Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 443) (1886 01 19)
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‘'d suffer death, i Cl ne oe | ; OTT’ Entered at the Post Office at New York, N. Y., at Second Class Mail Rates. Copyright, 1886, by BEADLE AND ADAMS, January 19, 1886. J $2.50 PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY BEADLE AND ADA MS, Price, Vol. XVII. a Year. No. 98 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. 5 Cents. No. 443. @ {ut OR The Sign of be Crinson Crescent. BY ED. L. WHEELER, AUTHOR OF THE ORIGINAL 55 ‘* DEADWOOD DICK” NOVELS, ‘‘ ROSEBUD ROB,” ‘‘ DENVER DOLL,” “ YREKA JIM,” ETO., ETC. CHAPTER I. DICK BRISTOL’S OATH. “*COME on, you devils, come on; for unless my horse fails me, you will never catch me. I am as fresh from this long chase as you are, and my brave pard, Fleetwood, is not yet blown— are you, Fleetwood? Once over yonder range of hills, and I think maybe I can throw them SEE ees IEE BL off my trail!” “THE NAME OF DEADWOOD DICK JUNIOR SHALL BECOME AS GREAT A TERROR TO ‘The speaker was a lad of seventeen, or there- EVIL-DOERS AS WAS THAT OF THE MAN WHO LIES HERE,” »
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2 abouts, who, mounted upon a clean-limbed bay horse, was riding like the wind over a stretch of level prairie, to the northward, where, percep- tible to vision, a long, low range of foot-hills be- gan, that eventually rolled up, and on, until they resolved themselves into a mighty moun- tain range. There was little grass upon the undulating { plain over which a fire had lately swept; conse- " quently the hoof-strokes of the horse left a plain trail behind. The afternoon was over half spent—a luridly hot September afternoon, with little air stirring ns conteract the scorching rays upon the barren plain. Yet, neither horse nor rider appeared to mind the heat, for, to all appearances, they were fly- ing for life and liberty. Away back to the southward, perhaps five miles distant, a cloud of dust marked the location of a party of pursuers—in which there was nothing so strange, except for one thing; for many an exciting chase had taken place over that very plain before that day. The exception concerned the fugitive, and the burden he carried, as he s on, on, sparing not the spur, to reach the range of foot-hills. Although so young the rider possessed a strong healthy figure, characterized by agility of mo- tion and natural grace of carriage. e sat in his saddle with perfect ease, showing that he was an equestrian by nature born. Everything in person and act seemed to indi- cate the presence of remarkable nerve force and decision of character. His face, round and plump as a school-girl’s was decidedly handsome, flushed as it now was, and devoid of beard. His mouth was firm, but pleasing, his eyes of a brilliant brown hue, and bi magnetic and expressive. is hair rolled back in a wavy mass over @ finely shaped head, and fell in soft cascades down upon his shoulder. His attire was a ¢oarse but serviceable coat and pants, the la tucked into a pair of top- boots; a blue el shirt, with broad collar thrown open at the throat, and a jaunty, wide- rim slouch hat.. A belt around his waist, contained a pair of revolvers, while a Winchester repeating-rifle ges strapped to his back. ; ...“ The most peculiar thing about the young fugi- : tive was the burden he bore. > ie That burden was a woman! J She lay across the saddle in front, her head 4 and shoulders supported by his left arm, while 4 his Fab (> hand was used in guiding the sure- eS eap footed horse. It was not a young woman, but an elder! fs ‘lady, very plainly attired—a lady of five-and- fifty, perhaps, upon whose thin, wan face the Ler of trouble boldly traced many a care- ine. af She was not insensible, although her eyes eS were partly closed as they sped on, and it was evident that the bounds of the horse caused her much pain. . — Dick Bristol—for that was the name of the Se young knight of the saddl azed down at the deathly face every few seconds, with an expres- sion of deepest sorrow and anxiety. Who was th‘s poor, pale creature whom he was so nobly t#’ying to bear beyond the reach of pursuers? Was she aught to him? : ‘> One gazing at the two faces could not easily discover any resemblance between them. The young fugitive soon set all doubts at rest on this score, however, for, after looking back over his shoulder, he said: “They're out of sight in an arroyo, now. If T can only get over the range, mother, I am in hopes we can find a spot where you can gain a rest of a few minutes’ duration, at least.” “No, no, my child!” was the faint response of the woman. “Do not stop on my account. gs on, Richard—keep on, until you are safe!” “Tt is not that, mother dear. 1 am safe any- gq where. Itis you I fear for. You are not able to bear up under this fearful journey—you are in too poor health. We must find a place to rest soon.” ‘“‘ Yes, we will find a place of rest soon,” was the still faint answer. “It is but a matter of _ time when we will all be at rest.” And she closed her eyes with a long-drawn sigh. ‘ Dick Bristol’s eyes became blinded with tears as he gazed down at her; but he bit his lips to ¢. keep back words which, had they been uttered, _ would have completely broken him down. pr 7 dgeked’ bay. ‘ver!™, ° ‘Do your best, old boy, now, if = ‘ ; ' “On, Fleetwood, on!” he said, to the foam-- ae: Deadwood Dick Jr. Away and onward they sped, and at last be- ay to ascend the gradual incline of the foot- 11s, Dick Bristol kept an anxious watch of the rear as well as the front, and a knitting of his brows showed that the prospect was not to his nth ‘‘They’re gaining—there’s no use of denying that,” he mused, ‘and have been for the last half-hour. They are now less than three miles away, and are hot after me, The sun is yet two hours high, and if something don’t turn up in my favor, they will run me down before dark- ness arrives. I am afraid mother won’t hold out much longer, either.” | At last he reached the brow of a bill, anda cry of surprise and joy burst from his lips. Before him lay outspread a panorama of ex- ceeding loveliness, as compared with the barren expanse over which he had been riding for the last several hours, hard pushed by most bitter and merciless enemies. % Before and below him, running at right angles with the course he was pursuing, lay a beauti- ful valley, green with verdure, and decked here and there with buds of variegated flowers, while a silvery serpentine stream ran through this lovely lane of nature. The valley was not over half a mile in width, but ran for milesto the eastward and westward, and had every indication of being faultlessly adapted for grazing and agricultural] purposes, being untimbered, except for here and there a broad-branching cottonwood tree. A mile and a half tothe eastward was @ gl cabin, and outbuildings, which proved that the valley had already been selected as a home by some wide-awake party. Dick Bristol drew rein for a brief moment, then rode down the valley. “Tf I goto the ranch yonder, there’s where Tl be sought for first!” i mused. ‘‘T’ll take the western course, and I may be able to outwit the hell-hounds yet!” When he had reached the valley-bottom, he headed Fleetwood to the left and gave him the spurs. For perhaps a mile they sped on, until they reached a little turn in the valley, where grew a couple of huge cottonwood trees. It was at this point that a groan from his mother caused Dick Bristol to suddenly draw rein. Mrs. Bristol’s eyes were closed, and she was breathing in quick respirations. ‘Mother! oh! mother, speak to me!” Dick cried, slipping from the saddle with her in his arms, and laying ber upon a soft bed of grass *neath one of the trees. ‘‘ Oh! mother, are you worse? Has this hard riding overtaxed your strength?” Mrs. Bristol slowly opened her eyes and up into his handsome face, a world of motherly ection expressed in that one steady look. ‘No, my child, I am not worse—I am better. Ah! so much better, and Iam so thankful! It will soon be over, and then, my poor boy, I will be at rest, never to suffer any more. h! you ought not to weep, Richard—you ought to be lad, with me, when you remember how much have passed through, and what I have suf- fered!” ‘‘Oh! mother! mother! My God, it cannot be that you are dying?” sobbed Dick, as he knelt beside her, his tears falling upon her pallid, up- turned face. A sweet smile of contentment and wreathed her De ag “ Yes, my child, | am dying, so far as this world is concerned, but dying only to live again where there is no sin, no trouble. I have this hour to come, my lad the heur is lit up her eyes son, trust, for your poo: sucha good and exemplary life that we may meet each other before the throne of ‘Do not weep then, my son, for that is wrong. We are bidden not to mourn the loss of those we love. Weep not, but listen to me, for these lips of mine will soon be closed forever. “ You know something of our family matters, but not all. You know that I am your mother —you are satisfied of that?” his was asked thterrogssively. ‘* Yes, ther, [ am sure. My very heart tells me that!” Dick replied, between sobs. “© And you have always believed Budd Bristol, the man-demon, to be your father?” ‘“ T never knew to the contrary, mother. But when, three years ago, he drove me from home, Bristol, as 1 afterward learned, who lured him to drink, who encouraged the came a passion—as it soon did. All my plead- ing proved of no avail. money we had accumulated, and finally, as I : could ranged by Budd—and that went for drink, too. in the dead of winter, when you Vv and helpless in bed—then, I had a suspicion tha he was not my father—a suspicion that has grown upon me, ever since.” “ And, it was right. Your name is Bristol, but you are not Budd Bristol’s son. Listen. I must tell you all before I go, or I would not rest re easy in my grave. ) “Years ago, I married Byron Bristol—your father—and we came West, and settled in Iowa, where we took up. land, and by the time you were born, we had a nice farm of three hundred and sixty acres, and were surrounded by many comforts our less economical neighbors deprived themselves of. Finally, Budd Bristol came to live with us, and persuaded Byron to move fur- ther west, take up a large ranch, and rent out the Iowa property, Budd offering to supply half the money for the new venture. “Well, we left Iowa, and went to Nebraska, and took up a very large ranch, and prospered, But, although my husband was. hard-workin and industrious, he was too big-hearted_an hospitable, and took to drinking. It was Budd —— the habit until it be- He drank up what learned, mortgaged our Iowa home for all he et—it was a fraudulent transaction ar- “From the once noble end honorable man he was, he drifted down to the level of a sot, and worse, tions to me—for Budd tried to He grew jealous of his brother's attea- reform my hus- band, as I at that time sup , tho’ at the yory time, he was secretly pushing him onward to de struction—and Budd also often gave me money, to supply the necessaries for the house. “Things went from bad to worse, and Byron got so low that the worst bums of the town, that ad sprung up on a portion of our estate, be- came my husband’s companions. i “Byron came to me, and tried to get me to mortgage the estate—that is, to sign off with him, so he could mortgage his half. 5 ) : last to the fact that the ranch, which was large, and well stocked, had tripled in value, bya t town being located on it, and again quadrupled, by the survey of a railroad through. it, Byron could easily have mortgaged our half of it for twenty-five thousand dollars. «Of course I would not sign off. ‘Finally, my husband could get no money OF credit from any source. Thecourt had declared him incompetent to manage his affairs, an was given charge of our part of the estate. Byron became so frenzied for the want of liquor, that, one night, he swore if we did not give him money to git it with he’d murder some one for their money. Pe ; “ The next morning, a citizen was found mur- | dered and the body plundered, and of course the crime was laid to beron. He heard of it, came to me, and swore he was innocent; begged for | without delay. = j “He pleaded so piteously that I was much | affected, for I had not yet lost all my affection | for him, I bad no ready money at hand, so TL went to Budd Bristol and begged a loan. He consented to give it to me, providing I would’ sign a paper to the effect that, at Byron Bristol's death, I would either marry him, or forfeit right and title to my husband’s estate.” ‘ And you did this?” *©Yes. I loved and pitied Byron, and could not let him fall a victim to lynch law. I signed | the paper, and Budd Bristol gave me five thou-" sand dollars. I in turn gave it to my husband, | and he fled, and I never saw him afterward.” | “* Well?” : ‘A year afterward, when you were but five a | years old, I read of Byron's death in an Omaha) paper, and the description was so accurate that no doubt was left in my mind but what he’was’ really dead. After as of mourning, | mar- | ried Budd Bristol. e had always treated me | with great kindness, and besides, I felt obliged | to honor my promise. “But I soon found I had married a demo?, | and the past twelve years of my life have bee? replete with misery. I need not tell you what have suffered. Since he drove you away, three years ago, he has beaten and abused me like ® dé dog, and when, a short week ago, I learp \ where to find you, I fled to you, to die. Before ; I left him the wretch gave me my death-blow by | money to fly from the wrath of the igilane Committee which was organizing at 1c ms ES eo stabbing me in the breast, because I refused sign over the property to him, asI have always refused to do. never told you, because the wound did not bleed externally, and I did not ey
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| “td suffer death from it. But this flight ; — have agi ravated the hurt and I ‘| filling up with blood inside. I know I ily a few moments to live. But, as I said . Tam glad to die, for I am weary of life. pocket you will find papers that give ‘xplicit information than I have been able you. At my death you are, of course, : father’s only child, sole heir to the half astate which belonged to him and me.” 1 he leave no will?” s. That, too, isin my pocket. Take care / not lose it, or that Budd Bristol does not for he will never cease making an attempt possession of your share of the property yas he lives. The deeds are in my pocket, hade of pallor flitted over Mrs. Bristol’s she seemed not to breathe for a moment; ae rallied and spoke, but it was in a husky er. wll have to be careful, my boy,” she said, ; Dick’s hand in her own, so thin and al- loodless—‘‘ you will have to be careful. Budd Bristol finds that I am dead, he will “ry to get you out of the way. He is abad and the men he has with him are no doubt same stamp.” ou feel certain that it is Budd Bristol who ven us pursuit?” es. He swore he’d follow me to the ends of rth but what he’d secure his point. You | case both you and I were dead, he would ster of the situation, and heir to all the , but for one thing.” nd that—” a discovery I made a couple of days be- {left the Niobrara ranch. I chanced to rer an old letter from your father, written sas five years ago!” h! Then he still lives?” think so—I feel certain of it. The letter irected to Budd, and inquired after your 1 and mine, and reques a loan of fifty 's, for the purpose of buying a set of min- cols, He wrote from New Luck, Nevada. was five years ago, but I want you to try nd him. I—I—there—it’s—death !|—it’s—” ~ ther ch was interrupted by a hem- ige, Which poured from her mouth, and the \-rattle sounded in her throat. a moment her spirit had returned to the _ | All-Giver. rt many minutes Dick Bristol knelt beside sad mother, and sobbed as though his heart i break—wept until he could weep no more; drying his tear-stained face, he set to work ‘form the last sad rites, with a sorrowful ess born of desperate despair. _ cleaned away the blood, and raising the , fastened it to the back of Fleetwood with \riat, then taking the horse by the bit-ring, ‘l the way up the gulch. ep sun was setting by this time, but he kept on, until he came to four mounds, side by ‘evidently graves, not long since made. halted his horse and scrutinized the lettered ~Stagt fee-head of each grave. ywet. ky poard bore the name of William \throp; the second Iris Winthrop, while the d bore the following inscription: **CALAMITY JANE. tANK WITH FRIENDS, FEARLESS OF FOES.” nd this is what young Bristol read, with itest surprise, on the fourth slab: ‘HERE LIES “ DEADWOOD DICK, LAVE, HONORABLE AND KIND IN PEACE; COOL, | DARING AND FEARLESS IN WAR.” So, Deadwood Dick is dead, eh?’ he mused, \d this is his grave? I have often heard of and Calamity Jane, as two restless and dar- irits, friendly to friends but deadly to foes. od Dick was a dreaded detective, and ble as an avenger of evil and wrong-doing | | Why should J not be the same? TI have a of vengeance to satisfy, a good old mother’s th to revenge; a father’s ruin to repay. — es, Budd Bristol, I will have your evil life ll the bitter moments you have caused my cw al and for the coward’s blow that irit of my dead mother, I swear it! Here, he grave of him whose name I will assume, edge my life to the task of running you udd Bristol, and swear that the name of dwood Dick Junior shall become as great a tor to evil-doers as was that of the man who Mhere. Hear me, oh! ye, who keep the record swear it!” 1%) Y= 0 tea pasa sof vengeance—I raise my hand on high Deadwood Dick Jr. 3 _ , ‘ And the sun sunk behind the great hills, and the birds went twittering homeward through the somber shadows that crept down the mountain- side, like grim and noiseless phantoms. CHAPTER IL. CALIFORNIA KIT. A NARROW, but deep and rapid stream of water, known as Reese river, swept majesticall down through one of Nevada’s deepest and grand- est canyons, swirled around a huge bend,formed out of the only level point of land known for miles around, with a sullen roar, and then rush- ed on to the southward, as if proud of having rounded the offending bend that obstructed its course, With a great noise indicative of its mighty displeasure. ith its source in some of Nevada’s famous high spring lakes, it tore madly down through the mountains, from ravine to gorge, and from gorge to canyon, gathering strength and force every few rods of its journey, until, when it passed the bend above referred to, it was a river of no mean size, but so rapid and boisterous that only an expert would have cared to venture out upon it in canoe or skiff. Beyond the bend it kept on for miles, finally turning directly southward, into a more level country, and forming many a pretty land-lock- ed Jake on its way. The bend we have mentioned, as being the only level spot around its section of the moun- tainous country, was in reality a bar of sand and rocks, about two feet above the level of the river into which it projected, and comprised about a thousand acres of surface, being shaped somewhat like a diamond, the sides not bounded by river being rimmed by solid rocky mountain walls that ran almost perpendicularly upward to a ea hight. And, singular as it many Reo, upon this bar was a town—a real, live Western “ city,” of up- ward of two hundred souls. The only way of reaching the place being by a narrow trail that followed the eastern side of Reese river up and down the canyon’s length. We will call the camp Bummer's Bar, for reasons best known to the writer. The preponderance of bummers and guzzlers in the town, who would not work as long as they could beg whisky and provender, make the es particularly appropriate. he great towering mountain-walls_ that formed half of the boundary of the Bar were rich with veins of gold and_ silver-bearing quartz, and a number of drifts had already been -made by different operators, the yield of which had far exceeded the most sanguine ex- pectations. There was work at good wages for every one who cared to work, but, as usual in every min- ing-camp, there were a number of drones who never made it a point to earn their living by the sweat of their brow—gamblers, fakirs and bum- mers, and the other heterogeneous classes of the vagabond species. ummer’s Bar, besides its log, slab, and -can- vas habitations, boasted of two barn-like hotels, The Nugget and The States; a couple of combin- ed drinking and gaming saloons; a general store and post office; a dance-hall, where big-footed miners and ‘‘’49er” women nightly displayed their terpsichorean accomplishments; a smithy ; a bank-exchange, an ore-crusher and refining mill, and several establishments of a minor character, including a ‘‘ washee-washee,” run by John Wong, an almond-eved dandy. We drop into Bummer’s Bar, about two weeks after the events narrated in Chapter I. We arrive about sundown, by stage, and as the States is the better looking of the two hotels, we pe up there. The stage brings a big load of people to the Bar, and we find the little town can well do without. them, for it is already packed with peo- ple. And this, before it is yet a yearling camp! The jocund landlord of the States, Capt. Hooper, informs us, as he gives us his last room, that he shail have to set men to work, to-mor- row, to build on another story, and that if the rush don’t abate, before long, a committee will have to be created, and charge an admission fee to the camp. But, let’s see what is /to be seen, in this new bonanza strike. Next door to the States was a two-story frame shanty, with a red light over the door, and a canvas sign, on which was printed: “DUTCH DUFF’S Pf DAISY SALOON!" The Saloon had a frontage on the plaza—for all the houses, etc., were built in a semi-circle— of about thirty feet, and was considerably over twice its width, in length, ON? ee ee) ee a" a ’ Png OE ee . oe | hotel they lingered around it, hopin At one side of the entrance was a bulletin board, on which was pasted a hand-lettered ad. yertisement, which read as follows: “LOOK! LOOK! GAZE! “A Treat For Everysopy, To-NicHt! The Greatest Sensation of the Age! At an Outlay of Many Hundred Dollars, the Pro- rietor of the “ Daisy,’ will show the People that he eeps THE BEST RESORT IN THE WEST!!! To-nieHT! To-NIGHT! Admission Fee! GRAND PRIZE FIGHT! With Hard Gloves, between the local bruiser, BIG-MOUTH MOSE, of Bummer’s Benp, and CALIFORNIA KIT! The Famous Female Boxer of ’Frisco! Reserved Seats, $5.00,” This sign had been posted for two days, and to say the camp had been in @& fever of excite- ment, since it first appeared, would be *‘ drawing it mild,” to say the least. Dutch Duff was an ignorant and uncouth Dutchman, not credited with great smartness; but he had a very “fly” bartender, in the per- son of Julius Jenks, and Julius it was, who had spent some weeks in arranging for the sensation, with a view to drawing trade away from the rival saloon, which was known as the ‘‘ Hum- ming Bird.” Big-Mouth Mose was considered the “ very baddest” of all the bad men of Bummer’s Bar, and there were plenty who were shockingly bad, that’s sure. Mose, however, took whatever ‘‘ cake” there was to be taken, and the man had yet to come to the Bar, who could ‘‘do him up,” in any way, shape or manner. e stood about five feet seven, in his stogy boots, and weighed over two hundred pounds, being large of trunk, broad-shouldered, and pos- sessed of limbs of unusual size and muscular development. _ His sledge-hammer fists looked capable of fell- ing an ox, e had a large, round head, the top part of —— was bald and glossy, and a thick, bull neck. » His. ~ vo was red and fat, with a pug nose, little bead-like eyes and overhanging brows, while his mouth extended almost from ear to ear, and gave him a ludicrous appearance. He was not naturally of a ruffianly disposi- tion, and was rather inclined to be waggish and create a ‘‘circus” at some one else’s expense, except when in liquor. ; He was an inveterate brag, and really had eo cause, for no one had as yet got the best of im. j ‘“Ther idee ov a stripplin’ ov a gal a-tryin’ ter knock me out!” he said, with a sniff of disgust. “Why, I’ll bet a thousan’ dollars an’ ther red ye ther first clip I give her will knock her silly |” No one took up the offer, for it was well . known in camp that he seldom had a thousand cents about him, much less a thousand dollars. And so the people waited anxiously for the eventful night. California Kit was to arrive on the stage the same night of her appearance at the ‘‘ Daisy,” and when the old iron-clad hearse rolled into the plaza, just before dusk, a big swarm of the camp’s denizens crowded about to get a glimpse of the girl prize-fighter from "Frisco. One by one the passengers disembarked, but only one female was seen—a tall, angular, old- maidish-looking woman, attired in black, and wearing a green vail tied down over her face— whom the stage-driver Gipected to the Nugget otel. } ‘ That’s her—that’s her!” yelled some one, and the crowd began to surge toward the lone female as only a curious crowd can do, The woman gave a startled shriek, took to her heels, and ran for dear life toward the hotel, rae the crowd set up a yell and started after er. And even after she had got safely within the to have some more sport when she came out to go to the _ Daisy Saloon. In the mean time, a person who had got off the stage walked toward the saloon in question: Tl ‘
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_ them growled. ~ Eee ees Deadwood Dick J Yr a dapper, dandy-looking person, scarcely of medium hight, attired in a fine black corkscrew suit, with white shirt, collar and tie, and shiny silk hat. , The form was very plump and graceful of , contour, and when beneath the light of the sa- loon it was easy to agree that the stranger was a girl, or else a very pretty and feinintoe oktae boy, for the face was a vivacious and attractive one, with a sweet little mouth and dancing black eyes, and a wealth of short, curly hair was exposed as she politely tipped her tile on enter- ing the Daisy Saloon. “Good evenin’, fellers!” she saluted, address- ing the half-dozen men who were lounging about the bar. ‘‘I say, be you goin’ to treat?” The men surveyed the young fop, as he stood twirling his gold-headed cane, with scowls of dis- p_easure, ‘*No! younker, we ain’t goin’ to treat!” one of ‘ Any one as slings on the lugs as you do, wi’ yer Sunday togs, stove-pipe hat, gold-headed cane, an’ diamonds, orter be able to treat ’emselves, an’ the crowd, besides!” for the dapper stranger’s shirt front fairly blazed with diamonds, and several fine diamond rings were upon the fingers. “So ve ain’t goin’ to treat, eh?’ queried the stranger. ““No! we ain’t!” “* How is it with you, Dutchy?”’ and the in- uirer leveled a wry glance at the expansive euton, who presided behind the bar. “* No, you got ape to drink, vot you don’d pay for!” was the reply. **So run righd along oud, sonny. Ve don’d do some off dot drust piz- ness, here.” , “Don't eh? Now that’s kind ‘o’ tough. Kin- der thought I could hang you up for a drink.” ‘*My young friend, if you are in want of a drink, Pll pay fer it!’ The words were uttered in a frank, hearty voice, and a young man who had been sitting at a table, arose, and stepped forward—a dashing- looking fellow, not yet out of his teens, clad in a brown suit, top boots and sombrero-—-hand- some as an Apollo, and as graceful, too. In fact, no less a person than Dick Bristol, otherwise, Deadwood Dick, Junior. ‘* Give the girl a drink, bartender!” he added, *‘and I'll have a cigar.” And he laid a coin down on the counter. “Der gir:?” echoed Dutch Duff, in astonish- ment. “The girl?” cried ti> miners. “Yes, the girl!” ‘replied Deadwood Dick, Junior. “Und you vas a girl?” queried Dutch Duff, staring at the young stranger, wh> evidently was only about sweet sixteen. , _. “Why, of course, Limburger! What d’ye take me for?’ was the pert answer. ‘‘ What do T look like, anyhow?” ““You vas look like a sissy dude, so help me!” ‘But, I ain’t, you know! Iam a daisy, you bet, and just as fresh and fly as they make’em.” “Vel a petter nod go to gotten too fresh around here, to-nighd, mine young friend, or some off der poys vill ‘salt’ you und you not pe quite so fresh, somedimes, all at yonce!” And the Teuton’s sides shook with laughter, at his own fancied wit. ** Ts that so?” drawled the girl sport, after a swallow of brandy. ‘‘SoI don’t strike you as being able to fight, eh? Don’t look as if I could kill a muskeeter, do I? ‘Well, now, that’s ’cause yer don’t know me. I’m a tough, I am, an’ I come from Toughtown. There’s many a chump ts flipped up, on my size. Come, friend,’’---to wood Dick, Jr., ‘‘let’s take a seat, over here.” And the girl led the way to a table in the rear part of the saloon, which was only dimly lit up, et. eadwood Dick, Jr., followed her, and peer became seated on opposite sides of the table. The light was sufficient for them to take a good look at each other, which they did, before either ventured to speak. “Say, d’ye know I kind o’ like you?” the girl sport finally observed, in a matter-of-fact way. wo Do you? Well, I guess I shall have to return the compliment,” Dick replied, with a pleasant smile. ‘I don’t usually take much stock in girl sports, you see, but it rather struck me you were an exception to the usual run of that species. ** So t am, as you'll find out, if you know me long enough. I ain’t no hot-house flower, what was brought up in the parlor, to nurse a pug dog, an’ play the piano—oh! no! I can shoot, Ca run, jump, swim, wrestle, and fight, but there ain’t no more opery music about me than there is ina hump-backedhen. Say, what’s yer name? *Scuse my freshness, fer askin’—that’s jest a way I’ve got.” **You may call me Carl Clyde!” was the an- swer. ‘* But, that is not your real name?” “Maybe not. I may have another name, or a dozen of ’em, for that matter, but one answers the same purpose as another. What is your name?” ‘“* Kittie Kenyon.” ‘* What! not California Kit, who is to box with a local tough, known as Big-Mouth Mose?” Dick demanded, in supreme astonishment. ‘The very same, you bet! Don’t look much like a Sullivan, do I?” “Indeed, you do not! Why, you will never be able to stand up before this bruiser, Mose. I’ve seen him, and he is a tough-looking cus- tomer—a big brute, I should say.” ‘* He is, eh?” “Yes. I doubt if I could knock him down, myself, if he was to put his hands behind his back, and let me blaze away at him!” California Kit laughed, merrily, at this. **So you ain’t much on the knock, I take it?” she said. ‘That’s no bad fault. A person as don’t know how to slug is less liable to carry around an eye in mourning than a person who has fot a pile of conceit.” ‘* Have you ever boxed, much?” ““Well, I should hum! I knocked out Big Bullock, at Shaefer’s Flats, a week ago, for two hundred a side, and did it in two rounds, at that. Oh! I'ma little tough, when it comes to flingin’ my fists,” ‘How old are you?” ‘* Now, look here; ain’t that kind of an imperti- nent question to ask? Don’t you know young ladies don’t like to tell their ages? If I was ter tell you I was sweet sixteen, now, mebbe fifteen years from this I’d want to make out I was only eighteen, and you’d be around, somewhere, to give me dead away!” “Oh! well, I'll take it for granted you are not much over sixteen,” Dick smiled. ‘I wish I could persuade you not to attempt to box with outh Mose!” Big- Rou think he will do me, eh?” “*T certainly do!” : ‘* You allow he will spoil this purty phiz of mine.” ‘He certainly will.” “And you'd hate to see anything like that?” quizzically. ‘I surely would!” Dick declared, heartily. California Kit put out her little white hand— a hand that did not look as if it could strike a blow of sufficient force to knock down a six- year old boy. “Shake!” she said. ‘I’m with you, on that pool. I wouldn't like to have my face mashed into a jelly, myself, no more’n you'd like to see it, for expect to use it to ketch onto a million- aire, one 0’ these days, when Old Monte passes over the range.” “Old Monte? Who is he? “Oh! he’s my old dad—the worst old bum you ever saw in your life, He hain’t no good. You'll see him around ,here ’fore the evenin’s out—a reg’lar walkin’ advertisement of Bacchus, the God of Wine, tho’ Monte allus takes whisky, when he can get it.” ‘Ah! lsee. You are troubled with an in- temperate parent, who forces you to the sort of life you lead, to keep him in money with which to buy whisky!” Dick praia? a y. “Troubled? Forced? ell, now, I guess not! Do [ look like a fresh young tenderfoot, who could either be troubled or forced! Nixee! The old man he goes et on his own hook, an’ so do I. Once in a while I have to loan him a V, but he always paysit back. As fer this feller, Big- Mouth Mose, I’ll do him up in no time; unless I am awfully mistaken.” : ie | hope you will, Miss Kittie, but I am afraid you don’t know your man.” “Maybe not, but I know my biz!” with a shrug of the shoulders, ‘and don’t you forget that, Have you got any money to ead I don’t ut him on his back in the first round? If so, ’m right at home, \and ready to entertain callers.” . And the girl sport drew a roll of bank notes from her pocket and shook them invitingly under the very nose of w Dick, Jr. Dick gazed at her a moment in astonishment, “Do you mean it?” he said. ‘“‘ You bet. I’m business, every time, and my name is California Kit!” Soa! ‘Well, I haven’t much money, young lady— but : just an even hundred,” Dick said, Tu | wager that you don’t knock Big-Mouth Mose out; in one round, if it bu’sts me!” “Very weil! Keep the money in your pocket, and here ismy hundred. You are to be stake- holder. Here also is a sum of money, Which I want you to make bets with. You will find a of takers, and you can give odds of ten to. ve that 1 will win, all bets to be put Up in the. hands of Julius Jenks, the bartender.” So saying, she deposited the roll of notes in his hands and arose. 7 “You will excuse me, now,” she said, “as I must go for my supper. Do not hesitate, but do as I tell you, and you will find in California Kit. a friend worth having!” ’ Then, with a smile and a wave of her hand she turned away and passed out of the saloon, leaving Deadwood Dick, Jr., in a very Puzzled frame of mind. ‘Well, here’s a go,” he mused. “ My first: night in Bummer’s Bar promises to be a0 inter- esting one. Can it be that I am toduplicate the adventures of pit te , the Original Richard of Deadwood? Verily, it would seem so. And what strange fate, I wonder, has thrown me in contact with this beautiful girl sport, California Kit? Only time can answe? that question, I fancy!” CHAPTER III. MRS. HYATT’S VISITOR. OF the several mines or drifts in Bummer’s: Bar, that known as the Lucille was soMewhat the most productive, and, consequently, the richest. It employed more hands than the others, and id better wages, for the individual owner, Mr. avid Hyatt, was a liberal gentleman, and did not believe in forcing his employees to Work at. starvation prices, that he might add a0 addi- tional and extra golden lining to his coffers, He argued that well paid laborers felt more called upon to do an honest day’s work than those who were cut down to the lowest figures and it was this motto that gave him universal pope sy in the camp. A Mr. Hyatt was a fine-looking man, ™ the prime of life, and his prosperity never made him in the least conceited or domineering. i He was wont to mingle among thé “ boys” freely, and not one of them could say theTe was anything mean or stingy about him. e lived in one of the best-furnished 40d fl omg wy shanties on the Bar, and was ™4Irjed, ut had no children. eet He had been married some three yes pre- vious to our story, to an Omaha lady, 404 had brought her with him to Bummer’s Bar. Mrs. Hyatt wasa beautiful blonde, aged about thirty, and those who knew her well enOUgh to speak to her, agreed that she was a chatming 7 well educated, refined and sociable. She was noted at the Bar for the eleg@Qce of her toilets, all of which were impo om the East, and when she was seen about the Camp, which was seldom, the miners raised theit hats in profound respect as she passed brjs" st me evening, less than a week; arrival of lifornia Kit amn.. “Wood Dick, Jr., at Bummer’s Bar, Mrs. Hyatt sat alone in the front room of the Hyatt sbaty, Senos at a table, on which burn mp. The front room was used as a parlor, atdwas very prettily furnished. rs. Hyatt was attired in a handsome Wtap- per, and her wealth of sunny hair was %0 be- comingly arranged as to give a most pleasing effect to her fair face. ; Mr. Hyatt was out for the evening, 41 so there was no way to pass the time but tOpore over the pages of a novel that lay before her, So interested was she in the book, that she qiq not hear a knock upon the door until it Wa re- peated a second time. ’ Then she started quickly toher feet. |) © “T wonder who it can be?” she said, half aloud. ‘Some one to see David, no doubt.) —~ She went to the door, unlocked and open jt, Outside she could discern the outlines pf a man’s , but that was about all, for tre night was intensely dark, the sky being ‘yer- cast with black clouds. _ , “Does Mr. Hyatt reside here?’ a deep base voice inquired. 5, od “‘ He does, sir.” : ¢ ‘« And are you Mrs. Hyatt?” “Tam.” t At this the man stepped forward, and pshed past her into the room, saying:’ yee “T would speak with you a moment, madty,” a And without further ceremony, he Sted — himself in a cushioned arm-chair. é ae | ~—_ a
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— | : _ way, how do you like Hyatt, for a change? Mrs. Hyatt closed the door, and turned upon . the intruder indignantly. Sir!” she cried, “‘I do not know you. How dare you intrude upon my jena Al ‘* Because I dare!” was the cool reply, and the man laughed tantalizingly. He was of powerful physique—broad-shoulder- ed and strong-limbed, and could have posed well for a Hercules, In face he was not exactly haridsome, but ordinarily good-looking. His features were bold in cast, his eyes black and piercing, and fore- head broad. : ) His hair, once black and curling, was mixed with gray freely, and he wore a heav M but gracefully trained mustache of deepest black. His attire consisted of a serviceable business suit and soft felt hat,and there was nothing particularly flashy or sportish about his appear- ance, ‘* $0 you don’t know me, eh?” he added. “Tdonot!” . “Sure? Take a good look at me: Don’t my face remind you of some one you once knew?” ‘*T never saw you, sir. You are an intruder, and if you do not leave at once I'll scream for help!” No you won't!” His coolness nettled her, ‘““Why won't I?” ie White with passion and fear, for she now per- ceived that his hand covered a short bull-dog | revolver, Mrs. Hyatt_sunk upon a chair. “Who are you? What do you want?” she gasped. “Tut! tut! not so fast. One question at a time is sufficient. So you don’t know me, eh?” * Didn't I twice assure you to that effect, sir?” Yes! yes! but, you see, you are dead wrong!” I will converse no more with you, sir. If you do not leave my presence at once, I will Scream for help—” ‘“Tf you do, [Pll scream too, and we will bring the whole to here, and, madam, your hus- band—!” “Paul Potter, you dare !” Mrs. Hyatt had arisen quickly to her feet, and drawn herself to her fullest hight, while a light of fury shone from her blue eyes. ‘You dare!” she repeated in a hissing whisper, and her breath came hard and fast. The stranger laughed quietly. ‘““ Ah! you do know me, eh? I thought so.” “Wretch! what brings you here?” “*T desire to look upon the face that once be- longed to me, my dear.” ‘Bah! Is that all?” ‘No, Anna; have you not yet forgiven and forgotten the past? Do you not have some little spark of Jove in your heart for me?” Her lips curled scornfully. ‘* For you!” she replied, sarcastically. ‘‘ No!” “Oh! well. you needn’t be so sassy about it!” And Rawk Potter crossed his right leg over “his win knee, laid his hat beside his chair, and proceeded to light a cigar, as much as to signify that he intended to stay awhile. ‘*No! no! don’t be so sassy about it, Anna,” he went on coolly. ‘‘1t won’t pay you.” ‘* What do you mean?” ‘* Precisely what I say.” *‘Or, in other words, you intimate a threat?” He smiled significantly. ‘* Hardly, my dear—hardly. WhenI threaten rson T generally come out, point-blank.” ie, Hyatt paced to and fro across the room, her face and eyes only too plainly expressing her hatred for this man, ; _“T wish you were dead!” she hissed—‘ do you hear, I wish you were dead!” “T haven't the slightest doubt of that, my dear, You uséd to wish that, twelve and thir- teen years ago, and really your ae powers must have increased in strength, since then, It sounds like old times—” : “Stop!” she cried, stamping her slippered foot on the floor. ‘‘ Do not anger me further, or PU—” “What?” ‘ A did not answer him, at cent and his same old sareastic laugh broke forth. “Well, is top ba ut you, Anna,” he said. ** You ought to have gone into a convent to be- come an angel, when you were born. By 6 “suppose he makes a more model husband than I did eh?” a“ “ a ‘‘He isa very king of men!” she cried, pas- sionately. i ‘pdndeed! Kind of a soft-shelled old turtle, - “Not he’s not! He is a man!” I could. Deadwood Dick Jr. ‘Then, Heaven only knows how you manage to get along with him. You like him better than you did me?” “Tf I didn’t [d killhim. I worship the very ground be walks on!’ Paul Potter gaye vent to a long-drawn whis- e. ‘* Well, now, really, that’s a comforting as- surance to give me!” he said, grimly. ‘‘ How- ever, I’m somewhat stuck on your frankness, Ill swear! But, I'll be dashed if I can understand how you can like an old fossil like Hyatt, in preference to an able-bodied man like me.” ‘*He is not an old fossil!” Mrs. Hyatt cried, walking close to him, and shaking her fist in his face. **He is an honorable, upright gentle- man!” ** And, he’s got an honorable, upright wife!” sneered Potter, “tor, rather, he’s got some one else’s wife, which is all the same, as long as he don’t know it!” ‘‘Curse you, Paul Potter—curse you! Do you dare to say I am not lawfully his wife?” ‘* That's about the size of it, Anna, dear!’ “You lie, you villain, you lie!” **'You shouldn’t say that, Anna, for you know ope are in error, ou know, or at least you ave no doubt heard, that I was brought up un- der a Washingtonian code, and that I always followed the example set by the illustrious George. Sit down, dearest, sit down! Iam not an artist, or a sculptor, and consequently your dramatic posing in front of me is without ef- fect. Sit down!” “*T will not sit down. I hate you, Paul Pot- ter, for I know you have come here to try to break up my happy home. ‘*TListen tome! Fourteen yearsago, to-night, when I was but a child, I married you.” “Correct. You retain dates inmemory, quite well.” ‘*T was then only seventeen years of age. I married you because, as I thought then, I loved you. But, before a year had passed, I was con- scious that I had made a mistake—a bitter, bit- ter, bitter mistake. However, I resolved to keep my secret, and make you as good a wife as We were poor, and yet I did all I could to make you happy. But, all to no use. You evidently knew that my efforts cost me pain. You took to drink, and we quarreled, al- most every day of our lives. At last, after our baby was born, you left mce—deserted me, did you not?” ““T did, Anna, because, as I told you, I knew we were ill-matched. I loved you, but my love was not returned, and I knew our lives would be only one turmoil of cay iness did we live them out together. So I told you to go your way and I'd go mine, but that you must never marry. " And what did you do? Stop! do not inter- rupt me, for I propose to finish the story you have begun. ** After you left me you put our child in a home, and there it died. ou did not even go to see it after it was dead. I did, and prayed over its little body, and thanked God that He had taken it!” Mrs. Hyatt staggered to a seat, and buried her pallid face in her hands. Paul Potter went on, his tone no longer be- traying the malice that had characterized his previous remarks: ‘ “The next I heard of you, you had joined a strolling theatrical party to pay small parts; but, making a failure in this line, you joined a ballet troupe. I managed to keep track of you, and made no effort to screen my whereabouts. You finally got dismissed from this troupe, and was once more ‘on your uppers.’ Then what did you do? **’You had me arrested and hauled into court on the charge of desertion! I refused to support you, and got nine months in prison, where my associates were such estimable gentlemen as murderers, thieves and hardened wretches of every sort. Oh, it was nice—/ine ! _ “When I came out I was pretty well versed in all the criminal sciences, and what honorable sentiments I had when I went in had nearly given me the go-by. ** Years by, and I was searching for you, but without much success, until I succeeded in ripen: | you in Omaha about three years ago. My search ‘and researches, however, had made me another discovery.” Mrs. Hyatt looked up with a quick start. ‘* What?” she demanded, a tigerish gleam en- tering her eyes. “Oh, nothing much—only that you had been married before I married you, and had put your child in a county poor-house, where it remained a number of years. Then it Was bound out, but ® F ry ¢ 4 — i 4 yu r hw & o i. Ar E <7 he 7 ™~ - eS 4 se nd fo - Sn —_ —— ts eS fled the country, and was never heard of after, That’s all.” The mine-owner’s wife drew a breath of evi- dent relief at this. ‘* After I found you were in Omaha I did not take the trouble to visit you, but being well- fixed for cash, I put a detective onrthe case.” ** A detective, sir?” ‘Yes. I found out that David Hyatt was do- ing the gallant toward you, and wanted to discover whether you had any right to receive his attentions or not.” **'You villain!” **No? Why, I thought I was doing a most clever and charitable act! Anyhow, the detec- tive set to work, and traced you back, inch by inch, as it were, occasionally unearthing some suggestive point in your life, until he had traced you down to the day I was jugged. He then made oath to his report, and submitted it to me. I then had the proof that you had not got a divoree from me, nor have you since got one; and so you are not the lawful Mrs. Davi Hyatt, but instead, are the lawful Mrs. Paul Potter!” The visitor then leaned back in his chair and indulged in a seemingly hearty laugh. As for Mrs. Hyatt, she sat upon her chair, and fairly shook, her passion was so intense. ‘* Well?” she hissed, interrogatively. ‘* Well,” Potter went on, ‘‘ knowing you were here, and happening to be in town, I thought I’d drop in and see if you had not got about tired of Hyatt, and would be willing to try your former spouse for awhile!” “No! you wretch! I can never be anything to you, again!” : “You can’t, eh?” ‘* Never—never!” ‘‘ Well, I’m sorry about that. Goin’ to freeze onto eg till he pegs out, eh? Well, maybe that’s all right. When he is dead, you will be well heeled. That will be time ic for me, too. Wonder what the old man would say if he was to catch me here? Ha! ha! ha!” ‘* For God’s sake, Paul Potter, go at once, be- fore you are discovered! Do not come here again. If it’s money you want send a messen- ger, but do not be seen here, again!” ‘“*T don’t know about that,” Potter retorted. husband-in-law of mine. Perhaps I can work him.” walked toward the door. ; Mrs. Hyatt followed him, so as to shut and fasten it. 2 Just before he reached the door, he wheeled suddenly, caught her to his breast, and i “ig one burning kiss after another, upon her ace, And at this juncture, the door opened, and David Hyatt walked into the door! Two days later, Paul Potter was to be seen acting as superintendent of the Lucille mine! What did it mean? CHAPTER IV. THE RACKET AT THE DAISY. THE prize-fight between Big Mouth Mose and California Kit, was to take place at ten o’clock, and The Daisy Saloon began to fill up rapidly shortly after the girl from ‘Frisco had sta for her supper, with the roughest element of the camp. Likewise, this roughe-t element began to fill up, too, on the bad bug-juice which was dis- pensed over Dutch Duff’s bar, at twenty-five cents a drink. Both Dutch Duff and his sleek bartender, Julius, were or busy waiting on these numer- ous patrons, while a burly miner, whose belt bristled with revolvers, had charge of the sale of reserved seats. These seats were planks mounted upon trans- verse stringers, about a foot-and-a-half apart, and for the privilege of sitting-room upon any one of these planks, a charge of five dollars was made. Those who had not the requisite V, were noti- fied that they would have to run their chances of seeing the fun, from the rear of the aforesaid seats. In front of the seats was a stage, about eight by ten feet in size, and it was roped off in regu- lar ring style, ready for business. : As soon as the saloon began to fill wp, Dead- wood Dick made up his mind that it was time to commence business operations. He had been commissioned to speculate for his new acquaint- ance, and he was really so taken up with her that he made up his mind to do what he'co te swell her profits. _ ‘ ' - ra : a oa = — . . "ates a 2 ae ~~ : tO i eee oT -_ ‘*T’m goin’ to try and get acquainted with this Then, the villain arose, put on his hat, and — iat a
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Deadwood Dick Jr. He had mingled but little in the society of th opposite sex of his own age, and therefore it was but natural that he should take a decided liking for this dashing little tough, who had free- ly declared that she rather liked him. He had serious misgivings, however, as to what would be the result of the set-to. It did not seém possible to him that the little Californian could stand up for a moment, before such a heavy weight as Big-Mouth Mose, who, report said. had vanquished the best men who ever set foot in Bummer’s Bar. ‘“ There’s one thing, anyhow,” Dick muttered. ‘‘The giant sha’n’t bruise her badly, if I have to interfere, and run the risk 0’ gettin’ telescoped myself.” After mingling among the crowd for a while, and listening to the expressions of the miners and roughs, he concluded that he would have no difficulty in picking up bets. Everybody who had any money was willing to bet that Mose would knock out the “‘ gal from °F risco ” in one round. So, slipping from the saloon, Dick entered the States Hotel and went to his room. Here he sat down and carefully counted over the roll of bills California Kit had given him. Much to his surprise he found that he was the possessor of twelve bundred dollars, besides the two hundred wager in his pocket. Returning to the Daisy Saloon, he found it packed fuller than before, and Big-Mouth Mose was elbowing his way about, with a roll of bills in his upraised fist. “Hyer I am, ther boss slugger o’ Bummer’s Bar, ready ter bet big odds I knock out ther 7Frisco gal in one round!” he roared. ‘‘ Who wants ter come an’ see me?—whar’s ther galoot? A hundred to twenty-five thet I knock the gal silly.’ Spying an upturned whisky barrel, that had not yet been occupied, Deadwood Dick, Jr:, was onitina jiffy. ‘““Here you go, my friend,” he cried. ‘I’m ready to take a few bets like that and put up the money in the hands of any responsible man in the town.” “ Hooray! you’re my huckleberry then, young feller! - What’s yer name, an’ what’s yer “My name is Carl Clyde, and Ill go five hundred on the girl from ’Frisco at the odds you offer!” “What! five hundred! ag’in’ your five hundred?” ** You bet!” *T ain’t got but a thousand!” growled Mose. ** Hi! boys, who’ll lend me another thousand?” “*T will!” cried a voice,and Paul Potter, the new superintendent of the Lucille mine, pushed forward. ‘‘I’il back you for a thousand pro- vidin’ the money 1s put up in the handsof David Hyatt!” y What d’yer say?” roared Big-Mouth, glaring at Dick. ‘Aire ye goin’ ter flunk?’ ‘‘Nary a flunk,” was the reply. ‘* We don’t do business in that’ way. Let Mr. Hyatt step this way.” The mine-owner, gentleman of culture though he was, always took a live interest in sport- ing matters, and was invariably chosen referee when there was any dispute or cgntest to be de- cided. Of course Deadwood Dick, Jr., knew nothing about him, but when he stepped forward Dick saw that he was a person who could be trusted. So the twenty-five hundred dollars were post- ed in Mr. Hyatt’s hands. This somewhat silenced Big-Mouth Mose, for he had no more money to wager. Dick still retained his position on the barrel, and held the balance of Kit’s money in his That’s two thousan’ asp. Bt Recollect, gents, here is your chance to make or to break!” he cried. ‘‘ ve got a few hundred left, and I want to see it all put up before the fun begins. Right here’s your mut- ton, and if you don’t believe it, all you’ve got to do is come and smell of it. “Seven hundred ‘cold bones’ have I got here to bet that the little beauty from the Golden Gate don’t get knocked out o’ time by your colossus o’ Bummer’s Bar, Is there any galoot that’s got a spare hundred about bis duds?” There was no response, The miners who had money had nearly all made small bets among themselves. And, too, the willingness of Dick to wager so’! stored freely upon the girl held the gamblers and others in check. v? None of them had_yet seen the girl sport, to their knowledge, and were not eager to risk too Aarge sums on an uncertainty. me © in amas He ne ee ee eee a ee ee eae a ee a ee eee Se California Kit might be a modern Hercules, for all they knew. ‘* Hurrah! here’s yer chance!” shouted Dick. ‘* Won’t some one comeand see me? Remember, I don’t want no odds hereafter. An even bet that California Kit knocks Big Mose out o’ time! Walk up, now—where’s the takers? Any s from seven cents to seveu hundred dollars!” “*T'll take your full limit, even!” cried a voice, and a man, evidently a stranger in the camp, pushed forward. He was below medium hight, and so bewhis- kered that only his eyes and nose were visible as parts of his tace. n old slouch hat was crammed down upon his head, and he was enveloped in a huge over- coat that reached to his boot-tops. He carried a rawhide bull-whip in one hand, and had the appearance of a man who had just emigrated from some frigid climate. ‘Yas, Pll go ye, young feller, you bet!” he cried. ‘‘‘My name is Bill Corney, alias Frozen Bill, an’ ef I should git a chill while I am in this shebang jest dose me up good with whisky an’ [ll be all right. Ef ye don’t I’m liable ter shake the roof off the house. Caught the ager from handlin’ a rebcl’s cold feet durin’ the war, an’ had it ever since. How much money d’ye say ye hev, younker?” ** Seven hundred cold bones!” **Cold bones?” ** -Yes—seven hundred dollars.” ‘“ Why didn’t ye say so? Put your money up, me boy, an’ I'll shiver me shirt off ef I don’t jump 167 “Right you are! Here’s my money, Mr. Hyatt!” ‘** Yas, an’ heer’s my money, boss!” The mine-owner received the stakes, and, after counting the money over, announced it to be all right. By this time the crowd began to grow im- -atient at the nonappearance of the girl from Frisco, and Julius was dispatched to hunt her up. At the bar Big-Mouth Mose was putting down glass after glass of whisky—‘‘nerve tonics,” as he called them. ‘*Oh! I'll paralyze her!” he cried grimly. “ T'll do her in one bout!” “See here!” said David Hyatt, stepping for- ward, ‘“‘Is this fight for a purse of money or for points?” “It’s for points, I reckon,” allowed Mose. ‘Et was old Duff, hyer, who got up the funeral, an’ he ain’t said nothin’ ’bout no purse.” ‘‘No! no! Der vas no burse!” declared Duff. ‘*Dese beoples fight yust for der fun of id.” “Indeed! Does this girl come all the way from California, just for the fun of fighting Big- Mouth Mose?” demanded Mr, Hyatt. “Vel, no. Mine partender, Julius, he git her to come. If she lick Mose, she get fifty dollars. Julius says she vas a goot veller mit der gloves.” ‘** And supposing she don’t lick Mose?” ‘Den, she git noddings!”” ‘* This is shameful!” cried Hyatt. ‘The girl has evidently been brought here under false pre- tenses. Whether she can fight or not she shall not go away empty-handed. I'll put up a purse of a hundred dollars. The winner takes it.” ‘*Den, Misder Hyatt, since you vas so liberal, I vill do yoost like you, an’ ve vill make id swet hundred, yust to make der thing oxciting, you know.” The crowd cheered at this, and Big-Mouth Mose looked greatly pleased, for he felt sure he would win, and be money in pocket. The crowd now began to whistle and clap hands, and for several minutes there was a small- sized pandemonium. » Then, there was a wild, ear-splitting yell as California Kit stepped u the stage. There was a curtained dressing-room, on either side of the stage, and she had appeared from one of these, having gained entrance to it by a rear door of the saloon. Julius Jenks followed her upon the stage. “Gentlemen!” he said, when he could make himself heard, ‘‘ I have the honor of presenting to your notice, Miss California Kit, the champion girl boxer of San Francisco, aged only sixteen years, and the winner of over one dozen glove contests, having been defeated—never!” A terrific yell went up, and the din of applause that followed, was deafening. It was several minutes ere order could be re- red. Then, Julius went on: . ‘Miss Kittie wlil spar, this evening, five rounds, Marquis of Queetisberry rules, with Big- Mouth Mose, and will appear as you now see her, using one ounce hard gloves, ‘Prior to her hi set-to with Mr. Moses, and while he is getting ready, she would like to have a friendly "bout. with some one of those present, to-night--- it don’t matter who it is—with soft gloves, jest toa get her hand in. Will some one volunteer?” A grim silence reigned. Not one in the room made answer. “* This is strange!” Julius said. ‘‘ Are all you burly miners afraid of this chit of a child? Shame on you! Miss Kit, do you see any one in. the audience you would like to have a ‘bout with?” “Yes,” was the reply, quickly, ‘‘ that gentle- man over yonder, first, and then, that one!” She pointed first to Deadwood Dick, Jr, and then to the paunchy proprietor of the Daisy— Dutch Duff. CHAPTER V. FUN AND SCIENCE. _ THE surprise of Deadwood Dick can better be imagined than described, when he found him- self singled out to be made a Jaughing stock of at the hands of pretty Kittie Kenyon. He knew literally nothing about the scientific points of the manly art, although he had had fights quite frequently during his boyhood days with lads of his own size. California Kit’s choice was hailed with a shout of delight by the rough audience, and all eyes were turned upon Dick, Jr., as being -the first man chosen to face the little beauty. Aside from the fact that she had put away her high hat, Kit’s appearance was unchanged from what it had been an hour before, and it was evident that it was her intention to engage in the ring combat in the costume she wore. « Dick flushed scarlet as she pointed to him, and quickly turned his head in the direction her fin- ger pointed, pretending that he thought she meant some one else. ae ‘* Oh, I mean you, Mr. Clyde!” she called out... ‘“*-You need not be afraid, nor pretend you don’t. know who I mean, for that won’t work! I won't hurt you—so come along!” “Yes, Mr. Clyde, you cannot well refuse!” added Julius. ‘‘ This is to be only a friendly bout, you know.” Dick well’ knew he must acquiesce, he refuse to stand up before the girl from *Frisco, he would be branded a coward, which was something foreign to his nature. _“ All right!” he sung out, and getting down off the barrel, he pushed his way through the crowd and got upon the stage. ‘*Take off your coat!” Kit laughingly ad- vised. ‘* You can do nothing with that on.” ‘* Why don’t you take yours off, then?” “‘Oh, I don’t have to, you see. I can fight just as well with it on.” * Two pairs of soft boxing-gloves were handed out from one of the dressing-rooms, and Kit assisted Dick to put his on. A merry twinkle in her mischievous eyes warned the young Avenger that she was calcu- lating to have some ripe sport with hit-4. -.—“-— ‘*Tll make her work for what fun she gets anyhow. I'llstand a little thumping just for the sake of the fun there'll be when she gets hold of the Dutchman.” After Dick’s gloves were on, Kit put on her own, and the two faced each other. Julius was to act as master of ceremonies, “Now, then, pitch in!” Kit said, in a low tone, and with a smile. ‘‘When you see a chance, let me have for all you are worth, and if you succeed in knocking me down, I'll give you half of to-night’s profits.” They then began to spar, Dick cautiously, and his opponent carelessly. Yet, despite her evident carelessness, Kit managed to keep him from hitting her, while, every few seconds, she would give a tapon the face—not hard, but just enough to tantalize: m. Finally, when he was least expecting it, she got in a blow on his forehead with force enough to knock him clean off his feet, and he sat dowm on the floor of the stage with a thump that jarred the platform. j A wild chorus of yells and thunderous ap- plause went up frem the audience, When time was called, Dick was on his feet; again, if anything cooler than when he had be- gun, a handsome glow upon his cheeks, “Pry it over and see if ha can do it again,” he said, good-naturedly. “I reckon I must have: been going to sleep.” “Tf so, I evidently awakened you!” Kit: iqughet i y hey went to sparring with more vim, an@ Dick gt showed more science than he had in the t round, and, by a well-planted blow, Should
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Tee eee ln ee |. Cind knocked Kit clean over against the ropes, and she went down! Dick fancied she went down on purpose, but ‘was not certain. The third and last round was a ‘‘dazer” for Dick, for the first blow the girl from ’Frisco aimed at him caught him under the side of the jaw, lifted him clear from the floor, and landed im upon his back. : He quickly regained his feet, only to receive another behind the ear that sent him down, and this time he made no effort to rise. ‘“‘'That’s enough,” he said. ‘‘ !m no hog.” The crowd cheered lustily, and old men and young vied with each other in seeing which could yell the loudest. Coins, nuggets and pouches of gold-dust were hurled upon the stage by excited and enthusi- astic miners, in a way that reminded one of the haleyon days of *49 in California, and again, o on, when Pike’s Peak was the gold-seeker’s ecca. Denacae Dick, Jr., made his bow, and re- tired from the stage with much better grace than could have been expected under the circum- stances. “Dutch Duff will now put on the gloves,” announced Julius, after he had gathered up California Kit’s presents. ‘¢Youwre a liar!” shouted Duff, from the bar. *<T don’d vas put on no gloves vor nopody.” ‘Oh, yes, you will!” replied Julius, who was anxious to see his employer get punched. “‘ You can’t back out, and you the boss of the house, in the bargain! Oh, no! You’ve got to box with California Kit.” “Nix! Not vor Shoseph!” expostulated Duff. “IT vas no brize-fighter, und I know noddings apout dot peesness. You will have to oxcuse e.” a “What d’ye say, boys?’ demanded Julius of the crowd. ‘‘ Shall we excuse him?” ‘‘No, no; make him fight!” ‘« He’s got to fight!” “Tf be don’t fight we'll buy our licker at the Horned Ace saloon!” ‘‘Hurrah! Yes, that’s the ticket!” “You bet! We'll tear this ranch ter pieces ef Duff don’t box wi’ California Kit!” Such, and cries of similar import, went up on nat hand, much to Duff’s alarm and indigna- ion. “Dis vas an oudrage!” he cried, excitedly. ‘*T dells you, shendlemen, I don’d vas know how to box. Ican’t box. I von’t box!” ** Lookee heer, Dutchy!” bellowed Big-Mouth Mose, swaggering up to the bar with a ruffianly leer, he having divested himself of all his cloth- ing but a sleeveless undershirt and his trowsers. -“ Ye know me?” “*Vel, Ishould smile a couple of dimes!” re- sponded Duff. ‘‘ 1 vas know you vor swei dollar visky bill!” ‘You're a liar! Now, lookee heer, old sour- krout barrel, you jest go up there an’ spar wid der gal, or I'll climb over this bar an’ chaw yer left ear off! D’ye heer?” “Yaw! I vas not deef like a plind man!” nervously assented Duff, who was in mortal ter- _ror of the Bummer’s Bar slugger. ““Tsubbose if 1 must, I must, but id vas von oudrage against a private citizen, und if I got kilt, you mark my vord, I haff you all arrested for murdter int der virst degrees.” The crowd cheered, vociferously, as Duff wad- dled forward, fuming with rage, and climbed into the ring. ‘Oh! laugh! sthomp! shump all you blease!” he cried. ‘I don’d care. Id don’d make me mad. I don’d vas care off you laugh your headts off mit hed necks! I pet der vas none of you vould like to be in my blace, yoost der same.” This only served to make the tators roar the louder, of course, and the excitement grew intense. Sai Everybody was on the qui vive to see the girl from Frisco give the Dutchman a good drub- bing. / Rake it cool, Dutchy, and don’t get excited!” lauched Kit, as she adjusted the gloves to Duff's fat hands. ‘1 won't kill you but a couple of times, in the first five minutes, seeing it’s you, and you set ’em up so freely, when I asked for a drink, to-night! you remember.” uff groaned, inwardly. ao “You won't kill me only swei times, eh?” ‘* No more,” “Vel, off you strike me vonce, I vill have you arrested vor ’salt und baddery. I vill stand no foolishness, vatever, und don’t you forgot it.” California Kit finished putting on his gloves, and then put on her own. Now, then, Dutchy, square off, and come at a a Se es eee a eee 4 eee! Deadwood Dick Jr. me!” she cried, striking an attitude, ‘‘and be sure you strike hard, or you won’t hurt me. One! two! three!” ** Ready!” called Julius. Duff had watched the previous set-to with the greatest interest. He had taken notice of Dead- wood Dick Jr.’s tactics of jumping about, and. calculated he must do likewise, so he began hop- ping around in a most comical manner, and swinging his fists through the air, like the fans | of a windmill, in rapid motion. Every once in awhile Kit would get in a neat tap on his nose, that would cause him to give a snort of disgust, but, do his best, he could not get in a telling blow on the girl from ’Frisco. Finally, when his windmill exertions were be- ginning to prove laborious, and the perspiraticn began to ooze from his pores, he paused, his fists clinched tightly, and glared at California Kit with fury expressed in his gaze. “* Py shimminy, I kill you dis time!” he gritted, whereupon he made a terrific rush at her. Had they come in contact with each other, she would certainly have been carried off her feet; but, she stepped quickly aside, neatly put out her foot, and tripped him. The result was as might be supposed. He went crashing forward upon the platform, face downward, and so great was his velocity, in falling, that he slid clear off the stage, and landed over among the foremost of the specta- tors. When he arose, it was at once perceptible that in falling, he had erased the skin from his face in a most shocking Manner, and was certainly in a bad predicament. With howls of pain and rage, he made for be- hind the bar, midst the yells of the crowd. And once more the stage became flooded with a shower of money, gold and trinkets, the gifts ofthe enthusiastic spectators. i Now, gentlemen, if Mr. Big-Mouth Mose will step forward, I will try to do a little better by him than I did by your Teutonic friend!” California Kit announced, as soon as she could make herself heard. ‘‘ Whoop-la! hyer I am!” Big-Mouth cried, ushing his way forward, ‘ You'll find yer ain’t got no baby ter fool with this time, me darling!” : And it certainly looked so when the local bruiser stepped inside the ropes, and his size was compared with that of the girl from ‘Frisco, who appeared but as a child beside him. “Mr. Hyatt, the referee, will please step nearer to the stage, in order that he may have a more uninterrupted view of this contest!” or- dered Julius Jenks. “The contest shall be awarded according to individual merit!” the mine-owner assured. “That’s all we want!” California Kit de clared. ‘‘ To the victor belongs the spoils.” After a few moments, during which Big Mose perfected some swabbing and rubbing prepara- tions for the battle, the two opponents faced. Both wore hard gloves now, and there was a look of resolution in the face of the girl from *Frisco that proved she meant to win if it lay in her power; while the open exhibition of confi- dence in the manner of Mose indicated that he had no idea of losing. What bets, if any, had not already been made, were now rapidly laid, giving Mose big odds. Any sensible person comparing the ill-matched pair, would have deemed it next to arrant reck- lessness to venture any money on the little maid from ’Frisco. At the word from Julius Jenks the antago- nists came to the scratch, and began sparring. Big-Mouth’s longer reach would have seemed to give him the greater advantage, but he did not use it with any success until after Kit had hit him several light, but clever, taps. Then he got in a blow that slightly staggered the Californian, but she quickly returned it, and not only one, but another, and another, in regu- lar tattoo succession. It chanced that, on this particular occasion, the end of Big-Mose’s proboscis was ornamented with a very large boil which had not yet arrived at maturity, and. was of a fiery hue, and gave the big pugilist a most undignified appearance. And each of California Kit’s bows was aimed with such remarkable precision, that the boil caught the full force of them, causing Big-Mouth Mose to recoil and fairly how] with rage. The pain must have been excruciating for the moment, for it caused the ruffian’s eyes to get decidedly watery. e was too game to give up, however, and shed forward with a string of curses, and piled in the sledge-hammer blows in rapid suc- cession, but without any particular effect, for Kit warded them off ina way that showed she a re re | had taken many a careful lesson in the fistic art, or else she was a natural prodigy. Another shower of taps did she land upon that red nose, and that appendage was becoming swollen to double its usual size, and it was not a small nose in its palmiest moments. At last the pain of the bruised boil became so severe that the tough forgot many of his de- fensive tactics, and then California Kit assumed the offensive,’ and rained in the blows upon him in a way that set the crdwd again tog yelling with enthusiasm. Big-Mouth’s eyes began to swell shut, and, | although he tried his best to fight kcr off by vengeful and vicious rushes, she was too light on her feet for him, and dodged about so as to avoid his blows, and at the same time tcc advantage of all his openings. The audience kept up a din of applause, while the bully of Bummer’s Bar swore, in terms more forcible than elegant, at every thump he received. ; Finally he got in a stinging ‘blow upon Kit’s neck, but she retaliated by giving hima hard one between the eyes with the left, and then followed it with a right-hander back of the ear a had the effect to knock Mose clean off his eet. He struck the floor with a crash, and did not offer to rise, as he was too dazed. And he was yet too greggy to stand alone when Julius Jenks called ‘* Time!” Just at this juncture a stentorian voice called out: ‘“‘ Thieves! pickpockets! Guard the door, and let no man escape from the saloon. I have been robbed!” And the speaker was none other than the . owner of the Lucille mine—David Hyatt, Esq. CHAPTER VI. A MOST UNLUCKY STRIKE. As may be supposed, there was a sensation within the Daisy saloon. Although Bummer’s Bar was up to the times in nearly all peculiarities of the flash mining- towns, she had not as yet had cause to complain of the visits of either, road-agents, burglars, or pickpockets—a thing she felt justly proud of. This might or might not be altogether owing to the fact that when the town sprung up a Vigilance Committes had been orgarized,_of. which David Hyatt had been made president, and this committee had bound themselves by an oath to visit immediate destruction to all classes of crooked people who ventured to ply their vocations in the camp, with the single exception of legitimate gamblers, who were required to pay a heavy local license. zamblers were considered legitimate and enterprising citizens, as long as they ren a square game, and when they did not they were given two hours to quit the town, under pen- alty of being lynched. Notices were conspicuously posted along t two approaches to the town warning all evil-— doers that death awaited them in the camp, . and that if they wished to avoid that peculiar “luxury,” they had better take the back trail immediately. Therefore, David Hyatt’s announcement that he had been robbed, created immediate excite- ment. : ‘* Yes, I’ve been robbed,” he declared, search- ing through his pockets, ‘‘not only of what money I held as stakes, but also my own pocket- book, in which I had a thousand-dollar bill!” ‘““Maybe you’ve dropped it?’ suggested a miner. ‘*No, I haven’t, for I took care to place the roll of wagered meney deep down in my pocket, along side of my wallet, and now you can see for yourself that my pants have been ripped, by some sharp instrument, and the money and book are gone ” It was true enough; a slit had been neatly cut in his pants, commencing at the mouth of the pocket, and running downward some six inches, Whoever had done the job, evidently under- stood his business! ‘* Let no man leave the saloon! It won't take long to find out who the robber is!” cried Hyatt. “If we get hold of him, we will make an ex- ample of him, for others to profit by, or I'm # fabrication. Stand to one side of the room, every mother’s son of you!” ; There were a! pair of revolvers in the mine- owners’s hands, and he spoke in a tone calculated to inspire obedience, “Now, then, I want to know who went through me. If he is among this crowd he might as well step right forth and own up for he will be found out, anyhow, as sure’s there's ° gold in Bummer’s Bar. Where is the man, I ~
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® a a le — say?” and his glance swept over the sea of faces searchingly. He was a keen judge of character, and could read a face about as well as the sharpest of phy- sioznomists, But there was no one particular man among the array before him, who looked more guilty Lian his next neighbor. ‘IT reckon if the man was sharp enough to steal the money, without your knowing it, he ‘was smart enough to clear out, before the job was discovered,” spoke up Deadwood Dick Jr. ** Indeed! One would infer, from your words, that you suspect I had some hand in the disa pearance of the money!” Hyatt spoke up, sine dy. ‘© Of course that’s what he means!” chimed in Paul Potter, eying Dick, savagely. ‘If I was you, I wouldn’t take such an insult from the young whelp, friend Hyatt.” ‘** Who's a whelp?” Dick quickly demanded. ‘You are!” was the retort. ‘‘ I don’t like the cut 0’ yer jib, very well, and et’s plain you an’ the gal are a pair of sharps, what’s standin’ in together!” ** That’s nothin’ to do with the money!” broke in David Hyatt. ‘ The most important thing is to find the man who robbed me. I don’t pro- pose to lose a thousand dollars, without I know who’s got it!” ey 4 gt be permitted, I would also sug- est that I am also a loser to the extent of hirty-nine hundred dollars!” cried Dick—*‘or, at least, California Kit is, as it was her money I was betting, and she won. So we are about as much interested in this robbery matter, as you are, friend Hyatt.” “No one said you wasn’t, young man, but you insinuated that I was cognizant of being robbed, while the robbing was taking place.” “ Nothing of the sort, sir. I’ve no more idea that you would stoop to pick a man’s pockets, than I would myself.” ‘**Lookee heer,, boss. May a frozen ager- stri:lson iceberg of "bout my frigid zone, hev a say la this. contention?” 6 Was the muchly bewhiskered individual, Frozen Bill, who put the question. ** Yes; if you have got anything to oy. worth listening to, why say it!” Hyatt responded. ‘* Keerect, boss. ’Tain’t much, nothin’ but a s’picion yer see.” ** Out with it, then, and no parleyin’ about it! Whom do you suspect of having the money?” ‘“Well, you see, when ther young feller, yonder, come off o’ ther stage, I kept an eye onter him, ’eause he looked ter me like er chap as would steal pennies off’m a dead man’s eyes, Don’t yer think he do, boss?” ‘*Go on!” thundered Hyatt, turning a search- Shemlanee on Dick, Junior. ‘‘ It may be you are right. ‘Waal, yer see,” pursued Frozen Bill, ‘‘ yer see’d ther feller as he left ther stage, an’ he ‘come an’ stood close ’longside o’ you for a min- ate. You was so bizzy a-watchin’ the prize fight, that yer didn’t see him, I reckon. Well, after he had stood there a minute, he come away an’ went over to the bar’l, where he’s sittin’ now. That's all. I tho’t mebbe if you’d search him you'd find your boodle.” ‘* What have you to say for yourself?” David Hyatt demanded, gazing at Dick sternly. ‘ Nothing,” was the good-natured reply. “I ‘know no more about the money than you do.” ‘*T don’t know about that. You're rather a suspicious-looking chap, as several have re- marked. Lads like you don’t usually go sporting about, doing nothing for a living, unless they’ve ot some way of getting along that won’t bear investigation. Will you permit me to search bb you? fy} No, sir!” ** Ah! you won’t, eh?” “No, I willnot. Iam no thief, and I won't stand it to be searched like one.” ** We will have to see about that, my fine fel- low. Boys, seize him!” There chanced to be about a dozen Vigilantes - _ close to the barrel So suddenly did they wheel around and upset the barrel on which Dick was seated, that he — not save himself from being pitched to the oor. ' Before he could rise he was pounced upon by the crowd, and in almost less time than it takes to tell it, he was securely bound, hand and foot. Principal among those who had assisted in his capture was Paul Potter, who had, since: his ar- rival in Bummer’s Bar, become identified with Vigilantes more by pushing into the member- ; : “ak than by any request he had received to join “He was one of those cheeky sort of individuals hikes ee Rae crt g ic who always make it a point to work themselves into prominent notice, whether they deserve it or not. ** So we got ye, did we?” he sneered, glaring at Dick, escape,” *“*T had no thought of the kind!” was the re- ply. ‘I simply sought to prevent being in- sulted by a rabble of rowdies, like yourselves!” ‘Hi! D’ye hear that, boys? Do you hear that, Mr. Hyatt? He calis us a rabble of row- dies!” shouted Potter. **So you are!” Dick defied; ‘‘and if I ever get free I'll make some of you hump for this.” ‘Stand aside!” ordered Hyatt, coming up. ‘* [ll soon see if thislad is guilty or not. If he is, we'll make an example of him, to warn others of his sort from trying any of their funny busi- ness around this town.” He quickly and thoroughly searched Dick’s pockets, but only found two hundred dollars, ‘*That’s mine,” Dick said. ‘It’s mine. I wagered it in private with California Kit. Give it to her. She won it.” ‘** Yes, he did,” assented the girl, coming up; ‘*so you let me have it, Mr. Hyatt.” ‘7 shall do as I choose about that, and take my own time about doing it, if you please, miss,” tue mine-owner retorted. ‘‘I mean to have the money I was robbed of, or make some one sweat for it.” ‘** Well, I ain’t got it, so let me go!” cried Dick. ‘** Not so fast, young man—don’t be in a hur- ry. You are altogether too anxious to get away, it strikes me. Boys, search the floor of the room.” This was done, but of course no money was found. ‘*T’ve an idea, boss,” spoke up Frozen Bill. ** This hyer empty barrel hey a bung-hole in one end, an’ he was a-settin’ on the bar’l. Ef how as he stole the money, like ’nuff he stuffed it in- ter the bar’l fer safe-keepin’, till he got a chance to hook it out again.” ** Jest my idea!” chimed in Paul Potter. looks like a feller as would steal away things, an’ hide ’em.” ‘Tl steal you when I get loose!” cried Dick, his eyes flashing fire. “Oh! ye will eh?’ Potter leered. ‘‘ Let’s see you!” and reaching forward, he seized Dick’s nose between his. thumb and forefinger, and gave ita vengeful twig that brought tears to the boy’s eyes. The crowd laughed loudly, but only for a brief instant, for, to their astonishment, they saw California Kit spring forward, and deliver a stinging blow full between the superintendent’s eyes. Small and white though as was her fist, it evidently was made of hard material, and back- ed by plenty of muscle, for Paul Potter stagger- ed back, and fell to the floor from the effects of the blow. ‘* Take that, you ruffian!” California Kit cried. ‘““A man as will abuse a helpless prisoner, de- serves to be killed two or three times every ten minutes,” Potter slowly arose to his feet. There was a glare of hatred in his eyes, as he shook his fist at the girl pugilist. ‘*Ob! never you mind, my dear; I’ll get even with yon vet!” he declared. ‘‘ You'll find Paul ee isn’t the man to be insulted with impu- nity. “Oh! isn’t he? Now, really, I thought he was!” Kit mh 9 with alight laugh. ‘ You go and pull Carl Clyde’s nose again and I'll bet you will change your tune,” Potter evidently had no desire to repeat the offense, for with a gruntof disgust, he turned upon his heel, and walked away. ‘* Break open that barrel!” cried Hyatt, at this juncture, having finished searching Deadwood ick Jr. ‘Ifthe money’s not to be found in it, this young man did not take it, it is likely, as he has none of it about his person.” ‘* Look heer, mine frients, off you preak open dot barrel, you haff to pay for him!” cricd Dutch Duff coming from behind the bar, where he had been engaged in patching up his face with court-plaster. ‘‘ Dot barrel belongs to me, I vants you to understand.” ‘** Lock up yer jaw, Dutchy!” replied a miner, ‘Cor Pll ‘sick’ the gal on ye!” An ax was quickly procured, and the staves of the barrel as quickly smashed in. Then they were sorted apart, and Jo! and be- hold, there lay before those who were crowded around, the wallet of David Hyatt, and the other bundle of money that had been stolen from his pocket. A wild shout went up from the crowd. r., grimly. ‘You thought you'd ** He | ‘¢‘The money! the money!” ‘* Yes, the money,” assented Hyatt, picking it up. ‘Frozen Bill was right, after all. The lad is the thief.” ‘‘T did not take that money—I swear it by all I hold sacred!” cried Dick, sternly. ‘‘ Some one has put up a job on me for a A aol warn and if I am not mistaken, he who calls himself Frozen Bill is the man!” “That’s too thin!” “Yer can’t stuff us wi’ none o’ that!” “That won't work!” ‘* String the cuss up!” “Of course! Don’t give him a show!” Such, and ejaculations of similar import, were beard on either hand. “TI tell you what it is, gents!” cried Paul Potter; ‘‘there ain’t a doubt but what this young cuss picked Hyatt’s pocket and hid the money in the bar’l, just as Frozen Bill suggested. Aw another thing: et’s bin made plain ter ye that this boy an’ gal stand in tergether, ap’ the gal knows as much about the robbery as the boy. Consequently, one’s as guilty as t’other, and they’re as precocious a pair o’ crooks for their age as you’d be apt to find ina year. What dye think, Mr. Hyatt?” ‘**T quite agree with you,” the mine-owner as- sented. ‘By the rules and regulations of this camp, they must be punished. But, guilty or not, we must go about this matter in a proper manner, and so as not to make ourselves amen- able to the law. There can be no doubt but what these young people were conspiring to de- fraud us by stealing the money, and then pro- posing to hold me good for the funds left in my care as stakes; therefore, they shall have a trial before a jury, and if found guilty, sentence will be pas upon them, In behalf of the people of Bummer’s Bar, I will act as prosecuting counsel, ‘** And in this matter of the wagered money, I will bold it until the trialis over. If the pris- oners are acquitted, the stakes go to the young woman, as California Kit fairly knocked Big- Mouth Mose out of time. If the prisoners are found guilty, the funds shall be used toward establishing a lotal jail, where prisoners can be jugged. Are these conditions satisfactory, oyees?” “Hurrah! hurrah!” sounded the response, coming from a dozen throats, “Then, seize and bind the girl!” ordered Hyatt. This was finally done, after a struggle, but not until half a dozen of the gang had received black eyes at the hands of the plucky girl from *Frisco, ‘* Now take the prisoners out upon the plaza, as the trial will at once be had. I will choose the jurors, and then all will be ready, except selecting some good man for a judge!” ‘““Bf et’s a judge yer want, feller-galoots!” cried a stentorian voice, ‘“‘allow me ter inform yer thet ther famous, original, veritable and time-tried Judge Lynch has arriv in town, an’ aire ready ter tender ye his distinguished ser- vices on this momentuous o’casion!” ; And following this speech, an odd-looking specimen of humanity pushed his way forward. CHAPTER VII. HOW DICK AND KIT WERE SENT ADRIFT. THE man who had announced himself as the “original Judge Lynch” was about the bum- miest individual that had ever struck the town of Bummer’s Bar. He was a large-framed man, and, in the ala his life, looked as if he mght have een a man of prodigious physical powers. Now, however, his figure was somewhat bent and his hair and straggling beard were whit- ened with streaks of silver, giving him the appearance of one upward of sixty. His face was thin and deeply furrowed and fiery red in color, and his eyes were bloodshot, and wore a haggard expression. His hair oud beard evidently had not been cut, or seen the use of a brush or comb, for months, the latter being stained with tobacco- juice and shockingly matted together. He wore an old straw hat, minus the crown, a calico shirt ripped almost in shreds, and minus one sleeve, oak a pair of ragged trousers, sup- ported by one greasy suspender. He was al- most barefooted, and out of one of the pockets of his pants protruded the long neck of a bottle. Bummer’s Sar boasted of some tough-looking worshipers of ‘ booze,” but this chap literally ‘knocked them all silly.” ‘Yes, feller galoots, ’'m ther original Judge, an’ don’t yer fergit it!” he exclaimed, as ke paused, with one bony hand resting on the ber, ‘an’ I’m a cock-eyed coyote ef Thev’n’t hed ther , = dy ‘ eae 2 v - ee ee ~~ ———— oy 7 Pm
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____ Deadwood Dick Jr. pee 2 o’ actin’ as chief cook an’ bottle-washer cb ane lynchin’-bees than any man west o’ ther issipp. Et hev bin many a year sence J first acted as judge but since then, I'll be durn- ed fer a donkey ef [ ain’t sed ‘ three’ fer over a _ hundred galoots. An’ so, feller-citizens, ef ye want vor pie-nie ter go Off in first-class style, jest ’p’int me judge o’ ther ceremonies an’ thar won’t be a hitch ner a balk. “I’m Lynch—that’s the Judge, An’ I'm some on ther budge,— I'm narvous, an’ nigh all a-quiver; But I'll send that “ar lad Ter a place Warm and bad,— Judge Lynch’s head- quarters—Salt River!” ‘Hurrah! first rate!” cried Paul Potter. **What der ye say, boyees—shall we ’p’int the tough vet’ran judge on this occasion? Yer can see he’s the stuff!” There was a ringing cry of assent from two- thirds of the men in the room, and they, of course, made up a maajority J udge Lynch waa invited to drink, and did so, and then all hands loft the Daisy Saloon for the laza, r The night was dark, and the heavens wore a threatening shroud of ominous clouds, which predicted a rain; hence it was necessary to call torches and lanterns into requisition, and the Soaps of the mining-camp made an odd tacle as they gathered about the glaring lights to attend the trial. Chairs were brought from the saloons and a semicircle of seats arranged, which were occu- pied by the twelve men whom Hyatt had select- as jurors. Just in front of these were two other seats which were allotted te the pronase, In front of them, with a couple of barrels for tables, Mr. Hyatt and Judge Lynch took their positions, while the crowd made a circle entirely around the scene, holding torches and lanterns above their heads. After taking his stand and clearing his throat, David Hyatt said: ‘Citizens of the mining-camp of Bummer’s Bar, we have before us, as a people—a law-abid- ing and honorable people—a duty to discharge, namely: the trying of two persons, both stran- gers to us, on the charge of conspiracy to rob and defraud. ‘*The names of these persons, as they have been given to us, appear to be Carl Clyde and California Kit, otherwise Kitty Kenyon. “ The first-named is charged with having cut a sht in the pentaloonss of your representative, in such a manner as to lay open the left-hand pocket, and to have extracted from said pocket, feloniously, a wallet containing a one-thousand dollar note, and also a roll of bills, amounting to thirty-nine hundred dollars, which had been given into charge of your representative as and By on a boxing bout between California Kit Big Mose Magoon. “Tt Sppears that both prisoners arrived in pes about the same time, knew each other, and t storgi>-+5 reason that they were here for the purpose of accumulating money, through the irl’s pugilistic accomplishments. They, there- ore, were in collusion, and being so, in one sense, is pretty reasonable assurance that they were likewise in collusion in more senses than one, “The young man was seen, on leaving the stage, to stand close beside me for several min- utes, and then go immediately to the barrel, upon which he perched himself, and in which the money was afterward found. As he must have covered the hole in the barrel, in sitting Fe wig no one else could have slipped the money — ** As your representative felt the money in his pocket but a moment before said Carl Clyde left the stage, it stands to reason that said Carl Clyde stole said money, secreted it, and that he and the girl prize-fighter stood in collusion to Keep said money, and in addition, to attempt to hold your representative responsib ble for its loss, “The laws of this camp, by a popular vote of ube people, are to the effect that any person who be adjudged guilty of stealing, or robbing, — swindling, or of attempting or Cine iring to steal, rob or swindle, shall be pranisbed b y hang- ing. * Therefore, your representative would re- spectful ly refer the case in question to that most honorable judge and jury of this court, for de- cision, praying in the behalf of the people, and honorable loca government, that the verdict be rendered in accordance with the facts stated.” Mr. Hyatt then sat down, and the unprepos- sessing and blear-eyed J udge Lynch arose. ‘Ther prisoners have no counsel, hev they?” he demanded. “No, nor they don’t need any. As judge of the court, you have the questioning power,’ Hyatt replied, with a shrug. ** Carl Clyde arise!” thundered the judge, tragically. Dick arose. His face was well composed, but his gleaming eyes betrayed the indignation repressed within his bosom. ‘* Prisoner at ther bar, is your name Carl Clyde?” demanded the judge. **'No, sir. “ What is it, then?” “Richard Br istol, sir.” **Did ye say ye war Carl Clyde, sence ye hev been in uramer ’s Bar?” ‘*T did. * What for?” ‘* Because I chose to.” “Phew! Did you steal the money?” “No, sir. I did not !’ “Did you ever steal?” ‘* Never!” ‘* How came Mr. Hyatt’s money in the bar’l?” “*T don’t know; I have no idea.” ** Did you stand beside him?” ‘‘ For an instant, I did !” ‘“*Did you rip his breeches down the leg?” **No, sir! I did not!” ‘“Were not you and California Kit in kerlu- sion to git the money, by hook, or crook?—are you not S pards?” ‘‘No, sir. I never mether, before to-night— I never heard of her until to-night.” ‘What is your business?” ‘“‘T have none, just now, except that I’ve been on a prospecting trip, and looking for business,” “Sit down!” Dick obeyed. He had answered the questions with a decision and coolness that surprised nearly every one who heard him. ‘‘ Kittie Kenyon, arise!” ordered the Judge. Kit arose, ‘*What is your name?” ** Kittie Kenyon.’ ‘* Where do you live?” ‘Wherever night overtakes me.” ‘‘ What is your business?” ** Knockin’ out would- be sluggers, an’ ’tendin’ to my own affairs.” This, with a little laugh. ** What do you know about this case?” “‘Nary; and I'll bet Dick didn’t have a finger in stealin’ the money! He’s not that kind of catnip.” “Tid you ever know him, before to-night?” ‘‘ Nixy! no more’n he ever heard ov me,’ ‘“ Who d’ye think did the job?” Kit looked deliberately about, until her gaze fell upon Frozen Bill. “¢T reckon his whiskers, yonder, w’ot calls him- self Frozen Bill, knows about as much as any one,” she declared. ‘What makes you think so?” “Because, he was the first one who seemed to have any idea where the money was,’ “That willdo. Frozen Bill, take the stand.” Frigid William shuffled forward, with a grow] of dis spleasure. ** What do you want of me?” he demanded, ‘‘ What do you know about the robbery?” ** Nothin’!” ‘‘Did you see Richard Bristol standing beside Mister Hyatt?” “Yas, I did; so did others.” “Say yes, sir, to this court!” ‘Yas, sir!’ “ Did’ you see the accused commit the rob- bery?” °* “ce A —no! #9? ** Did you see him put anything in the bar’l?” “* N—o, sir.’ $s How’ came yer to suspect that ther money was in ther bar’l, then?” “Tt jest popped inter my head, sir.” “Did you, at no time, stand near Mr, Hyatt, while ther boxin” was goin’ on?” ** No, sir.’ “ Are you a stranger in camp?” “Yes. I’m frum ’way up in Washington Territory, whar it’s cold enough to freeze a nig- ger, in winter time.” ‘Your name is Frozen Bill?” Yes. That’s ct, you bet!” ** Bill what?” “Buck.” ‘** Very well, Buck; sit down!” Then, turning to the jury, Judge Lynch went on: ‘Gents o’ thes hyer jury, I hev questioned as far as I see fit, an’ I'll be chawed up Wy catty- mounts, and sniggled at by snakes, ef I can see any posertuy convictin’ proof ag’in’ ther pris- oner, Bristol. As fer ther gal, she aire out 0’ the question, an’ I can’t see how ther boy can be convicted jest because he stood beside in a minute, an’ arterward sot on ther bar’ which the money was found, Therefore, galoots o’ ther bench o’ jurisdiction, I adwise e, in consultin’ on a verdict, ter weigh the evidence, same’s ye would nuggets, or Chicager bacon, an’ give ther prisoners ther decent size of a show fer their white alley. When ye yell out ther verdict, [’ll finish up the case, an’ we'll all havea snifter—your treat!” The jurymen were a hardy-looking lot of sons of the mines, whom, be it said to his credit, David Hyatt had not selected from his own staff of employees; therefore, they had nothing to fear from the mine-owner, nor were they un- duly influenced by him. They left their seats, and walked toward the bank of Reese river, which seemed.to surge around the bend with a louder roar, than ever before. In five minutes they returned to their seats, The crowd craned their necks forward, eager to hear the verdict. ‘* Gentlemen o’ ther jury, hev + arrived at a verdict?’ demanded Fudge Lynch ‘Your honor!” said the ‘foreman, rising, ‘‘ we have found the parties guilty !” ‘Then !” nick! cried David Hyatt, rising, “T, as Chief of the Law and Order and Vigi- lance Committee of Bummer’s Bar, do hereby—” * Sit down !” It was Judge Lynch’s voice that made the or- der, and the judge held a glittering ‘‘ six ” in his grip, which was at full cock, and leveled direct- ly at the mine-owner., ‘Down with ye!” yelled the judge. “I’m runnin’ this hyer court, ef ther court knows her- self, an’ ef there’s any sentencin’ ter be did, Pll purty near take keer o’ ther job, myself!” You have nothing to do with it!” roared Hyatt. *« But, I have, tho’. Them prisoners ain’t done nothin’ to deserve lynchin’, an’ they ain’t goin’ ter be lynched, Prisoners at the bar, you have been found guilty, and must be punis 1 ’cord- in’ ter yer crime. Tain’t right ter hang a young pair like yer ‘uns, fer ther first citee, but Pu hev ter stick et on ter you, purty tho’. So I'll sentence yer ter be raft, or Pater a boat, bound hand an’ foot, and sent down ther river, a-kitin’. Ef yer don't get spilt off, ye will be a ‘devil 0 a ways from here, when ye get reskued, an’ ye’r’ warned ef yer ever show muzzle around Bummer’s Bar ag’in, hha be burnt at the stake, reg’lar Injun ash- io we Now, then, I'll leave et ter ther crowd, ef Judge Ly nch ain't give as tough a sentence as ther pair o’ kids deserve, since the boodle’s bin recovered.” All eyes turned instinctively toward Hyatt, to see how he would receive the proposition. He arose and gazed for a moment at the two prisoners, then said: ‘*Men of Bummer’s Bar, Iam satisfied that the sentence imposed by Judge Lynch is sufficiently severe, Let a raft be rigged at once and the prisoners set adrift.” He then turned to de v — of Deadwood Dic au Pa Stop! David Hyatt!” the young Avenger cried. ‘ Before you go, hear me! You ccnsider you are acting justly, but you are not, for neither myself nor California Kit were concern- ed in the robber y. I wish to ask of you one favor. Release Kit and let her gofree. I am not afraid, and will take the trip alone. But, tor God’s sake, do not send her adrift.” “You both go together!” Hyatt returned. coldly and decisively, and then turned away an nd disappeared in the irection of the Daisy Saloon. All was now excitement. The novelty of setting the pr apne se adrift on the roaring and dangerous river, appeared to ap- pease the appetite of the crowd for lynch law, and while some of them stood guard over Dick and Kat, others lent a willing hand toward the hasty construction of a raft, since there was no boat in the camp. ** Do you think we can live thr ough the ordeal, Dick?’ the girl from ’Frisco asked, in a low tone, as the two sat side by side. ‘*‘Doubtful,” Dick replied. ‘The stream is very rough and swift, and I’ve a fear we won't ple able “to get out of this scrape. But if we oe And his teeth went together with a click. ** What then, Dick?” * Vengeance ! ” replied. toughs of this camp th 4 this night's work had — never been done!” art, but the rin x Jr. -» Caused in 16 put onter a “T]] make the te.
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10 Deadwood Dick Jr. ‘*Bravo! And count me in as with you. As we are set adrift, two helpless waifs upon troubled waters, so we will brave together the perils before us.’ , ‘Right you are! I would my hand was free, that I could grasp yours. There’s a dark night before us, full of terrors, but we will be brave, and if we get through safely together, I fancy we will be drawn more closely together than years of ordinary acquaintance could effect.” “True. Iam glad the sentence is what it is for something tells me we will get out all right. i It was lucky Judge Lynch passed the sen- tence. ‘* How so?” ‘* Because he favored us, Ye remember me speakin’ of Old Monte?” “a Yes,” ‘Well, Monte an’ Judge Lynch, are the same.” ‘“The deuce you. say!” “You bet! Monte walked in ter find us in trouble, and he took about the best way 0’ get- tin’ us out, he could think of. He know’d **+wouldn’t be no use tryin’ to rescue us, so ye can see by the sentence that he thinks we can get free, in that way. Oh! Monte’s a brick!” “T should say so. And you're really his daughter, eh?” ‘* Well, no—that is, we only pass off for father and daughter. I met Monte, ’bout a year ago when he was near dead with the ‘ jams,’ and nursed him through an’ we’ve stuck together, ever since.” Rain began to come down, just then, and was immediately accompanied by sharp lightning and heavy thunder. Soon the shouts from the river’s edge an- nounced that the raft was completed. “Keep a stiff u' per lip, now!” Dick encour- aged. ‘‘ We’ve a journey ahead that bids fair to take us close to the portals of death, but we may yet escape, so ce. up courage.” “*T will be brave!” Kit replied. ‘‘ With you for company, I feel sure I shall be safe!” Just then, a crowd of miners came rushing up, headed by Paul Potter. “Yank a-hold of ’em, boys,” Potter. cried. ‘* We'll give ’em a ride on a river that’s worse than Salt river.” Py And the prisoners were seized, bodily, and dragged toward the noisy, rushing stream. The rain was now coming down in torrents, putting out the torches. As for the lightning, it came in long vivid glares, one flash popiay succeeding another, and making the roar and boom ofthe thunder al- most continuous. . The raft had been launched, and was held to the shore by a lariat. It was a hastily built concern, about ten by twelve feet in size and threatened to go to pieces at the least strain. The prisoners were roughly tossed on it, and then with one sweep of his knife, Paul Potter cut the lariat, and away the float went. As it swung out on the wild stream, Dead- wood Dick Jr. was seen standing erect, with one released hand raised on high, brought into startling relief by the lightning’s white glare. ‘“* Beware! men of Bummer’s Bar!” his ring- ing voice was heard to shout—‘ beware, I say, for the curse of the new Deadwood Dick jis upon you and your accursed camp. I shall live for revenge! So tremble, when you see the Sin of the Crimson Crescent!” hen, the raft swept around the bend of the bar, and leaped away out of view, through the darkness of that wild, tempestuous night—a night never to be forgotten by the occupants of the torrent-driven raft. CHAPTER VIII. A SERIES OF ASTONISHERS. Deapwoop Dick, JR., and Kit having been set adrift upon the roaring river, the men of Bummer’s Bar lost no time in getting to shelter, the better share of them seeking their respective homes, A few of course were there whosought out the saloons, but they were the rougher element, to whom almost any shelter was acceptable, At the Daisy Saloon no business was doing. The events of the evening had spoiled the pro- fessional gamblers’ business, and they had given up in disgust until some more propitious occa- sion, | David Hyatt, it appeared, had gone directly home, and those who flocked to the Daisy were mainly ‘ Dutch Duff’s boarders,’ who never had a cent to spend, but who alwnys stood ready to encourage trade for the house, providing it was at some other person’s expense. ““Shendleman!” Duff said, eying the crowd your power?” who ranged themselves along the wall opposite the counter, ‘did you send der young devils avay? ‘We did!” responded the bums, in a chorus. ‘“ Das vas goot!” Duff smiled, helping him- self to a nip of ‘‘ private” bug-juice, which was kept for his individual use. ‘‘Das vas ver goot. Id vas quite vet, mitout in der rain, eh?” ‘* Awful wet!” assented the ‘ boarders,’ with one simultaneous shiver. “Yaw, dot vas so. But, vile id vas wet out- side, das vas der blace vere all peobles shouldt go, who vas dry!” : The ‘boarders,’ however, were blind, as far as to seeing ‘the point of the hint, and retained their positions, sure some one would happen along who would feel disposed to set ’em up. And they hoped not in vain. Frozen Bill and Paul Potter entered two hours later, and the former threw down some money and ordered up the drinks; after which he and Potter took seats at a table, in the rear part of the saloon. Both men looked in rather a disagreeable hu- mor, but Potter’s expression savored most of triumph. ‘* Well, here we are,” Frozen Bill said; grimly, “‘ what do you want?” ‘“‘T want ter have a chat, just as I told ye,” Potter replied, as he lit a cigar. ou don’t seem to recognize me, it seems?” “How should I recognize you, when I know no one this far south?” “Bah! Give us a rest on that! It won't work! Youw’re not from Washington territory, nor nowheres near there.” ** You lie!” : ‘** Look out! Don’t get too tonguey, or I'l give you away!” and Potter showed his teeth in a villainous grin. aA ‘What do you mean?’ Frozen Bill de manded. ‘**T mean that I know Te and your past, from the time you married Alice rag =p, until to- day. Your name is not Frozen Bill, but— Potter here leaned forward, and uttered the name in an undertone. Frozen Bill started violently. * Who the deuce are you?” he growled. ‘* Paul Potter, formerly of Boston.”, ‘* Hal you—” ‘‘Married your wife after you deserted her. Of course it was not a legitimate marriage, but I did not know it until I sounded back into the ast life of Alecia Anna Paulding. Then, I ound that she had previously been married to you, but you had deserted her, and she had put your child in the poor-house.” ‘* We never had a child of our own!” ‘Oh! I'm aware of that. It was understood that the child had been adopted by you. But, in reality, it had been stolen by you, you hoping to make money out of it, as the parent was wealthy. Before you got ready to spring your trap, however, the parent failed, for every cent he was worth, and as it had been supposed his child had been drowned in the Charles river he left Boston for good, and you had the child on your hands. You and your wife had a quar- rel, and you skipped for parts unknown.” Frozen Bill uttered a surly grunt. ““You know too much!” he growled. ‘‘ What else have you been smart enough to learn?” ‘Oh! lots more,” “Well? What of it? What do you want? What do Mees expect?” “Tl tell you: You are a shrewd fellow, and as big a rascal as ever lived, unless I bar myself. You are here for a purpose, Budd Bristol, and that ca has been accomplished.”, ‘Sh! Do not utter that name again! I would not have it known I was ever here for “The wealth of the Niobrara ranch,” inter- rupted Potter. ‘I don’t know about that. The ranch is worth two hundred thousand at the least.” ‘Perhaps. But, go on. What do you mean about accomplishing my p se?” “Why, you accomplished that, when you laid the charge of robbery to young Bristol, and got him sent off down the river. Oh! yousee !ma daisy, Budd! You never knew me until now, but I’ve known you, and have been following up your case out of curiosity for a long time. ou’ve been playing a strong game, and bid fair to win yet. You see, I understand the case from A to Izzard, and—” “You calculate you have me somewhat in ‘**T suppose I have, since you remind me of it, but I should not have thought of mentioning it. No, that ain’t my lay. I know that only a few obstacles stand between you and the owner- ee ee ee ee cS ——K you will try to bleed me?” you were wedded to your child-wife, Alice has she to do with the case?” ship of the Niobrara property. One of them — was your brother’s son, whom you have disposed _ of to-night!” ® ““You think he is effectually disposed of?” Frozen Bill demanded eagerly. ““Most likely. I don’t beheve that raft can live fifteen minutes on Reese river, and the two on board will no doubt be drowned.” ‘*‘T hope so,” was the grim response. ‘‘But another obstacle was your wife, settled her, and she is dead!” ‘‘ Curse you, how do you know?” *¢ Because Ido. I know where the boy buried her.” 5 ‘‘ Then, is there any other obstacle?” “Yes, Byron Bristol.” ‘‘ Bah! If he is alive he will never turn up. No trace can be found of him, although I have had men hunting for him for years,” “'There’s few things so easy to make, as @ mistake,” Potter laughed. ‘‘I, too, have been on the lookout for Byron Bristol, and know that he was alive, and in Shaefer’s Flats, two weeks ago!” “ Then—” “Hold on! Don’t get excited, now. Let me talk. Long excesses in drinking have lost theman - his mind, so that he has forgotten his own name. It may not seem possible, but it’s a fact. His memory is dead, so far as the past is concerned, and he is but a tottering wreck. He is never- theless as sane as you or I, and if he ever over- comes the liquor habit, his memory will no doubt return tohim. I expect him here, any day, now, as he is wandering this way; soit | will be to your interest to remain right here, in | Bummer’s Bar. When he is out of the way, the Niobrara ranch is yours.” “True! And, then, I may naturally suppose You ‘No. DPve nointentions of anything of the © sort, in that direction. I’ve no objections to | telling you, however, that I’m in for making a haul, and want theassistance of a villain of your | fire-proof caliber.” a “ Ah!” $ Frozen Bill appeared considerably relieved. — ‘‘ Well, let’s hear from you. You're evidently | shrewd enough, yourself, so I fail to see what you could want of my assistance.” ‘“‘ Well, two of a kind beat a single, you know, even be it an ace or six-spot. Listen, and I will! give you an outline, or as good a oneas I can. ‘“‘ We will go back to Boston, yehrs ‘ago, wher Anna Paulding!” j ‘*Bah! to the furies with the woman, What | “Steady, now! You shall learn, as we pro- ess, You and Anna were married young. ouhad a position in the employ of a wealthy oung married blood, named Hollis. You were | his valet,” “Well?” ‘Hollis knew nothing in particular about you, not even that you were married, and you went under the assumed name of Joe Ferris?” } “** Correct.” aes af “Well, you staid with Henry Hollis for a while, but finally he caught you under suspicious circumstences, in his private office, and you were summarily bounced. : ‘This sort of treatment, it appears, aroused all the villain in your nature, and partly out of revenge, and partly with a view to Pears. money, you stole Hollis’s little child, and adopte it, for the time being. A dead child was seen floating in Charles river, answering somewhat. to the Hollis child’s description, but the body was not recovered, and the parents fina. ave up search, and mourned their pet as de : ‘““The Joss killed Mrs. Hollis, an ortly afterward, Hollis broke, made an assignment. and left for parts unknown. You quarreled with your wife, and also left; she put_the child in the poor-house, and. a year later, I met and married her, in Providence. A child was born tous, but died, after we parted. She went her way. and I went mine.” oe “Well, well! What are you driving at?” | “You shall see. The Hollis child remained | in the poor-house, and finally, was recognized, by a former nurse; the matter was then investi- gated, and finally, the facts all came out, and made quite a sensation. The nurse got posses- sion of the child, by promising to devote her life to searching for its father, whose where- abouts was unknown. “A search was made for you, and you had to — les skip. Previous to this discovery of the child’s identity, Anna had me jugged for desertion. — When I got out, I learned all about her previous — marriage, and when the child’s case was made
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public, I resolved to kee track of the case, and um, and in falling, came within an ace of being ) have ever since, and also of in and Alice, be- lieving some day I would strike a bonanza. It was in this way I came to know so much about your other matters.” “** But about the child?” ; ‘‘Well, armed with proofs of the child’s iden- tity, Phyllis Penrose, the nurse, with her child, wandered far and wide in search of Henry Hol- lis. Heaven only knows where they did not go. Finally, when the girl was twelve years old, Phyllis, who was a saving woman, and had amassed some money, put her protegee in a semi- nary in ’Frisco to educated, and continued her search alone. $ ’ “The girl only remained in school two years, then ran away, and was lost all track of. Even Phyllis could not find her; but she kept patiently ” on, and— Here Potter paused. - Deadwood Dick Jr. pitched into the foaming torrent. He caught himself in the nick of time, how- ever, and dropped on the, middle of the raft, close beside California Kit. Me then found that the bonds encircling his wrists were loosening by stretching and straining, so that it took him but a minute to free his hands. At once he drew a knife from his pocket and cut the bonds about his feet, and quickly freed Kit’s bonds. Both were free! ‘‘There! We've at least so much advantage,” he said. ‘*'Yes, and if worst comes to worst, we'll go down together, Dick!” she said, encircling his waist with her arm. ‘* Right. you are!” he replied. ‘‘Tll not de- sert you, even to save myself, Kittie. But, let’s not think of giving up the ghost yet awhile, for our craft behaves herself quite well. The only ii = move to see what ailed her, so exhausted was Be, They had got ashore on the same side of the stream that Bummer’s Bar was located on, and were now in the narrow stage-trail. At last Dick got his breath, and crawled over to Kit. ‘*My God! she is cold and motionless!” he gasped, ‘‘and has no pulse. No, nor dots her heart beat. Oh, Kit! Kit! have I lost you, too? He waited until a lightning flash gave him a chance to examine her, for the darkness was in- tense. The flash—a long, vivid glare—soon came, and he made the discovery of a slight bruise upon her temple, not enough to abrade the skin “ still, perhaps, a blow hard enough to kill er. There was also a wound on the top of her head “Go on!” Frozen Bill cried, excitedly. ‘‘I | trouble to be feared, I think, is in rounding | which was bleeding freely. am interested.’ some of the bends. The raft may then go crash- ‘*Great Father! she is dead!” Dick cried, kiss- “* Are you?” ing against some of the rocks. However, let us | ing the white but beautiful face, with tears run- “You bet! Much you have told me is news.” | hope for the best.” ning down his cheeks, ‘And I have now two ‘Indeed! Well, Phyllis Penrose arrived in Bummer’s Bar by stage to-night.” “Phew!” ‘TJ tell you, I’m hot on a trail. And if I am not mistaken, her former protegee, Rolla Hollis, came in on the same stage, and is now enjoying a voyage down Reese river, in company with Richard Bristol, alias Deadwood Dick Jr.” “Good God! Not California Kit?” **You bet!” é ‘““What makes you think so?” “ A discovery. In dragging the girl to the raft, her sleeve became pulled above her elbow, exposing ber bare arm. As she lay upon the ratt, her sleeve still remained up. As the raft moved off, I was close to the water’s edge. You remember the vivid flash of lightning. My gaze went then intuitively to the girl's bare arm. and what do you suppose I saw?” ‘How should 1 know?” : “T saw a crimson crescent upon that arm, of about the size a quarter-dollar would cover— saw it as plain as I see you now.” ‘Ha! and the boy bade us beware of the sign of the Crimson Crescent!” “Yes; but 1 hold that as a coincidence; he, too, may know of the mark, and used it as his o they clung together, and were borne on, on through the terrible night, which seemed to them more like some hideous nightmare than stern reality. The rain poured down in steady drenching tor- rents, and the lightning flashed luridly, making a weird and awe-inspiring display, answered by the thunder crash and boom. The thunder and the river, indeed, seemed trying to outdo each other in adding to the din. The raft kept nearly to the middle of the stream, but rocked and pitched, fearfully, and the ropes that held the thing together. threaten- ed to part at any moment under the strain. On! on! on! flew the raft, upon the bosom of the torrent, which seemed to gather volume and increased speed at every rod of its noisy course between the frowning mountain walls. Kit!” Dick said, as the girl clung to him, “this raft ain’t going to hold together long. The ropes are giving way, I think.” “Oh! Dick!” ‘“‘T hate to alarm you, my friend, but there is no use of concealing the truth. There is no tel- ling what minute we may be buried in the seeth- ing waters, and be rudely 1 per us be prepared. When this raft goes to pieces So let, debts of vengeance to settle instead of one. Ay! and no time must be lost. *Tis less than an hour since I left Bummer’s Bar, and they will not. expeet me back. But Dll go back, send Old Monte to watch over the girl, and strike my first blow to-night!” Raising the limp form in his arms, he set out at a rapid stride toward the camp. A nalf-hour’s rapid walk and he was upon the’ bar. ; There were but few lights burning, as he skulked through the camp to the rear of the bar, where there were many acres of land not yet. built up. It was still raining, and no one was abroad. He at length found a tool-house, near the ore- mill, which was open. There he tenderly laid poor Kittie upon a bench, and after kissing her cold lips repeatedly, took his departure. ‘* Now, then, for vengeance!” he cried, as he strode toward the Daisy Saloon. ‘ They shalt know before they sleep to-night—these men of Bummer’s Bar—that the boy they started on the route to destruction bas switched off and re~ turned—that the junior Deadwood Dick is even as revengeful of injury as was his undaunted. redecessor, Ha! ha! David Hyatt, you could emblem. But the crescent has a far greater | we may both be drowned, or only one of us, or | have saved us but you wouldn't. Why net take significance.” again, mayhap neither of us. In either case, | you for my first victim, and then follow with “What? Ha! Iremember!” and Budd Bris- | Kit, remember that you have won the love of | Paul Potter and Frozen Bill? By that time the tol sprung to his feet excitedly. ‘Upon the arm of Henry Hollis’s child was a birth-mark in the sage of a vivid crimson crescent!” ‘Just so! ‘Good Heaven! Then there can be no doubt but what the girl boxer is really Hollis’s child!” “Or was, rather, for Pve misgivings she is drowned ere this. If so,all my long trail of Searching and scheming is baffled, when I had begun to hope I was on the road to a fortune.” How do you mean?” “Tl explain. It has been only a few months _Kigrethat I discovered the whereabouts of Hen- ry Hollis.” “The deuce you say!” : 2 No; ag Hollis.” ere ‘* Right here in Bummer’s Bar,” ‘Great Julius Cesar!” ¥ x a rime | Hollis.” : till poor ‘“‘Nixee. Worth half a million, if a cent. Fone him to-night.” ae o# “Tsay you did. The man called David Hy- att and Henry Hollis, formerly of Boston, are one and the same person,” Frozen Bill fairly gasped with astonishment, and ran his fingers through his hair. ‘‘ By thunder! I believe you are right,” he id. oT know I am right!” Potter replied, confi- dently. ‘‘I have satisfied myself beyond a doubt on that point. And now, can you stand another astonisher?” “Yes; fling ahead.” in : ‘Well, sir, Hyatt, or Hollis, is married, and is wife is Mrs. Alice Anna Paulding-Bristol- ‘Potter-Hollis!” ve CHAPTER IX. A NIGHT OF TERROR. Away down the canyon, as the furious river ran between the mighty mountain walls, tore the frail raft that was the only thing between the two prisoners and a watery grave. ; As the raft. swept around the bend with a sudden lurch, immediately after Deadwood Dick Bristol! Strange fate, and stranger cir- cumstances have thrown us together, and this has caused a stronger feeling to take root in my heart, than merely ordinary friendship.” “Oh! Dick, I am so glad to hear you say those words, for you utter my own feelings, be- lieve me! I love you, and here, midst all this eril, 1 am only too glad to tell you so. Oh! Dick’! Dick! if we could only escape!” And she threw her arms impulsively about his neck, and their lips met in the first kiss of love’s young dream. For a moment neither spoke; then Dick said: ‘If we both escape, my little love, we may still become separated in this gloom. If you es- cape, go back to Bummer’s Bar, and rejoin your friend Monte. If I escape, I will then know where to look for you. If Ido not escape, and you never see me again—” ‘‘T will avenge you!” Kit cried, earnestly, ‘‘and your words to the men of Bummer’s Bar to-night shall be fulfilled.” ‘“Bravo! And should I escape, and you not, I will avenge you, my darling, and make the name of the New Deadwood Dick such a terror in the camp, that every man will quake with very fear, when he hears it. To this I swear, and seal the oath with a kiss!” And, as he suited action to the word, there came a fearful crash of thunder; there was a grinding noise under the raft; the timbers sud- denly parted, letting the young lovers into the foaming vortex of angry waters. As they went down, Dick’s left arm was clasped about Kittie’s waist, and when they came up, they were struck and thumped with the de- bris of the wreck. Nerved to desperation, however, Dick struck out manfully for the shore, pushing aside tim- bers and propelling himself with his right arm. By superhuman exertion he managed to keep his and Kit’s head above water, and at last his hand touched shore, and grasping the rocky edge, he found he could touch botto It was not until he was nearly strangled that he succeeded in getting Kit upon land, for she was now ‘limp and apparently lifeless; then he drew himself out of the water. / people will tremble at the Sign of the Crimsom — Crescent, I think! CHAPTER X. _THE TWO FATHERS’ REVELATIONS, THE announcement of Paul Potter, caused Frozen Bill, alias Budd Bristol, even more as~ tonishment than had the previous revelations, ‘* She here, and married to Henry Hollis?” he nape nig ‘““Why, that seems hardly credi- e,” “Tt’s a fact, just as hard, and don’t you for- etit. I know it to be so, for I have personally interviewed her ladyship. You see, Hollis, or Hyatt as we will call him, met her in Omaha, before he came here, and she played her cards. so nicely that he married her. I knew of the affair at the time, but they disappeared, and I didn’t get track of them until quite recently.” “Then, you came here?” ~ YOR. made bold to call upon her. She wasn’t over glad to see me, you know, but FE didn’t care so much about that. We talked over old times, and finally, as I was about to depart, I ventured to snatch a kiss or two,” and Potter laughed. “You rogue!” chuckled Bristol. begin to admire you.” “T thought you would, as our acquaintance ripened. There is nothing one-horse about me. But, I haven't told you the best of it. Just as I was snatching the kisses, you know, who should pop in but Hyatt, himself. Ha! ha! ha!” ; ‘*The deuce! Dll bet he was thunderstruck!” ‘“*T should say so. He demanded to know what was the meaning of it, and Anna’s ready | wit got me out of it.” ‘ “ How?” \ “Oh! easy enough. You see, when Hyatt met, her she still bore my name. Luck, you © bet! Well, she just turned around, and told Davy that I was her brother, Paul, just from the city of Chicago, and had come West to get. work. The old man didn't believe it until I showed him some letters that had been sent to. me in Chicago, a month before. Then he ac- cepted the situation for all it was worth, and — made me welcome. ‘**Really I Dick, Jr., had uttered his curse upon the camp, | As great as was his anxiety about the girl, he ‘“ Anna buzzed him to give me ‘employment, rh the young Avenger was jerked off his equilibri- | was obliged to rest a moment before he could ! and, although I really didn’t need work, he — ; ) * “ a ’ isi hy oe " . ake: P pig a ere, , = - aa <a ~~
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’ ¥ gave me a job as superintendent of work in the mine.” ‘“* Well?” ** Well, now that you know so much, I want you to join me in making a big haul. If we win, you get half. If not, we can skip,” ““ How do you propose to work it?” ‘‘ Well, you see, I’ve learned that Hyatt has got a quarter of a million in clean cash, but Tien been able to find out where it is, though I am satisfied it is in this camp.” ** Doesn’t Anna know?” “Yes, but don’t think she’d give it away. She worships Hyatt, and he appears to think a good bit of her.” yn e ‘¢ Worships him, ‘But, she might be worked, under threat of ee Yes. ” exposure.” “True. But we shall bleed Hyatt, first, on the girl question, We can work a big boodle out of him, I reckon, Now, then, having done that, Anna will disgorge, handsomely, before she will risk exposure.” ‘*'You bet. a! ha! we will make Hyatt’s fortune look sick, eh, before we are through with this business.” “JT should. smile! It’s a pity about losing the girl, as, if we could get nold of her, we could get more money ovtof Hyatt. But, you may bet that’s all knocked in the head, for that raft could pot live for a mile, on Reese river, and the two prisoners are doomed, long ere this.” _ ** T hope the boy is, anyhow. Curse it, I have feared him, and hunted him, ever since his mo- ther ran away, and joined him. We chased them for a whole day, but they finally eluded ** It's lucky you came here, in disguise, for the kid would have killed you, at sight.” ‘* How did you know me?” ‘‘T knew you were coming here—it matters not how. I dropped to you, when you_sug- gested it was Dick who stole the money. I saw you pick Hyatt’s pocket, and slip the money into the barrel.” ‘*T beli you lie.” “Not a bit of it. Now, we've talked lon enough here; let’s go to my room in the hote and spend the remaining portion of the night in perfecting our plans of operation!” —~** All right. o'll have a drink first.”’ They arose from the tableand went to the bar. » They had been sitting close to a window, from which a pane of glass was wanting. This win- dow looked out upon the vacant lot at one side -of the saloon. ! As they left the table, a man outside skulked away, with a low chuckle. He had been both watching and listening—for the conspirators had not talked below an ordi- nary pitch of voice. When David Hyatt turned away from the scene of the trial of Deadwood Dick Jr., and California Kit, it was with no feeling that he had done wrong, in not making an attempt to save the prisoners. : He was a man who detested a thief, above all other classes of criminals, and he felt convinced that it had been Dick who had robbed him, and that California Kit knew all about the aifair; hence he argued that it was no more than right that they should be punished. He went to his cabin, and found that his wife had retired for the night; so he turned up the light, and sat down in the front room, and lis- tened to the howling of the storm, without. He tried to direct his thoughts to business, but could not. His mind would, in spite of all his efforts, wander back to the roaring river, and the two human beings whom he had consigned to its mercy. — ‘*God in heaven!” he gasped, as he arose and paced the floor, ‘‘ why cannot I get that matter off my mind? Itseems to haunt me like some grim phantom, ; * The boy may not have been guilty, after all, andif not, Latn responsible for two lives, I ' wish, now that I come to think of it, I had heeded the 1ad’s request, and spared the girl.” Thought gave him no ease, and as the wind moaned round the house, dashing the torrents of rain against the window-panes, and the thunder rolled and lightning hissed, he nearly grew dis- . tracted, ‘ | ‘*] can’t stand this,” he muttered, after he had paced to and fro for some time, ‘It seems as if I had committed some terrible crime, and a feeling of guilt comes overme, What have I done—consigned two human besngp to a watery grave: Good God! what have I done? The ‘past rushes back upon me, with sickening effect. fancy I see my own child drowning in the Deadwood Dick Jr. river—she whom I have so long mourned as dead! ‘* What brings to me this strange thought? Can there be a possibility that—that—” He covered his face with his hands, to shut out a vision too terrible to bear, He paced the floor rapidly, but could not dis- pel the haunting thought—what if it should turn out that California Kit was his long-lost daughter, and he had consigned her to a watery grave? : The more his mind dwelt upon the matter, the more excited he grew, and he finally seized his hat and went forth into the pouring night, with- out any vague idea of where he was going. Involuntarily, however, he made his way to the Daisy Saloon, and entered, a strange glare in . his eyes, as if he were eager fora fight with some one of those who were lounging about the room, As he entered, the majority of the habitues were gathered about a long settee that stood at one side of the room, and to which no less a per- sonage than the self-styled Judge Lynch was securely strapped, in a reclining position. There was a wild light of insanity burning in the tramp’s eyes, and his disheveled hair and haggard face gave him a terrible appearance. He gnasbed his teeth with rage, and his hands opened and shut convulsively, while a white froth gathered upon his lips. ‘** Let me up!” he fairly shrieked—*‘ let me up, I tell ye, or by the gods I'll cut your hearts out, and trample them in under foot! Release me, ye accursed wretches, till I hunt down my bit- ter foe, for 1 know he is here in this very build- ing, and I'll have his life’s blood for the wrongs he did me. Oh! curse ye! curse ye all!’"T see it all now, when it is too late—when it is too late! My poor boyee—my poor long-lost boy hev gone down the river to destruction, an’ who sent him there? It wasn’t me, his father—no! no! no! Et war you coyotes who live here in ther town o’ Bummer’s Bar. You sent my two babies to death, and I shall hold you responsible. And you, David Hyatt, war the chief cause 0’ their death—ay! you! you! you!” And here the man uttered shriek after shriek, and tried with almost superhuman efforts to burst asunder the cords that bound him. But care had been taken to secure him firmly, and all his efforts were unavailing. ‘* What is the matter of him?” fiyatt demand- ed, uneasily. **- Ye see, boss, et’s a case 0’ the trimbles, I al- low,” replied a miner, ‘He got tuk wi’ a fit a bit ago, an’ went to cavortin’ around so dan- erous thet we had terrope him, Yender’s Big- outh Mose, a-lyin’ under the table as stiff an’ stark as er dead herrin’, Et war the Jedge, heer, who friz onter Mose’s thrut till he had choked the life clean out o’ him. An’ he war a-comin’ fer ther rest 0’ us, only thet we lassoed him, and roped him, as you see.” “His is evidently a bad case,” Hyatt said, half pityingly. ‘‘ He isanalcoholic wreck, and it is the lack of drink that makes him so violent now. I fancy if he had a few drinks he would straighten up.” ‘‘That’s just what I’ve been tellin’ the boys, bo s. Shell I fetch some o’ the bug?” ‘*“Yes. The poor devil is evidently a hard sufferer, and I feel inclined to do what I can for him, as | fancy that, perhaps, he may be able to give me some information I want.” ‘* But, boss, he’s killed Big-Mouth Mose,” in- bag! ose another miner, Hyatt shrugged his shoulders, ‘*Small loss to the camp,” he allowed, ‘ be- sides, this poor devil is crazy, and not respon- sible for his actions. Bring the liquor, Pll pay for it!” A brimming glass of whisky was procured and placed to Judge Lynch’s parched lips. He gulped it down with a gusto that showed how much he was suffering for the want of stimu- lant, As the effect of the liquor went coursing through his veins, he grew less and less wild and crazy, and by the time he had gulped a second glass the immediate signs ot alcoholic mania had disappeared. kL ~~ you feel better now?” David Hyatt “Yes! yes!” was the slow response. ‘‘ They’ve gone — the demons—but they will come back again, soon, unless I have liquor. But let me ‘o—set me free, for I must go in search of my y—my brave, handsome boy! Set me free, I say, till I search for him.” ‘* How do you mean? Whois your boy—not the young dare-devil who robbed me?” ‘He did not rob you! It was,not him, but his enemy and my enemy, who was present in * Fo v the room to-night. I heard his voice, and then my memory, which has long been clouded, came slowly back. But not until] it was too late—not until my precious boy had been sent to destruc- tion, in tg ge with my ward, Kittie. Ha! set me free, I say, until 1 go in search of them!” “Tt will be useless for you to search for them, for it cannot be but what they are drowned long ere this,” Hyatt said, sadly. *‘ But, you speak of the girl as your ward. Have you two been traveling together?” ‘*For about a year, She found me dying in the mountains and nursed me back to life, and since that time we have wandered about to- gether. She was asa daughter to me, and for a year has been searching for a friend whom she had lost all track of. But my boy—my boy! Great God! can it be that, after all these years of my wandering, I have found him only to lose him again? No, no! He still lives, and I must find him—I must find him, and together we will unite in striking down the infernal villain who has been the cause of my ruin, body and soul! He is in this very camp, for I heard his voice to-night, even though he did not recognize me. Release me, I say, for I must find my boy!” ‘“* Poor fellow!” Hyatt said, pityingly. ‘‘ Your mind is evidently wandering again. You must remain quiet for the present.” “No, no! T must not. My mind is not wan- dering, but is now as clear as your own. The memory of the past has at last returned to me, after all these yedrs, and I see plainly my line of duty. 1 must find my boy, for something tells me he is not dead, but is searching for his misguided and Cain-cursed father. For the love of God, do not detain me longer, but let me o! ‘You speak like one who had known better days, sir.” “Ay! sir, I was once comparatively a rich man, but drink conquered me, and was the curse of my life; then something happened that sun- dered me from those who were dear tome, and I became a wanderer upon the face of the earth.” ‘“But, what assurance have you that the young fellow who was sent dewn the river is your son?” - ‘“Did he not state that his name was Richard ristol?” ‘“*T believe he did, although he first called him- self Car] Clyde.” ‘Well, Richard Bristol was the name of the infant son, whom I left in Nebraska years ago, and there can be no doubt but what this young man is my own son, My very heart tells me so and also that he did not perish in the river to- nght.” **T begin to hope that neither the gir] nor boy perished, but I fear it is hoping against hope,” avid Hyatt said, candidly. ‘I will release ro now, if you will accompany me to my ome, and accept of some refreshments and bet- ter clothing. iN be at liberty to do so, Will you accompany me?’ “T will, with pleasure.” Accordingly, Byron Bristol was released, and accompanied the mine-owner from the saloon, and to his cabin. Here Hyatt set out some better liquor than was dispensed at the Daisy, and also some eat- ables, which Bristo] did full justice to, and after-. pare seemed a good deal refreshed and recupe- rated. He was next supplied with an equipment of more suitable attire from Hyatt’s own ward-. hee and the change in his appearance was striking. “Now, then,” Hyatt said, seating himself near his new guest. ‘*I want you to answer me a few questions, for they concern me much, and I have become impressed that you can throw some light upon the subject.” “T will gladly give you any information in my power, sir. About what is it you wish to. inquire?” s ; “* About the girl, California Kit. Tell me all you know about her.” a “That is not very much, As I told you, w ran across each other, about a year ago, an she nursed me over a siege of the ‘jams,) and since that time we have roved about, frcm camp to camp, where the girl has given spar- ring exhibitions, and I have managed to eke out a living at the monte game.” ‘*Where did the girl acquire the pugilistic art?” ‘In Frisco, I believe, at school. She was so clever at using her fists that she ran away from school, in order to search after her former com- panion, an elderly spinster, who had reared her — hen, if you wish to go, Yeu will
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Deadwood Dick Jr. from infancy; but, despite all her search, she has never since leaving school been able to get on track of the spinster up to date.” “Indeed! Has she no idea as to what has be- come of her?” ‘No more than that this spinster’s life, for years past, has been devoted to searching for a person who had disappeared years ago, and be- come lost to the identification of those who had formerly known him.” “Ha! This person’s name?” : ‘‘ That I do not know, more than that he is the father of the girl, California Kit.” ‘ aoe Hyatt sprung to his feet, greatly ex- cited, ‘* By Heaven! I have not been in error then, after all, for the impression that came upon me after those two young people were set adrift, bids fair to become realized, Speak! quick—do you know the name of this spinster, who was formerly California Kit's chaperon?” “Yes. I never forgot it, after Kit once told me, for it struck me as being an odd one, or at least one not often met with. It was Phyllis Penrose!” ; David Hyatt reeled back, as if shot. ; ‘Phyllis Penrose?” he echoed, turning white with pallor. ‘‘Then, my God, I too am a suf- ferer by this accursed night’s work, for the girl upon the raft with your son, was my long-lost daughter! Tell me, did you ever see a birth- mark on her arm?” z “Ay! I have been shown it many a time. It was a vividly plain crimson crescent!” Byron Bristol replied. CHAPTER XI. CAGING THE BIRD. Wuen Paul Potter and Frozen Bill, or Budd Bris- tol, went up-stairs to the former's room over the Daisy saloon, they held a consultation that lasted nearly an hour, in which time they plotted and counterplotted together, until they had pretty well Perfected their villainous plans of operation. They had every reason to believe they were in a fair way of extorting large sums of money both from David Hyatt and his wife—from the latter, at least, by threats of exposure. en they came down-stairs David Hyatt had just left the saloon, accompanied by Byron Bristol, and the subject of the incidents of the preceding few minutes was upou every tongue, for the miners as a rule regarded it as exceeding stfange that the mine-owner should have taken such an interest in the vagabond : _ Therefore, Potter and Budd Bristol were speedily in possession of the full particulars of what had assed, and the latter heard the news of his wronged ; rother’s arrival in the camp with a savage gleam in MS eyes, > Let's get out of here, where we can talk this matter over in safety!” he growled. ‘Something must be done at once.” “Yes“1 should say so!” Potter agreed. “This tramp is no doubt your brother, and he is more than likely the same vag who has been trampin’ around the country with California Kit, for she had some such a companion doggin’ her around when I heard of her being at Shaefer’s Flats.”’ “Just so. And he may know about the girl’s his- tory and blab it to Hyatt, which will knock our plans in "he head.” ‘Or gourse, your brother must be put out of the : —eeuti tons t Sc 4 ay. This jis demanded both for your individual and fcr our mutual interests, But how shall it be worked? Hyatt has got him in tow for the present, and we shall not be able to get at him, I’m afraid.’’* Budd Bristol did not immediately reply. They had left the saloon and were walking slowly along through the still warring elements of the drenching night, their footsteps taking them toward the tool-house where Deadwood Diek, Junior, had = the, as he supposed, liteless body of California ‘I wish I knew if the boy was really drowned,” Bristol said, at last. “I’ve got a sort’ o’ misgiving that he ain't, and will give me a dig in the back when Tain’t expectin’ it. He's a vengeful young whelp, ain’t none too good to do it,’ “Pshaw! You ain’t gittin’ cowardly, I hope?” Potter growled. “If you are, we might as well throw up the job an’ done wi’ it.” “No, I’m not gettin’ cowardly,” the other re- torted, ‘Only ’tain’t a very pleasant, thing—this not knowing what minute may be your last. Here, let’s turn into this tool-house out of the wet.” They did so, and groping about in the dense gloom, 800n found seats on some nail-kegs. — “The boy's miles from here, floatin’ in the river, I'll guarantee!’ Potter allowed; ‘‘and the girl, too, without a doubt. It’s a cussed unfortunate thing she was not kept off the raft. If I'd been positive as to her identity, I'd 'a’ kept her off, too. As it is, our only show is to work the money out o’ Henry Hollis on the strength of promises, if we can. I’ve some doubts about the matter.” “Thaven’t. He'd be crazy to get some tidings of the kid, and will dough over liberal in advance. or else he won't see the gal,’ with a dry laugh. “Our lay-out is to work Alecia Anna, first, and make her disgorge, which we can do without doubt. She is wer, and as she thinks so much of her fair y, nour new husband and his fortune, she won't be apt to "st give him up just to save a little’sum of his collateral, you bet! You leave her to me, and I'll work what money away from her that’s worth working.” ***Sh! listen!’ Budd Bri_tol said, warningly. “What for?” ‘“*T thought I heard a groan!” *“Pooh! It was only the wind. I believe you are getting to be a coward, after all.” **Nonsense. I am sure I heard the moanof a human voice. Listen a few minutes anyhow.” Tney did so, Outside the storm still raged around the frail building, but the lightning and thunder had pretty nearly abated. “Ha! there—did you hear it?” Bristol exclaimed. a moment later. ‘lt was a moan, and there is some one A ther shebang. Elev ye gota match?” te) “Never mind, for I’ve got one.” He felt around until he found a dry spot, for the shed was leaking badly, and then struck alight. Then simultaneous cries burst from the lips of the ruffians as they beheld California Kit lying upon a bench, in an apparent state of insensibility, al- though she showed some signs of recovering con- sciousness, ‘*The girl! the girl!” cried Paul Potter. “True as thunder!” coincided Bristol. ‘How in the name of common sense did she come to be here, though?” ** No doubt she was rescued by Deadwood Dick, Jr., and brought here, either for dead or to recover con- sciousness. If such is the case, the young whelp may be back here at any minute, and it’s high time we were getting out.” “Ha! who’s gettin’ cowardly now?” sneered Bris- tol. ‘‘I agree with you, however, that it might not be healthy for us to be found around here, But we must take the gal.”’ “Certainly! She is a prize too priceless to lose, now that she is in our power.” They groped their way forward until they reached the bench; then raising Kit’s limp form between them, they bore her from the tool-house. Outside, they paused and gazed cautiously about them, but, as well as they could discern, through the darkness, there was no other person in that vicinity, the camp proper being quite a little distance away. ‘““Where shall we take her?’ Bristol demanded. “‘She must be hidden, for the boy will search for her if it was he who rescued her.” Potter reflected a few minutes, ‘*There’s no safe hiding-place around here, except it isin Dutch Duff’s cellar, to which there is a back, outside door. You remain on guard, and don’t hesi- tate to use your pops if any one comes this way. I can bribe Duff to help us out, for a hundred dollars. Have you got that much?” “TI s’pose so. Here it is; but, mind you, I’m to have half we make out o’ the girl?” 5 Of course. You'll find I’m always square with a And so saying, the rascal hurried away, chuck- ling as he went. On his arrival at the Daisy, he called Dutch Duff to one side, and offered the Teuton the hundred dol- lars for the use of his cellar for a couple of days, Duff to know nothing what was going on below stairs, and to keep his tongue still from mentioning that the cellar was in use at all. A bargain was effected, for Duff could not with- stand the temptation of fingering the hundred dol- lars, no matter what his conscientious scruples might have been, and within ten minutes Potter and his pal had carried California Kit into the cellar, where, by the dim light of a lantern, they securely bound her, hand and foot, and also gagged her. The cellar was a small, dank place, under a rear portion of the saloon building, and no noise the pris- oner might make, could reach the ears of the ha- bitves of the barroom. When they had finished the binding process, the two villains left the cellar, and closed down the out- i trap-door, which opened at the rear of the build- ng. “ Our birdis safely caged, now!” Paul Potter said, grimly, “‘and if we don’t bleed Dave Hyatt to a long meter tune, my name is not Potter!” CHAPTER XII. TRUE TO THE DEATH. TE dawning of the next morning saw David Hy- att and Byron Bristol early astir, and prepared to go in search of the victims of their unjust sentence. The mine-owner had prevailed upon Mr. Bristol that it would be useless to attempt a search during the night,so he had remained at the cabin, and the twain had talked until daybreek, each explaining to the other the peculiarities that had marked his career, in the past. As soon as it was fairly daybreak, the mine-owner provided two horses, which were mounted, and the anxious pair of parents rode out of the camp and down the stage-trail, in vain hope that they could find some trace of those who had been found, after many years, only to be lost again. So early was it when they left the camp, that there were few if any persons astir, The full dawn of day, however, in the camp, brought forth the miners from ~: respective quar- ters, and then and there followed a discovery, that threw the camp into a fever of excitement. When the Daisy Saloon had closed its doors for the night, the body of Big-Mouth Mose had been left lying in under a table in the barroom, as no disposi- tion was to be made of it until the morrow. Now, however, when the first miner sought the Daisy, to get his first ‘‘nip” before breakfast, he was treated to a startling surprise. Dutch Duff’s place had not yet been opened up; \ 13 nevertheless, sitting outside the door, and py Ls up against it, was the corpse of the-defunct local bruiser. His eyes were wide open, and stared glassily into vacancy; the lower jaw had dropped open, and the arms were placed akimbo, giving the corpse a most horrible appearance. This was not all, however. Mose wore bis hair closely clipped, and had a broad bigh forehead. Upon his forehead now was a crimson-hued cres- cent! It had not been cut into the skin, but appeared rather to have been wrought there by some cres- cent-shaped stamp, which had left its crimson-hued impression. he crescent could easily have been covered by a silver dollar. Nor was this all. Attached to the corpse’s shirt-front was a sheet of note-paper, which contained the following words in a bold, round style of chirography: ‘* BEHOLD! ‘*Men of Bummer’s Bar, the Sign of the Crimson Crescent, and tremtle, for more of ye shall wear this mark, and those who do will realize that it is the advance courier, warning them of their ap- proaching doom. Marked for life are ve who need expect no mercy from DeEapwoop Dick, JR.” As the first man who discovered the body outside the saloon chanced to be one of the eseeig who had found Dick guilty, it may naturally be te Spies that he felt considerably startled and alarmed. His name was Flynn, and he had acted as foreman of the jury, hence the discovery of the Sign of the Crimson Crescent apprised him that Dick was still alive, and likely to carry out his threat of ven- geance. Flynn was not a brave man. Indeed there were few men in the camp who were greater actual cowards than he, or to whom the fear of death had greater terrors. So, no sooner did he discover the spectacle in front of the Daisy Saloon, and read the warning message of the Avenger, thar he began to yell at the top of his voice, to arouse those miners and citi- zens who lived in the plaza circle. His efforts in this respect met with speedy success, and the town was soon aroused, and ail collected in front of the Daisy Saloon. “Look! look!’’ Flynn cried, as one after another came up. ‘*The Crimson Crescent—the sign that Deadwood Dick is not drowned, but is back in the camp.” x Big Mose ain’t ther only one as bears the mark,” a miner said. ‘‘ Why, yer forehead is stamped, the same as Mose's is, Flynn!”’ “*Good God! you do not mean it—you’re trying to fool me!” pn gasped, quaking with tegror, as he felt of his forehead. ‘I feel nothing!” ™ ““Can’t help that!” was the reply. marked, same like Mose. Leave it to the crowd if — you ain't.” “Yas, he’s marked jest like Mose!” cried a num- ber of voices. With a howl of horror. Flynn rushed into the sa- loon, which Dutch Duff, alarmed by the commotion, had just opened. A glance into the mirror apprised Mr. Flynn that he was indeed marked upon the forehead with the startling s'gn of the crimson crescent. Uttering a curse, he rushed from the saloon to the river’s edge. and tried to wash off the Avenger’s mark, but all tono avail. The vivid stain, if any- thing, grew even brighter, as he was assured by several miners who had watched the bathing opera- tion. His terror knowing no bounds. Fivnn went back to the saloon, where the greatest excitement and consternation were raging. , The eleven other jurors had, by this time put in an appearance, and upon the forehead of each was the visibleand indelible brand of the Crimson Cres- cent! Dutch Duff was likewise similarly branded! All this work had been accomplished between midnight and morning, but how? Each of the jurors claimed that his respective abode had been securely closed. How, then, had Deadwood Dick Jr. succeeded in gaining entrance? It was certainly a mystery of the most baffling description, and all Bummer’s Barwas wild with ex- citement of the most intense. character. When a rigid inquiry was instituted, it was learned that each of the twelve jurors had found his door unfastened in the morning, on rising. and a rear door of the Daisy Saloon was also unlocked; never- theless, each of the branded men was willing to swear on a stack of Bibles that their respective — ag been fastened when they had retired for the night. However, as the jurymen, as well as Duff himself, had been drinking hard during the preceding even- ing, up to the time the saloon closed. there were plenty who stood ready to believe that not one of — had fastened their doors on retiring for the . nicht. However it might be, Deadwood Dick Jr. had evi- dently got in his work effectually, for thirteen m:n in Bummer's Bar were evidently marked for life— | for all their efforts to remove the crescent brand with the aid of soap and water proved unavailing. Hence, the rage of the marked men. and the con- sternation of the other denizens of the camp, was something unprecedented. As yet, the young Avenger had not struck to kill, but he had warned all tha he would do so. and there was no telling what minute he might strike Several of the branded men were members of the “Ye wre> ™
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focal Vigilance Committee, and, as soon as order could be brought out of chaos, a search of the camp nen me 5 , in hopes of finding the daring junior Richard. There were two men who did not join in this ‘search, but who looked on with grim silence, except when they consulted between themselves. + They were Budd Bristol. and his associate, Paul over. ‘*This is bad business!"’ Bristol said, ‘‘ and had we not kept ourselves shady during the night, no doubt we'd have got branded in the same way. ‘The boy is lying around somewhere in hiding, and if we don’t look out he will single us out as his first victims.” “The outlook ain’t ere so pleasant as it was, ’ll admit,” Potver growled. ‘I opine we'd better close up our business as soon as we can, and get out of the place.”’ : , “But what can we do before Hollis and Byron Bristol return from their down-the-river search?” * We can go see his wife. It’s our best chance.” “But, if we leave the vicinity of the saloon, the Vigilantes may stumble onto the whereabouts of the girl, or Dutch Duff may betray our secret.”’ ‘* Not much danger of that, I guess. Duff can be «lepended upon to hold his tongue, for I have found him out to be more discreet than you would sup- pose. If we want to work Alecia for any money, now is the very time, while her husband is away.” * Well, maybe you're right, but if the gal gets away, our goose is cooked. Anyhow, steer ahead, and we'll try the job.”’ ‘Accordingly, Paul Potter led the way toward the ay cabin, and Budd Bristol followed close beside » hi m, The morning had not far advanced, but there was a stir about the mine-owner'’s abode, which showed that the occupants were up. ; In answer to Potter’s rap upon the door, a Chinese man-servant made his appearance. ‘*TIs your mistress in?’’ Potter asked. “* Missee in de plarler,’’ John assented, with a grin, Without ceremony, Potter pushed the servant ‘de and entered, followed by Bristol. 4s once before mentioned. the mine-owner’s abode s one of the largest in the ey ; ‘he front door opened into a hallway extending ‘ough to the rear. Jn one side, to the left, was the comfortably- vnished parlor, off which was a spare bedroom, ' Hyatt often invited strangers in the camp to take of his hospitality. \cross the hall was a living-room, with a bedroom ening off of it, while in the rear, at the end of the ll, was a frame shed used for kitchen purposes. ine himself, closed the door behind him. “ etty morning wrapper, and engaged in reading. he quickly arose, Seorcaren with paling counte- ance, as the two villains entered. “*Sirl” she cried, ‘* what is the meaning of this in- trusion ?”” **Tt means!’’ Potter replied, coolly, ‘‘that if you at‘empt to raise a noise, I'll blow your brains out. We are here on business, and took the opportunity to call, when your beloved David was away, and no one was in the immediate vicinity. Sit down, Ale- cia!’ Mrs. Hyatt did not obey. She drew her figure haughtily erect, and gazed at the conspirators defl- antly. fe What do you want?’ was her stern demand, ‘*Money!”’ Potter said, significantly. “Do you know this man, Alecia?”’ “T donot. Ibid you both leave my presence, or I wil) scream for ue ; “Do not try it, if you value your life for, as sure as you do, I'll blow your brains out. Iam not to be trifled with, to-day, nor is my companion. We are here on the make, and intend to win. You say you do not know this man, but I know you do. Do you not remember your first husband, Budd Bristol, alias Joe Ferris? Ah! Isee by your start that you do. Well, this man is your first husband, and has the papers to prove it. I also married you, years ago, and I too have the essential document to prove it. And, now, you are, without ever being divorced, married to Hyatt, alias Henry Hollis, whose child your first husband stole, and you and he kept secreted, until you separated, when you put the child in the poor-house, Quite a string of coinci- dences, eh?” = * ‘ Deadwood Dick Jr. “You have come here on a fool’s errand, if you expected to frighten money out of me!” she said, coldly. “I have not a dollar in money in my pos- session, and if 1 had, you would not get it.” “Henry Hollis has money concealed somewhere, and you know where it is!’’ Potter growled. “He may have a million, for all my knowing where it is, sir.” “Bah! That won’t work on us, sort of a woman, Alecia, to not find where the money is. Why, you used to even go through m pocket, when I slept, to see how much money I had, an’ et don’t stand to reason you don’t know where your hubby has got his boodle stored. Come, now— don’t try to play off on us, for it won’t pay you.” “T tell you, sir, I1know nothing about where my husband keeps his money, and if I did, I'd not con- fide the secret to a pair of wretches like you.” ‘“Wretches, eh?’ “ Yes, wretches—villainous wretches!” “So you will risk exposure rather than pay us for keeping your secret?” ‘Ay! a hundred times!”’ ‘“‘Humph! [ thought you told me you loved your Davy?” ““T love my husband, but not even to save being turned out upon the world would I dishonor myself by doing a wrong act against him.” ‘*You’re gettin’ deuced conscientious, it strikes me, I demand Hank Hollis's money! D’ye hear, I demand it!” “Tt matters not! You'll not get a penny of it!” ‘* You defy me, curse you?” “Ay! I defy you both!” “Then, curses seize you, die!’ Potter cried, thor- oughly infuriated, and at the same instant, raising his revolver, he fired at Mrs. Hyatt’s heart. : She gave a shriek, staggered forward, and seized Potter firmly by both arms; then she tottered and fell, dragging him with her to the floor, At the same instant a man’s figure leaped from ee bedroom adjoining the parlor, with a vengeful shout. It was Deadwood Dick Junior. In either hand he clutched a cocked six-shooter. Budd Buistol saw him, and, with lightning quick- ness made a bound, and dashed through the win- dow nearest at hand, carrying sash and all with him, _ Potter struggled to free himself, but without avail. The death-grip of his victim could not be broken, and he was held down, while Deadwood Dick Jr. a piecemeal over him like an avenging emesis! CHAPIER XIII. THE VOW FULFILLED! ‘*Mrercy! mercy!” Paul Potter begged, as he tried to loosen bimself from the death-grip of the dying woman, ‘For God’s sake, spare me, young man!” For he saw at a glance that Deadwood Dick Junior had taken deliberate aim at him. ** You beg for mercy!’ Dick demanded, contempt- uously. ‘* You beg for mercy, you inhuman wretch? Bah! Did you show me mercy when you sent me and California Kit down Reese river?” ‘*No! no! I did not, but I was in liquor then, and knew not what I was doing!” “Indeed! T suppose you will say you did not know what you were doing when you murdered this woman?” * Mercy, sir; I ! I beg! It was under great provocation that I shot her—” ; ‘Because she would not become a traitor to the man who believes her his lawful wife. Oh! I under- stand the whole story, Pavl Potter, and know that the man who lea from the window was my most hated enemy. e thinks to escape me, but he will not. My vengeance will as surely overtake him as the sun shines by day. As for you, you are one of those who would fave consigned me to a watery grave, and you shall not escape me! ‘*Merey! mercy! Spare me, young man, and I will be your devoted slave for life. I will tell you where California Kit is concealed, and—” ‘“Bah! Do you suppose I do not know where she is? You are a fool, as well as a craven. I knew when you placed her in Dutch Duff's cellar. Before that I overheard all you told Budd Bristol in the ae Saloon bar-room. So you see I know Kit's entity. f . “You are not the only one, on whom I intend to You ain’t that | - Eire Bile Ss eae D> * eatin ~ - — Pa pee are : . ba 2S en bc as When he removed it, the sign of the Crimson Cres- cent was plainly branded upon the skin, Restoring the articles to his pocket, Dick next coolly sat down at a table and wrote the following upon a sheet:— “This man, Paul Potter, the undivorced husband of Mrs. Hyatt, tried in company with Frozen Bill, alias Budd Bristol, to force Mrs. Hyatt to give up David Hyatt’s money. She refused, and Potter mur- dered her. But, he immediately afterward met his death at the hands of ‘“*DEADWOOD Dick Jr,” This the young Avenger placed upon Potter's now lifeless remains; then, turning away be leaped out of the window through which Budd Bristol had plunged, and was gone. David Hyatt and Byron Bristol did not return from their fruitless search, until near noon. They proceeded at once to the mine-owner’s cabin, where they made the discovery of the two dead bodies, in the parlor, the servant being nowhere about the premises. At first, Mr. Hyatt—or, Henry Hollis, as we shall hereafter call him—was nearly beside himself with grief, but when he read Deadwood Dick’s message, and considered how he had been deceived, his grief became somewhat assuaged. The excitement of that day, in Bummer’s Bar, beggars description, for when news got abroad of the double tragedy at the cabin, the rough denizens of the camp grew fairly wild both with excitement and consternation. Reward cards were posted along the approaches to the camp, offering extraordinary sums for the caprure of Deadwood Dick Jr., but Henry Hollis took no part in contributing to the fund, which the min- ers were making up. He had strong hopes, that through Dick, he would Py get tidings of California Kit, and he con- sidered that Dick had also done a service in killing the wretch, Paul Potter. As may be sunpered:, Byron Bristol was overjoyed to learn that Dick was still alive. he miners, however, were bitter in their denun- ciation of the eos man, and most’ especially so those who had been branded with the Crimson Crescent, and had been warned that they were doomed. The taking off of Paul Potter but increased their consternation. Dutch Duff, in particular, was wild with terror, “Mein Gott, poys, ve shall all murdered py dis veller vot stamp us on der foreheadts!” he groaned, as he endeavored to brace himself up by frequent swigs from his private bottle. ‘Ve all go deadt, und de® ve go—vere der tyfel ve go, anyhow? Oh! how I vish I vas pack in Yermany, vere der vas no Deadwood Dicks, nor none cff dis murderin’ pizness!"’ And, it is safe to say that those who listened to the Teuton’s bewailings, wished themselves in some similar place. All day long the excitement waged hot and strong, and scouting ies searched high and low for Deadwood Dick, the junior; but no trace of him was to be found. When night came on the search was discontinued, and a motley crowd congregated once more within the Daisy Saloon. | But, Budd Bristol was not among the number. He had not been seen about the camp, since early in the day. - ’ At the mine-owner's cabin, a spirit of gloom pre- vailed. The body of Paul Potter bad been removed, while that of Mrs. Hollis had been laid out, preparatory for burial, in the parlor. In the sitting-room, across the hall, ‘Senay ollie —. and Byron Bristol kept a silent vigil. Outside, another storm was raging, even fiercer than on the night preceding, the wiad blowing a very gale, and dashirg the rain in to: rents against the window-panes. It was during the piace when it seemed the storm wust be at the hight of its fury, that there came a rapon the cabin door which brought both men to their feet. It was atimid knock, such as might have been made by a woman “1 wonder who it can be?” Hollis said, staring at his companion. “California Kit, perhaps,’’ Byron Bristol replied. The hope that it might, indeed, be Kittie caused the mine-owner to hasten to the door, and throw it ere yo es visit vengeance. So, as I have no time to spare, say your prayers, if you have any to say, for you need expect no mercy. When I leave you, you will be the second man in Bummer’s Bar who bears the sigy of the Crimson Crescent!”’ , ‘“Mercy! oh! have mercy!” ‘You had no merey. One!” Potter groaned aloud, and writhed and twisted in a He a to break loose. “Two wide open. A gust of wind and rain swept into the hall, and with it came a tall, angular woman, with a sha hard visage, and hair that was thickly threaded with gray, and combed smoothly back. She was attired ina jorge figured delaine dress, with a shawl thrown about her shoulders, and wore a flaring poke bonnet. of the ancient style, which was gayly ornamented with rosettes and ribbons, “Shut the door,” she said peremptorily, after entering. “‘ Ugh! it is a terrible night! * Who are you?” the mine-owner demanded, after obeying her command and leading the way to the sitting-room, where he handed her a chair. “You do not recognize me then. Henry Hollis?” “What! It cannot be possible that you are—” “ Phyllis Penrose, a former nurse in your family, sir, whom you discharged before your daughter was lost.’’ ; “True! true! Lsee the resemblance now, Believe * me, Phyllis, Iam glad to see you, for I have recently learned of your devotion, to the task of tryingto — find me and restore to me my child * ut *T have traveled far and wide, Henry Hollis,"the spinster replied soberly, “‘and it was only recently ° 7 gasp sunk back upon her chair, my, tS “It is false!’ she gasped—‘‘it is utterly false. MY —’ om * Nonsense!’ Potter interrupted. ‘‘ You are guilty D ’ of bigamy, twice over, and we can prove it. } now, if you want tosave yourself. we have come to - _ give youachance. We must get out of this camp, i in eouble quick order, but we don’t propose to go without money.’’ ‘““Nary the time!” coincided Budd Bristol. **You’ve led a crooked life, Alecia, but we’re both willin’ to fergive ye, an’ let Hollis hev you, ef you come down witha boodle of decent size. Ef ye A don't, we shall expose your hull career to Hank i aoe Hollis, an’ he’ll give to the grand shake.”’ ; “Yes, an’ we won’t only do that,’ added Potter, Cy, ** but we'll produce the gal you stole from him, and : the proofs that ye put it in the poor-house! There! By an almost superhuman effort the wretch suc- ceeded in freeing himself from the death-grip, and leaped to his feet, with a bitter curse. “Three!” counted Dick; then there was a flash, a sharp report, and Potter threw up his hands with a wild yell, and fell backward, ded. ' The young Avenger bent over him without an ex- pression of regret at the awful deed. Restoring his weapons to his belt, he then drew two articles from bis —— One was a piece of sponge—the other a sort of hand stamp, crescent shaped upon the face, and carved out of wood. , Passing the sponge over the face of the stamp, the Avenger then pressed the stamp firmly to the fore- head of the ruffian. now. Ye might as well come to time. fer we’ve got : the dead wood on you, and there ain’t no salvation > ave yes but to pony up!’’ ih Mrs. Hyatt’s face had lost none of its pallor, but A the gleam in her eyes told that she was not disposed fen! i 4 -otter knew.which was the parlor, and opening the dr, he pushed Bristol in ahead of him, then en- a1 irs. Hyatt was seated near a window, attired in a _ Mrs. Hyatt grew as white as death, and with a ee TE ee EE eee oe EE Se er Se a ee see ee é to be browbeaten by the pair of arrant knaves who now stood before her. ~~ .
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aha - } arrival by one who takes a I ) {> ee a Ks — wpon her that Ilearned you were here. “SoI came here last night, but I did not bring your child.” “*SoTam aware. But by strangest chance my ‘daughter in male attire arrived on the same stage that you did. She had been traveling for over a ‘year past in company with this man, whose name is vyron Bristol. To her discredit she has been en- gaged in giving sparring exhibitions.” : * Allof which [ have been informed of since my reat interest in her— | Dead wood Dick, Jr., as he calls himself. And now, Tlenry Holiis, where is your child? For shame! To ‘ what terrible fate did you consign her? Henry Hollis buried his face in his hands. ‘For God's sake do not mention that,” he groan- ed, “for my regrets are bitter enough. I did not know it was my child; I—”’ “Even though you did not, you were a coward anda wretch to consign two innocent children, as it were, to such a fate. The a? escaped and will -visit vengeance upon you. 1 have seen him and | learned much from him I did not know before, I suppose you did not know that your murdered wife was the wife of Paul Potter, and that it was she and he who were the kidnappers of your daughter years ” “I have learned about their mare? from a note left by Deadwood Dick, but I never had an idea tcey were concerned in child-stealing. Pray go on and explain,” Phyllis Penrose did so, giving nearly word_for word the substance of the interview tetween Paul Potter and liudd Bristol in the Daisy Saloon, which had been heard by Deadwood Dick, Jr., from out- | side the window. In the mean time, while Phyllis was making her narration within the cabin, another scene was tak- ing place outside in the drenching storm. A man was skulking stealthily toward the Hollis abode. His eyes gleamed like dusky diamonds and | his face wore an ugly and villainous expression. Evidently murder was in his heart, for in one | hand he clutched a formidable revolver, which was cocked and ready for use. His face had been scratched and cut in man places, and he was soaking wet and mud-splasbed, presenting altogether a sorry appearance. The man was Budd Bristol, and his thoughts ran: “T must leave Bummer’s Bar before daybreak. and shall have to go without making the haul Potter and I had planned. But, before I go, I will end Byron Bristol's life, at least, so that he will never bother me about the Niobrara property, I can lay for the boy, at a later date!” A light was burning in the sitting-room of the Hollis cabin, and the curtain was up, so that any without hin- : Fie on the outside could look in, rance ance. . Budd Bristol crept close to the window, and glared 4D Upon the scene, with a chuckle, ‘There he is!” he muttered, his burning gaze cating ow, “ upon Byron Bristol, who sat facing the win- te is alive, and looking better then a dead aN yet, but he shall never live tointerfere with my aimsonthe Niobrararanch. I'll put a bead in him, OW, that will finish his mutton!”’ ® raised his revolver, and took deliberate aim ut, before he could fire, the weapon was knocked rom his grasp, and he was jerked suddenly upon is back, Shen, a lithe figure leaped npn his breast, ind pinioned him down, While a voice hissed, venge- ‘Die, murderer of my mother, and would-be mur- ‘ lerer of my father!—die like the dog you are, and en Dick Bristol's oath of vengeance will be fulfilled the letter!” , A gleaming ‘0 . eapon flashed up and down thrice, 4 ana Budd Bristol with a deep groan > hea bitt alty of his cri ) aid he bitter pen crimes, Deadwood Jr. arose, and strode to the cabin door, uv on whi e rapped, loudly. b The * ae was Speedily opened by Hollis, and Dick stepped inside, with a revolver in his grasp, s Motioning Henry Hollis to the sitting-room, he oHowed, : 5 ‘ity son! my son!"’ cried Byron Bristol, springing 0 Dis feet. : “Sit down!” Dick ordered authoritatively, at the same time raising his Ln oe menacingly. ‘* You are my father, Byrou Bris 1, but henceforth Iam an outlaw, and can be no son to you! Outside the cabin lies the body of our enemy, Budd Bristol. In killing him, I not’ only saved your life, but avenged the murder of my dear. mother, whom you fled from, years ago. Here, sir, are the documents that will re-establish you at the Niobrara ranch, where you can spend your declining years in peace and are ing to H Holl As f, sir!” turning to Henry Hollis, he Phyllis Ponvood has probably explained everything, exeept the fact that your daughter still lives!” i Shank Godt"? gasped Hollis. You need not,” Dick replied, coolly, “ for she is far from here, now, and you will never set eyes ler again. By mutual consent we have linked our’ fates together, forever, and wi'l be married | within the month. ‘You may hunt us if you like, but | if you do, beware of the fatal sign of the Crimson Crescent, I swore to be revenged upon you, and 1318 My revenge, Adieu!” He turned, left the cabin, and disappeared in the darkness,’ | | | {Neither Deadwood Dick, Jr.. noe California Kit rere ever again seen at Bummer’s Bar. Desperate’ aver the loss of his child, Henry Hollis 800n disposed of his interests in the camp, and set Out in quest of her and her young lover, swearing vengeance upon the latter. Deadwood Dick Jr. And, organized into an avenging band, the twelvo branded jurymen accompanied him. Nearly heartbroken, Byron Bristol went back to the Niobrara ranch, taking Phyliis Penrose with him to act as housekeeper. 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