Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 389) (1885 01 06)
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2 man, who had a grotesque and baboon-like countenance, marked by a huge, fiery append- age with a seed wart upon the end of it, a large mouth, and weather-bleached beard, stained with tobacco-juice—this individual, dirty and ragged of attire, smiled. And such a smile! It was like a burst of sunshine from a bank of clouds, , The other five passengers regarded the bull- whacker with curiosity not unmingled with distrust, for he was truly a seedy and repul- sive-looking individual, and the wild country through which the stage-route lay, was @ par- ticularly dark and dangerous one, and known to be infested by road-agents, and footpads, whose source of livelihood was rapine and mur- der. Among the five passengers, the most notice- able one was a man of about five-and-thirty ears. He was elegantly formed, of command- ing stature, and was as handsome a man as oné would encounter ina long journey;—with a high forehead, dark brown eyes, and a mag- nificent glossy brown beard, be was one whose acquaintance would naturally be sought by gentlemen as well as ladies. 4 His attire was of the best, and every indica- tion went to prove that he was a man of cul- ture, wealth, and affluence. He had announced himself to his fellow- passengers as Gilbert Gurrick, of New York, and his destination as Lightning Lode, a new mining “strike,” far up in the mountains; and passin a pues the place had elicited the re- marks of Mambrinus Maccaw. The remaining four men, with one exception, were roughly-dressed, bhonest-faced miners, who, also, were en route for the new camp, up near where the clouds kissed the mountain-tops. The exception was a negro, shabbily attired, and who, although as black as the ace of spades, was not what could be called a homely specimen of his race, He had a tremendous large head, covered with tightly-curling black hair; keen, observant eyes, and a thin-lipped mouth, which, when re laughed, exposed two even rows of pearly tecth. He was also well formed, and appeared to be about seventeen years of age. The stage had been several hours on its jour- ney ere any conversation was heard, each man evidently having been absorbed in his own re- flections. The inquiry of Gilbert Garrick, however, un- loosened the tongue of the redoubtable Mam- brinus, and that seemed to break the spell. ‘Yas, Lightnin’ Lode aire as fly a camp as crops out o’ ther rock anywhere in the West,” Maccaw went on, voluntarily, ‘She ain’t but five months old, an’ hes got six bum-up saloons, two bowtels, a dance-house, an’ did hey a church, in. one sbanty, but thet thing kinder petered out, an’ Red Ryan hes got ther shebang now fer a poker room.” “Indeed! Isuppose you are pretty well ac- Geinted with the citizens of the camp?’ Mr. arrick said, interrogatively. : “ Aire I? Great silver sand-jigs of old St. Vitus! I should smole a smile—I should, Know ear ee sir-ee, every man, woman an’ child, tho’ I'll agree ter admit that thar ain’t but one babe, an’ not many o’ the female sex in ther town, an’ one on ’em is Kid Glove Kate!” “Ah! is that sof And who is Kid Glove Kate?’ ‘‘ Waal, thar’s whar ye hit me, pardner, I dunno no more erbout et than you do, an’I reckon no one knows ary a bit more’n I do, Sbe’s a kerackter.” ae “In what agora ied mo “Ob, she’s a hull block o’ myst’ry, wi’ two or three tenement-houses throw’d in. She dresses in deep mournin’, an’ don’t do much else nor hang around ther saloons.” She wears a thick vail over her face, what’s got eye-holes, a nose- hole an’ a mouth-hole cut inter it, an’ wears kid gloves on her hand, so that ye ken’t tell whether she’s white or not, ’eept by her nose. She wears six gold-plated revolvers in her belt, an’ hes plugged ree galoots fer makin’ insultin’ re- arks ter her.” ° ‘What is her object in hanging about the saloons?” inquired Garrick, interestedly. ‘‘ Does she gamble?’ ‘ “Only oncet in awhile—whben she’s short 0’ _ money, I reckon, but she drinks purty stiff, fer awoman. Great skippin’-rope jigs uv old Saint Vitus! She kin pour down nigh onter as much as yer ble sarvent—ther original bydra- headed, howlin’ he-up-an’-haw from Hydropho- ‘bia Gujch. An’, as fer her name, why sbe al- lowed would do her, an’so we call her Kid Glove Kate.” a BO 6 RA Aa SE ESR SIE) Se SELES 2 SEE Ee i ee eS eee eee Sh eee Bicycie Ben. ‘Very singular that a woman should lead such a life.” ‘Ob! she’s respectable, you vet yer last dollar on that!” and growing enthusiastic over the fact the bullwbacker clapped his huge hands to- gether in a way that created a deafening re- port. ‘*Ef ye don’t believe et why jest step up to her an’ ax her fera kiss, an’, by ther great trumpet o’ Gabr’el, she'll put so many sbois thr’w’ yer cabeza in a holy seckint toet ye’ll think you’ve bin foolin’ with ther hind leg 0’ a muel, an’ that muel a kicker!” “Oh! [ doubt not that she is as you assume,” Garrick agreed, with a faint smile. ‘‘ And how about the one babe you alluded to?” “‘Ob! thet air a different case. Some on- merciful person left a babby on ther steps 0’ ther Snortin’ Snake Hotel ’bout a week ago one nigbt, an’? asno owner could be found fer et, ef war adopted by Red Ryan, who runs ther poker shop. Guess et’ll be allright. Red aire a mean feller in some respects, but I don’t allow thet he’d treat a little innercent baby werry bad.” ‘Ob! [should hope not. What sex was this child—male or female?” “A boy, an’ a bouncer, ye kin bet!” _/This description appeared to satisfy Mr. Gar- rick’s curiosity in the fullest sense, for he re- lapsed into silence. Indeed, it was hard to converse with any de- gree of understanding, for the stage was tear- 16 along at a fearful speed and careening from side to side in a way that kept the passengers busy in bolding their seats. ° The driver was a veteran, full of bug-juice, and the stage could go none too fast for his lik- ing, regardless of the passengers’ comfort. The sun went down within another hour and night’s shadows were already deep in the abyss which yawned at ne side of the trail for miles and miles, Oace the sun was set it was not long in get- ting dark and the loneliest, part of the trail was yet to he traveled. Mr. Gilbert Garrick appeared to be ignorant of this fact until informed of it by Maccaw, who touched him interrogatively upon the knee. ‘*S'pose yer carry a PoP, eh?” he said. ‘*T am armed, yes,” was the quick answer. ‘““OWhy?? **Ob! nothin’? much—nothin’ that’s unusual, yer know; but, yer savy, ther last winter in these yere parts war purticklar severe, an’ cre- ated much appetite, both fer grub and fer greenbacks. Tharfore, ther demand fer money exceedin’ ther supp!y o’ grub, many a pilgrim who might ha’ been a minister, under other sar- cumstances, hes bin forced to ining whoever comes along wi’ a wad o’ money, divy up. Ther winter hev passed away, an’ anotber one ain’t fur off, but yer can bet yer boots ther ap- petite increases as et grows older, so et aire nat- terally sure thet we will get a visit from our ex- acting uncle afore we strike ther Lightning Lode.” Gilbert Garrick nodded, to the effect that he understood, and diving down into his coat pock- et, drew forth a pair of incased revolvers. ‘‘f presume we can take care of all the treas- ure there is on board,” he said, quietly, and yet, not witbout sarcasm. ‘‘ Although I have never had many personal encounters with road-agents I dare say { would be able to handle a dozen or move of fhem, should we run against them.” Maccaw eyed the speaker as if doubting what he said—doubted if be had ever encountered even one knight of the trail, but he refrained from expressing his opinion. On bowled the stage, with increased speed, if anything, and the shades of night became deep- er and darker. The moon would not come up, until at least eight o’clock—that is, so its light would strike upon the wagon-trail; and, in the mean time, the pine-covered peaks added somberness to the nightfall, making it so dark within the coach that it was difficult to distinguish one’s hand be- fore his face. The conversation ceased, entirely, and no voice was beard but that of Jehu, who occasion- ally cursed the fore-right-wheeler, for not hold- ing his own. Four of the six passengers within the coach had not uttered a word since it had started for Lightning Lode, although on one or two occa- sions the negro had given vent to a guffaw at some of the giant’s quaint expressions. At last Luna showed her face over the range of foothills that bordered the abyss on the east- ern side, and her effulgent light so invaded the coach as to light up the interior. Then, me apparent, something that was very significant, to say the least, to one person in the coach, and that was Mambrinus Maccaw. a Aimed at bim from the several parts of the coach were eight revolvers. Every man except the negro held one or more, and the ‘* he-up-an’- haw,” was the target. Garrick held two magnificent weapons—dif- ferent ones from those he had before exhibited. ‘‘Mr. Mambrinus Maccaw,” he said, ** you were saying something about road-agents, pre- dicting that one or more of the gents would halt the stage before our arrival at Lightning Lode.” **Great jigs of St. Vitus!—reckon 1 did make an allowance ter thet effect, but durn my ducats ef I meant ter offend ary one,” the giant pro- tested, evidently in mucb alarm. ‘*We have sized you up to a fraction,” ex- plained Garrick. ‘‘ You are a nicely-propor- tioned decoy duck, but we have caught you on dry land, tbis time!” “Decoy duck—me ?” Maccaw echoed, in as- tonish ment. “Just so!” was the response. “It’s a nice little game, but is worn rather threadbare. You belong to some band of cut-throats whose aim it is to stop this coach, providing it is worth their while. You were put on bere to size up the passengers, and communicate with the dri- ver whetber to stop the stage or not ut some convenient point of attack. Ob! you see we understand it all, and we are going to frustrate your pretty scheme, you bet! You utter a word to the driver before we get to Lightoing Lode and you are a dead man!” ‘ ‘Great terpsicborean feet uv old St. Vitus,” gasped the bullwhacker.. ‘* Yer dead wrong— dead, dead wrong. I ain’t no decoy, no more’ you aire. I'm an bonest, luw-abidin’ citizen o’ ther town o’ Lightning Lode, an’ I kin prove et!” ” **On! as for that, i shall kave an opportu--° ¢c nity to do eo,” Garrick assured, with a cynical smile; ‘‘and you sball have an opportunity to stretch hemp, as well. For the present, how- ever, you are my prisoner, and must submit to be searched.” , . Cuss ye!” the bullwbacker growled, “T tell e I’m on the squar’, an’ won’t stand this mon- ey bizness, I’m on ther squar’,I am, an’ et’s you who aire up to crooked bizness!” . Garrick laughed coolly. ‘That is where you are mistaken,” he retort- ed. “Iam well known to one of the foremost citizens of Lightning Lode. You cannot play off any of your innccence on me; 80 empty the contents of your pockets into this hat, or I'll have you riddled with bullets. If it is proven that you are an honest fellow, when we reach our destination, everything shall be returned to you intact.” ; “Ob, well, then, thet makes a difference,” the giant declared. ‘I’m thet sure thet ev’ry citizen o’ the Lode wull sw’ar by this hyar be- up-an’-haw, thet I'd gamble a fortune on it. So ef them’s the conditions thet I get me personal effects. back, when I’m proved on ther squar’, I don’t mind comin’ to yer terms.” “You can rely upon my word as a'man of honor that it shall so he,” Garrick replied, Without further parley Maccaw went through his pockets and deposited their contents in Gar- rick’s bat. ; There were a few dollars in gold and silver— not over twenty at the most—a jackknife, a package of something wrapped in blue paper, which looked asif it might contain a number of bank-notes, and a sealed pat undirected en- velope. Tirese articles Gilbert Garrick transferred from the hat to his own pocket, and then de- manded and received the giant’s weapons. On rolled the stage more slowly, as it toiled up a steep part of the trail. Inside,a grim si- lence was maintained until— Suddenly the ringing challenge of “ Halt! there!” resounded distinctly through the night, and the ‘ hearse” promptly came to @ stand- still. > ‘* Road-agents!” Gilbert Garrick announced, as he peered from the window. CHAPTER II. LIGHTNING LODE. LiGuTNninG Love! An oda name for a town, or more appropri- ately, a mining-camp, yet not stranger than the place, and its rugged, ever-toiling people. Situated in a deep pass or rift between two stupendous walls of towering mountain, the camp nestled at the pass terminus, in the faes of another stupendous wa'l, being thus locked on three sides. The gulch was not over a quarter-mile in width, where the town had been built, while its environment of rock battlements, towered seem- ingly to the skies. : he only outlet or inlet to the place, was by - " 7
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th the way of the pass, which ran due southwest- ward, from the point of its sudden termination. Here lay Lightning Lode camp, which never was kissed with sunlight, save when Old Sol lingered his limited time in the neighborhood of zenith, Half a hundred rude habitations had already been built, and there were plenty of indications lying around loose that more would be erected, ere the snows of winter fell. Lightning Lode proper, bad no mining-claims in it—indeed, gold in paying quantities had not been found in any part of the gulch or muuntain rift; but, a thousand feet up the pre- cipitous mountain-side, above the camp, was one of the richest quartz lodes in that particular section of the Territory. Months previous to our story, and before tho little town had its inception, a hunter was be- lated one night upon the mountain—a wild, windy, rain-drenched night, when the light- ning’s play made 2 betes phenomena most weirdly beautiful, and awe-inspiring, and the thunder’s roar jarred the very earth. The hunter sought shelter in a small cave, which he had discovered, in the earlier part of the day. Here he remained, alone and lonely, an awed spectator of the nocturnal warring of the ele- ments, until— Yin SY Something occurred that changed the whole course Of his fate, and future. The night was barely half-spent when there was a fearful thunder-clap and glare of light- ning and it seemed tothe hunter that an earth- quake had shaken the mountains—at any rate, he became insensible, and, for hours knew no more. When he returned to consciousness, all was changed. Previous to the clap of thunder and the light- ring flash, which bad rendered bim insensible, there had stood upon the mountain side, just without the cave, a tall pine tree—a noble speci- men of its species; but now, when the hunter awoke, the pine was shattered from its top down to near its roots. Lightning had done the work most effectual- But, this was not all! Within the cavea most singular transforma- tion had taken place, for the lighting had pene- trated the cave, and vere havoc with its cky walls, All around the hunter lay the de- bris of stone and dirt, and the cave was wonder- fully enlarged. Seams and strange fissures pre- vailed on every hand, and huge jagged bowl- ders now lay strewn about. _ Yet the hunter had not received bodily in- jury, beyond a few insignificant bruises. Phenomenal and astonishing though this all ‘was, to the man, day’s full light brought an-. Bicycle Ben. other discovery that filled him with an entirely different phase of surprise. The eruption bad not only cast about him rocks, but gold! It was all around him, in flakes, dust and nug- gets. Also had the shock exposed plainly to view, a buge vein of gold, which appeared to run far back into the mountains, and was of sufficient size to suggest the existence of a thousand for- tunes, at the very least—a sight that would have set many a Croesus man wild with de- light—a gift of the Divine One’s wondrous hand, The hunter was a veteran rover of the wilder- ness, and this strange fortune so bewildered him that for days he was little better than a lunatic, and kept closely near bis prize, but at length began to deliberate calmly over the situa- tion. He was @ poor man, and although a princely fortune, was wi'bin his grasp, he, alone and un- aided, ‘was powerless to develop it, Several days were spent in forming plans; then, taking his bearings, he struck out for the haunts of civilization. Reaching an important far Western City, he hunted up a man, well-to- do in this world’s goods, who had been a school chum, in bygone days. To him he told of his discovery, and requested assistance, and it was given. With the aid thus obtained, the hunter ap- plied to the proper Government authorities, and received such documents as made him the owner of his discovery. Overwhelmed with joy, he went back to his claim, accompanied by a Government official and bis boyhood’s friend, and the Lightning Lode was viewed, and all details attended to relative to making the discoverer the sole and undisputed owner. Being without the means necessary to develop the mine, bis friend tendered all the assistance in his power, on the strength of a certain agree- ment Lebweuet them, and the result was the in- ception of the town and mine, known as Light- ning Lode, and its creation and development. The camp was started with a few habitations, and grew. The mine was supplied with the best facilities for working it, and as the news of the ‘‘locate” went forth, a horde of fortune- seekers swarmed to the new diggings, and as a natural consequence, the camp expanded, as om Western mining-camps can. he hunter’s name was Melvin Marten, and that of his abettor and friend was Nicholas orris. Norris was a business man, in the fullest sense of the word, while, as for Marten, long years of roaming in the wilds, had largely detracted from his capabilities as a thorough business 3 SS ET A eS EN man, despite the fact that he bad received an excellent education in bis youth, Therefore, Norris took the ‘ push” of the en- terprise upon his own sboulders, making Marten but little more than a silent partner. Owing to the extreme elevation of the lode, it became necessary to provide a way of getting the ore down into the gulch, which furnished the only desirable site for a crusher and neces- sary buildings. Careful figuring proved that the only prac- ticable method, and at the same time the cheap- est, was to construct a “cableway,” and this = done, at the cost of many thousands of dol- ars, Starting from the mine, a wire cable of suffi- cient size and strength was stretched across, and back over the guich from one wall to the other, on a slight decline, until it eventually reached the gulch bottom, and entered a break- er, or ore-mill, where the gold was separated from the rock, This aerial track was constructed on the prin- ciple embodied in the subjoined rude sketch, and was but one of many to be found in the mining regions of the far West. Hung to this transit cable on pulleys, and controlled in ascent and descent by engive power, at the mine, a train of fron buckets and riders, furnisbed the means of transport for the riches, at the lower terminus of the line, This piece of civil engineering completed and the camp fairly started as a “city,” the work of developing the mine became but a matter of uick time, the result proving more and more gratifying, daily. \ Thus, within three months after the discovery success, and grew rapidly, stage loads of people arriving daily. departed. way, Melvin Marten died, under very sus- picious circumstances; was found dead in bis bed, stabbed through the beart, with a dagger, whose hilt was set with rare diamonds, The weapon was sticking in his heart when his corpse was discovered, - knowledged ever having seen the weapon be- fore; so nothing could be proven, although there were those who believed that Nicholas Norris, on his dying bed, might be able to throw some light on the matter. t , arten was buried, and Norris produced a will, by which document all the mine avd de- ceased’s other wealth, descended to him, Nor- ris, Of course this created much comment, but Marten’s antecedents being Jittle known, so far as Lightning Lode was concerned, the matter soon ceased to be thought of, and Nick Norris rag to be regarded as the hunter’s rightful er, He was not stingy with his money, and as bis mine gave hat a Ftc to six-eighths cf the regular inhabitants, they could not very well “squeal,” no matter what their private opinions might be. y Thus things ran along, until a few weeks be- fore the opening date of our story, Then, something occurred that materially changed the aspect of circumstances. A matronly but still handsome lady, attired in black, aged about thirty-seven, and a sti \™ more beautiful maiden of seventeen—a glori- ously-pretty embodiment of budding woman- hood—also oe in black, one day dropped down into Ligh g Lode, bag and baggage, The elder lady immediately visited Nicholas Norris, and announced herself as the relict of Melvin Marten, and the young Jady as his and her daughter, On bis disputing her right to that title ste bad oN pee marriage and birth certificates, and aid claim to the property. F He had disputed this right, and, in evidence, produced the will of Melvin Marten, the dating a Mt was at least a month prior to Marten’s eath. Upon learning this Mrs. Marten had declared her rability, to produce a will, Wivn, in ber favor, ata ante re M9 4 than sat held Norris, and also written ésamoe lawyer, ie | by No ‘who had written the will hel documents which made the vin Marten’s property. gt gle Norris bad denied this, denounced her as an adventuress and an impostor, and had defied her to substantiate ber claims, , rris, Also, that she beld the originals of the entr 6 Mel- of the mine, Lightning Lode was an assured — q Some of these came tostay; others, who could | find no means of subsistence, or employment, — wo months after the town was fairly under ; No one in all the town of Lightning Lode ac- _ ore, which was converted, practically, into —
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4 Bicycle Ben. — = - > The people of Lightning Lode got hold of the matter, and opinion was divided as to which was io the right. In the mean time, Mrs. Marten and her beauti- ful daughter, Myra, were in destitute circum- stances, having exhausted nearly all of their means in coming to Lightning Lode, and hay- ing no oOvher immediate method of earning a livelibood, bad accepted accommodations in the home of a Jew, who had settled in the camp and entered into the clothing business, and Myra ocenpied a position of saleswoman for the store—as tae ready-witted Jew foresaw that her beauty would attract him custom—while her mcther took in washing to do, from the miuers, who were, fortunately, not blessed with families. And this brief explavation, brings us up to the day of the night, on which we have witnessed the stopping of the stage. CHAPTER III. NORRIS AND THE JEW, Ir was a bright day overbead, and the people of Lightning Lode felt joyful, when about noon- day the sun sent down a flood of light into the gulch, as if desirous of ‘‘ warming up” things, Far up the mountain-side, the occasional re- port of an explosion was heard; the train of ore-filled buckets glided regularly and grace- fully down the cable way; the pany 2 noisy sound of the crusher at the mill sent forth its token of activity, enlivened with tbe shriek of a whistle now and then from the engine up at the mine, announcing the starting of a bucket- train; while down in the Mody gulch street a few people loitered—for the day bad no such sights and sounds for the camp. as did the night, when the men who toiled by day were alive for carousal and sport, after darkness had thrown its mantle over the town, Such resorts as the Snortin’ Snake Hotel, and Red Ryan’s Roaring Rams poker-room, were lively enough at night, but during the day little or no business was expected or done, except what was derived from the coming-and-going floating population. Among the most conspicuous struetures in the camp was the combined dwelling and office of Nicbolas Norris, recently built and furnished, The house was elegantly fitted up, with fur- nishings that came for many a mile; while the office was a model of convenience, in the way of desks, safe and easy-caairs. About noon of the day of which we write, the mine peter was seated in his office, tipped back, and evidently enjoying a fragrant cigar, while he lazily watched the people who ners by the open door. At a desk, a plainly- ressed consumptivé-appearing young man toil- ed at the books; but the mine-owner paid no at- tention to bim. : Norris was sparely built, with a hard-set, un- bearded face, that was not guilty of much merciful or refined expression; cold gray eyes, and hair as white as snow, altbough he was not over five and-fifty years of age. He was such a person, as One would hardly have confidence to approach, if in quest of a favor, and there was something in bis features which seemed to suggest that his average peace of mind was not of the most agreeable nature, He dressed plainly, and wore neither jewelry nor collar, and one would scarcely have taken him for the rich man he was, by bis appear- ance. But this was only a daytime inventory of him. At night, when Lage ing Lode was live- ly, he was altogether a different sort of human being. He went forth among the people, and spent his. money freely, gambled, drank, and associated with one and all of his employees ke, ans doing this, he may have had a mercenary * object—at least, there were a few who quietly a + 80. e expression of his countenance, as he sat in bis office to-day, indicated that he was ex- pecting some one—who presently put in an ap- searance, He was the German Jew clothing merchant of the town—a large, rather obese individual, with a good-natured face, immensely at con- that of the typical Jew whom we so often take as an example of the Hebrew race. He: wore no beard, and his face was expressive ‘of intelligence. . “‘Goot mornin’, Mr. Norris!” he said, as his corpulent proportions filled the doorway. ‘“‘ You vas send for me?” 8; 1 want to have a chat with wner replied, motioning him to a chair. ‘a cigar.” wap. «es ~ > - _—————————— $$ ONES eee. 0 0000 ee .)20”0 OO _—_—_ ‘No, Mister Norris, I neffersmokes, You vant some clot’ing, I dinks?’ ‘* Well, no, Jacobs, but I shall, I presume, quite soon. I sent for you to see you about an entirely differeht matter—about the women you have under your roof.” ‘*Der ladies, you mean?” Jacobs returned, with a sparkle of displeasure in his eyes. ‘Oh! well, yes, if you want it that way!” and Norris smiled, cynically. ‘“*You can pet your life dey yas ladies, yust de same!” the clothing merchant asserted, ‘‘I know dot you vas dryin’ to make light mit deir character since you vinde oud who dey vas, but, y tam, dey vas berfect ladies, und you bet Isaac Tecoke vas deir frient!” Norris’s face manifested the displeasure he felt at the declaration. “Oh! I am aware that you are a friend to them, but you will eventually find out that you are harboring two impostors, who will do you more harm than good. Of course the girl is an attraction behind your counter, in one sense—in another she is not. Like the woman who claims to be her mother, she will rob you, as the old woman is trying to swindle me!” **Dot Vas all right. Vot she steal from me she deserves for her faithful attention!” Jacobs replied, dryly. ‘ Allowing that, it will be an injury to you to keep these people beneath your roof, or befriend them in any way.” ‘*T don’d vas see id!” Jacobs spunkily declar- ed. ‘Ish it any ov your pizness vot I do, or vot I don’d do, Mr. Nicholas Norris?” “ Well, if I might be allowed that pleasure, I should infer that it was!” was the answer, with considerable vehemence. ‘‘ For instance, from whom do you deriye your patronage?” ‘* Vrom der beoples, of course!” ‘*Eixactly, From whom do these people re- ceive the money with which they procure from you the clothing that covers their nakedness?” ‘Oh! vel, I subbose from you.” ‘Correct, Now, having capital atcommand, supposing I should open a co-operative store, and sell my employees clothing cheaper than you could do, and forbid them to patronize you, under penalty of incurring my displeasure, which would result in their discharge; do you think they would prefera discharge rather than to withdraw their patronage from you?” ‘Vel, maybe not!” ‘Of course not!’ * Vel, vot of dot?” “This much, If you don’t turn those women from your house, and cease showing them any favor whatever, I will boycott you!’ ‘* Boycott? Dot don’t vas scare me so much like von cannon!” Jacob retorted, with a laugh that was both sarcastic and defiant, ‘‘ Der vas lots of towns besides tg foes Lode, Mister Norris, and besides dot, I vouldn’t starve if I vas not in any pizness at all. I have a coopleof dollars in my pocket all of der time, und I al- vays know vere to find more off I wants ’em. So you can boycott so much as you please—id don’d vas make no diff'runce mit me, Of course I vas a Dutch Jew, but you can bet I vas a shentleman, und I let no lady suffer w’ile I have von dollar! Ish dot all?” So coolly and sarcastically had the merchant delivered the speech, that, by the time he was done, Norris’s face betrayed the rage that was fairly consuming him, ‘“‘You are a fool, and you shall find that I am as good as my word,” he cried, smiting the table near him with his hand, ‘‘ If you choose to befriend those two adventuresses, I will make Lightning Lode so hot for you that you will be glad to catch the first stage. I swear it!” ‘“Oh! don’d you vas swear!” Jacobs depre- cated, good-naturedly, as he arose. ‘‘ Dot vas vot all bad beoples do, Ash vor making id ere comvortable vor me, Misder Norris ”—and the fellow arose, and drew himself erect —‘‘ vy I vas chilly now and would not mind taking soome eggsercise righd avay off quick!” The Jew was inventoried by the people of the camp as being a pretty hard man get away with, having come out the victor in several “‘ skewrups;” and, therefore Nick Norris shrunk away at the challenge. ‘You'd better not lay a band on me!” he growled, ‘‘and as for harboring those women, uvless you stop it at once you'll find I'll adopt barsher measures toward you than simple boy- cotting! “ All right—dot vas all right, Mister Norris. Yuste you go ahead righd avay off quick, und see vot you make out of id. You haff enemies as well as friends in Lightning Lode, and py tam, der ish one person who is not afraid to shoot you! | the ‘Who is that?” ‘*Der Vailed Lady—Kid Glove Kate!” The mine-owner looked startled. ‘She is not my enemy!” he declared. ‘*'You bet she is. She hate you vorse wid poison.” ‘“*How do you know? The woman, or man, whichever it may be, has no cause to hate me!” “Dot makes no tifference, She no like you at all, und vone off dese time you find it out!” Then, with a quiet laugh, the clothing mer- chant left the office. The face of Nicholas Norris assumed an ex- pression of rage after his visitor’s departure, ‘“*Curse the Jew!” be mused, ‘he is as stub- born as the devil’s doctor, and evidentally in- tends to befriend the two women all he can, and thus baffle my plans. But I will show him that two can play at a game. And this Kia Glove Kate—what has she against me, if indeed it is a woman, which I have sometimes had my doubts about? I have played cards with her and drank with her, but have never had an — intimation that she regarded me in any sterner light than she does others with whom she asso- ciates. If there is any truth in Jacob’s asser- tion, I shall have to investigate, and be on A guard; and if things work right, I’ll defy all the law in the territory to break my claim upon the Lightning Lode. Barras, the lawyer, is dead, and thus there is a chance for me to pro- nounce Mrs, Marten’s will a forgery, if indeed she succeeds in bringing forth such a document, Oh! I'll triumph over ’em if I have to move heaven and earth to doso. IfIcan_ hold the property in no otber way, it is generally under- stood that I furnish the capital to develop the mine, and I can produce enough claims to near- ly cover its value. But one person knows that ield of gold bas already paid off all the indebtedness, and he is close-mouthed!” And here tbe miner looked approvingly at his clerk, who had, apparently, no eyes or ears ex- cept for his. books and accounts, **Yes, Casper Cutch is trustworthy, and I could not get a better man in his place,” the mine-owner reflected; ‘‘ and ovary timers love- ly, for the goose hangs high. And the pros- pects are favorable for its continued suspension, thank fortune, And when the fair widow Mar- ten finds out that there is not the slightest pros- pect of her getting a cent out of the property, I may take it upon myself to wait upon either ber or her lovely daughter, and select one of them for a wife. The younger woman is more to my style of liking, as the old hen is more ex- perienced and fiery tempered, and one can’t shut her eye up so easily.” 2 And thus, by his musings, it was plain that Nicholas Norris entertained a serene sense of eontentment and confidence in his future pros- pects. CHAPTER IV, ARE BICYCLE BEN, AND YET, NOT BICYCLE BEN,” THAT same afternoon such of the pevrie of Lightning Lode as were not employed in the mines were thrown into a stute of feverish ex- citement over a sight most strange and novel for that out-of-the-way place. A pull-fpdend circus or train of railway cars could scarcely bave created more curiosity than did the spectacle presented to the gaze of the few people who were upon the street. Coming up the gulch-trail into the camp was aman mounted upon one of those high, two- wheeled machines, known as the bicycle—a magovificent specimen of its kind, full nickel- pis d, with ball bearings, lantern, and all the atest improvements. Few if indeed apy persons in all the cam had ever seen one of the things ay? to thesm crowd who quickly assembled to greet the new- comer, the idea of a man riding complacently along astride two wheels was both wonderful and ludicrous, : “The divil’s coomin’, shure!” one Irishman piously ejaculated, while the others were hardly prepared to express their views, but regarded the approaching wheelman with increased curi- osit . . a be drew nearer, it was seen that the rider of the nickel-plated steed was young in years and handsome. He poveraens a graceful yer muscular figure, which was clad in a gay, well- fitting wheelman’s suit, including knee pants and red stockings, and a red skull-cap with tassel. es : He wore bis hair long, down over his broad shoulders, and a gracefully trained mustache ornamented bis lip, His eyes were brazen, and keen of glance, while his countenance, as 4 © You
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whole, was attractive, and denoted intelligence and decision of coaracter. He raised his cap, gracefully, with one hand, as he sped toward the group of men who had collected in the street, and rode easily down among them, smiling at their manifest sur- prise. , ‘Good-afternoon, gents!” be saluted pleas- ’ antly, as he leaped from his wheel, and crossed hisarm overthe lever. ‘‘ Might I inquire if this is the camp called Lightning Lode?’ ‘*This aire ther city o’ Lightning Lode!” a miner ventured to respond, with dignity. ** Ah! yes, so I observe,” the bicyclist replied, ** for you have the requisite number of saloons, Pardon me for not noticing the fact, at first lance. And now, may | ask another question, fore I lean my burro up sgainst a tree to graze? Does there exist anywhere around these parts a band of footpads headed by a man called El Creole?’ ‘There does exist such a party,” and Nich- olas Norris stepped forward. ‘His gang is the terror of all honest people, and frequently stop the stages on the trail to Lightning Lode. Who are you, and what do you want of El Creole?” The question was so pointed that the bicyclist gave the mine-owner a second searching glance, Well, sir,” be answered, ‘‘ you can call me Bicycle Ben, and set me down as haying come to this country to hunt for this El Creole, and to kill bim. owever, let that be explanation enough, for the present; and now let us go take something?” ‘* But, it must be at my expense, sir!” Norris said gallantly. ‘If your mission to these parts is to go for E! Creole you are assured ae my heartiest support, and must accept of my hospi- tality, during your stay here!” Bicycle Ben then found his own hand in that of the mine-owner, who sbook it heartily. ‘Tam both surprised and delightei, sir, at your unexpected welcome,” the wheelman said, ‘but I must beg to differ with you on one int. You and the other men of Lightning Lode driok with me, to day. I'll drink with you to-morrow. Where do they spill the best spirits hereabouts?” ** At Red Ryan’s!” Norris said, linking the sport’s arm in hisown, ‘‘ Ryan deals out noth- ig but what is A 1!” o, to the “ Roaring Ram” they betook their way, the mine-owner chatting volubly, in an po a attempt to entertain his sejf-claimed guest, “Tm glad you’ve come!” he protested, ‘for this camp wants a wide-awake, go-ahead fellow, as I take you to be, to make this El Creole hunt his den. He is a very dare-devil, and there’s not a person in Lightning Lode who does not fear him, .He’s robbed me of money frequently ne tapping the stages, and although fam rich and vetter able to stand it than some others, it none the less incenses me. By the way, a word to the wise: You see this clothing shebang, where the girl and the Jow are standing in the doorway? Well, if you value your life, or the respect of the people of Lightning Lode, keep shy of it. For, while the irl bas none too savory a repute, the place E ‘crooked,’and a watch is constantly kept to entrap the unwary. There’s been more than one dark deed done in there, the latest being the drugging and robbing of an Easterner, who came here for speculative purposes, He was found, a mile out of town, in an insensible con- dition, and, although nothing could be proven, it is morally certain that the Jew and the girl were concerned in the outrage. So, again, I’d advise you to steer clear of the den, as there are lurking secrets within it of which none know except those immediately concerned,” Bicycle Ben inclined his head as acknowledg- ment that he heard, and as he passed the cloth- ing store of Isaac J acobs, he gave both the Jew and his beauteous girl-clerk, a sharp, searching scrutiny. As they returned the stare he averted his gaze, as he and the mine-owner sauntered on, followed by the crowd, who were perfectly willing to wet their thirsty whistles at any one’s expense. ‘**Did you see’em eye you?” Nicholas Norris asked, nudging the wheelman, ‘‘On! they're fly at sizing up a person, you can bet, and will, no doubt, lay a trap to insnare you.” » Pm not one of the kind of fish to be easil snared!” Bicycle Ben replied, quietly. ‘ make it a point to keep an eye out for Number One at all times.” He did not mention what opinion he had formed of the oes at the clothing house, but, in truth, it did not coincide with that which Norris had tried hard to have him entertain. Bicycle Ben. “Tf that girl isn’t an angel of purity and honesty, I’m a very badly deceived person!” had been his mental estimate, ‘‘and I rather liked the beaming face of the Dutchman. So, I shall keep my own counsel, mine host, and find out what cause you have for maligning these people!” By this time they had reached the ‘‘ Roaring Ram,” kept by the redoubtable and tamous sporting character of the camp, ‘‘ Red” Ryan. Ryan had the reputation of being one of the most scientific fighting men in the mountains, not alone with knuckles, at which he was best, but with almost any other weapon, The failure of the church had given him an opportunity to start a bar and poker-room, and be had the reputation of ‘‘dealing a square game,” and of being ‘‘square” in other mat- ters, a virtue not often accredited to a profes- sional gambler. To be sure, be had shot and killed an unruly tough, on his ‘‘ opening” night, but that only proved that he intended to run the shebang! A tall, powerfully built fellow, he had a round, pleasant face, and dark eyes, hair, and mustache—and, better than all, always bad a pleasant word for everybody, when not in- volved in a quarrel, He derived bis title of ‘‘ Red” not alone from the fact that he claimed Redmond as bis ‘‘fore” name, but also because it was a pet hobby of his to wear a pair of corduroy breeches, of the veriest red color. Ryan presided behind his own bar, as Bicycle Ben and Norris entered, and was at once intro- duced to the dashing wheelman, The introduction was but formal, and neither man appeared to take any particular interest in the other, - drink was had all ~ and then Norris said: ‘* Now, Mr, Benjamin, if you will pot ey me to my residence, I will do the hospitable by you, so far as lies in my power!” ‘*T pray that you will excuse me, sir, but I must respectfully decline your generous invita- tion. I am expecting a party, in town, this afternvon, and unless I keep out of doors, 1 may miss him!” the sport replied, respectfully but firmly enough to preclude the supposition that he could be easily moved from the resolve his words had expressed. ‘‘Some other time, I shall feel honored to become your guest,” Nicholas Norris’s face flushed with displeas- ure. “ Av another time, perhaps you will not be ranted an opportunity!” he said, tersely, as be urned away, and left the saloon. ‘‘It won’t cause gray hairs to grow in my head, at any rate!” Bicycle Ben flung after bim, with a light laugh. Red Ryan heard the remark, and shook his head, ‘*Nick Norris ain’t a good man to have dis- like you!” he observed, setting out the glasses as indicating that it was his treat. ‘‘ You know he owns this camp, purty much, and likes to be humored and petted, like a spoiled child, or else he’s us mad as a boiled hornet. So, if I were ou, I'd go and apologize to him for not accept- ing his invitation!” Bicycle looked the astonishment he felt, “What! I apologize to him for nothing?” he ejaculated. ‘Why, what d’ye take me for?, “Fora man who don’t understand his biz!” Ryan politely declared—' of course, not insin- uating but what you're as cute as they make ’em—of course not! But, you see, it pays to go it easy occasionally. Now, if I had not been a chap of a forgiving spirit, ’'d have killed the old cuss long ago—and lost his custom. Why, he’s paid for this place already. See?” “ | comprehend, sir; but as [ have no place to pay for, there’s a vast difference. The man is no more entitled to an apology from me be- cause he is rich, than though he were as poor as arat—nor is he any more likely to get it, if as much. He pushed his bospitality upon me, and I felt inclined not to accept it, So that’s all there is of it.” ‘*Maybe—I hope so. But, although I’m no lawyer, I’ve found that a rich friend is better than a rich enemy, ’most any time,” ‘‘Tam not prepared to doubt that; but as I owe Mr. Norris no apology, I certainly shall not give him one.” And the flash of the wheelman’s eyes spoke more forcibly than his words that he meant what he said. ‘¢ Well, we won’t quarrel about it,” Red Ryan said: ‘‘ but let’s take asmile. While I admire Bene principle, I doubt if you will profit by ad- ering toit.” SSS SSS SSS 5 They drank again, and then Bicycle Ben left the Roaring Ram. As be did so be encountered a vailed woman in front of the door who, immediately upon see- ing him, uttered an exclamation, and laid Ler hand upon bis shoulder. ‘*You are Bicycle Ben?’ she said, interroga- tively. ‘* Yes!” he replied, staring bard at her, and noting that there were hemmed apertures through her vail for her to see and breathe through. “You are Bicycle Ben, and yet you are not Bicycle Ben!” whe said. ‘'I know you, you see, And you are the very individual I want to see! And this woman was Kid Glove Kate, CHAPTER V. EL CREOLE ‘‘ ORDERS UP!” LET us return to the halted stage, upon the mountain trail, despite the fact that as regards time, we are pr ing ourselves, in the thread of our story. No challenge could bave been more promptly answered than the suddenness with which the ahd brought the stage to a standstill, on de- mand, Almost instantly, thereafter, the doors of the coach were thrown open, on either side, anda dozen men were seen each clutching one or more leveled revolvers, showing that there was little use for the passengers to attempt resis- tance, Every man was masked, and dressed in top- oe, corduroy trowsers, red shirts, and slouch ats. ‘‘Gentlemen!” cried one of the foremost, ‘‘ I am El Creole, the road-agent, and I have held up this stage so that one of your number +4 have an opportunity to turv the contents of bis pockets into my bat. Ye’r’a poor moneyless set, whom I’d despise robbing, with the exception of this one man, and his name is Gilbert Garrick! He has money, jewelry and other valuables and if he will be so kind and accommodating, I —— take them, and keep good care of them, for im!” : ‘Curse you! you shall not have them!” Gar- rick cried, furiously. ‘ Pi—Vl— ‘‘Do nothing!” triumphantly answered the road-agent, ‘None of your kicking, Gil Gar- rick, or lll have the boys take you out o’ there, and riddle ye wi’ bullets. So pitch everything out here on the ground, or die, You can take your choice. Hvorything, now mind you!” ‘‘Hyer, give me back my things!” gasped Mambrinus Maccaw, excitedly. ‘‘The road- agents doan’t want ’em so give ’em back to me! “To Halifax with you!” Garrick roared, “That blind won’t work, but you can bet we'll fix you when we get you to Li aly Lode, Here, you accursed robber—take a but by the furies of Hades, remember, I'll bun you down, and bave life’s blood for this out- rage!” and emptying bis pockets be tossed one thing after another upon the ground—among the rest the things he had obtained from the iant. . A groan escaped Maccaw, as he saw them go beyond his reach—probably irredeemably—but he could not prevent the sacrifice, as one of the road-agents’ revolvers was leveled uncomforta- bly near his head. i Through the eye-holes of bis mask, El Creole watcbed Garrick empty bis pockets—tben, when the process was completed, he cried:— “There! Thank you, Garrick! I see you ap- preciate bow much sweeter is life than lacre— which is wise of you, for I should most certainly bave salivated you had you not come down ac- cording to directions, By the way, if vou’re dry and want a drink, when you get to Light- ning Lode, drop into any bar an’ tell ’em EL Creole ordered ’em up for you, and they won't dare refuse you. If they do, just report to me and I'll come down and clean the town out, you can bet! That’s all! Much obliged to you, Ym sure! Perbaps we'll meet again when you’re flush!” The doors of the coach were then slammed shut, and the driver ordered to ‘“‘ get a-going,” which he did, without hesitation. And the stage rumbled away toward Ligbt- ning Lode, leaving El Creole and his band be- hind, with their ill-gotten booty; while within the receding coach, Gilbert Garrick sat among his fellow-passengers, and cursed, furiously, ‘You're all an accursed set of idiots—idiots and traitors, av’ [’]l bave ye all strung up when we get to the camp. 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6 one miner agreed, “ an’ ef ye sling out any more hints about our havin’ ter do wi’ that attack, we'll take ye out 0’ this coach, and boost ye ter a limb!” “You bet we will—great jigs of old St. Vitus, yes!” eagerly assented Maccaw, ‘ Ary gerloot as’)] asperse ther character uv a great he-up-an’- haw, like yer ’umble sarvent, orter be burnt ona funeral pyre, bigher'n ther Big Buttes o’ tber Rockies—l’m a snortin’, snappin’ snake, ef he hadn’t! Tork erbout yer loss, you mealy-mouth- ed mackerel! Why, ye’ve no idea what J’ve lost—more’n I kin ever make, ef I war gittin’ a thousand dollars a day in a thousan’ years— hovor an’ responserbility !” Garrick uttered a snarling curse, but made no other answer; but when, a ‘half-hour later, the stage broke down, with a wheel off, and the passengers bad no choice but to foot it on to Lightning Lode, the negro and Maccaw walked together. Watching his chance, the darky nudged the giant, as be said: “Sb! I knows you's all right, boss, but don’t it done gone an’ strike you dat dar was suffin’ "sterious an’ crooked *bout dat dar stage rob- bery ?” And although he bad been keeping his own counsel it struck Maccaw exactly in that same manner—it did Jook to him as if there was some- thing decidedly queer about it that he and Gar- rick should have been the only sufferers by the attack, ; What significance, however, was there in the act? CHAPTER VI. KID GLOVE KATE. THE words of Kid Glove Kate caused Bicyvle Ben considerable astonishment, inasmuch as he was a stranger (> that part of the territory. Who or what she could be was more than he could fathom nor had he the least idea, what she could want with bim. “So Tam the very person you want to see, am I?’ he said in answer to her declaration. ‘Well, as | don’t know that I know you, per- baps you will be kind enough, to explain to me what it is you want of me? “Ob! certainly. Just step down here, out of earshot, and I will grant you the information you want.” Just below the Roaring Rim was a vacant lot, and tothe edge of this Kid Glove Kate led the way, and halted, facing Bicycle Ben. ‘There! Little danger of our being over- heard bere,” she declared, with a keen glance around, ‘‘and so we will come to the point, without delay. I hear that you have quarreled witb Nicholas Norris!” ‘‘Indeed! How did you acquire the informa- tion?’ Ben demanded. “That does not matter, I have ways numer- ous and various for finding out that which I may desire to know. I have learned that a quarrel or perhaps, more correctly a rupture has occurred between you and the mine-owner!” “Oaly so far as he tendered me the hospital- ity of bis bome and I declined, whereupon he became offended.” “Precisely. Norris appeared to take it into bis bigoted bead to take you under the protec- tion of his officious wing?’ and there was a spice of sarcasm in Kid Glove Kate’s tone. * Well, I should rather take it in that light!” Ben acknowledged. ‘And you are right in doing so. You do not understand Nick Norris, yet, however. By the way, 1 understand that you came to these cea for the purpose of hunting down the out- aw, E! Creole?” “YT did!” ‘* What for?” , “To kill him!” . Sternly did the sport utter these words, and witb an intensity of feeling that could only arise from a vengeful spirit. ‘*You would commit murder, then?” Kate queried. “*No—I would but be taking a life for a life!” was the grim reply, and Ben’s frank counte- nance became shadowed with gloom. “Then, you have a vengeance to satisfy ?” “T have!” “ Of what nature” “That can matter little, just now. Enough is it, that I am ona trail of vengeance, and that is the one consuming object of my future existence.” ** Well, although I know more about you than you suppose, I am ignorant as to your hatred for Ei Creole. I leathe and despise the man as much ss yeu bate bim, an? any punishment you cau inflict vpon him I sh Il heartily ep- Bicycle Ben. prove, I wished to tell you this in order that you might not form avy unjust suspicions against me, should you have been inclined to do so. Another thing I would speak of: Did Nick Norris speak to you of the girl at the clothing store? ‘“‘He did—and in a manner both uncompli- mentary and insulting!” **I thought as much. He is trying to influ- ence everybody against her and her mother. Listen, and I will briefly outline the cause of bis animosity toward them.” She did so. Speaking rapidly and coherently, she related much that is already known to the reader, relative to the affairs of the Marten estate. Bicycle Ben listened with manifest interest. “TI see why, now!” be said, when she was done. ‘‘I see why Nick Norris wishes to blast their reputation, and to crush them. And you say that Mrs. Marten stoutly asserts that she has a will, drawn since that made in favor of Norris?’ <OVee,” ** And that she bas sent for it?” ‘*T am not positive; but suspect so. A promi- nent character about town has been absent for over a week, As he affiliated somewhat with the Martens since they came to Lightning Lode, I have every reason to believe that he was sent after the important documents.” “Likely. His name?’ “He is a rough, uncouth, gigantic bull- whacker, and called himself Mambrinus Mac- caw! Bicycle Ben started. ‘“‘Humpb! The name is not unfamiliar to me!” he stated. ‘*Do you know, I once had a dream connected with that name, and I regard- ed the dream as an omen of evil.* The evil came, sure enough, in the shape of an atrocious murder, and now, it appears that another part of the dream isin prospect of fulfillment. Do you know that this bullwhacker ever had an- other name?” ‘*He may easily bave bad a score of ’em,” Kate said, with a laugh. ‘ However, it occurs to me, that I have somewhere heard that he once went by the name of Slumgallion Sloat— tho’, for the life of me, I couldn’t tell how I got hold of the information,” ‘“It is correct, at any rate,” Ben declared. “And this man, you think, was intrusted with the mission of seg pratt arent) Marcetrs all-im- Poreae ithe to Lightning ode? “Supposing these papers should never reach her: “Heavens! I believe the poor woman would become crazy! She fey all ber dependence in getting the papers safely here, and proving her rightful ownership to the Lightning Lode.’ ‘Do you think she would be able to do so, even if in possession of the papers?” “IT have not a doubt about the matter. Let me tell you that a large majority of the people of the camp are in deep sympathy with the widow and her daughter, but are constrained not to make the fact evident for fear of anger- ing Norris, upon whom they are dependent for employment!” ‘*Tn case the will and deeds should be lost, how about the man who drew them up?” 7 **Oh! he is dead. A week prior to the widow’s arrival in Lightning Lode, a mangled corpse was found, a mile below town. Although it was unrecognizable, as regards face and form, the clothing and some papers in the pockets, were sufficient evidence that the remains were those of Barras, the lawyer. If he were alive, it is generally believed there would be no diffi- culty in establishing Mrs, Marten’s rights.” Bicycle Ben was silenta moment. “T am considerably interested in this case,” he confessed, at length, ‘‘and my sympathy naturally goes out for the widow and her daughter.” b “And it was mainly to excite your interest in their behalf that I sought this interview with you. I know you to be» man of sterling prin- ciples and integrity—bold, brave, fearless and honorable. It is just such a man whom the Martens need to espouse their cause. But they also need a man who is popular with the people —a man who, by some bold, daring or wonder- ful act, has manifested his pre-eminent superior- ity over the masses, You, I dare say, would be willing to assist the Martens, and yet it is desir- able that you should, in some striking manner, distinguish pourselt, and make yourself a favor- ite among the people!” *See ‘“ Yreka Jim’s Joker,” Hatr-Dime LIBRARY No. 385. “Oh! that might not be a hard job. But, excuse me, now, if 1 manifest a little curiosity. You seem much interested in the Martens. Are you personally intimate with them?” ‘‘No—not at all. 1 have never even spoken to them.” ‘*Then why this interest?” “The interest of a worldly-pushed person toward those in trouble!” ‘Your name?” “‘T am called Kid Glove Kate here!” ‘« Your occupation?” “*T have none,” ‘*Who are you that you claim to know me?” “That does not matter, sir. I might be the wife of El Creole, for what you know, But ask no more questions on that subject, as I can give you no satisfaction. Enough is it, that I am not your enemy. And now, will you befriend the Martens? You will lose nothing, and it may be the means of your finding El Creole!” She said this so significantly that he regarded her, keenly. ‘* May be you are El Creole!” he suggested, grimly. Wherevpon, she laughed. ; Ty hardly fancy if I were he, and knowing your intentions toward me, I would face you, so amicably. But, time flies, How do you pro- pose to distingnish yourself?” Bicycle Ben was silent a few moments, before answering. He seemed to be deliberating— searching for some novel plan of action. Finally, his face brightened, and he said: “Tl tell you what I am going to do, and I reckon it will catch ’em wild, At dusk, to- night ’'m going to mount my bicyclo, and ride up thet inclined cable road, into the Lightning Lode mine, and back again!” CHAPTER VII. A VILLAINOUS SCHEME. THe extraordinary proposition of Bicycle Ben, caused Kid Glove Kate to utter an ejacula- tion of astonishment, ““Why, man, are you mad? Such an attempt would but result in your sudden destrnetion.” . “ Quite the epee Mam’selle Kate. Noth- ing is impossible, in this age. I can go up that cable, as well as I can ride my cycle upon level ground, It is only a matter of balance, and I am somewhat of an i a A myself. f of course do not ascend with my machine in its present condition, but have a groved gum band, which I ro rae over the present tire, and which prevents the wheel from slipping. Thus, by steady balancing, I can run the machine over a half-inch rope, if it be sufficiently taut.” ‘* But, sir, just think of the fearful peril you would be placing yourself in! The mouth of the mine is at least a thousand feet above the town.. Supposing, when part away up, you should lose your balance and come plunging headlorg down? Ugh! it is horrible to con- template. You must not think of attempting it, sir!’ “ Well, then, to please you I won’t think about it, but will see you, later.” “Stop! 1 understand you. You say yon won’t think about it, but you intend to do it!” ** Most assuredly I do /” # You shall not! It is madness! I will ap- peal to the people to prevent you!” “Do so if you choose—there will only be a general demend for an undertaker’s services if you do so, So have no fears for my welfare, but watch me paralyze the natives!” and tip- ping his hat, the dashing wheelman walked away. Watching him a few seconds, Kid Glove Kate shook her head, as if she doubted his ability to perform what he had promised; then she en- tered the Roaring Ram, : As for Bicycle Ben, be sauntered leisurely down the street, enjoying a cigar, until he came to the office of Nicholas Norris, whom he saw sitting inside, looking in a very disturbed frame of mind, Seized by a sudden impulse, the bicyclist en- tered the office. ‘‘Good-afternoon,’ Mr. Norris!” he saluted, . helping himself to a chair. ‘ Dreaming the hours away, eh?’ ‘“ Yes!” was the terse answer. “ Whatof it?” “Ob! nothing—only you looked so sober and thoughtful. By the way. I just dropped in to say that I have reconsidered somewhat, and concluded to accept of your hospitality during my stay, as inquiry resultsin my learning you to be a most estimable gentleman. That is, I shall deem it an honor to become your guest, upon one condition!” There was a disagreeable sneer upon the mine- owner’s face as he listened. } | |
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: Bicycle Ben. ee ‘¢ Upon conditions, eh?’ he repeated, ‘ Well, allow me to inform you that it is unnecessary to eater for guests by agreeing to conditions. However, go on and explain what you mean!” ‘Certainly. I want the privilege of mount- ing my bicycle, and riding up your cableway, to the mine and back again!” ** What ?” The mine-owner looked thunderstruck. ‘‘] believe I spoke plainly enough, sir. I want the privilege of riding over your cable, on | = bicycle, at dusk to-nigbt!” be astonishment of Nicholas Norris did not seem to abate. ‘* You’re a fool!’ he growled, bothering me with any such nonsense or I'll have you ejected from my office!’ “By whom?’ Ben pleasantly inquired, with an amused glance at Casper Cutch’s spindle shanks, “Tt don’t matter by whom. Don’t come here with the impression that J’m a fool!” ‘‘Indeed, I’d sooner take any other man in Lightning Lode to be that, quicker than you. But, that’s another thing. ou plainly don’t believe I can ride up the incline on a bieycle!” “Certainly Idon't! Vd wager my life on it!” and the mine-owner grew flushed and excited. **Don’t you do it!” Ben warned, calmly, ‘for you would only lose it, and you might not be able to procure another easily. What I want is permission to ride over your cable. Will you rant it?” “Tf you are desirous of breakiug your neck, yes. | hate to see an idiot lose his life, however!” “That’s all good and well. Perhaps I deserve to be called pet names, for my bravado. But, when you see me accomplish the feat, you will —— that I am not quite as much of a fool as I look, won't you?” ‘“When I see you accomplish the feat, I will know that you have accomplished it!” was the a reply, ‘‘and I will consider*you my es' ‘*Very well. It is with genuine pleasure that Iextend you an invitation to be present at the tight-rope performance to-night,” and with a gracious bow, he left the office, and was gone. After his departure, Norris sat for several minutes, with knitted brows and a peculiar ex- pression of countenance, “T don’t know whetber I especially desire to cultivate this fellow’s acquaintance or not,” he muttered. ‘It is quite plain that he’s a sharp of the first water, and his coming back and de- siring to accept of my bospitality, bas signifi- cance in it. e comes here ostensibly to hunt up El Creole. Has he any further mission, I wonder?” Arising, he put on his hat and left the office, and went direct to the Roaring Ram, where he found Red Ryan and Kid Glove Kate engaged in a game of cards. : As soon as it was finished, he called Ryan one side, out of hearing. ‘See here, Ryan, I’ve always been a good friend to you, baven’t 1?’ he demanded. ‘‘ Ever since I know’d you,” was the reply. “And helped you to put yourself on your feet?” ‘* You have.” “And never came to you and asked you for a favor?” ‘‘ Not that I remember of!” ““Very good. And now, if I were to come to you to ask a favor—?” 2 ‘““] would grant it, providing, of course, lam able to do so.” . ‘Very good. What do you think of this new arrival, who calls himself Bicycle Ben?” ‘ Very little, 1am not particularly impress- » ‘You don’t fancy him, eh?” “Hardly! He appears to have been born, a long ways from a salt works.” ‘You are right. And, to show off some of his smartness, do you know what he proposes to do?” oe No ida ‘* Well! TH tell you. He came to me, and wanted permission to ride his bicycle up the cable to the mine!” J “The devil! Why, he will break his neck!” “‘So I told bim, but he poohed.at my warn- ing. You see, he wants to show off before the tewn, and so gain popularity—for what ulterior object I can only guess.” : “* And you gave your permission?’ Red Ryan inquired, i * Certainly—but, understand, not without an object. I have taken a sudden and positive dis- like to the fellow, and I mean that he shall gain no popularity in Lightning Lode. To that end, you must assist me!” “Don’t come | o we - a “Well?” ‘* My plan is this: I have no doubt the fellow has money or else he would not put on so man lugs. So, 1 propose to test bim, and thus; will publicly offer to bet him that he cannot ac- complish the feat, When ke is a hundred feet above the town, you are to rush out, and threaten to shoot him if he does not come down, The challenge will lose him his equilibrium, and he will come down /—and you and I will divide the wager money !” Nick Norris uttered these words fiercely— ' with a venomous intensity of feeling. | Red Ryan regarded bim a moment, half- steruly, half-disgustedly—then, some counter- acting passion seemed to obtain possession of | his better man, and he said, rather coldly: | ‘*Very well; I have a private engagement to-night, and cannot personally accommodate you—-but, I will instruct my bartender to fill | my part.” ‘* Who will tend bar?” ‘* Kate!” ‘* What is she to you?” the bonanza king de- manded, half-fiercely. “ Nothing!” Red Ryan answered, sententious- ly, and turning away, rejoined Kid Glove Kate at the card table. CHAPTER VIII. BICYCLE BEN MAKES THE TRIP! ArteR leaving Nicholas Norris, Bicycle Ben wandered about the camp for awhile, and took a good survey of the cable tramway over which he was to take his perilous ride that evening, It is unnecessary to say the daring sport was full well aware that the experiment would be pepe a with imminent danger, and perhaps eath! : Should he lose his balance, and pitch down- ward from the ropa, it would almost certainly be the latter, But once the resolution was formed, he was not the man to back out, and shortly before sunset be set to work adjusting the grooved rubber tires to the large and small wheels of his bicycle, When the operation was complete, be an- nounced his purpose to a number of the bystand- ers, and this acted as an advertisement, for in a short time every one in Lightning Lode knew of bis proposed venture, and, as may be im- agined, the excitement waxed warm, In passing the clothing-house of Isaac Jacobs, it occurred to him that he was in need of some handkerchiefs, and so be improved the oppor- tunity to get another glimpse of Miss Marten. He found her wrapping up some goods bebind the counter, while Jacobs himself was seated outside the counter, reading a paper. When Myra Marten raised her eyes at the sound of the young wheelman’s footsteps, and met bis gaze, a faint tinge of color came to her cheek. ‘*T would like to examine some of your band- kerchiefs,” Ben said, politely—‘‘ something in silk, if you have them.” “Certainly,” and Myra took down three boxes, and opened them. ‘ This comprises our stock of silk ones, as they are not in general de- mand here.” “Yaw, dot ish true!” spoke up Mr. Jacobs. ‘*So helb me gracious! I sells but von handker- sheef since I coom mit Lightning Lode! Ef der folks vants to vipe deir noses off, dey tooks deir sbirt-sleeve to it. Ben laughed. “You are about right, I guess,” he said. “I find it easier to use a handkerchief. There, I think I will take those two, miss.” In the mean time, Jacobs, who ever had an eye out for business, had been regarding Ben’s bicycle pants, the legs of which were more ab- breviated than ordinary pants. ** Look here, young man; I tole you vot you vant, You haf outgrowed dem pants, und you vant a new pair. J sells you a new pair dirt cheap—der best goods for der least money.” ‘Not to-day, my friend. These are my bicy- cle pants, and I wear them when I ride the wheel,” _*fOb! den you vas der veller vot ish going to ride up der cable, hey?” “Exactly.” **Den let me tells you. you pe von fool. so you vas! Vy, you fall off, and preak off your neck.” ‘**Ob, I guess not. If I do, will you give mea blaek suit to be laid out in?” “No, but I dole you vot Ido, I pet you one whole complete outfit dot you don’d ride up to der mine to-nigbt.” “* We will shake!” Ben assented. the price of two suits that I do.” ‘“T go you Side het. “ All righd; it vasa pargain. Myra, you vas vitvess to der agreement.” The girl inclined her bead, and regarded Ben rather anxiously, ‘*Are you not afraid to undertake such a thing?’ she asked, ‘‘My! I should think if an impossibility for any person to guide a bicycle up that slender cable!’ ‘* Notbing like trying!” Ben bravely KeePone- ed. ‘If L win, I win laurels—if I Jose, 1 lose my life. It isa matter of life or death.” é ‘“‘May God guide you right, then!” Myra said, but in a tone that Jacobs could not under- stand, Then, after exchanging a few words, Ben took his departure, and it is possible that he left behind him a most anxious heart, Long before the hour arrived for bim to try his remarkable and dangercus experiment, the gulch street was thronged with citizens who were eager to see the aftempt made, Bets were freely offered that Ben could not make gcod his brag, and there were a few tak- ers, but only a few. Men who had pienty of money were not anx- ious to bet that the sport could do that which seemed an impossible feat, while those who were of the opinion that he could accomplish it were those whose cash capital was at low ebb. A sbort time before Ben was to make the at- tempt he encountered Nicolas Norris near the hotel. : There was a contemptuous sneer upon the mine-owner’s face—a venomous glitter in his eyes, fs Well, [hear that you are still of a notion to make a show of yourself!” he said, gruffly. “Have you ordered a coffin in advance?—for I'll agree that no one will buy one for you when you break your neck!” “Don’t be too sure about that!” Ben coolly responded. ‘‘I’ve got money enough to defray my funeral rae in case I stand in need of an outfit, and I’ll agree that there mane be at least one or two persons in the camp who would lend a hand toward planting me. Besides, sir, I'll have you know that I do not intend to fail in my purpose,” “Oh! don't you?” with another sneer, ‘‘ Welt, now, I’m of the opinion that you will—so much so, at least, that I'd be willing to venture almost § any amount of money on the matter!” ‘Indeed? Well, I don’t know but I'd take you up, providing you wish to make a bona How steep do you propose to go? ‘“You put op your pile and J’ll cover it, two to one, that you can’t ride up to the mine and back, over the cable upon your bicycle.” ‘ Ben immediately dove into his pockets, and as a result, brought forth two goodly-sized wads of bills that bad the appearance of being of large denominations, ‘Well, sir, I have here a thousand dollars to. bet. But up your money or sbut up, whichever you please!’ “Come over here and place your money in the hands of my clerk, Casper Cutch, and | will cover it. If you win you shall baye tho stakes.” Ben accompanied him to the office and the wager was made in the piace of Cuteb, and two others, who were called in as witnesses. Ben then made his preparations for the at- tempt. At his instance a bonfire was built to light up the scene, and then, pushing bis bicycle before him, he ascended to a platform, which some miners had volunteered to erect, to enable bim fo teach the cable whose end was within the ore mill, Without much difficulty the wheelman suc- ceeded in getting the cycle grooved upon the wire and ready for work. The next important thing was to get upon it, ha at the same time balance it and him- self, Below and all around him people were watch- ing eagerly and anxiously, expecting to see him make a failure, disma) and unfortunate in the extreme; but they reckoned without their host, for once, on in not taking Bicycle Ben for as good as his word. ) Steadily balancing the bicycle upon the wire for a few minutes, he suddenly shot upward from the platform with a great spring, and came down astride the machine with as much precision as he could have exercised in sitting upon a chair, In an instant more bis feet were upon the treadles, and the bicycle was, gliding away up tbe cable road, toward the mine, A’ shout of applause, terrific in its yolume, went up from the throats of the ctators, as. they realized that, in part, Bicycle Ben had made good his brag.
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But another question was yet to be answered. Although he rode steadily and gracefully, from the start, would he be able to continue on, thus, until he reached the mouth of the mine? The indications were that he would, if allow- ed to proceed, uninterrupted, This, however, be was not permitted to do. All eyes were riveted upon him, when out from the * Roaring Ram” rushed the bartender with a rifle in hand, and uttering a Comanche- like yell. ‘Halt! there, Bicycle Bev!” he roared, fierce- ly. ‘Come back, or I'll put er bullet through yer cabeza!” ? Although, by this time, he was some distance above the town, Bicycle Ben heard the words. He gradually brought his machine to ‘‘a slow” and gazed downward. ‘* Why shall I halt?’ he demanded, sternly. ** Because it is a sin and a shame for a man to thus foolisbly peril his life,” was the reply. “We all see that you can do what you have claimed, and that is sufficient. IT now repeat my order for you to come back or [’ll put every bullet iu this repeating rifle through your infer- nal carcass!” “No you won’t!” a second voice cried, and Kid Glove Kate stepped forward, with a pair of cocked ‘‘ sixes” in her grasp. ‘ Put down your Trifle, Jake Grey, and let the bicyclist proceed, or it will be you who gets the cold lead. You know me !” Red Ryan’s bartender evidently did know her for be dropped the butt of his rifle to the ground with a savage growl. ‘*Go ahead, curse you!” he snarled. ‘’Tain’t none o’ my hiz—but youw’ll ketch it!” he added, turning to Kate, “Pm not particularly alarmed!” she said, in- differently; then, raising her voice, she called to Bicycle Ben: ““Go ahead, sir! No one shall molest you while Kid Giove Kate is around, and don’t you eal that! Go abead, and accomplish your eat! “Toank you! The game is to stop me and make me lose my money and my life; but, all the same, I will make the trip!” Ben replied, from bis aerial perch. With these words he set the cycle into full motion, and away he sped up the incline ata _ speed much increased over that he had first exercised, Neatly, and yet sometimes leaning at a fear- ful angle, be rounded the curves, and then glided onward and upward, the nickel plating of the machine glistening as the firelight in the gulch below reflected upon it. Backward and forward across the gulch as ran the cable sped the dashing wheelman, until ak mg he reached the level of the mouth of the xuine, Then swinging his hat above his head and giving vent to a triumphant yell, he disappeared from view. Anxiously did the spectators await for his reappearance, for it seemed to them that it would be harder for him to make the descent; and this was really the case. But it was fully ten minutes ere Ben once more came into view, and astride bis wheeled horse glided triumphantly down the slender sone amid the thunderous cheers of the popu- ce far below him. CHAPTER IX, : FATHER AND SON. A Frew minutes later be was standing among the crowd, with his wheel beside him, victorious and flushed with triumph. Above and around him rung cheer after cheer of applause, and Ben was besieged by miners, who were eager to seize his hand and shake itin hearty og a poe Kid Glove Kate had been right. In order to make himself ‘‘ solid” with the people of Lightning Lode he must needs have given practical proof that he was a man of more than ordinary ability and nerve, This Bicycle Ben had to some extent accom- plished, and many made manifest their hearty liking of the dasbing wheelman., Of course, because of the failure of his scheme to baffle Ben in bis ride and thereby fraudulent- ly win the wager money, Norris got into a furi- ous passion; but getting no satisfaction from any aerter, he rushed down the street to bis office where Casper Cutch was standing in the doorway. “Give me that wager-money!” he cried, giv- ing Cutch a_pusb into the office. ‘‘Give me that money, I say!” “You are not entitled to it!” Cutch quietl replied, ‘‘Mr, Ben made the ascent and descent, . ee eee according to agreement, and the money belongs to bim!” “ That don’t make a particle of.difference. The money is mine, and [ want it—and, what’s more I'm going to have it. low-lived cur!” “Take care how you address me, Nicholas | Norris!” Cutch cried warningly, bis cheeks flush- ing. ‘Please remember that I’m no boy, if I am your clerk, and Vl] take no more insult from you than though I were a stranger!” ‘*Bah! You menial, and beggar! Give me that money, curse you,” ** ll do nothing of the kind, without the con- sent of the man who fairly won it,” Cutch firm- ly oe “Ha! Wowt you? Then, by the furies, ll take it from you!” and with an animal-like snarl, he rushed upon his long-limbed book- keeper, as though he would annihilate him. A clinch was, bowever, prevented, by Cutch, who quickly raising his right fist, planted it full in the mine-owner’s face, Norris went down like a log, and just at this juncture, Bicycle Ben, and the witnesses to the wager, entered the office. ‘Hello! what’s the matter, here?’ Ben de- manded, ‘*The matter is that Nicholas Norris tried to force me to give up the wager mouey to him, and I was forced to knock him down! Here is the money, sir. You are entitled to it.” ‘‘Thanks!” Ben said, receiving it! ‘* And so, Norris tried a funny game, did he? Well, it but confirms my opinion of him ! “Get out of my office!” Norris roared, strug- giing to his feet. ‘‘ Git!” and seizing a club he made a motion to hur! it. “Oh! that don’t sesre!” Ben retorted—‘' not a bit, Nick Norris. However, as I despise hav- ing anything to do with a man like you, I will turn my back,” and with a mocking bow, he and the other two men took their departure, When they were gone, Norris turned a furious glare upon Casper Cutch. ** And, now, sir, you—what have you got to say for yourself?” “You attempted to assault me, and I knocked you down—a thing, sir, that ought to he of benefit to you, by learning you not to be so fresh, in the future!” “Indeed? And do you know what that das- tard blow will cost you?” ‘*Nol Ican’t say that Ido, asI did no par- ticular harm to my knuckles!” “Tt will cost you your situation—perbaps, your life!” ‘Oh! I gness not. I am not afraid, Nick Norris, so far as my life is concerned, and in re- gard to my situation, you couldn’t well do with- out me!” Cutch was so com d and confident that Norris eyed him both anxiously and sus- ores ‘See here, what do you mean?” he demanded, angrily, Just what I said—that I don’t think you could well get along without me. Fur- thermore, Nick Norris, if you want it straight, you dare not discharge me!” Norris uttered a fearful oath, ““D’ye defy me?” he hissed, his hands opening and shutting convulsively. **No, but you know, and I know that it would not be advantageous to your interests to dis- charge me. That is all. My work for to-day is finished. If you desire me to return in the morning you must hunt me up!” and with a bow most stately, Casper Cutch left the office, After bis departure Norris droppei vpon a chair, and sat there for a long time, his face the indicator of passion most intense—rage of the most rancorous kind. The words of the clerk had cut deep into his heart, for only too well aware was be, tbat he was indeed, to some extent in Cutch’s power, and this fact expressed by the clerk in person, gave the mine-owner great uneasiness. ‘*The wretch knows his power over me, where I always supposed he was dull and stupid about the matter!” he soliloquized. ‘If I dis- charge him he will use what knowledge he has against me, IfI reinstate him in my services he will no doubt be triumphant and overbearing, and take advantage of every opportunity to let me know that be can snap his fingers at_me, and [ can’t help myself. Curses upou him! Why was I not smart enough, at accounts, that I might never have needed a clerk?” ‘*There’s ope way,” be muttered, at last; ‘it is safest, surest, and best, if it can be well man- aged. Dead men tell no tales, where if let live, Casper Cutch might ruin me, I will see to it before I sleep, or nay name is not Nick Norris.” | | | | | crustily, whereupon the door opened, and a Give it to me, I say, you | man entered. He was well-proportioned, well-dressed, and wore a well-kept brown beard. “ Frank—my son!” Nicholas Norris ejaculat- ed, springing to his feet and grasping the new- comer by the hand. ‘Sh! old man—you’re wrong!” was the gustiet reply. ‘‘Ilam Gilbert Garrick, and no in of yours. Do youunderstand? There! that will do,” disengaging bis hand, ‘‘ How is busi- ness?” “ Fairly good, but the outlook is better. You got my letters?” ‘*Cert; and was surprised to hear that geo had succeeded tosuch a bonanza. And glad, too, you can bet, for of late my exchequer has been running rather low!” ‘Don’t let that fret you, for if things turn out right, there will bea plenty for both of us, Did you secure the documents? “Certainly! Upon getting your letters, I hunted up the fellow, Maccaw, and found that he bad Skaae obtained possession of the pa- pers. I boarded the same stage he did, and ac- companied him on the journey, together with some fellows L brought along, in case I might need them, When we were not many miles from here, I forced Maccaw to give up his pos- sessions, making out that 1 suspected bizn of be- ing a road-agent’s decoy!” “Ha! good! Excellent!” ‘Oh! but hold on. You know there is often a worm-bole in a very good-tasting apple. And so it turned out, in tbis case. I stowed the pre- cious papers away in my pocket, and was con- gratuluting myself that the goose was banging very high when suddenly the stage was sur- rounded by road-agents—tbere must bave been a bundred of ‘em, at the very least—and we were forced to give up everytbing; that is, I was, as I was the ee one on whom demand was made, and everything had to to go, papers and all, They cleaned me out to the last cop- er!” . Norris uttered a cry of disappointment and rage. ‘You are sure about this?’ he demanded, re- garding his son moony. * Certainly,” was the reply. ‘f There is ample proof of it! ‘““Who were these road-agents—El Creole’s gang?’ ‘¢ Yea? ‘‘Then, by heaven, our interests are in immi- nent peril, Who this E) Creole is I have no means of knowing, but I am satisfied that he has no particular amount of love for me, for I, individually, have suffered losses, through sev- eral of his stage robberies. 1f be uses the will at all, it will be against me, and in favor of the Martens.” ‘‘ Perhaps be will offer to sell it to you?” ‘That may be, but the chances I believe to be quite to the contrary. You know there is a charming daughter, aud a not much less charm- ing widow. He might angle after them! Con- sequently a pote must be taken of every visitor who goes to the Martens’ place of residence!” ‘All right. Appoint me as spy, and 1 may be able to get upa match between fatber and son and widow and daughter, which would ren- der arbitration superfluous.” “Very well, But, as you say, there is no immediate necessity of its being known in Lightoing Lode that you are cat son.” ‘Ob! certainly not—certainly not. Garrick fits me admirably, and this artistic false wig and beard I wear, effectually prevent me from looking too much like my royal dad!” Which in fact was true. No one would have supposed the twain to be father and son. CHAPTER X. THE HE-UP-AND-HAW ON THE RAMPAGE. Wut Gilbert Garrick was announcing the news of the stage-robbery to his father, the other passengers of the coach were doing a like thing to the people of Lightning Lode. Toe first thing Mambrinus Maccaw did, after reaching camp, was to seek the Roaring Ram, and stand the bartender off for a couple of drinks. As he was free in spending bis money when he bad any, he was able to thus secure a limited credit. 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There was no one in the clothing department, when he entered, but Jacobs, himself, who eyed the bullwbacker eagerly. “Vel, vat’s der news?’ he asked, leaning over the counter. ‘‘ Uf you dells me you made oud all right I gif you a new suit of clot’ing!” “*Olothin’, d’yer say?” the bullwhacker grunt- ed, glaring bard at the merchant—“ clothin’!” Waal! [should snort up asnake! Lookee heer, ye gol-darned sour-kraut bar’l, what d’yer take me fer—me, ther howlin’, hydra-headed he-up- an’-haw from Hydrofoby Gulch! Me wear yer shoddy rags. what Italians picked up out o’ asb-bar’ls¢ Great silver sand-jigs uv old Saint Vitus! Why I’d war buffler-skin, furst, cuss my boots, ef I wouldn’t do thet same! Store- clothin’ indeed, when a gazelle-like mid-sum- mer’s-night’s-dream o’ my forty-four caliber, war never known ter wear anything, cept bony-fide broad-cloth. Pooh! bah! biff. Whar’s Mrs. Marten an’ Myra ih “Go vind oud!” Jacobs growled. you vind ’em in der kidchen.” Without awai ing for a further invitation, Maccaw sought the rear domestic apartment of the shanty, and there found Mrs. Marten and her daughter, clearing away the supper dishes. Both ladies uttered exclamations of joy, at sight of the giant. “Ob! Mr. Maccaw, have you really got safe- ly back?” Mrs, Martei said, shaking hands with him. ‘* We are so very glad, for we were fearful that some harm might befall you, Te'l us—have you got the papers?” “No!” and the “‘he-up-and-haw ” dropped in- to an arm-chair, his face gloomy—a thing re- markable, for him. ‘‘No, me leddy, [m a howlin’ hydra-headed he-up-an’-haw, an’ kin lick ther best dozen o’ men thet ever trod patent-leather—but, I hain’t got them papers!” Mrs. Marten and Myra both grew pale with apprehension, ‘“* For Heaven’s sake explain, sir,” the widow exclaimed, anxiously. ‘‘ What has happened? Couldn’t you obtain them?” “Yas, I got ’em allright, an’ fetched ’em *most to Lightning Lode—then lost ’em,"” Mac- caw growled, He then went on, in bis uncouth way, to relate the stage-coach e;isodes, the particulars of which are already known. _ The two women listened, their faces depict- ing their intense anguish, ‘Oh heaven! all is then lost, indeed!” the widow said, covering her face with her hands, and bursting into tears, while Myra also wept softly. ‘‘Lost—and we are now naught but : pepperet ' “No! Pll be teetotally cussed fer a polecat, ef you aire!” Mavcaw said. *‘‘ Et don’t pay ter ery over spilt milk, but aire allus best ter try ter dip sone o’ et up wi’ @ spoon. Thet aire one 0’ my golding rules, you bet, an’ this hyer hydra-beaded he-up-an’-haw ain’t goin’ ter git ther least bit discomfuddled about et—great jigs uv St. Vitus, no!” ‘Oh! sir, but how can one but be discour- aged? What possible prospect is there of win- ning back the Lightning Lode from Nick Nor- ris, now that both the deed and the will are lost? Ob! it seems as if this loss would drive me erazv!” ‘“Ob nonsense! Yer know me—I’m hyer, an’ yer friend, thru’ blood an’ bullets. We're jest goin’ ter keep a stiff upper lip, an’ef [ knows which d’rection a nor’wester blows,we'll win ther day, yet. Yer know I told yer thet I ’spi- cioned thet ther galoot, Gilbert Garrick, who I told yer about, werea snide, Thet ain’t all I be- lieve. Ther more {think erbout et, the more I cal- kylate thet ther sarcumstances 0’ Garrick’s fore- in’ me to shell out, an’ then, ther stage bein’ stopped, an’ El Creole’s forcin’ only him ter pony up—et hes a significance w’ot makes me allow thet it were alla put-up job ter git ther papers, wiout pertickler criminatin’ Garrick! reat jigs o’ St. Vitus, don’t et look thet way ter ou ‘ , ‘Now that you speak of it again, I must ad- mit that it does look somewhat that way. And La man, Garrick—has he come to Lightning e” ‘* Maybe “Yas, an’ ef I ain’t green as er Onyun sprout, be’ll be ther clew from which we'll git ther next news 0’ ther stolen papers. Great gills of ther whale Jonah swallered! I wish a feller war heer w’ot I uster know. His name war Yreka Jim—an’ tork erbout yer detectives! Why, he jest extracted ther yeast right outen ther cake, did he! He war purty as an Appoller, sharp es a honed ragor, an’ reckless an’ fearless as—I am, fer instunce, Lord Jerusha! Ef he war beer, he'd jest snatch right bold o’ ther case, an’ in a jiffy thar’d be a Black Crook transfermasbun, wherein you’d be ockerpyin’ a castle, an’ Nick Norris w’u’d be doin’ ther aerial tight-rope act!” “Then, indeed, I wish he were here,” Mrs. Marten said, *‘ for [ am sure I don’t know what to do!” “By the way, there is some such a person here in the camp,” Myra said—‘ anyhow, he is brave and daring, for be rode a bicycle up the incline! He is very handsome, too. Indeed, I was quite impressed with him, when he came to the store to purchase some handkerchiefs.” ‘His name?” Maccaw asked. ““ Why, every one calls him Bicycle Ben, and so I suppose that must be his name.” “* Describe bim.” Myra did so, as accurately as possible, At which the bullwhacker manifested a good deal of excitement. “Great oppery reels aw’ silver sand shin-digs of poor old St. Vitus! Il bet a quart o’ bug- juice tera muskeeter’s tce-nail, et’s ther same feller, Yreka! Ef et aire, I ain’t no midsum- mer-night’s dream ef we don’t go ter work an’ kalsomine this hyer burg carmine!” And with a few giant strides, Mambrinus had vanished, in eager search of the dashiag wheelman, ihe ep CHAPTER XI. YREKA JIM’S REVELATION, Sw#ort.y after accomplishing his wonderful feat upon the bicycle, and getting his wager money from Casper Cutch, Bicycle Ben repair- ed to the hotel, where, in the cffice, be encoun- tered Kid Glove Kate, who motioned him to be seated at the table where she was sitting. “You are a hero! Allow me to tender you my most hearty congratulation upon your re- markable performance!” she said, regarding bim steadily. ‘* You are now a solid man in Lightning Lode!” “If so, Lam indebted to you for the gain, whatever it may signify,” Beu replied, ‘Not at all. I wanted to see you get a starter. Have you called upon the Martens et? ‘‘T dropped in at the store, and made a small urchase—that is all. I did not feel warranted in intruding myself into their private affairs,” ‘‘Well, I suppose not, Yet it is my desire that you enlist in their cause, and I am confi- dent they will be glad to accept of your ser- vices. hat do you think of Myra?” ‘She is a very pretty girl.” ‘“‘'You are rignt, and I’ll guarantee that she is every inch as good as she is pretty, Do you know what I'd like to see?” “ What?” ‘Why, having proven to my satisfaction that you are & very Ring among men—” ‘‘Tut! tut! Here, now, none of that, not susceptible to flattery !” ‘“T am not flattering you. You are hand- some, shrewd, intelligent and brave. Id like nothing better than to see you get interested in the Marten family, and fall in love with Myra, and make ber your wife!” This was a startler for Bicycle Ben, and he gave vent to his surprise in a whistle, .**Say, look here! You're rushing matters, are you not?’ he exclaimed. ‘‘ You claim to not be intimate with these people, and yet here you are, advocating my marrying the girl! ho are you that are so much interested?” Iam “Kid Glove Kate, at P tes service. Do you et a you could like Myra enough to marry er?” “Certainly not. Even though I might wor- ship her, I could not marry her, As I told you, on our first meeting, | have a mission to per- form, and until it is performed no woman is en- titled to a thought from me beyond that of a passing acquaintance.” Kid Glove Kate was silent for a fow moments, Saints which time she gazed intently at the able, At length she reached over and touched him upon the arm. ‘** Look here!” she said, rather decidedly; ‘I want to know youropinion of me. Do you think I.am your friend, or your enemy?’ ‘* Well, of course, I have not been able to judge, to a cersainty, thus far, but, from all I can see, your bearing toward me has been that of a friend.” “You are right, Although unknown to you, except in the character I now susiain, 1 am your friend, and the longer you know me the more apparent the fact will become to you. And, now, under such circumstances, I want you to do me a favor.” ‘© Well, what is it?” ‘Tell me the reason of your desire for re- venge upon Hi Creole, the road-agent?” Ben regarded ber keenly. “ Why do you want to know?” he demanded. “For no purpose detrimental to your inter~ ests, [ assure you—more out of curiosity, than anything else.’ * You say you know me?” ia) Yes,” “oe How ” ‘* By baving seen you oLce before,” “ Where?” “In Wake-Up,” “Ah! What was my name?” ‘Yreka Jim!” ‘Indeed! Did you see me more than once?” ‘No, IL was in Wake-Up, but a few hours. I have frequently heard about you, however, and many of your daring exploits,” After a short silence, Ben went on: ‘‘ Well, I have been known as Yreka Jim, and it is not impossible that you may have heard of me. As you request it, I will give you a brief idea of the cause of my enmity against El Creole. “After I left Wake-Up, I settled, with my wife, upon a cattle-ranch we had Segoe in Vista Valley. We bad some trouble in getting our ranch paid for, but finally got matters ship-shape, and were as happy as a pair of doves. Shortly after we got the place paid for, an old miner, eastward bound, stopped over night at Vista Villa, and was taken ill. Although we did every thing in our power for him, he failed rapidly, and finally died. Be- fore he died, however, he made my wife a present of what wealth be had about his per- son, amounting to some twelve thousand dol- lars, stating that having no kith nor kin liv- ing, my wife was as much entitled to it as any one. ‘Some time previously, my wife, a kind- hearted, loving soul, bad adopted a bright little babe—an orphan of respectable parentage. She fairly idolized the little one, and took it with i wherever she went, as if afraid she would ose it. ‘Among the herdsmen in my employ, and chief over the entire number, was a man known as Dick Dryden, but also called, by some, El Creole, as be had expressed a liking to that title over the first-mentioned name, He wasa wild, reckless dare-devil—asort of gentleman-cowboy, as it were, always scrupulously neat about his appearance—but, withal, an excellent part tos the position he held, and I paid hima g salary, **One day, shortly after the minver’s death, my wife, with her babe, set out in her own carriage for the nearest town, ostensibly to do some shopping, but in reality to deposit eleven of ber twelve thousand dollars in the bank for safe-keeping. The town was not a great dis- tance away, nor was it a lonely or dangerous ride; so 1 did not accompany her; but when night drew on, and she did not return, I vatar- ally grew alarmed, and sent for El Creole, in- tending to have him accompany me in search of her. To my astonishment, I learned that he bad pot been among the herders during the day. » ‘pis at once aroused oe rare and wild with anxiety, I mounted my horse and set out, at breakneck speed, in search of Martha and the babe.” ‘ Here the sport paused, for his voice was hoarse, and he was somewhat overcome with emotion. ¥ Finally he went on: yh “Well, [ found her. Midway between my ranch and the village I came across the car-— riage, but the horse was missing, and so was_ the babe. Upon the ground, near at band, *4 4 my wife, with a hunting-knife plunged throug her heart, She had been dead several hours when I found her, and pinned upon her clothing was a notice in the following words: “* Yours truly, El Creole!’ “ Well, I will not dwell upon what is a pain to my heart. I buried Martha, and then set out upon the trail of vengeance, The whole country about Vista Valley was aroused, but this was all in vain. El Creole. had made good his escape, and I alone was finally left to bunt bim up, bound by a terrible oath to find and kill oan, This I will do if my life is spared long enough. It was not until recently that I learn- ed that he was at the head of a band of road- agents in this vicinity. Hence my presence in Lightning Lode!” ; 4 Kid Glove Kate had listened witbout inter-— rupting him, and had apparently been deeply — interested in bis narration. y “J am very sorry—very—to hear you have | had such bad luck,” she said; ‘‘and think you
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10 perfectly justified in maintaining the right to wreak vengeance upon El Creole, and I shall be rejoiced when I Jearn that you have ob- tained it. Do you think that the babe still lives?” ‘*] don’t know, I am sure. Sometimes I be- lieve it to be dead, and then, again, something tells me that it is not,” ‘Poor thing! days—” Whatever else she might have added, was at this instant cut sbort by a wild yell, and the entrance, with a noisy clatter, of the giant bull- whacker. End over end, he came tumbling into the of- fice of the hotel, giving vent to yell after yell, causing what bystanders were lounging about to step back in alarm, Over and over did the huge man handspring, until he finally brougut himself “up a-stand- ing.” close to the table, where Bicycle Ben and Kid Glove Kate were seated. The latter exchanged inquiring glances, while, with a snort like a locomotive exhaust, Mam- brious Maccaw thrust out bis dirty hand. “Kerwhoop! Great double-sbuffle an’ jaba- dance uv old Saint Vitus! put ’er thar, ye sweet- scented soarin’ luminary! Put ’er thar, saith I, and grip the fightin’-fist uv ther future presi- dent o’ this byer adamantine terrest’ial toad- stool! Shake, I say— ‘* Shake ther pritty paw Of Mambrinus Maccaw, From East inaw; Who’s lots of ther ‘filthy,’ An’ plenty o’ jaw!” Then, as Bicycle Ben refused to shake, he bent forward, and whispered in the wheelman’s Uve an idea that in a few “Sb! mum’s the word! I know you, an’ yer’ wanted! Big job, an’ purty galin it, Come to the clothin’-store, an’ ye shal] know all.” Ben involuntarily looked at Kid Glove Kate. “Go!” she advised. ‘It’s your chance for an introduction. Go an’ get your bearings— then, when I see you aga n, I may possibly be able to show you something.” “ What!” “A baby /” He shot her an eager glanee; then, rising, with a mind filled with wonderment, he follow- ed Mambrinus Maccaw from the hotel. While Kid Glove Kate sat for a few minutes in deep reflection; then, she also arose and quitted the office, going out upon the street. CHAPTER XU. MOSE AND HIS ‘* MARS ER.” ; MAMBRINUS MACOCAW took Bicycle Ben direct to the dwelling portion of Jacob’s establish- ment, by the rear way, and when they entered the kitchen, an introduction followed between the two ladies and Ben. ‘*Didn’t I tell ye sof—great jigs of St. Vitus, didn’t I tell ye so?” Maccaw cried, dancing around, dog-fashion, and “‘catting up” other queer antics, ‘‘ This aire Yreka Jim, ther fel- ler I tried ter kill one’t, when I war only two inches from baving the ‘rams,’ But that’s all past an’ gone, an’ Ill bet a quart of whisky agin’ a muskeeter’s toe-nail thet he'll fergive me, an’ put out his paw ter help the widder and erpban!” ‘*Mr. Maccaw has been a friend to us,” Mrs, Marten hastened to say, ‘‘and if he has done wrong in the past, sir, I am sure he is doing right now,” and she gazed appealingly at Bi- cycle Ben. “Yes, Mr. Maccaw has been very good to us,” Myra added, ‘‘and we hope you two gen- tlemen will be friends.” ‘*In consideration of your appeal, it shall be as you sav!” Ben answered, putting out his hand to Maccaw, who shook it warmly. ‘Al though this man once united with otbers, in an attempt upon my life, I will accept his excuse that be was a hard drinker, and overlook the matter. And now, ladies, allow me to announce myself as at your disposal, Through the volun- tary confidence of a certain person of this camp, I have learned much about you, and the trouble you are in, and have been requested to offer you any assistance in my power. I pre- sume it was in your behalf that our friend here came to me?” “Great mazurky of old St. Vitus! yer can bet it was!’ Maccaw declared, emphatically. ‘I know’d ef you war Yreka Jim, ye c’u’d take a hand in ther game, an’ win et, same’s ye won ther game up in Wake Up. When a gerloot _ gits away wi’ you, Yreka, in bevel-edged smart- ness, et aire natterally tew be expected thet old —e aire goin’ ter toot his trumpet most any minnit!’ Bicycle Ben. Then followed explanations and exchange of views, and it is enough to say that, by the end of an hour, the little quartette in Isaac Jacobs’s kitchen, understood each other, and the situa- tion, tolerably well. Bicycle Ben then said: ‘** Ladies, it is a pleasure to me that I have been called upon to espouse your cause, for, not only am I always eager to defend the weak and sinned-against, but I feel a certain amount of confidence that I can bring the kinks out of this case before long—not wishing to brag, of course, of any ability I may possess. Jf, as you sur- mise, this Gilbert Garrick and El Creole are in complicity, in regard to the theft of the papers, I do not anticipate that it will take me long to get upon the trail of the latter. In order to facilitate the instant and proper working of my plans, it is necessary I should be an eaves- dropper to every word that passes between you and certain ges who may call upon you. Or, Maccaw here can take my place, when I am otherwise occupied, Now, in case of your having callers, how can it be arranged?” ‘* Very easily. Yonder door opens off of this kitchen into a small bedroom, which also has a door opening into the rear yard. If any one calls to interview me, I will make it a point to not be at liberty to converse with any one un- til you have had time to enter the bedroom and are prepared to listen. Then I will be suffi- ciently deaf, so that my visitor will have to talk loud,” ““Capital—capital! That’s a good idea of yours. And now, I'll bid you good-evening, and go out about town, as I may be able to pick up some points. Maccaw, you are to re- main here constantly, both asa messenger and a defender, and come for me whenever I am wanted.” : ‘*Correct! Yer bet yer boots I'll do jest what yer say, Yreka!” **Do so, and all will be well. So good-even- ing all, and if I am wanted ere I call again, send for me without delay.” Bicycle Ben, as we shall still continue to call him, took his departure, and went back to the hotel, eager to find Kid Glove Kate, but the strange woman was not there. Considerably disappointed, be set out on a tour of the various resorts, hoping to find her in some one of them; but his search was unsuc- cessful. In the mean time, there is another character of our romance whom we must needs look aed in the person of the negro—Mose Wil- iams. When the passengers of the broken-down coach arrived at tbe outskirts of the town, the negro made a sudden and, to Maccaw, an un- accountable disappearance, Being busied with his own thoughts, the giant paid little attention to the matter, and as the rest of the passengers were some distance ahead, Williams’s ‘‘ drop-out” caused no com- ment. | When the party were well into the town, the sable gentleman made bis bape ta from be- hind a pile of bowlders, and after taking a good look around him, and giving vent to a triumph- ant ‘“‘ Yah! yah!” he skulked cautiously along toward the town, his face showing one constant expression of satisfaction. nstead of going directly into the camp, he kept upon its outskirts, and finally halted in the rear of a shed, built for the purpose of storing the stage coach, After scouting around, to satisfy himself that there was no one in the vicinity, he threw bim- self upon the grass and waited. Not for a few minutes, but long and patient- ly, bis watchfulness and attention to every sound proving that he was expecting some one, It was over an hour ere he heard an approach- ing footstep; then he sat up, eagerly. Directly a man came around onecorner of the shed, the moonlight falling full upon bim—a man, commonly dressed, and wearing a slouch hat, and a long, yellowish beard. Mose sprung to his feet with a glad cry: ‘* Hi! Marse—” “Shut your mouth!” the other commanded, gruffly. ‘You dare to utter my name and I'll cut your black throat. So, you’re here, are you, at last?” ‘Deed an’ course I’se biyar!” Mose declared. ‘*Can’t you done see I’m hiyar—’ca’se de moon- light am shinin’?” ‘None of your nonsense. what I sent for you for?” ‘* Yas, ’deed I does.” “Well, are you ready to do what I want of you?” You understand “Deed I is, sure’s bacon hab grease in it, marse!” “It is well. You naturally expect an after remuneration for the service?” “T leabs dat fo’ you to say, marse!” “'Yowre quite a sensible nigger, Mose. You shall be well paid. But, now, look bere. I am not quite ready for you, yet, and you_ must lie low. If you were seenin Lightning Lode, you know what the consequences would be, There’d be a dead nigger, waitin’ a funeral. So, you see, until you are wanted, you must keep your- self carefully out of Cy ‘“ All right, marse; l’se can do dat, I'll keep shady in de daytime, not fur from hiyar, an’ at night P’ll be ’roun’ biyar, watchin’ fo’ you.” ‘‘ All right, Ill see you, then, to-morrow nigbt!” f And turning upon his heel, the ‘“marse” strode away, leaving bis sable acquaintance to himself and bis thoughts, whatever they might be. CHAPTER XIII. ALMOST A MURDER. FAILING to find Kid Glove Kate in any of the drinking or gaming resorts or vpon tbe street, Bicycle Ben concluded that she bad taken her- self to her bed for the night, and consequently gave up thesearch. + Feeling too wide awake to retire himself, he wandered about the camp for a couple of hours, and finally brought up in the Roaring Ram, Red Ryan had ‘not yet made himself visible for that night, and there were numerous in- quiries as to his whereabouts, but the bar- tender simply shook his head, and allowed that Ryav must be busy in his room. t Among the assemblage within the gaming- den was Gilbert Garrick, who paced to and fro as if nettled about something or other. His face, too, wore a rather malignant expression, while his eyes gleamed wickedly. ’ ‘Give me some whisky!” be growled, striding up to the bar where Bicycle Ben was just taking a ‘‘nip.” ‘Give me some whisky, | say!” “Not without cash,” the bartender calmly replied. ‘‘ I gave you one drink on the strength of the stage robbery, and that’s all.” Garrick uttered a fearful curse, and was about to turn away, when Ben, whose back had been partly turned to bim, toucbed him on the arm, “T say, frier.d, I’m just moistening my thorax —take a smile with me,” be said, The sound of the wheelman’s voice caused Garrick to turn quickly. ig face, however, betrayed no trace of sur- rise. “Thank you, sir, I don’t mind if I do, as my throat is parched with the dust of to-day’s a ney. My name is Garrick—Gilbert Garrick.” “And mine is Ben Bird—better known as Bicycle Ben.” ‘““Ab, yes—exactly,” and the elegantly be- whitsenes rascal poured out a brimming glass. ‘Here is my regards and future acquaintance, Mr, Bird.” They drank, and then without a word Gar- rick sauntered to the further end of the room, Bicycle Ben gazed sharply after bim, a strange expression in bis piercing eyes. ‘A very polite ‘Thank you—git out!” was his unuttered thought. ‘“‘Tbhat is Mr. Gilbert Garrick, eh, whom Maccaw suspects of having a silent finger in the stage robbery case? Hum! bum!’ Although not appearing to do so, the wheel- man never lost sight of Garrick’s movements for an instant, and the more he secretly watcb- ed him, the stronger became his conviction tbat this man with the stunning whiskers was none and other than his once dashing herdsman, and the murderer of poor Martha! As the thought grew upon him, and the past came sweeping across his memory, Bicycle Ben shut his teeth hard together, and left the sa- loon, : “Tt’s him—I’m positive of it!” be muttered. ‘But, if so, who filled his place in stopping to- night's stage? A lieutenant, no doubt!” At this juncture, two men came from the sa- loon, miners, who were evidently going home. “ Ain’t it queer where Red Ryan is, to-night!” one of them remarked, as they passed. “Ob! I don’t know!” the other carelessly re- plied. ‘He frequently goes out of an evening, and don’t return till midnight.” They then passed beyond hearing. While, as they did so, Bicycle Ben ran his fin- gers through bis silken bair. “What is this? Red Ryan makes these noc- turnal absences, frequently, does het And Mr. Gilbert Garrick acted as if he were nervous and
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* awaiting sdme one. Ha! by heaven, I believe I’ve spotted both men. Gilbert Garrick is El Creole, I am sure, because his walk and his every movement reminds me of the murderous devil—and Red Ryan is his lieutenant, Accord- ingly, Red Ryan must bave Mrs. Marten’s pa- pers. Gods! if this be true, I must work!” Without a word, he strode off down the street. The hour was getting late, and most of the busi- ness places had closed up, making the rude thor- ougbfare quite gloomy. Ben bad not come to Lightning Lode unpre- pared, for that was a precaution he would never have thought of omitting—careful preparation. While be bad ridden into Lightning Lode camp, with apparently no baggage, that fact did not signify that he had not brought any with him, to that vicinity. Just outside the town he had secreted a large sachel, containing a choice collection of expert disguises, which he had had prepared, upon starting out on his trail of vengeance. “ Now, on Jeaving the Roaring Ram, it was his intention to bunt up this sachel, and, after thoroughly disguising himself, return to the Roaring Rom, and keep an eye upon Red Ryan and Gilbert Garrick. He had not yet got out of the camp, proper, when he became suddenly aware that a man was ahead of him, proceeding in the same direction be was pursuing. This man was so far ahead that his foot-falls were inaudible, but Ben could distinctly see his moving figure. | It was Nicholas Norris. Not a bundred yards ahead of him, was an- ether person, sauntering leisurely along. It was Casper Cutch. Being restless the clerk had started forth for a moonlight stroll, which he usually took every pleasant evening. Knowing this, Nick Norris had lain in wait- ing in his office, until Cutch had passed by, then, with murder in his heart, he had fol- lowed. Catch was in love, although noone know it, but himself, Myra Marten’s pretty face and eyes, and win- some manners, had affected the clerk, and, al- though he had not the courage to say so to her, be was conscious that he was madly in love with ber; so he took to these nocturnal strolls, that his dreams might be undisturbed. Therefore, although the man behind him gained upon him rapidly, the love-sick swain was unaware of the peril menacing bim—un- aware that his employer held a dirk-knife firm- ly in bis grasp, ready and anxious tc commit a murder, : Nearer and nearer the would-be assassin crept toward his intended victim, until not an arm’s-length separated them—then, the moon- light reflected with glistening effect upon the knife-blade, as it was poised for the fatal blow. But, a strong grasp seized the mine-owner’s wrist, and the villain was whirled around, fac- ing—Bicyele Ben! “Whoa! January!” the wheelman command- ed. ‘None of that fer midnight lunch, ef ye Jease, It won’t work when I’m around, Friend Norris! If this man wants to be carved, why, he can easy let out the job to more experi- enced butchers than you!” CHAPTER. XIV. THE MAN WHO “ HOWLED.” WORDS are inadequate to express the rage of Nicholas Norris, as he glared upon the sport- detective, who had baffl*d bis murderous scheme to get rid of Casper Cutch., ‘““Ten thousand curses on ye!” he hissed, Release ‘ny hand or I’'ll—” * What’ll you do?” Ben interrupted, derisive- ly. ‘* Will you swallow me whole, or eat me in sections?” ‘Let go my wrist I tell you!” the mine-owner roared, : Without replying, Bicycle Ben turned to Cas- r Cutch, who had paused and was “ taking in” the scene in great astonishment. “Do you know this would be assassin, sir?” Ben demanded, ** Well, | should say so!” Cutch replied.) “1 have been his confidential clerk for a number ot months—ever since before Melvin Marten ‘* What cause kad he for this attempt to mur- der you? ‘‘ Because I knocked him down, 1 suppose.” “Ab! I see, now. You are the party who held the wager money. 1 did not recognize you So, that is the only reason of this villain’s attempted assault, 1s it?” ooo a Bicycle Ben. Cuteh hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed upon Norris’s malignant face. ** Well—yes, that eaplanation will answer for the present,” he finally responded, ‘Tl be on my guard hereafter.” **Do you want to let the wretch go, then?” Ben demanded, in surprise. “Yes. For reasons of my own I do not care to make a charge against bim just now.” ‘“‘Tnen, Vll be blamed if 1 interfere again, even if 1 see him killing you. If you’re so weak-kneed as to let a man of his character off, scot free, without punishment, you deserve to be stuck!” ‘Perhaps so, but I have private reasons for wishing him to go free at present. Iam amply able to take care of myself, except when he creeps upon mé like a snake!” ‘Very well. Nick Norris, you are free, But, beware! If I ever catch you at any more of this sort of business I'll not merely catch your arm but will put a bead right through your rotten-brained cranium, Now, then, drop that knife and get back to town, the quickest you know how, or blest if I don’t shoot you before you get out of my sight.” The sport’s tones were fierce and ringing: be was a dangerous man to trifle with just then. And Norris knew it. With a vindictive oath he dtopped the knife, and turning strode silently back toward Light- ning Lode. . When he bad disappeared from view the wheelman turned to address Casper—turned— toward where that young gentleman had been standing, but he was nowhere to be seen. A peculiar whistle escaped Ben’s lips. So he has mosied off, too, has he?’ he mut- tered, knitting bis brows. ‘He evidently did not care to stand cross-questioning from me. All of which satisfies me that there is some- thing behind the scene that I donot understand, Of one thing I am sure, it was not the knock- down that caused Nick Norris to follow Cutch, and attempt to knife him—not by a jugful. The clerk has been a confidential cler', as he admitted, and he knows more of Norris's secrets than is good for Norris’s peace of mind. Very likely, when be knocked Norris down, the mine- owner thought it a good excuse to rid himself of so dangerous an employee. Anyhow, that’s the way it looks to me, and Pll bet I ain’t far out of the way. Mr Cutch may prove a valu- able nid to the Martens, if he is ‘ worked up’ right, Thus musing, Bicycle Ben continued on his wa + the place where he bad secreted his sachel. To return to the Roaring Ram. It was all of midnight ere the stalwart proprietor, Red Ryan, made bis appearance at the gaming es- tablishment. He entered by the front way, and stepping up to the bar, called out, to the score of people who still lingered in the place: “Red Ryan always drinks at this hour, gents; walk up and take a snifter!” It was an invitation often made, and the crowd made no hesitation in accepting it—all except one man, and he astranger in the camp. He sat at a card-table, idly shuffling a pack of the paste-boards, while before him, upon the table, were two buckskin bags, each filled with about a quart of something that might, or might not be, gold. He was a well-built individual, attired in mud-splashed corduroy, top-boots, and a bat slouched down to his eyes. His bair was dork, and a heavy jet-black beard swept down upon his shirt front, and, for the most part, covered his face. ' In bis belt was a pair of large revolvers; also a knife large enough to be suggestive of ugly business. ' : : pa in all, he wasa dark, disagreeble looking ellow. Not the least attention did he pay to the invi- tation to drink, a fact that by no means escaped Red Ryan, for he turned quickly around from the bar, with a scowl. p “T say, stranger, I believe IT announced that it was my treat, Why don’t you come up?” “Thank you, sir—thank you very much, but you will excuse me, I know, when I tell you that Ido not indulge,” the stranger said, ina soft, mellow voice, that was hard at contrast with his fierce appearance, “But you’ve got to drink!” Ryan growled. “Trun this ranch, an’ ’tain’t often I show my liberality by treatin’; so when I do, everybod feels disposed to drink, or there’s a funeral, right off quiek!” “On! well, if its a matter of compulsion, I’ll of course acquiesce,” was the oily answer, and the stranger arose and advanced to the bar. ee 11 The drinks were partaken of, and then, as the stranger returned to his seat, Red Ryan once more addressed him: ‘*Pardon me, stranger, but might I inquire your handle? I once knew a man who looked somewhat like you.” “Ob! that is quite probable. M at least my ‘ handle’—is Black Bret, ‘Black Bret, eh?’ ‘* Exactly!” The man’s tone was becoming more independ- ent. she Miner, I take it?” Ryan queried. ‘*Some,” was the laconic answer—‘‘some gambler!” ‘“ Ab a “Exactly. If you want the particulars, Pl inform you that two years in the West has done me little good, except the boodle on the table— there’s gold, silver, diamonds and greenbacks, all mixed up, indiscriminately, My name is Black Bret, and in ’most al] respects, I’m a bad man! ‘‘ You look it!” Ryan asserted, ‘‘Going East, now, I suppose?’ “ Well, no—not just yet awhile. You see, I'm layin’ for a snap—bain’t rich enough. That aire paire of buckskin pouches assay five thousand dollars. Before I turn my pedals eastward I intend to inflate "em five better, so I kin live in a two-story brick, eat off o’ silver, have a nigger waiter, and run a faro-bank!” ‘‘How do you propose to manage this infla- tion?’ Ryan demanded, ¢cryly. “Oh! as far as that is concerned, in any way Iean. But I am mainly laying around loose, waiting to jump some fellow—some genius, you know—wbo has more money than brains, and are willing to bulge upa like boodle, and play for whole hog or none, That is the very cir- eumstance I’m awaitin’ to creep my way!” “Then, I opine, my dear sir, that you have crept right into the right cuckoo nest,” Red Ryan announced, confidently, ‘*Come up and bave another horn, with me, and you and I will adjourn to the festive table, and I'll let you carry away five thousand of -y lucre on your Eastern trip if you can scoop it in,” . “You are royally kind, my dear sir, but T hope you will not class me as a presumptuous pilgrim if I suggest that you ‘howl’ with me this time, and at my expense. Ill be pleased to bowl with you, to-morrow,” and pbs over to the bar, the singular customer slappe down a twenty-dollar gold- piece, ‘“‘ Gents,” be said, waving his hand to the by- standers, ‘*you will now howl at the expense of Black Bret— ‘** Howl’, not once How 1 ell es tavhiaden gte thi ‘ Howl’ 8 thin, * Howl’ tew ver jandloxd, ‘ Howl * at all sin, An’ keep on a-' howlin’’ till the eye grows dim!” Which the crowd took as an earnest that Mr. Black Bret intended to do the “‘ posy” * act, right florally. And they were not wrong. Time after time the stranger “set ’em up,” each time insisting that it was his turn to ‘howl,’ and that he would ‘howl’ with Red Rvan, to-morrow! Not until the twenty dollars reposed serenely bebiod the bar did the man desist, and turn, rather drowsily, to Ryan. ‘* Now, pard, ef you will produce your boodle, we'll proceed to bounce it right beautifully. Understand, before we squat, it’s to be a square game, and I’ve gotoptics in all parts of my head, and if I ketch you cheating or filabuster- ing, you’re a stiff in the exact time fer the breath to git out of your anatomical construc- tion. Do you full well and completely under- stand the peculiar rbythm of my remarks?” ‘‘ The game shall be square and upon its merits. Inever play anything else!” Red Ryan said, curtly. ‘I neyer play any other way. Fetch your swag, and come along.” He led the way to a table, whereat Gilbert Garrick had already become seated, and in an unsteady gait, evidently feeling considerably name—or the worse for the ‘howls’ he had partaken. Black Bret followed his lead. CHAPTER XV. . EUCHER—AND ‘ EUCHERED!” In some respects Red Ryan was a keen ob- server. He saw, or fancied he saw, that it would not require many more drinks to put Black Bret in a stupid condition. So, as soon as they were seated at the table, he ordered a bottle of wine. —_—-— * Western slang for ‘ setting em up.”
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AS “Tt won’t do for us to choke to death,” he re- marked, ‘‘ And, now, my friend, here is five thousand against your stake, I of course taking your word for it that the value of the contents as them bags, is equal to the amount of my pile,’ ‘Pll guarantee to that effect!” “Very well! What shall we play?” ** Bucher!” “a Bh?’ ‘* Bucher, I said.” “Ob! All right; best two out of three games?” ‘* Agreeable,” “Then, Mr. Garrick, you take the slate and keep game!” and turning to the bystanders, Red Ryan added: ‘“‘ Boys, drink at the bar, at my expense, but keep away from this game. It is private, be- tween Mr. Bret and myself!” The crowd slunk away; Ryan next knocked the neck off the wine bottle, and poured out three brimming glasses. “Drink, pard, before we play,” he said, he and Garrick each raising their glass. The drinks were imbibed, and then the cards produced, The first game was played slowly, but at last wound up, in favor of Black Bret, The slowness was owing to the winner’s ap- parent intoxication and sleepiness, Ryan fre- quently baving to call upon him to play. At the end of the game, more wine was in- dulged in, and then, the second game was be- gun, Black Bret acting sleepier and more stupid. The game was not much more than half-fin- ished, when he threw his cards over to Garrick. “Yous er (bic) play zer band for me, I’s er (bic) too—” He did not finish the sentence, but resting his arms upon the table, aliowed bis head to fall forward on them, with a thump. “Gone case!” whispered Garrick. ‘ Shall I play bis game?” **Of course!” Ryan replied, gruffly. ‘I won’t skin even a druuken man.” Then, they played on, in silence, Both were shrewd players, and it soon became apparent that Garrick meant to win, if possible. In the mean time, loud snores indicated that Black Bret was asleep, and oblivious of the fact that he wanted to carry a cool ten thousand, Kast, with bim, The other occupants of the saloon, being barred out of the pleasure of watching the game, one by one took their departure, until, aside from the party at the table, there was but one man left, and he the bartender, who, taking advantage of a lull in business, stretched him- self on top of the bar, and went off into a sound sleep—the sleep of the ‘‘ innocent,” Red Ryan won the second game by the skin of his teeth, and the third was begun, It was rapidly played, and Garrick : won, eliciting a curse from Ryan, “Why growl?” Garrick asked, shoving the stakes over to the gambler. ‘“l don’t want that; [ want something of more importance— those documents |” ** Do you?” was the significant reply, and a strange glitter entered tbe gamblier’s eyes, “* Wouldn’t you rather have tbis bocdle?”’ “Oh! no. The papers are of much more value tome, Let me have them!” “Oh! don’t get impatient now. How do you know but what the papers are likewise valuable to me f” “To you?” And Garrick began to look enraged. “Yes, to me. Didn’t you hear the echo of my gentle voice?” : “Curse you, Ryan, why provoke me? Give me the papers.” ‘You must not get impatient,” Ryan replied, with a smile that was full of triumph. ‘“ You are a man of enough experience to know that session is a ‘heap’ many aay es in law, and I aving possession, why should I not keep what I have got? It’s an old adage, you know— ‘keep what you've got and get what you can.’” ‘To the devil with your adage! Don’t you intend to give me the papers, Ryan?” Garrick was trying hard to keep his temper down. ‘“No®W, really, you’re too hasty,” Ryan re- eee rovokingly. SA t haven't had the papers ut a few hours, Cap— ‘Sh! you idiot! This fellow may be listen- ing! f He ee apy aim soaker?” and the gambler re] d bis finger contemptuously at Bret. $6 y, he’s so nk he wouldn’t hear a can- non go off. No, Cap, really, I’ve only had the papers such a little while that I baven’t had Bicycle Ben. time to form any particular plans for their dis- posal. I have already put them in a safe place, where I can get them when I want them, and am now—or shall be soon—prepared to nego- tiate in regard tothem. The fact is, Cap, the boys have all signified their preforonce for my- self, over you, as their captain. They don’t seem to take kindly to you of late for some cause or other, and have already petitioned me to take your place. Nodoubt you will receive notice shortly that your services are no longer required!” arrick’s face had become livid, and white with rage, by turns. ** You are lying!” be gasped. “Tam not!” was the reply. ‘‘ What I tell you, is true,” ‘Curse them! curse you! If this be true, that they have gone back on me, V’ll—” “Do nothing rash! lt wouldn’t be healthy for you toexpose us, when you come to con- sider that two of the boys are in camp, in dis- guise, and know your every movement.” For a moment Garrick gave himself up to awful profanity; then became more calm. ** Well?” he said, interrogatively. ‘If Iam to be thus ousted unceremoniously from my position, what next?” ‘Nothing, only to keep yourself rationally quiet. As long as you remain in this state, no one will be the wiser for it that you are, or, rather, were, El Creole, the road-agent,” * Will you hold your tongue, curse you? Do you want to betray me? That appears to be your design! Give me those papers, and the gang can go to the devil.” ‘* You cannot bave the papers—at least, not yet!” Red Ryan declared. ‘There are three parties who want ’em—yourself, Nick Norris, and the widow Marten. Whichever feels in- clined to come down tie handsomest gets the papers, Of course, by association, you are en- titled to the first chance, but J want you, also, to understand one thing—l’vo aneye on the widow’s blooming daughter, and in a moment of love spasm, may conclude to give the widow the documents in exchange for her daughter. So if you propose to open up negotiations you’d better be spry.” Although trembling with rage Garrick held bis passion wonderfully in check, for be was well enough aware that Red Ryan’s right hand rested upon the butt of a revolver. “You have proven yourself a rank traitor, Ryan!” he declared, at length, ‘‘and think you have me in your power. But, you shall find out your mistake, sooner or later. How much will you take for those papers?” “All I can get, and more too! I don’t in- tend to stipulate any particular price, although, of course, I shall consider all offers.” * Will t-n thousand dollars buy them?” ‘‘No! Nor four times ten!” ‘You're a fool!” * Ob! not quite!” ‘But I say you are.” “How do you make that out?” ‘* Wasy. he mine isn’t worth fifty thou- sand,” * Bat! It would gell for twice fifty, and is daily growing richer!” ** Well, suppose I were to shove fifty thousand dollars, in greenbacks before your vision, as an offer for the documents?” Ryan scratched his head, meditatively. Fifty thousand dollars! It was certainly a magnificent sum. Should be refuse it, would he realize as much or more from any other source? It was a question! ‘“‘T am not quite prepared to give you a defi- nite answer,” he said, at length, and slowly. ‘The prospects are, however, that I should look inquiringly at the cash, some seconds, before I would refuse it!” “Very well. I will try: “. you bave the documents he.’ ** Not before to-morrow!” ‘Very well. I will tess you, then. I think I will retire to the hotel, now, Going to leave the old snoozer asleep, here?” “Yes; I never yet was guilty of kicking a man out of doors who had got full on my whisky—especially, after my raking in five thousand of his cash!” And the villain uttered a dry laugh as he put his own wager money in his pockets, and laid hold of the pouches, Garrick then took his departure, and after he was gone, Red Ryan sought his room over the saloon. Seating himself at a table, he proceeded to examine the contents of the two pouches, emp- tying them out upon the table. How soon can A ery of rage escaped him. There was no gold—there were no diamonds —no greenbacks—notbing but a worthless lot of pebbles, sand and paper. e had been nicely ‘‘ taken in and done for.” With an oath, he sprung down the stairs, two steps at a time, he bartender was stretched out upon the bar, and snoring, loudly But Black Bret, was gone / Like the Arab, be bad literally, folded his tent and stolen silently away! CHAPTER XVI. A FLAT REFUSAL, Srcret.y boiling with rage was Gilbert Gar- rick when he left the Roaring Ram, An arrant coward at all times, except when surrounded by a crowd of his allies, be stood in genuine fear of Red Ryan, who had been bis lieutenant and right-hand, man, since the road- — had located in the vicinity of Lightning ode, In fact, Ryan had really been the captain, as Garrick seldom led an attack upon a stage- coach, his men believing that it was because he was afraid to face a muzzle. He now knew that Ryan had the upper band, and that he was powerless. He knew Ryan to be too wily a man to carry the papers about his person; instead, he had secreted them some- where, the place alone known to himself, where ia the event of bis death they would probably never be disturbed; hence, to take Red Ryan’s life would be to lose the ‘‘ cue,” upon which Garrick was scheming to realize a fortune for himself. “Yes,” he muttered, ‘‘the only clear way now is to give the old man the borrow for the fifty thousand. He hardly dare refuse me, and once I get it, hecan go to the deuce, if i get the papers, the widow will marry me rather than lose all hopes of getting the mine. To blazes with the girl—I want the widow. She’s the most admirable article, and there’s the most tin to be made out of her, as an invest- ment,” Instead of going to the hotel, as he had told Ryan was his intention, he went direct to the office of Nichola: Norris, A light was dimly burning within, and bis rap upon the door was answered with a surly— **Come in!” Gurrick entered, and closed the door behind him. Norris was seated at his writing table, his visage drawn into a fierce scowl. He evidently had been brooding over matters of an unpleas- ant nature. ‘* Well?’ he demanded, raising his eyes, as Garrick threw himself upon a chair, elevated his heels to a table and proceeded to light a ci- gar. ‘What now?” ‘* Lots!” Garrick announced, smiling blandly, ‘I see you are ina bad mood, and want some good news; so I thought I’d drop in and give you a pointer, to gladden your slumbers—or, don’t you ever sleep?” ‘Occasionally. But, what news is it you have? I’m not in the best mood to-night, and won’t stand any trifling.” ‘“Oh! you'll liven up as I proceed. “It’s about the papers.” “Well, what about the papers?” The old rascal’s face never changed color or expression, It was as hard and grim as ada- mant, “Well, they’ve been found,” Garrick said, blandly. ‘Found, and are now within our grasp, or pretty nearly so.” p 7 Welt I am awaiting the particulars,” ‘And, you shall bave them, my royal dad. You see, there is a certain person in this camp who regularly goes courting a trapper’s daugh- ter, up in the mountains, To-night. he made his accustomed visit, and was fired upon by a lone horseman as he was returning. He fired back, and the man took to fight, but, in doing so, dropped a leathern bag. be man from Lightnivg Lode secured its contents, and exam- ined them; and found Melvin Marten’s last will. Knowing of the circumstances of the case, he came to Lightning Lode, and recognizing in me an old-time acquaintance and a stanch friend, he took me into his confidence. He says he is going to make a fortune out cf it—tbe docu- ments.—in one of two ways. He'll sell ’em to . me, providing I'll pay his price, or else, he'll give ’em to the widow, for a half interest in the mine, and her daughter’s hand in marriage. Tbe chances are big, that, if something ain't done rigbt quick, the widow will get the bene- ” 7 wis What is this man’s name?’ Norris demand-
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ed, with a calmness that provoked Garrick, ex- ceedingly. ‘“* That is something he will not have divulged. He is an individual that does not entertain the best opinion in regard to your integrity, and yet, if you pay his price, he will sell you the papers, through me!” ‘Through you?” Yes, eisascrafty asa fox. He prefers to keep himself incog., except tome, You see, should he sell the papers to you, he is laying himself liable, as it would be the same thing as dealing in stolen goods,” ‘*How much does he expect for the papers, then?” ‘** Well, he has estimated the value of the mine at $100,000, at the least. He calculates if he were to bargain with the widow he’d be sure to make himself solid for a balf interest, anyhow, Therefore, taking this into consideration, he allows he will get fifty thousand for the papers, or else dicker with the widow.” “* And, so the scheme is—” ‘“‘For you to give me the cash, I will secure the papers, and—” ‘*Tell me that Ican hump my back for both the fifty and the papers!” Norris finished, in a harsh, grating tone. ‘‘ Frank, you're a fool, Roaming through the various phases of Western life bas impaired your mental faculties!” ‘*But—buat—” ‘“‘Sbut up! None of your ‘ buts’ tome—nota one, sir! Iwon’tbavethem! Do you for an instant suppose, that after an existence of over half a century, [am as dumb asan oyster? Do you flatter yourself that an opportunity is gap- ing for you to ‘ take your old dad in and do for him? If so, my unscrupulous offspring, you are sadly mistakes.” Garrick took the cigar from his mouth, be- tween his fingers, and looked at his sire in great apparent astonishment, **Welll well! If you don’t beat the Dutch!” he ejaculated. ‘‘Why, you knock the wind clean out of me! What ever put such ideas into your foolish head?” ‘*Oh! undoubtedly I must have had a dream last night!” and the mine-owner vented a sar- castic laugh. ‘‘No! no! son, it won’t work, in any way you can fixit. You bring your man to me, and perhaps I can strike a bargain with him—but not with you, ob! no!” Garrick preserved a wonderful coolness, al- though a red spot at bis temples and a snakish glitter in his eyes told how much he was enraged, “Well, 1am sorry you have so misconstrued my motives,” he said, ‘for it loses me much of my natural interest in you, Of course, if you want the widow to bounce you out of the fat berth you now occupy, it’s none of my business —none at all! In fact, because of your suspi- cious stubbornness, I believe I should now rather favor the widow’s getting the property. If L cannot affiliate with you, it is quite possible as I can with her and her charming daugh- ter This shot appeared to tell. ‘*See here, Frank, no more of this nonsense. I don’t bslieve you gave up the papers, at all. You have got them, and want to extort fifty thousand dollars out of me!” “If I had them I should not do anything of the kind—that is, if I had dishonest intentions, as you have insultingly suggested. If I wanted to do that, and had the papers, do you know what Td do?’ ‘ ‘*Well, Pll tell you. I'd first identify myself as your son. Then I’d utterly destroy the papers.” ‘Destroy them?” “Cert! First, however, I’d destroy you, but do it in such a way that the crime would fall upon the Martens’ shoulders. Then, being your natural heir, I’d scoop in the whole business like a little man!” Norris leaned back in his chair and gazed at his offspring, aghast! ““You devil!” he finally articulated, ‘‘Exactly,” was the retort—‘‘a whittling from the aged block!” “Thank you. And it was in the hands of such a man as you that you wanted me to in- trust fifty thousand dollars?” “Most assuredly!” ‘Then, sir, I will inform you, once, and for all time, that I wouldn’t trust you with fifty cents!” “Then, I su there is no further necessity of prolonging this interview?” * Not the least, sir,” “ And you defy me?” “Ifyou call refusal defiance—yes!” % Bicycle Ben. Garrick arose, with a face white with passion, and quitted the office. ‘*Curse him!” he gritted, when out of doors, his very being consumed with rage—‘‘ oh! curse him! curse him! curse him!” CHAPTER XVII. NORRIS'S LITTLE COUNTERPLOT, NicHotas Norris did not sleep that night with any too great soundness, for, believing his son to be of as treacherous a nature as himself, he naturally anticipated that Garrick would seek to obtain revenge upon him; but the night passed and no murderous attempt was made, When the mine magnate arose, in the morn- ing, it was with one fixed plan in his mind, and that plan he proceeded to put into speedy exe- cution. He was abroad, brigbt and early, and, watch- ful as a hawk, he was soon rewarded by meeting Kid Glove Kate face to face. “‘Good-morning to, you, Miss Kitty!” he saluted, tipping his hat, gallantly. ‘I have been watching for your appearance, for some time.” ‘** Indeed? Norris?” ‘* Because, Kitty, I have something to ~ to you, of importance. If you will join me ina short strol] I will enlighten you.” ‘That is not necessary, sir, If you haveany- thing to say you can say it here as well as else- where.” ‘Very well, I will, then, Kid Glove Kate, we have met a number of times, We have Reyes cards together, we have drank together, and we have chatted together. In all that time, I have never but once tried to penetrate your identity, and I don’t propose to do so now! bo or what you are, or anything of your past, Iam not anxious to learn. One thingis certain, however, and the sooner you know it perbaps, the better: I am infatuated with you—I love you, madly. I have come, this morning, to startle you, and startle the camp:—I have come to ask you to be my wife |” ‘* Your wife, sir?’ in great surprise, “My wife. I'll take you for better or for worse, and make you the queen of my home, Understand, I will not even ask to see your face until you are legally mine. Do not refuse now, for, consider the riches you are marrying, to say nothing of my love for you.” “You're a strange man, Mr. Norris. I never expected anything like this from you, I am sure. ““Didn’t you? Well, maybe not. But it is er pleasant, because it is a surprise, is it no ‘*Why—I—I—don’t know, I am sure, Mr. Norris, you have some other motive in wishing to marry me, than your professed love.” ‘*My love is not professed, ag fees is genu- ine... But I will also admit that I have a motive. You can help me to keep the Lightning Lode from falling into the hands of the Martens. Once my wife, you would be interested, and with your assistance I can beat them, in spite of the devil, Will you marry me!” ‘* When?” “AL once—to-day, at noon Pe *T will, on conditions!” ‘‘Name them!” 4 ‘They are that you will marry me in public, so tbat, afterward, there will be no chance for denial.” “Very good; I will have theaffair announced, and the ceremony shall take place upon the ve- randa of the hotel, at sharp twelve. Can I de- pend upon your being there?” ** You can!” The parties of this quickly-made match then separated, Norris making tracks for Red Ryan’s, ‘So far, so far!” be muttered. ‘‘ Frank is very crafty, but when he told of the man find- ing the papers, it occurred to me instantly, that he was lying. It wasn’t a man who found them, but a woman! And whatother woman in Light- ning Lode unless it was Kid Glove Kate? Ha! ha! my son; your dad is a bit smarter than you think. Of course Kate bas the papers. If she had not, (and baving them did not see a way paved, at my proposal, for future ease,) would she have accepted anold gray-head likeme? Ah! no. She is too keen an adventuress for that, She quay make a good wife—but, at all events, what care I as long as I_ get my grip upon the papers and the mine? Bah! not a whit! It’s fortune I craye—it’s fortune I’!l have!” Bicycle Ben had passed a good night of rest and poe in his room at the hotel, going back in his ms to his home in Vista Valley, and Have you? And why ao, Mr. 13 dreaming that he saw Martha and the babe alive and well, When he awoke it was to hear the cry of an infant, and he sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes to make sure that he really was awake and not dreaming. Yes, he was awake, it was certain, for the daylight was shining in at the window, and— ‘he plaintive cry of an infant still reached bis hearing. He gazed down beside him upon the bed, and then uttered an ejaculation of surprise. Was his reason leaving him? Could it be true, what he sawf — For there upon tbe bed, clad in the same white dress in which he bad last seen it, was the identical babe of his and poor Martha’s. adoption. t There could be no mistake; ke recognized it in an instant, and with a glad cry caught it up in bis arms and rained passionate kisses upon its sweet little face. Then it came back to him that Martha was. not there—sweet, loving, faithful Martha—that she was down beneath the ground that men/s rathless feet tramp upon—that be would never see her face or hear her gentle voice again—ber sweet, dear voice, singing plaintive lullabies to this innocent, unworldly waif. Brave in battle or in peril, this man was now forced to weaken, as tender memories came flooding back upon him: and burying bis face in the pillow, with the child held close to bis: breast, he sobbed as though his heart would break. At length, however, he got the better of his grief, and laying the baby down, arose and dressed; and it was not until then that he dis- covered a note pinned to the babe’s dress. It was written in a-cramped, irregular hand, and ran as follows: * BrcyoLtr BEN ‘ “This child, I think, is the ene that was stolen from you when your wife was murdered. If not, you can notify me at once. It was left iu Lightning e by unknown parties some time ago. Red Ryan adopted it, and has hired a miner's wife to care for it. have stolen it. The woman is drunk, and drugged in the bargain, and so will not miss it soon. If you recognize it, get the hotel-keeper’s wife to care for it, and let no one know you have it—unless, of course, you wish to. * Yours, “Km Grove Kare.” Ben did just as directed, the landlady readily volunteering to attend to the child and keep it “ shady.” After breakfast he went out upon the street, and almost the first man he met was Casper Cutch, The clerk did not look as if he had rested well, for his eyes wore a cn ak expression, and he appeared considerably dispirited. “Good-morning!” he said, intercepting Ben. “Tf you'll excuse me, I’d like to have a few mo~ ments’ conversation with you!” “Certainly. I am at your service. cigar and we'll stroll as we smoke!” “Thank you. I presume you will wonder what the nature of my errand is, sir?” ‘Oh! no, not that I know of. Not in love, are you?’ and he looked inquiringly into the forlorn face of Cutch, which reddened in an in- stant, at the query. “Do I look as though I was in love!” he de- manded. Sacer, aie or some other heart trou- 8. “Well, I am in love, and am not ashamed to. own it. The matter 1 have to speak of bears on that samething. I dropped into Jacobs’s awhile: ago, and learned from Miss Myra that you had. paid them a visit last evening.’ “So I did.” ‘““-You propose to espouse the Martens’ cause,. I believe?” oO. ‘Now, will I offend if I ask you what you think of Myra?” “Certainly not. She is a very pretty ‘Oh! yes. Iam well enough aware of that. But, that is not what I mean. What are your intentions toward her?” ) “Ah! I think I see—a little twinge of jeal- ousy, eh? Well! well! What has Miss Marten en saying?” + phat ieo't what I asked you!” Cutch re- torted, in dead earnest, “ Well, Mr. Cutch, my intentions toward Miss Marten are simply the same as toward her mother—friendsbip, and such assistance as | may be able to be to them.” «“ And no more?” “No more, I assure you. Tam not at present | on the susceptible list.” ’ Have a. ) Pid a a
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14 “Then, as you raise a weight of anxiety from my mind, allow me to thank you. You see, I have fallen desperately in love with Myra, and she knows it, but as yet I’ve never got my courage up to the sticking point to propose. This morning—Myra was looking for me, I thought, for she stood in the doorway—I went down to the store, to buy something. Il always buy something, you know, as an excuse for go- ing there. The minute I entered, Myra says; ‘Have you seen Bicycle Ben this morning? He paid us a call last evening, and is going to help us. I think he is justa love of a fellow!’ Now, you know, that made me feel kind of ragged- edged, and so [ thought I’d just come and out with the whole business to you!” ‘*T am glad you did, forIl can give you the comforting assurance that I sball in no way stand between you and Miss Myra. Do you tbink she is fond of you?” ** Well, she rather acted so, until—” ** Until I came, eh?” “ce Yes,” “Well, I guess it will be all right; we'll try and make it so, anyhow. By the way, Cutch, do you propose to go back to work for Norris?’ ‘“No, sir! Vve done with him, lve gota penny of my own saved up, and I can stand it for a time without work.” “Good! Don’t you go to work again for the rascal, See bere, Catch, you know sometbing against that mao, which, if made public, would injure him and help the Martens.” ‘* You only think so,” “Bah! I know so. I can read you like’ a book, and—” Just then a boy thrust an unsealed note into Ben’s hands, It was in the chirography of Kid Glove Kate, and ran as follows: *BicycLe Ben:—I tender you a special invitation to be present at my wedding, which takes place upon the veranda of the Snortin’ Snake Hotel, at twelve, sharp, to-day. Iam to marry Nicholas Nor- ris.. Do not fail to be present, as, if things work right, there will be some new developments for the os-aieged case, Be sure and invite them to be pres- ent. “This may surprise you, but, even a greater sur- prise is in store for you and them. The pulley, over which a certain man’s allowance of rope has: been laying, has worn out; consequently the rope must ve become worn thin, and will easily break. “ Kip Gove Kare.” She had hit it: Bicycle Ben was surprised. He read the letter over and over, and hardly knew what to make of it, Finally, be turned, to Cutch. ** Casper,” he said, ‘I firmly believe that. to- day winds up Nicholas Norris’s career in Light- ning Lode. To-morrow, without doubt, the Martens will be in power. Now, I'll tell you what [’ll do: You know much about Norris’s affairs. If you'll make what you. know public to-day, when called i to do so, I'll use all my influence toward bringing you and Myra together, as man and wife!” ‘You will?” Cuter said, eagerly. *T will!” ' Then I will tell all I know, bearing in favor of the case, and it is a good deal, I assure you. ¥ Very good. Be here, by the hotel, at twelve! CHAPTER XVIII. BEN SECURES THE PAPERS, BICYCLE BEN then went to the dwelling-place of toe Martens, and had a brief interview with the two ladies, after which he took bis depart- ure, and was not seen about the street, during she ianenoats. ry e news of the approaching marriage of Kid Glove Kate, the veterions: to Nicholas Norris, spread like wild-fire, and, as may be 8S rmised, created an unprecedented sensation throughout the camp. any were the conjec- tures aS to the cause of the sudden match, and the hints, as usual, were rather detrimental to the masked woman, whose identity was so care- fully held a secret, At Norris’s orders, work was suspended in the mine and at the mill, and the laborers were ordered to make ready to congratulate their onplomse “ Mamranetes. ‘ y the time the report had got pretty well circulated, Gilbert Garrick sale Bis appear- ance at the Roaring Ram, Before entering the den, his face was dark and gloomy, but when he entered, a wonderful change was noticeable. His face wore an exul- tant expression, and he seemed overflowing with ielpaeny an was attending har in person, and modded carelessly at Garrick’s apnececk. : Bicycle Ben. ‘*Good-morning!” the latter said, slapping a gold-piece down upon the bar. ‘Vl bave a cock-tail, Mr. Ryan, Will you dome the houor to join me?—and, gents, all of you are inclused in this matutinal smile!” — drinks were had; then the crowd drew aloof. ‘*Where’s our friend, Black Bret?” Garrick ventured to ask, lighting a cigar. **Gone!” Ryan bri-fly replied, unwilling to admit that he had been ‘sold ou$ by the sberiff.’ ‘* Gone, has he? Did he make any kick about his money?” ‘No. He went away some time during the night.” ‘Sensible not to make a fuss, eh? Heard about the new racket of his nibs, Nicholas Nor- pet re vest” “‘What opinion have you formed about it?” ** None. os too busy. Very singular af- fair, eh?” “Decidedly so. It takes my breath clean away. It has no effect upon our dealings, however. The money will be ready at eleven o’clock.” “Ty will?” “That is what I said, [ believe.” “Very well. You bring it here at that hour, and the papers will be ready for you.” “* Honor bright?” * Honor bright.” ‘Then the matter is settled; shake!” The two shook hands, and Garrick went back in the direction of bis father’s house. ‘““Ryan will get the papers,” he muttered, ‘“‘and I must get the money. Fortunately, I once upon a time paid a nocturnal visit to my royal dad’s safe, but left everything untouched, for the simple reason that I had the future in view. If the old man has not changed the com- bination, and I can catch him out of the office, fifty thousand is mine, if not more.” After Garrick’s departure, Red Ryan glanced at his watch. ** Nive o’clock,” he muttered. ‘El Creole is to have the money at eleven, eh? I shall have to be moving. I wonder bow the infernal scoundrel will raise the sum? But, why bother , my head about,that. As long as I get the fifty thousand, [ should be satisfied, for, with what other lucre I have managed to acquire, Ill skip out of these parts, as I opine there will be weird music for crooked folk, hereabouts, directly, providin’ Bicycle Ben gets into cflice as sheriff, which ain’t at allimprobable, Altbough I don’t know as I fear bim, I’d just as lief be out of a community of which he is a resident.” aletp to the bartender to be on duty, Ryan slipped from the place, by the rear door, and left the camp, along its outskirts. When balf a mile below town, he turned into a short transverse gorge and followed it to its end, which was in the face of a gigantic wall of rock, that rose far toward the clouds. .~ Tae bottom of this gorge was filled with bowlders and the place was none too light, even in daytime. Searching about among the rocks he finally selected one of no great size, and putting his shoulder against it, rolled it to one side. Then, stooping over, he took from a little cavity, two bundles of papers. ‘“*Ha! These are what will send me back East, a nabob!” he cried, exultantly. ‘‘No more rum-selling, for me!” ‘*T’'m glad to hear that !” It was a deep, sonorous voice that uttered the words, and Ryan wheeled, with a fearful oath. The sight be beheld caused him to drop the papers to the ground. Perched comfortably upon a rock, but a few yards away, sat Black Bret—a strange smile upon bis face. In either hand he grasped a six-shooter, full cocked, and ready for ‘‘ business,” as each wea- pon was leveled full at Red Ryan. For a moment Ryan’s astonishment and rage were too great for utterance. . But, Bret spoke for bim: ‘‘Good-mornin’, Ryan! That was good liquor you set out, last night. I never had anything eep me more wide awake in my life, you can bet! Any particular brand to it? Would like to Jay in a'bar’l. The wine was good, too! Mixed beautiful, with the whisky!” “Curse you! what do you want here?’ Ryan om Pe trembling, in spite of himself, for he could fairly feel those keen, penetrating eyes. ““Why, those papers, of course. You took my bags of dust and nuggets, and I'll take the papers!” No! Tl be eternally—” “Stop, Ryan! Stir an inch, or move a hand, and I’ murder you where you stand. Do you know who i am?” ‘‘No! nor do | care.” ‘* Well, | am Bicycle Ben, alias Yreka Jim, avenger and detective!” Stern and ringing came these words! And a shade of pallor crept over the face of the gambler road-agent, ‘Well?’ he buskily demanded. “JT followed you here, through overhearing you and El Creole, lust night. I suppose you kvow what | bavein store for the latter.” ‘“Yes. But, believe me or not, I was not con- cerned in the murder of your wife!” ‘* How came you to bave the ebild?” **E! Creole had it, and didn’t want it. He was going to killit only I prevailed upon him to spure its life, I told bim to drop it in Light- ning Lode and I would adoptit. He did so, and [ took it in, and provided the best accom- modations I could for it! aud secon got very much attached to the younker.” He spoke so candidly that Ben to believe bim. “So you bave a spark of bumanity about you, after all, have you?” be said. “You must judge for yourself, about that T once had a wite and two children, My wife went to the bad,and that put me off the track, but [ never forgot to provide for my children, oh! no!” ‘*L am glad to hearit. Perhaps you're not so bad a feilow, after all. Are you willing that I should have those papers?’ Red Ryan was silent a few moments, and looked steadily at the ground. “Yes!” he said, finally raising his head, “you can bavethem. I don’t want ’em!” “Very well. Now, I want you to promise me one thing. If Ill let you go, will you take time by the forelock, get out of this couitry and lead a better life?’ “J will—V’ll give you my word of bonor for it. I bad already made up my mind to that effect. I’ll go back and see my ehbildren.” ‘“*Then give me your hand, and I’ll wish you good luck!” Ben tarust bis weapons into bis belt, and beld out bis hand. : With tears in his eyes Red Ryan seized it, and wrung it warmly. “*God bless you!” be articulated, hoarsely. “Tf all men were like you there’d be less rogues!” Then brushing past Ben he strode swiftly away, never looking back, and was soon lost to view. Bicycle Ben having secured the much-coveted papers, retraced his steps toward Lightning Lode, satisfied in having accomplished one good, for he fully believed that Red Ryan would keep his promise, There was one man in Lightning Lode, how- ever, who would not get off so easily, and that man—if indeed it were not a disgrace to the word man, to apply it to bim—was Gilbert Garrick, otherwise Dick Dryden, otherwise Frank Norris, otherwise E! Creole! No! there was no mercy in the heart of Yreka Jim, for the inbumen murderer of his wife, and feeling sure that the crisis was not far away, his face grew darker as he strode back into camp, was inclined CHAPTER XIX, THE WEDDING OF DEATH, As Bicycle Ben neared the dwelling and of- fice of Nicholas Norris, he saw a man trying a window, at the rear of the house, His suspicions at once arcused—for he saw that the man was Gilbert Garrick—he dodged into a place where be would both be concealed, and could see what was going op. The window which Garrick tried was not strongly fastened, for be soon had it raised. Fastening it up with a stick, he clambered up, and into the house, The window opened into a kitchen, but as Nicholas Norris kept bachelor’s hall, there were no'servants about, Witbout pausing in the kitchen, Garrick pass- ed into the next room, and then into the next, and finally reacbed the office, In one corner of the room stood a good-sized safe, and to this the mine-owner’s rascally son made bis way. ‘Before me lies my fortune!” he chuckled, ‘‘and if there’s enough of it, to make it worth my while to skip, I’ll let the papers go, and make for parts unknown. The next thing on the programme is to get the safe open, and that wg
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gp is an easy matter, providing the old man hasn’t changed the combination.” Kueeling by the safe, he proceeded to mani- puiate the plated knob, which opened the safe, A few minutes of studious trying proved to him that be bad a larger job before him than he had bargained for. ‘*Curses upon the old man! He’s done it, sure enough — changed the combination, and I’m dishei, unless 1 can blunder upon the right key!” he gritted, savagely: ** You are dished, anyway, murderer !” Fierce came the words, and, looking around, he beheld Bicycle Ben standing near, grasping a revolver. White as death, the cowardly wretch now grew. and staggerinugly he got upon his feet. “You?” he gasped, quaking and trembling in every joint. ’ “Yes, J!” Ben replied, his face darkening. “Dit you not know me when you first saw me?” ‘Yes, but—” : } “You thought I didn’t know you, in that dis- ise?” The villain merely nodded. He was so terrified at being confronted by the man he had so terribly wronged that he was incapable of speech, ‘And, so there’s where you deceived your- self, Dick Dryden, alias El Creole, alias Gil- bert Garrick, and God only knows bow many more aliases. I am here to avenge the cold- blooded murder of my wife, villain! You need not beg for mercy, for the time-told border code of ‘a life for a life’ shall be adhered to, I will, however, be more merciful than most men would be. Here!” and he burled a dirk knife so that its point became imbedded in the floor. ‘‘ Take that knife, and plunge it through your black heart, or P’ll sent a bullet crashing through your brain!” t With a look of unutterable horror, Garrick bent forward to pick up the knife. : He did not lay hands upon it, nor did he straighten up—but went crashing face down- ward upon the floor, the blood spurting from his mouth and nostrils. ‘ 4 Bicycle Ben quickly knelt beside bim, rolled him over, and placed his hand over his heart, It had ceased to beat, And in a few minutes more be was dead, Had his terror killed him? Or had the All-wise One prevented a fulfill- ment of the border code? Who shall know, or tell? Long before noon the street in front of the hotel was packed with people, as only a few were to be allowed to occupy the veranda, Excitemeot and hubbub were the order of the hour, for the approaching marriage was the first to be consummated in Lightning Lode. The minister who had given up his church and preaching, and turned miner, was to of- ficiate. Promptly at the hour of twelve, Nicholas Norris led Kid Glove Kate from the hotel, out upon the veranda, and there was a feeble cheer from the few of the audience who felt obliged to honor him, ; The two took their position, facing the street, while the minister stood at one side, In addition to this trio, the other occupants of the veranda were the hotel rae and his wife, Mambrinus Maccaw and Mrs. and My- ra Marten, and Casper Cutch. Bicycle Ben stood down in front among the crowd. As soon as the couple had taken their posi- tions, the minister assisted them to clasp bands. The next instant there was a cry of rage! The wrists of Nicholas Norris were encircled by a pair of handcuffs. . The crowd set up a shout of astonishment, as they saw this, andsaw Kid Glove Kate cover the mine-owner with a revolver, “Ten thousand devils!” Norris yelled. . ‘‘ Re- lease my bands. What is the meaning of this outrage?” ‘It means, Nick Norris, that_vou are a priso- ner—my prisoner!” Kid Glove Kate replied, in a clear, calm voice, yet taken place. When it does take place it will be a wedding of death!” em ““A wedding of death!” the villain gasped, his face blanching with horror. “ Ay! a wedding of death. Youare the mur- derer of Melvin rten!” Curse you! “Tis false—damnably false. free my hands!” They are better confined. Melvin and there was a witness “*Oh! no, Marten was “Your wedding bas not | Bicycle Ben. to the crime. You know there was. But, as you were not troubled, you flattered yourself that your guilt would never be known, Hay- ing an old will of Marten’s making, you laid cluim to the property.” ‘It don’t matter if a new will does exist,” the wrétcb broke forth; ‘‘the lode ismine, I advanced more money to open it and to build the cableway than two such mines are worth!” ‘And for every dollar you expended the mine has paid you two or more,” Casper Cutch cried. ‘*{£ have a duplicate of all your ac- counts, papers and everytbing. The Lightning Lode does not owe you a cent.” Norris glared at bis clerk, but could not speak, bis rage was so great. ‘‘Tie Martens are the rightful heirs to the mine,” Kate said, ‘‘and sball have it, Although their will has been lost—” “Tt has been found!” Bicycle Ben shouted, waving the papers in the air. ‘I’ve got the documents in my grip, and they’re all O, K.!” At this there was a tremendous cheer. ‘*Curse you—curse you alll!” Norris raved, furiously. ‘* Cursing will do you no good!” Kate replied, **You murdered Melvin Marten, and you know it, and you’re going to be interviewed by Judge Lynch! Do you want to make a confession?” “No! no! I never committed. a murder in my life!” ‘‘Bah! Do you want to see the man who witnessed the crime?’ “ee Yes y ‘‘ Mose Williams come forward!” Kate called out, The negro at once appeared, looking a bit scared. ‘* Did you witness the murder, Mosef” “Yes, ’m “Who killed Melvin Marten?” **Dat man, sah!” “ You saw him do it?” “¢- Yes, sah—ma’am!” ‘Relate how you became a witness.” ‘* Well, sah—ma’am—lI was workin’ fo’ Marse Marten, an’ got orful hungry. He used to keep de vittles in de shed, an’ nights ’d ’coon ’em, Dis ’ticler night I-see’d Norris skulkin’ round de cabin, an’ I watched. See'd ’im go in, peeked in de window, an’ see’d Norris stick de marse wid a knife as he lay ’sleep,” Just then there was a heavy fall, Nicholas Norris had fainted. But it made no difference to the men of Lightning Lode. Wild with indignation, they rusbed upon him, and in a few minutes more the villain was dangling from the nearest tree, ee The rest can be summed up vibe When order was brought out of that chaos, Kid Glove Kate removed her mask and false hair. Before the people stood the missing lawyer, Buckley Barras! He bad ferreted out the crime and been instrumental in bringing Norris to justice. teats The father and son were buried in one grave, and no one mourned their loss. _ Mrs. Marten, of course, came into possession of ber rights, and npppintes Barras ber manager, It is possible that she will marry him, Cutch got back bis old position, and by Bicycle Ben’s, or more appropriately, Yreka Jim’s, intervention, won Myra’s proniise that she would marry bim at Christmas. — : When Yreka Jim left Lightning Lode, he left the babe in Mrs. Marten’s motherly care, and with him went the “bowlin’ hydra-headed he- up-an’-haw!—the ludicrous giant, Mambrinus Maccaw!” THE END, The Dime Dialogues No. 31. 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By O}] Coomes. * The Phantom Miner, By Edward L, Wheeler, Vick Darling, the Pony Express Rider. By Capt, Whittaker. attling Rube, By Harry St. George. ¢ Avalanche, the Great Annihilator, By E. L. Wheeler. \ Eye, the Great Shot of the West. By J. F.C. Adama. book; ngale Nat; or, The Forest Captains. By Harbaugh. Justeh™ the Road-Agent, By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 7. SDA, the Masked Terror. By Edward L, Wheeler. Ben’s hianke », the Trapper, By C. E. Lasalle. It was ‘ifles s or, The Underground Camp. By A.C. Iron, da Buffalo. By C. E. Lasalle. and ran “~ ore = Boy pew By E.L, Wheeler. ‘“ the Boy Trapper. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams, Bicycni » the U Heer Scout. By Buffalo Bill. to be the wa Pet. By Captain J. F, C, Adams. upoo © Wick’s Eagles, By Edward L. Wheeler. twelve, shaiKing; or, The Secret Foe, By Oll Coomes, : ¥% or, Vandy Eliie’s Scalp. By Harry St. George, ey 2° Wes ndjan, By Captain se F. C, Adanis. rignt, ChE yas or, The Red Rifle Team, By E. L. Wheeler. Martensdow Ship. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. ent. ad Brotherhood. By W. J. Hamilton. 64 bao, Jack. By T. C. Harbaugh. 65 Hurricane Bill. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 66 Single Hand 3 or, A Life fora Life. By W. J. Hamilton. 67 Patent-Leather Joe. By Philip S. Warne. 68 The Border Robin Hood, By Butfulo Bill. 69 Gold Rifle the mhergeheoier. By Edward L. Wheeler. TO Old Zip’s Cabin. y Captain J. F.C, Adams, 71 Delaware Dick, the Young Ranger Spy. By Ol] Coomes. 72 Mad Tom Weatern, the Texan Ranger. By W.J. Hamilton, 7B Dendwood Dick on Deck.® By Edward L. Wheeler. 74 Mawk-eye Marry. By O}l Coomes, 75 The Boy Dnelist. By Colonel Prentiss Ing-aham. 76 Abe Colt, the Crow-Killer. By Albert W. Aiken, 77 Corduroy Ohurlle, ¢ne Boy Bravo, By E. L, Wheeler. 78 Blue Dick, By Captain Mayne Reid: 79 Bol Ginger, the Giant Trapper. By Albert W. Aiken. BY Rosebud Rob. By Edward L. Wheeler. Lichtnain By Giptain J. F.C. Adame. S82 Kit Marefoot the Wood-Hawk. By T. C. Harbaugh. 88 Rollo, the Boy Ranger. By Oll Coomes. 84 Jdyl, the Girl Miner, By Edward L. Wheeler. 85 Buek Buckram, By Captuin J, F. C. Adams. 86 Dandy Rock, the Man from Texas. By G. Waldo Brown. S87 The Land Pirates, By Captain Mayne Reid. 88 Photograph Phil, the Boy Sleuth. By E. L. Wheeler. 89 Ialand Jim. By the author of “ Jack Harkaway.” 90 ‘The Dread Rider. By George Walto itr) 91 The Captain of the Club, “By B:acebridge Hemyng. 92 Canada be oD thy Counterfelter Chief, By E. L. Wheelex 98 4 ee Miners. By Edward, Ellis, 94 3 hPa t -inek, the Road-Agent. By T.C, Harbaugh, 95 The Rival Rovers. By Lieut. Col. Hazeltine, 96 Watch-Eye, the Shadow. By Edward L. Wheeler. 0? The Outlaw Brothers. By John J. Marshall. 98 Robin Hood, the Outlawed Earl. By Prof. Gildersleeve. 9% The Tiger of Tuos. By George Waldo Browne. 160 Deadwood Dick in Leadville. By E. L. Wheeler. 101 Jack Harkaway in New York, Bracebridge Hemyng, 102 Dick Dead-Eye. By Colone! Prentiss Ingraham, 108 The Lion of the Sea. By Colonel Delle Sara. 104 Deadwood Dick’s Device. By Edward L. Wheeler. 105 Old Rube, the Hunter. By Captain H, Holmes. 106 Old Froaty, the Guide. y T. C. Harbaugh. 107 One-Eyed Sim. By James L. Bowen. 108 Daring Davy, the Young Bear-Killer. By H. St. George. 109 Deadwood Dick a« Detective. By E. L. Wheeler, 0 The Black Steed of the Prairtes, By J. L. Bowen, he'Ben-Devil. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham, he Mad Hunter. By Burton Saxe ek Hoyle the Young Speculator. By E. L. Wheeler. he Black Schooner. By Roger Starbuck. he Mad Miner, By George Waldo Browne, he Hussar Captain. By Col. Prentiss lugrabam, it-Edged Dick. By Edward L. Wheeler. {11 Somers, the Bov Detective. _By Charles Morris. Mustang Sam j or, The King of the Piains. By J, E, Badger. he Branded Hand. By Frank Dumont. innamon Chip, the Girl Sport. . By E. L. Wheeler, 2 Phil Hardy, the Boss Boy. By Charles Morris. 28 Kiowa Charley, the White Mustanger. By T.C. Harhaugh. 24 Tippy, the Texan. By, George Gleason. 25 Bonanza Bill, Miner. ‘By Edward L. Wheeler. 26 Picayune Pete. By Charles Morris. 27 Wild-Fire, the Boss of the Road, By Frank Dumont, 128 The Young Privateer. By H. Cavendish. 129 Deadwood Dick’s Double. By Edward L. Wheeler 180 Detective Dick. By Charles Morris. 181 The Golden Hand. By George Waldo Browne. 182 The Hunted Hunter, By Edward §. Ellis. 88 Boss Kob the King of the Bootblacks, By E.L. Wheeler. Sure Shot Seth. By 01] Coomes, Captain Paul. By C. Dunning Clark. Night-Hawk Kit. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. The Helpless Hand. By Saptals Mayne Reid. Blonde Bill. By Edward L. Wheeler. Judge Lynch Jr. _ By T. C. Harbaugh. Blue Blazes. By Frank Dumont. Bolid Sam, the Boy Road-Agont. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 42 Mandsome Harry. By Charles Morris. 148% Scar-Face Saul. By 01] Coomes. By Oll Coomes, By Edward S. Ellis. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham, By E. 8, Ellie. -_ Tie CO SBNa eee eecebyelere Peet ialeteletan wwe -_ 5 oe ppg fal nm at nk pt EeSraa Lance, the Boy Sport. By Joseph is ie ew York Detective. BEADLE’S | HALF-D 147 WILl Wildfire, the Thoroughbred. By Charles Morris. #48 Sharp Sum _ By J. Alexander Patten. 149 A Game otf Gold. By Edward L. Wheeler. 150 Lance and Lasso. By Captain Frederick Whittaker. 151 Panther Paul, the Prairie Pirate. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr, 152 Black Beas, Wi!) Wildtire’s Racer. By Charles Morris. 158 Eagle Kit, the Boy Demon. By Ol] Coomes. 154 The Sword Hunters, By Capt, Frederick Whittaker, 155 Gold Trigger, the Sport. By T. C, Harbaugh. 156 Deadwood Dick of Deadwood, By E. L. Wheeler. 157 Mike Merry, the Harbor Police Boy. By Charles Morris. 158 Fancy Frank of Colorado, By Buffalo Bill. 159 The Lost Captain. By Captain Frederick Whittaker. 160 The Black Giant. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr, 161 New York Nell. By Edward L. Whe ler, 162 Will Wildfire in the Woods, By Charles Morris. 168 Little Tex fs, the Young Mustanger. By Oll Coomes. 164 Dandy Kock’s Pledge. By George Waldo Browne. 165 Billy < age, the Railroad Boy. By Charles Morris. 166 Hickory tarry. By Harry St. George. 167 Asa Scott, the Steamboat Boy. By Edward Willett. 168 Deadly Dash. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 169 Tornado Tom, By T. C. Harbaugh. 170 A Trump Card. By Charles Morris, 71 Ebony Dan, By Frank Dumont. 2 Thunderbolt Tom. By Harry St. George. 8 Dandy Rock’s Rival. By Geoige Waldo Browne. 4 Bob Rockett, the Boy Dodger, By Charles Morris, & Captain Arizona. By Philip S. Warne. 6 The Boy Runaway. By Lieutenant H.D. Perry, U.S.N, ? Nobby Nick of Nevada. By Edward L. Wheeler. & Old Solitary, the Hermit Trapper. By Ol! Cootnes. 17% Bob Rockett, the Bank Runner, By Charles Morris. 180 The Sea Trailer. By Lieutenant H. D. Perry, U.S.N. 181 Wild Frank ot Montana, By Edward L. Wheeler. 182 Little Hurricane, th+ og Captuin. By Oll Coomes, 188 The Ilidden Hand, By Charles Morris, 184 The Boy Trailers, By Joseph E. Bodger, Jr. 185 Evil Eye, King of the Cattle Thieves. By Frank Dumont, 186 Cool Desmond. By Colone! Delle Sara. 187 Fred Halyard, the Life Boat Boy. By Charlee Morris. 188 Ned Temple, the Border Boy. By T. C, Harbaugh. 189 Bob Rockett, the Crackeman. By Charles Morris. 190 Pandy Darke. By Willem R, Eyster. 191 Buffalo Billy, tle oy Bullwhacker, 192 Captain Kit, the Wi ee oe By Lieut. Perry. 198 The Lady Road-Agent. By Philip S. Warne. 194 Buffalo Bill’« Bet. By Captain Taylor. 195 Deadwood Dick’« Dream, By Edward L, Wheeler. 196 Shadowed. By Charles Morris. 197 Little Grit, the Wild Rider. By Col, Prentiss Ingraham. 198 Arkansaw, th» Man with the Knife. By T, C. Harbaugh. 199 Featherweight. By Edward Willett. 200 The Rey Bedouins, By Capt, Frederick Whittaker. 201 The Black Hills Jezebel. By Edward L. Wheeler. 202 Prospect Pete, of tne Boy Brigade. By Ol] Coomes, 208 The Boy Pards, _ By Joseph KE. Badger, Jr. 204 Gold Plume, the Boy Bandit. By Co). Prettiss Ingraham. 205 Deadwood Dick’s Doom. By Edward L. Wheeler, 206 Dark Paul, the Tiger King. By Charies Morris. 207 Navajo Nick, the Boy Gold Hunter. By T. C. Harbaugh, 208 The I oy Hercules, By Ol] Coomes, 209 Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective. By Edward L. Wheeler. 210 Faro Frank of High Pine. By William R. Eyster. 211 Crooked Cale. By Joseph E. Badyer, Jr. 212 Dashing Dave, the Dandy Detective. By Charles Morris. 18 Fritz to the Front. By Edward L. Wheeler. 14 Wy olfrang, the Robber of the Rhine. By Capt. Whittaker. 15 Captain Bullet, the Raider King. By T, C. Harbaugh. 16 Bison Bill, the Prince of the Reins. By Col, P, Ingraham. 17 Captain Crack-Shot. By Edward L. Wheeler. 218 Tiger Tom, the Texan Terror. By Oll Coomes, 219 Despard, the Duellat. By Philip S. Warne. 220 Tom Tanner, Scalawag and Scapegrace. By Chas, Morris, 221 Sugar-Coated Sam. By Edward L. Wheeler, 222 Grit, the Bravo Sport. By Col Prentiss Ingraham, 228 Ozark Alf, King of the Mountain. By Edward Willett. 224 Dashing Dick, By Ol) Coomes. 225 Sam Charcoal, the Premium Darky. Fit] fre % the Boy Sharp. By, Edward L. Wheeler, usky Darrell, Trapper. By E. Emerson. 228 Little Wildfire. By Oll Coomes. 229 Crimson Kate. 8y Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 280 The Yankec Rajah, By C. Dunning Clark. 281 Plucky Phil, of the Mountain Trail By T. C. Harbaugh. 282 Gold-Duat Dick. By Edward L. Wheeler. 238 Joe Buck of Angela, By Albert W. Aiken, 284 Old Rocky’s ** Boyees.” By Buckskin Sam. 285 Shadow Sam, the Messenger Boy. By Charles Morris. Bey Apollo Bill. By Edward L. Wheeler. Lone Star, the Cowboy Captain, By “ol. Ingraham. 288 The Parson Detective. By 0!) Coomes, 289 The Gold-seeker Guide, By Captain Mayne Reid. 240 Cyclone Kit. By Edward L. Wheeler, 241 Bill Bravo and Wis Bear Pards, By T. C. Harbaugh. 242 The Two ** Bloods.” By Charles Mors. 248 The Disguised Guide, By Ol! Coomes. 244 Serra Sam. By Edward L. Wheeler. 245 Merle, the Middy._ By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 246 Giant George. By Buckskin Sam, 247 Old Grizzly and Mix Pets, By Capt.“ Brnin” Adams. 248 Sierra Sam’s Secret. By Edwurd L. Wheeler. 249 Milo Romer, the Animal King. By Capt. Fred. Whittaker. 250 The Midshipman Mutineer. By Col. P. Ingraham, 251 Light-house Lige. By Captain J. F. C. Adams, 252 Dick Dashaway. By Charles Morris, 258 Sierra Sam’s Pard, By Edward L. Wheeler. 254 The NMalf-Blood. By Edward 8. Ellis. 255 Captain Apoll», By T. C. Harbaugh, 256 Young Kentuck. By Caneel Murk Wilton. 257 The Lost Hunters, By Capt. J. F. C. Adams, 258 Sierra Sam’s Seven, By Edward L. Wheeler. 259 The Golden Harpoon, By Roger Starouck. 260 Dare-Devil Dan, By Ol! Coomes, a Fearnaught. By George L. Aiken. 262 The Young Sleuths. By Charles Morris, ick’s Divide. By Edward L. Wheeler. 264 The Floating Feather. By Col. P. Ingraham, 265 The Tiger Tamer. By Captain Fred. Whittaker 266 Killb’ar, the Guide. By Ensign Warren. 267 The Buckskin Detective. By T. ©. Harbaugh. 268 Deadwood Dick’s Death Trail. By E. L. Wheeler. 269 The Gold Ship, By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 270 Blizzard Ben. By Captain Mark Wilton. 271 The Huge Hunter, By Edward §, Ellis. 272 Minkekin Mike. By Ol] Coomes. 278 Jumbo Joe. By Edward L, Wheeler. 274 Jolly Jim. By Charles Morris, 275 Arizona Jack. By Buckskin Sam. 276 Merle Monte’s Crulse. By Colonel Prentiss Ingrabam. 277 Denver Doll. By Edward L. Wheeler, 278 The Three Trappers: By er Lewis W. Carson. 279 Old Winch, the Rifle Bing. By T. C, Harbaugh. 280 Merle Monte’s Fate. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 281 Denver Doll’s Victory. By Edward L. Wheeler. 282 The Typo Detective. By Edward Willett. 288 Indian Joe. By Major Lewis W, Carson. 284 The Sea Marauder. By Colone! Prentiss laqeate: 255 Denver Doll’s Decoy. _ By Edward L. Wheeler. 286 Josh, the Boy Tenderfoot. By Capt. Mark Wilton. 287 Billy Biaetves: By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 288 The Scalp King. By Captain J. F. C. Adama, 289 Jolly Jim’s Job. By Charles Morris, 290 Little Foxfire, By 01) Coomes. 291 Turk, the Ferret. By Edward L. Wheeler. 292 Rancho Pedro. By Major E.L. St, Vrain. 298 Red Claw, the One-Eyed Trapper. By Captain Comsteck, 204 Dynamite Dan, By T. C. Harbaugh. 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 rere rere) By Charles Morris. By Capt, A. B. Taylor. 295 Fearless Phil. By Edward Willett. 296 Denver Doll’s Drift. By Edward L, Wheeler. 297 The Tarantula of Taos, By Buckskin Sam. 298 The Water-Hound, by Charles Morris. 209 No. 1, the Dashing Toll-Taker. By Edward L. Wheeler. 800 The Sky Demon. _ By O11 Coomes, 861 Leadville Nick. By Major E. L. St. Vrain. 802 The Mountain Detective. . By T. C, Harbaugh, 808 ’Liza Jane, the Girl Miner, By E. L. Wheeler. 804 The Dead Shot Dandy. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham 805 Dashaway, of Dakota. By Charles Morris. 806 Neck-Tie Ned. By Major H. B. Stoddard. 807 The Strange Pard. By Buckskin Sam. 808 Keno Kit, the Boy Bugler’s Pard, By Col. P, Ingraham. 809 Deadwood Dick’s Big Deal. By E. L. Wheeler. 810 The Barranca Wolf, By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 811 The Roving Sport. By Edward Willett. 812 Redtop Rube, the Vigilante Prince. By Maj. E. L, St. Vrain- 818 Cimarron Jack. By Frederick Dewey. 814 The Mysterious Marauder. By Col. P. Ingraham, 815 Ned, the Cabin Boy. By Jack Farragut. 816 Old Eclipse, Tromp Curd of Arizona, By T. C. Harbaugh, 817 Peacock Pete, By Lieutenant Alfred Thorne. 818 Ker-whoop, Ker-whoo! By Buckskin Sam. 819 The Black Rider. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 820 The Sea Sorceress. By Jack Farragut. 821 Deadwood Dick’s Dozen. By Edward L. Wheeler. 822 Nemo, the Detective. By Edward Willett. 828 Arkansaw Jack. By Harry Hazard. 824 Ralph Ready, the Hotel Boy Detective. By Una Morris, 825 Kelley, Wickey & Company, the Sleuths of Philadelphia- By Edward s.. Wheeler. 826 The Ten Pards; or, The Terror of Take-Notice, Harbaugh. 827 Creeping Cat, the Caddo, By Buckskin Sam. 828 The Sky Detectives. By Major Mickey Free. 829 Red-Skin Tom, By Harry Hazard, 880 Little Quick-Shot. By Edward L. Wheeler. 881 Black Nick, the Demon Rider. By Capt. Fred, Whittaker. 882 Frio Fred. By Buckskin Sam. 888 Brimstone Bob, and His Lightning 11 - tette. By Major E. L. St. ad eye nar 884 Kangaroo Kit; or, The Mysterious Miner, By E. L: Wheeler. 885 Old Double Fist. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr 886 Big Benson. By T. C. Harbangh. 887 Ben Bird, the Cave King. By W. J. Hamilton, 888 A Tough Boy. By Philp S. Warne, 889 Kangaroo Kit’« Racket. By Edward L. Wheeler. 840 CHp, the Contortionist. By Edward Willett. 841 Tony Thorne, the Vagabond Detective, By Charlee Morris. %42 The Mountain Devil. By Harry Hazard. 848 Manhattan Mike. By Edward L. Wheeler. 844 The Fighting Trio. By Buckskin Sam. 845 Pittless Matt. «By T. C. Harbaugh, 846 Rapier Raphael. By Major H. B. Stoddard, 84T Deadwood Dick’s Ducats, By Edward L. Wheeler. 848 Fire-HMeela; or, Old Skinflint the Death-Shadow, ‘By- Roger Starbuck. 849 Wild Wolf, the Wace. By Buckskin Sam. 850 Red Ralph, the River Rover, By Ned Buntitne. 851 Deadwood Dick Sentenced, By Edward L. Wheeler, 852 Tombatone Tom. By Mj. E. L. St. Vrain, 858 The Reporter-Detective. By Charles Morris. 854 Big Horn Ike the Hill Tramp. By Roger Starbuck. 855 The King of the Woods; or, Daniel Boone’s Last Trail.. By Joseph E, Badger, Jr. 856 Cool Sam and Pard. By T,,C, Harbaugh, 857 The Ranch Raiders, By Bichikin Sam. 858 First-Class Fred, the Gent from Gopher, By E, L, Wheeler 859 Durance Dave, the Young Wrestler Champion. By Muj. K-. 4 mt. rain, 860 Kilver-Mask, the Man of Mystery, By J, C. Cowdrick, 861 The Phantom Lighthouse. By Roger Starbuck. 862 Deadwood Dick’s Claim, By Edward L, Wheeler, 868 Little Tornado. By Philip 8. Warne. 864 Snap-Shot, the Boy Ranger. By Buckskin Sam, $65 Baltimore Ben. By A. P. Morris, 866 Velvet Foot, the Indian Detective. By !. ©. Harbangh.. 867 Wide-Awake Joe, By Charles Morris. 868 Yreka Jim, the Gold-Gatherer. By E. L. Wheeler. 869 Shasta, the Gold King. By J. C. Cowdrick. 870 Breaker Ben, the Reef-Runmner. By Roger Starbuck 871 Kingbolt Chris, the Young Hard-Shell Detective. By Maj. E. L, St. Vrain. $72 Yreka Jim's Prize. By Edward L. Wheeler, 878 Little Jingo; or, the Queer Pard. By Philip S, Warne, 874 Gold-Dust Tom. By George H. Morse, 875 Chiota, the Creek. By Buckskin Sam. 876 California Joe's First Trail, By Capt. F, Whittaker: 877 Bonodel, the Boy Rover. By Col. Prentiss Ingrabam. 878 Nabob Ned. By Edward L. Wheeler. * 879 Larry, the Leveler. By Charles Morris, 880 Avalanche Alf. By Major E. L. St. Vrain. 881 Randera Bill; or, Frio Frank to the Front. By Buckshin Sam. ° B82 Cool Kit, the King of Kids. By Edward L. Wheeler. 888 The Indian Pilot. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 884 Whip-King Joe, the Boy Ranchero. By Ol) Coomes. 88% Vrekn Jim’s Joker, By Edward L, Wheeler, 886 Captain Cutlass, the Ocean Spider, By T. C, Harbaugh. 887 Warpath WILL, the Boy Phantom, By Col, P. Ingraham. 888 Little Oh-my. By Philip S. Warne- 889 Bicycle Ben. By Edward L, Wheeler. 890 Jaguar Joe. By Maj. E. L, St, Vrain. 891 Kid-Gleve Kit. By Maj. H. B, Stoddard, Ex-Scout, 892 Romeo and the Reds. By Buekakin Sam. A New issue Every Tuesday. The Half-Dime Library is for sale by all newsdonlers, five cents per copy, or sent by mail on receipt of siz cents each. BEADLE AND ADAMS, Publishers, 9s William Street, New York. By T. Ce ~