal, this is a’ off-shoot 0’ Paradise, I guess- es, from ther way it looks ter-night,” said Yan- kee Sam. ‘You bet; ther must be angels round heur,” ut in Scalp-lock Dave, and Bravo Bob felt that fo had hit the truth pretty well, for he knew of one not far away, who was an angel in his eyes. ‘Comrades, 1am glad you are pleased with my home; you are welcome.” ‘At the stern, deep voice breaking upon their ears, all started; but the next moment Prairie Pilot stepped out from the shadow of a tree and greeted them. E “Come with me to my cabin, and in the meantime give your steeds a feast,” continued Prairie Pilot, and the horses were at once turned loose to graze, while all four men walked up through the timber toward a small cabin, through the open door of which streamed a bright light. e cabin was built of rough loge, had two rooms, a spacious a in one, which seemed to be used as the sleeping apartment of the scout, and the kitchen and dining-room com- bined, for there were culinary utensils around a table was set out with a tempting supper of coffee, bread, buffalo-steaks and fish thereon, while in one corner of the room was a rude bed ag ibe which hung a rifle, several revolvers and a knife. Before the fire, watching the broiling of a steak, was Ione, once known as the Phantom Spy, and though she bowed pleasantly to Yan- kee Sam and Scalp-lock Dave, she held forth her hand to Bravo Bob, while a blush stole over her beautiful face. ‘Now, comrades, we will have some supper, and then I will tell you my plan for playing a bold e, but one which I think will be suc- cessful, for you know that I have cause to hate the outlaws, and I am determined to hunt them to the bitter end.” CHAPTER XXIL A BOLD VENTURE. THE second day after the three scouts sought the seéret retreat of Prairie Pilot, the old Her- mit Chief was pacing nervously up and down the piazza of his cabin home. Suddenly he discovered Antonio approaching on foot, while by his side was a horseman, mounted upon a wiry-looking steed. The ap ance of the horseman as he rode up attracted the attention of the Hermit Chief, for he was a eee perpen specimen of man- aon well formed, and with a dark, handsome ‘ace. His mustache was dark and exceedingly long his hair hung far down upon his shoulders, while his eyes were black and piercing. He was dressed in buckskin, and was well armed. ; ‘Who have you there, Antonio?” ** A courier to see you, chief.” “Ha! Come up here, my man. From whence do you come?” ‘From the fort at Blue Water settlement, sir; this letter will explain all,” and the courier placed in the hands of the Hermit Chief a sealed envelope, which he seized, broke open, and read half-aloud, so that the contents were audible: “Brus Water Post, September 16th,—. “To THE Hermit CHIEF: “* Your Irish courier having come to grief, I return this by one of my own scouts. “To come to any arrangement regarding a truce between us, I must see you in person, so that a con- tract, which I will then explain, can be signed, mt guly by myself, but also by you and Captain **T have reason to believe that Ione is in the power of the parties who cut down the Prairie Pilot, and that she is concealed somewhere in the neighbor- hood of this fort. “As I follow the bearer of this, he will conduct you to a spot not far from your stronghold, where we can meet and talk unrestrained. “With me I shall have but two persons, and you can bring a like number, if you so desire; but I would ex not to be seen by any one else than Captain ph and yourself, and you must see the propriety of my wish. ARTHUR.”’ ‘“When did you leave Blue Water, scout?” asked the Hermit Chief. ‘‘ Before day this morning, sir.” “And how far from here is the place of ren- dezvous appointed by your colonel?” ‘‘ About five miles; you can easily go there and back before dark, sir.” ; - ‘Oh, yes. He has three men with him, has : 2 . y a fa: aah there are but four of us, including ¢ eg know the contents of this letter, do ou “‘T just heard you read it, sir.” ‘*Tndeed? I am absent-minded; but tell me what befell poor Irish?” ‘Your courier was killed, sir; he was chased toward the fort by a band of a hundred In- dians, anda battle followed, for a party of scouts and troopers went out to his rescue.” ** Aha! well, I will go with you, and at once.” So saying the Hermit Chief entered his cab- in and in twenty minutes after came out, ready for riding. A moment after two fine horses were led round by a negro servant, and Captain Ralph also coming out the party mounted and rode off, the scout from the fort leading the way. After a ridc of five miles the trail crossed a small prairie and led into a piece of timber. Into the motte the three rode; but, hardly had the shadow of the timber fallen a hem, when the scout suddenly seized the bridle-rein of the Hermit Chief, and leveled a revolver at his head, while he hissed forth: ““Move one inch and I will kill you.” The old chief turned deadly pale and roared out: “Shoot the traitor down, Ralph.” “Pardon me, I am in the same trap as your- self,” recklessly replied the youn Thief and he spoke the truth, for Bravo Bob held a pistol to his head, while Yankee Sam had seized his bridle-rein. “* Scalp-lock, just relieve these gentlemen of their weapons,” said the courier scout. ‘Who are you?” yelled the Hermit Chief, livid -with rage, as Scalp-lock took his weapons from him; bu his question was to the man who had led him into the trap. ** Men call me the Prairie Pilot.” The answer came low, but distinct, and a tremor shook the frame of the old Chief, while Captain ~ turned a quick glance upon the famous scout. ‘*Now, comrades, you know what to do with the prisoners, and as soon as we have exchang- ed suits once more, Bob, we must be off.” So saying, Prairie Pilot—who having shaved off his magnificent beard was hardly recogniza- ble—retired with Bravo Bob to a clump of bushes, and the two soon reappeared in their proper attire. aving received their prisoners, the whole party then mounted and set forth at a rapid gallop Bravo Bob riding the white steed, Spec- r, which Ione had presented to him. Taking the trail toward the Blue Water set- tlement, they pushed on rapidly, and after a short rest during the night, drew near the fort toward daybreak, Here Prairie Pilot bade his companions fare- well, and, while he continued on toward the fort, Bravo Bob and the remainder of the y branched off for the secret retreat in the m CHAPTER XXIII. THE ATTACK, ‘““THE Prairie Pilot would see you, sir.” ‘By Heaven! the Prairie Pilot,” cried Colo- nel Radcliff, springing up from the table where he was breakfasting with Ruth, who turned deadly pale at the news brought by the orderly. It was true; the Prairie Pilot had boldly rid- den into the fort and dismounted before the head-quarters of the man Who had exiled him from the border, and offered a reward for his head, dead or alive! Dismayed at the fearlessness of the famous scout, the denizens of the fort stood around ing pe the intrepid man, and wondering what would come next in their frontier drama, ‘Scout, you are bold to thus eee yourself in my power,” said Colonel Radcliff, quietly, great-- ly to Ruth’s ye “T have not done so without a p , sir; will you hear what I have to say?” cali said Prairie Pilot. “‘ Assuredly; come in.” * Colonel cliff, I have come to tell you that the man I killed in front of your fort was an outlaw, and against all such I wage a deadly war. Upon him I found communications, the contents of which you well know. “‘ Acting upon them I bade Bravo Bob, Yan- kee Sam and Scalp-lock Dave meet me at my retreat in the hills, and without telling them the contents of the letter I had, I arranged with them a plan for the capture of the Hermit Chief and Captain Ralph—” “Tt cannot be done, scout.” ‘Pardon me, colonel; it has been done.” ‘What! those two men have by you?” cried the officer, in evid carn. “Yes, sir, they are now prisoners in my re-
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d of the three scouts I be- treat, under the ut listen, Colonel Radcliff, fore mentioned. until you hear all, “To get the old Chief and his son in my power, I wrote him an answer to his note, purporting to come from you, and, as I ama poss mman, I imitated your writing, and the bait took, the two outlaws leaving their stronghold in my company, whom they believed to be one of your scouts, for I went there in disguise. “Expecting to meet you'they were unsuspi- cious until they were made prisoners. ‘Now, colonel, that the two chiefs are out of danger of death, for I have my own reasons for desiring them to live, I will start, within -the hour with a squadron to attack the robber stronghold, and will pledge myself to lead your trogaees into their camp before they are discov- ered, ‘Upon my return I would have you and your daughter accompany me to my retreat, for I have a story to tell in which not only yourself, but Miss Ruth are deeply interested,’ “Scout, I believe you in all that you have told me, and.I will trust you; but first, let me say that I remove the brand of exile against Ei and freely do I ask you to forgive my un- indness of the 4 ‘* All is forgiven, colonel, me have the troopers?” “Yes; Ash shall accompany you witha picked company of seventy-five men.” ‘*That number will be sufficient, sir,” “T will at. once give the order. In the mean- time go into the other room, and Ruth will give you some breakfast.” Gladly the Prairie Pilot obeyed the last order. Again meeting Ruth gave him a good appetite for his meal, served as it was by the fairy fingers of the lovely maiden. An hour after the squadron rode from the fort, Captain Ashland and Prairie Pilot gale ing side by side to the delight of all, for the offt- cers and men were rejoiced to see the scout once more in favor at head-quarters, After a long, hard ride the hills wherein was the bandit stronghold loomed up before the anxious troopers, who, just at midnight, halted at the foot of the hill, where Bravo Bob had left the horses the night he had aided Prairie Pilot and Ruth to escape. “Follow me slowly up the hill; I will go first,” and the scout ran on afoot. Creeping cautiously up the steep hillside, he sooncame in view of the mouth of the tunnel, before which was pacing to and fro the dark form of a guard, The moon, on the wane, was just rising above the tree-tops of the mountain, and shed a bright light upon the sentinel. his hand the Prairie Pilot carried a bow and arrow, and quietly fitting the latter to the Now will you let string he raised the weapon, took a quick aim, er 6 outlaw guard fell dead, pierced through e heart Springing forward he was confronted ‘by a tall form, just rising from his blanket-bed, alarmed by the fall of his companion. In an instant Prairie Pilot was upon him, and then followed the death-rattle in the throat of the outlaw, for the scout’s knife had sunk deep into his heart. A moment after Captain Ashland and his troopers arrived, and in mounting Racer, Prairie Pilot led the way into the tunnel through the chasm. ; Like a huge, long snake the line filed, until soon sey. came out upon the plateau—the inte- rior of the. stronghold had been gained without an alarn a. Then, long and loud, fierce and shriing; #ung out the war-cries of the troops. and scouts, an the attack began! In es reed e bandits rushed from their cab- ins, to be shot down mercilessly, and with their leaders gone they became panic-stricken, and fled for their lives. An hour of carnage and the fight was over— the stronghold was won. Leaving a pee force to garrison the place and secure the horses, and booty of the outlaws, also to. look after the wounded, Cap- tain Ashland at once started upon his return with the bandit prisoners, guarded by some twenty troopers. e Returning with him was Prairie Pilot, who carried a tin box which he had taken from the cabin of the old Hermit Chief. CHAPTER XXIV. PRAIRIE PILOT’S STORY. in home of Prairie Pilot, the sec- g after the fall of the outlaw strong- In th ond eve Beadle’s Half-Dime Library. hold, were gathered several persons, bending over a form reclining upon the scout’s rude co ti, The recumbent figure was the old Hermit Chief, and his face was pallid, his brow dam with the approach of death, for an ugly woun in his side was dripping out his sands of life. Bending over him were Bravo Bob, Scalp- lock Dave, Yankee Sam, Captain Ralph and Tone—the two latter with pale, saddened faces. “Yes, you have done for me; I have not long to dimegend your cursed bullet has ruined my every dream of the future,” groaned the Hermit Chief, turning his burning eyes upon Yankee Sam, who replied: “Tm sorry, pard, durned if I ain’t; but yer was about makin’ tracks, yer_know, so I let yer have the contents of ole Heart-seeker, an’ she’s a weapon as don’t say fail, often, Pm as sorry as tho’ it wur my own mother-in-law, durned if I ain’t.” “Well, as you have given me my death- wound, curse you, go to the fort and tell Colonel Radcliff I would see him; and quick, or it will be too late.” Yankee Sam started quickly to obey, but at the door started back, for on the threshold stood Prairie Pilot, Colonel Radcliff, Amos Arling- ton, his daughter Ida, and Ruth, who had just arrived, ‘‘ Hal the Hermit Chief ill?” cried the scout, catching sight of the recumbent form. ‘“He’s done for, pard—he went to slip, an’ I gi’n him a pill from ole Heart-seeker, an’ it done the biz.” Prairie Pilot sprung past Yankee Sam, and with an exclamation of horror Colonel Radcliff rushed forward, crying: ‘“‘ My God! hasitatlast come to this? Would to Heaven I had been spar- ed this sad scene.” “Arthur, thank God you have come, for I would see you ere I die—oh, God! this bullet is burning up my very vitals.” “ Be calm, sir; your talking causes you ter suffering: what you would say, Ican say for you, and if I err you can speak,” said the stern, deep voice of Prairie Pilot. “Who are you that dares to say he knows aught of me?” a “ Listen, and youshall hear, for I have a story to tell that interests nearly all present. ‘* Will you hear me, chief?” ‘o¥es: but my Kite 1s ebbing fast, and—” J will not linger in my recital,” and in his deep, clear tones, Prairie Pilot began his story, his piercing eyes bent upon the old Hermit Chief. ‘* Righteen years ago, there lived on a planta- tion home in a south-western State, a gentleman by the name of Herbert Lyndon. ‘‘ His family consisted at that time of his wife and two sons, the elder, named after his father, twelve years of age, and the youngest a mere in- fant of three years. ‘Into the neighborhood there came a pliysi- cian, a widower, with a son of twenty years of age. ei Commencing to Sates his profession, the physician was soon doing well, for he was gen- erally very popular. ** Among his most intimate friends were Mr. Lyndon and his wife, who respected and re- garded him most highly, and through the influ- ence of the planter, the son got an appointment in the ae “Other to say that the youth was a good soldier, though a little wild, and ran off and married a young. school-gi 1, I have nothing more now relate of the son; but of the fa- ther I have much to tell. ‘““When Mrs. Lyndon gave birth to a little girl, the man I speak of was the attendant phy- sician, and doubtless his skill saved her life. Better had it been had she died then, for, ere she recovered her former good health, her hus- band sickened and died suddenly. “Tt was a terrible blow to the loving wife; but, in all her sorrows and troubles, her physi- cian was her devoted friend, and so kind did he seem, and so noble, that in a little more than one year after the death of her husband, she paar the man, whom she had really learned ove. sh Shore? after his mother’s second marriage, Herbert the eldest son, was sent to Europe to finish his education, his stepfather so anes. “Several years passed away, and one night an attack was made on the gentle Herbert by an assassin; but the would-be murderer had not calculated his victim’s remarkable strength, and ipa made a prisoner by the man he would have in. ‘“With surprise, the young man discovered his intended murderer to be an American,:a ! wild boy, the son of his late father’s plantation overseer, “Inquiry caused the truth to come out—the young man had been hired to kill Herbert Lyn- don, his employer being the man he had loved next to his own. father, “To escape being handed over to the authori- ties, the young man confessed all, and at once Herbert Lyndon set sail for America, accompa- nied by his intended assassin. * Arriving at homie a terrible blow fell upon him, for he found his mother dead, and step- father gone, carrying with him his little brother and infant sister. “None could tell where the .-physician had gone; but the sudden death of his wife caused suspicion to rest. upon him of foul-play, and he feared detection and. fled. ‘‘ Herbert Lyndon at once had the bodies of his parents exhumed, and a scientific examina- tion discovered that they had both been poi- soned,” ‘‘Oh, God, have merey! have merey on me!” groaned the old, gray-haired Chief; but after a short pause the Prairie Pilot continued: “The cause of this double, and intended treble murder, was then evident, for the will of Her- bert Lyndon left all of his vast wealth to his wife, and in case of hér death, to his children. “‘hhe three children had also inherited a large fortune from their a Po Me and his will was, that, in case of the death of any of the children, those. remaining should have the share of the deceased equally divided among them, and that they should claim their fortune, only when the youngest of the children should be- come of age. ; ‘*By his murders, the eruel step-father hoped to posssess the wife’s property, and then the wealth of the two children, the boy and the girl, whom he intended to mold to his wishes. ‘Fearing punishment for his crimes, the guilty poon fled, carrying with him the boy and e “infuriated against his. step-father, Herbert Lyndon, swore revenge, and.commenced to seek the guilty man, to punish him, and gain pos- session of his brother. and sister, ‘‘ For two years Herbert Lyndon trheked him from place to place, to at last find that he had been one of a train of emigrants going West, who had all been supposed to be murdered by the Indians. ‘“Mourning the loss of all he held dear, and tired of a life in the cities, Herbert Lyndon be- came a prairie-hunter, and for years has passed his life upon the prairies and in the mountains of this far Western country. “A smange fatality seemed to direct his life in this, for, by so becoming, he found out that the wagon-train, in which were those he sought, and whom he had believed murdered, had fall- en, not by the Indians, but by the bold plan of one man, who, with a few desperadoes, had killed all the emigrants and plundered them. “That man was the — of Herbert Lyndon, and, from the attack on the twain, he became an outlaw. “Locating himself in the mountains, and poset around him a bold set of renegades, e ee 3 a relentless war for plunder. ‘‘In this outlaw camp he brought up the vet and girl whose parents he had murdered, and if ~ they, under his training, did wrong to many, they cannot be condemned for so doing, for their supposed father led or drove them on, ““Now my story is ended, and in that man you behold the author of all these crimes; in me you see Herbert Lyndon. ** Doctor Roger Radcliff, have I spoken the truth?” and Prairie Pilot laid his hand on that of the old white-haired Chief. But he started, while a general murmur ran round the room—for Roger Radcliff was dead. Quietly, with the voice of his accuser ringing in his ears, he had passed from life into eternity. CHAPTER XXV. CONCLUSION. In the little vars where Prairie Pilot had his home, Roger Radcliff was consigned to his last resting- lace, and above his remains was erected by his son, Colonel Radcliff, a white y board, with the following simple inscription: “Roger Rapceiur, M. D. “ Died September 20th, 1844.” The ise and delight of Ralph and Ione knew ‘to. bean at ee found a lo brother in the Prairie Pilot; but the maiden heard all before from the lips of the scout. Colonel Radcliff; though pained to the heart at the evil course of his father, warmly con- gratulated Herbert Lyndon, Ralph and Ione,
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The Phantom Spy, a rgb adda: eT A@ New York Library. “To atone for my crime toward you, whom my father has so bitterly injured, ive you one whom I love more than all else in the world, for that your hearts are one I well know. Come, Ruth, if Herbert will have you, I give sc pac consent for you to be his wife.” erbert Lyndon drew the bushing maiden to- ward him, while he said, softly: ‘‘ You have already promised me, have you not, Ruth?” ‘Yes; even when an unknown scout I loved you with my whole heart,” was the prompt answer. Now that Amos Arlington was aware of the strange circumstances that had made Ralph Lyndon an outlaw chief, he gladly forgave him the past, for he knew that the young man would lead a far different life in the future, and the decision of her father rejoiced Ida, for she had never ceased to love her dashing, handsome husband, outlaw though he was, “There is one little outlaw I would like to trail to the altar,” said Bravo Bob, ruefully glancing toward Ione Lyndon, who held down her head, while her elder brother replied: **Her heart is already in the fetters of love, I am certain, Bob, and I freely give my consent, for you are a noble fellow, and though a little wild once, you have reformed now, and must return to your Kentucky home, and show them what a lovely wife you found on the border— and more! tell them that she is an heiress, for Ione is a very rich young lady, I assure you,” and Herbert Lyndon drew his beautiful sister affectionately toward him. Yankee Sam and Scalp-lock Dave, havin been pledged to secrecy regarding all that h transpired, and sh et with a handsome resent in gold, by their old comrade, the rairie Pilot, the whole party left the retreat and its strange secret behind them, and set out for the fort, where they fortunately arrived without adventure. Until the close of the Indian war Colonel Rad- cliff determined to remain commandant at the Blue Water post, and Prairie Pilot and Bravo Bob would not desert him; but when the hatchet was at last buried, he resigned his commission, and, accompanied.by his daughter, Prairie Pilot Ralph and his lovely bride, Bravo Bob and Tone, he started eastward, Yankee Sam and Scalp-lock Dave escorting the party to the bor- der of civilization, and there bidding them fare- well, for they would not give up their life upon the prairies of the West, even to witness the wedded happiness of their old comrade, Herbert Lyndon, once known as the Prairie Pilot. 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