Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 491) (1886 12 21)
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EIGHTH EDITION. “ttt ff TN Le Se a . ellen Men Lec Ne Men Mlen Mn lel 7 A \ \ ” tat A\ \ . 3 \ | \ : WB ANG, Ih WY’. \ \ ! a Ps “4 \ \ EB . 7 i A \ \ S ° . \\ \ AW or P } | ie \ \\ A ! h ~ | | S Y | v y ~* Ni Sy x RAY WY re VOW WN °y he | EERIE = — ee HY AO Se 435 aS SS i Oi a a nt a SS 4a i NSS ___ Entered at the Post Office at New York, N. Y., at Second Class Mail Rates, 00 Copyright, 1886, by BEADLE AND ADAMS, December 21, 1886, $2.50 PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY BEADLE AND ADAMS, Price, Vol. XTX, a Year. No, 98 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. 5 Cents. No. 491. SS — — besTI|| aval DEADWOOD DICK, JR’S COMPACT. THE STORY OF A DEADLY BEPRISAL, BY EDWARD L. WHEELER, AUTHOR OF THE ‘‘ DEADWOOD DICK NO ‘‘ DEADWOOD DICK, JR., NOVELS,” ETO, =e CHAPTER I. THE FIRST BLOW. sbttistese Juper Justin GILBERT, the portly ‘‘ mayor” a fe. LEE a and ruling spirit of Cascade City, was in a most @LD AVALANCHE SPRUNG FORWARD WITH A CRY OF JOY, AS HE SAW HIS PARD, unpleasant frame of mind, judging by the trou- AND SEIZED HIM BY THE MANACLED HANDS. bled scowl] that knitted his brows together, as he a
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iy 2 sat in his office on the lowery, gloomy morning that opens our story. True, Cascade City was ‘‘no great shakes” of a place, nor anything like a genuine city in int of size or importance, being a little min- ing-town, located in a winding gulch at the foot ‘of a towering mountain, down whose rugged sides a torrent of water poured, in beautiful ‘cascades. Yet Judge Gilbert was the mayor of the camp, in a practical sense—the one who ruled its destiny, so to speak, and governed it, and ad- ministered what justice was administered at all. He was well-to-do, and one of the recognized first people, and had been agreed upon unani- mously as the man most fitted to take charge of ruling the place, and keep matters in general in a healthy and flourishing condition. This he had succeeded 1n doing to the infinite satisfaction of most citizens concerned; for be- fore he took hold of the reins, the camp had borne a hard reputation, and was noted as an **unhealthy” place to locate in. The judge was a portly, substantial appearing person, o« a trifle past middle age, and possessed of many sterling’ qualities, and those who knew him best always had a good word to say of him; his manner was always firm but pleasant, and it was seldom there was not a smile on his full, good-na‘ured face. This morning was an exception to the rule, however. His face betrayed in its every ex- pps that something was troubling him sore- , and every now and then he would run his perp and n ticked noisily ngers through his hatr in glance toward the clock, whic away upon the wall. At last there came a knock upon the door, at which a look of eager expectancy dawned upon the judge’s face. ‘“CGome in!” he cried out, and thereupon the door opened, and a boy entered. He was rather rudely dressed, was about fifteen years of age, and possessed a face that was ony thing but of classic beauty, with its large mouth, pug nose, little, peering eyes. it was a face, however, which beamed with good nature and intelligence. In fact, he was a fair specimen of an Eastern street Arab, and such he was, for he had come from Gotham a few weeks before, and entered Mr. Gilbert’s enney as a chore-boy, giving his name as Jimmy Junebug. “Well, James, how did you make out?” the judge demanded, the moment he had entered, as e eagerly scanned his face, ‘‘Didn’t make out at all,” was the blunt re- Ply. ‘* Wore out a sole o’ shoe-leather, an’ that’s th ) it did.” ae at yeu make inquiries at each house, as I told you?” ‘Yas, every oneon’em. They all looked me over, sized me up like I was a Punch an’ Judy figger, an’ sed they didn’t know nothin’ about her.” “Did you inquire of Carrol Classon, and Brick Bloss?” “You bet on’t they both sed they hadn’t seen her for a couple o’ days!” Judge Gilbert could not repress a groan, ““My God!” he murmured, ‘‘what can have become of her? Surely this is one of the great- est of mysteries. Last night when she retired, she seemed in the best of spirits, and kissed me ood-night. This morning when the house- Eeoper went to call her, she was not in her room, but her bed bad been occupied. Supposing she had risen early, and run out to some of the neigh- bors, I shought nothing of it, until she did not return to breakfast; then my suspicions became aroused that all was not right. My God, what can have become of my child—my darling? ‘« Keep a stiff upper lip, ey Jimmy ad- vised, ‘‘She may poke her head in ther door, at most any minute!” ““No! no! If Gracie is not at any of the neighbors’ houses, ee happened to her. She has been kidnapped—stolen away from me. She would not go beyond the limits of the camp for I have often cautioned her of the danger of doing so, Nol! no! my child surely has been carried off, Are you sure, boy, you visited every habitation in the macy : ‘“¥You bet—sure’s there’s gray hairs in the butter. Mebbe she tuk a notion to elope wi’ somebody?” ‘Nonsense! She had only two suitors, and both are in camp, at the present moment. No, T tell you, some one has carried her off, but who could: have done it? Boy, I believe you know something about her whereabouts—something you are keeping back from me!” toe judge de- clared, eying him sternly. At which Jimmy snorted, outright. Prince Pistol. “Lordy! What er notion!” he declared. “What w’u’d J wanter go ter tryin’ carryin’ off irls fer, when I can’t half carry myself around? one 0’ that heavy work fer me, jedge. If I know’d anything ’bout Miss Gracie, 1 google ’'d be tellin’ ye!” ** Well, something must bedone, and at once!” the judge declared, 11sing, in desperation. ‘‘ No pains or expense shall be spared to recover my child, She has been stolen from-me, but by whom I havenomeansof knowing. I will move heaven and earth, but what I find her. ‘* Now, you, boy, go to McGregor, and tell him I said give a general alarm, suspend all work in the mines, and ype Shape parties of men in quest of my daughter. , and don’t let grass grow under your feet!” ‘*No danger o’ that!” Jimmy retorted. ‘‘The rass would git tuck sick, an’ die o’ cholera, ut say, boss, afore I go, here’s suthin’ as mebbe will throw light onter whar Gracie is. De post- master give it to me as I was comin’ here, an’ I forgot to chuck it to you before,” and the lad held out a sealed envelope. Gilbert hastily seized it, and glanced at the superscription. It was addressed to ‘‘ Judge Gilbert, Gaon City,” but bore no stamp. “The postmaster said you’d have to pay for the stamp,” observed Jimmy, ‘an’ thet ef you did’nt he'd sell you out!” ** Never mind what the postmaster said, but you hurry away and do exactly as 1 directed you todo, Be quick about it, too.” ‘* Et won’t take me more’n an hour to execoot sech a kermission,’’ Jimmy retorted, as he turn- ed and left the office. When he was gone, Judge Gilbert opened the envelope, his face betraying great curiosity. What he read evidently gave him great sur- prise, for he uttered an angry exclamation, This was what his eyes beheld: SKULL AND CROSSBONES. “THE FIRST BLOW HAS BEEN STRUCK, BUT THE REPRISAL OF HATE is NOT ENDED. BEWARE! . “Prince Piston, King of the West.” As he perused this singular message, the Mayor of Cascade grew deathly white, and stapgerrs back, murmuring: “My God! ’tis only too true. May Heaven neve mei1cy upon me and my poor, unsinning c Then the letter dropped from his nerveless p, and with a cry of agony he tottered ‘kward, lost his balance, and went crashi to the floor in a swoon, and there lay white an silent as a corpse, Had the second blow been struck, also? CHAPTER I. A CALL TO A DEATH-BED. ‘* Waoa, thar, Prudence eral A durned discomboberate Arabian war-hoss! Ef ye don’t stop a-twistin’ thet tail o’ yourn, an’ lookin’ so consarned ugly, durn my cats ef I don’t wallop ye within an inch o’ yer life! Tell ye, stranger when this aire lump o’ mule-flesh gits her m up, she makes things hum _high-fangled tunes, w her once ter kick an Injun so fur that et tuk him a week to get back to his lodge-kittle, Great ham-bone, but she’s a ’arthquake, a vol- caner an’ a cyclone in herself, an’ when ye come to add in myself, ther Great Annihilator, and J sain the goat, we form the great Terrific COFFIN. Away up in the mountains, two horsemen were picking their way slowly along through the intense darkness of a drizzling night. One was mounted upon an ugly-looking mule, alongside of which trotted a decidedly rough and tough-looking billy-goat. e old man in the suddle was, of course, the famous frontier veteran, Old Avalanche, who needs no introduction to the many readers of this Library, His companion, mounted upon a splendid mettlesome horse, was a well-built young fellow of between twenty-five and thirty years, with a smooth, rather effeminate countenance, dark eyes and soft, dark-brown’ hair, that fell ina wave over his shoulders. Except a slouch sombrero and top-boots, he was attired in a business garb, and was well armed with repeating-rifle and revolvers, as also was the Annihilator. He answered to the name of Valentine Vassar, ‘ ——————et and assumed that he was up in the mountains simply for pleasure and bis health. e and Old Avalanche had fallen in together, just at the end of evening, when a storm was impending, and the young man claiming to be unable to find a place of shelter for vhe night, Avalanche, with his accustomed spirit, had con- sented to take the stranger in tow, and together aes Paes find some place to “hang up and ry. ** Don’t know any more about this hyer range than I might, myself!” the Annihilator had al- lowed, ‘‘ but et kinder strikes me we won't git left, fer ther Terrific Triangle seldom do.” But, the evening was now well advanced, and the rain came down in a steady drizzle, that was chilling and uncomfortable to man and beast. ‘¢T don’t see much prospect of finding any lace of shelter to-night,” Vassar growled, not heeding the veteran’s r@erence to the virtues of the Terrific Triangle. ‘‘I am drenched to the skin!” **Orter wear buckskin, as I do,” Avalanche retorted, ‘‘ an’ then, you’d be all perkemskute, Hain’t got er gigantic ideer we’re liable to run slap dab ag’in’ a French flat, myself. There orter be some sorter hoel we could snake into, not fur off, tho’. I’ve got er kind uv a sweet- scented ideer, thet thar aire Injun cluss by, an’ of thar be, they’re most likely eee, an’ fer a few shekles, would entertain us ike a couple o’ double-breasted lords!” ‘* What reason have you to suspect the near resence of Indians?’ Vassar inquired, curious- Vie Waal,” Old Avalanche replied, after taking a chew of plug, ‘‘ I’ve spent a good many years roamin’ about, yer see, an’ l’ve got a barometer what tells when red-skins ain’t fur off. Great ham-bone, yes!” ‘*¢ Well, I should like to know how, by the aid of a barometer, you could scent your approach toan Indian,” Vassar declared. ‘' The idea is simply preposterous, sir—absurd.” ‘*Great ham-bone! no it ain’t, stranger. My kinder barometer aire different from other kinds, and as unfailin’ as freckles on the moon. D’ye notis how Prudence Cordeliar, hyar, lays back her ears, wags her Arabian tail, an’ tries ter make herself look as ugly as possible?” “Well, what of that ?” ‘‘ Why, great ham-bone, man alive, them ears and those tail constertoot my barometer. Pru- dence scents Injun!” , ‘* Bosh! nonsense!” “Not by er long shot. She smells red-skin, sure’s there’s a nose on yer face, an’ ef we don’t run plum vee ag’in’ an Injun afore the hour is over, Pll give yer a swig o’ ther primest old mountain dew thet ever wetted yer windpipe!” ‘I'd prefer to sample the dew, ie and take | the chances of finding the Indians, afterward!’ Vassar observed with a shrug. ‘*Waal, I guess not!” replied Avalanche. ‘“‘Tf I lose, the dew air yer’s, but if I win, I keep it, myself. Why, I’ve known thet aire same Prudence to smell Injun ten mile away an’ get so unmanageable ’cause she couldn’t sail ahead an’ kick up a fight thet I hed to call in ther assistance o’ Jeremiaber, to cool her down. She aire kinder ’fraid o’ Jeremiaher, sence she see’d him butt in ther wall of an adobe hacien- der tew git some bug-juice, an’ you bet, when he says ‘ba-a-a,’ in thunder tones, ther muel becomes as docil as licked rooster!” Vassar evidently valued the Annihilator’s ha- rangue with contempt, for he made no retort, and as he did not, Avalanche also subsided into silence. They rode steadily on over a rugged mountain trail, which, for the most part, lay through a tract of scrub timber. The rain continued to drizzle down, and a chilling breeze blew across the range—for the nocturnal voyageurs were traveling at a great ade ] b ry it uddenly a cry, a buman cry it was “ reached the keen hearing of the Annihilator, who immediately drew rein. ‘‘ Halt!” he said to Vassar, ‘‘ Listen!” ‘¢ What’s the matter now?” Vassar demanded. **‘ Do asI direct!” Alva ordered, tartly. ‘‘ Halt! listen! I heard a cry!” : They did listen, and were rewarded, ‘‘Come forward!” a voice cried—the voice of awoman. ‘‘Come quickly. Fatheris dying!” ‘‘ Great bam-bone!” muttered Old Avalanche. “Come erlong, Vaseline. Suthin’s up, sure. Hillo! thar; whar be ye, who calls?” ‘Only a few yards from you. -Come ahead, and you will see!” was the reply. . The two did ride forward and in a few seconds came to wherea female figure was standing in \
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| ‘matting of fur skins. the doorway of a rude hut that was half-hidden wuong tue pines, The door was closed, but rays of light came from the crevice under the door. The person in the door was evidently a maiden of some seventeen years, and was dressed in Jn- dian costume. Her face the two men could not plainly see, ‘‘Who aire ye, an’ what "pears to be ther defickelty, ma’am?” the Annihilator demanded, as they drew rein. ‘*T am Sunshine, the daughter of Storm Cloud, the Seminole,” was the reply. ‘‘ My father is dying, and before he dies he wants to see some white man, to whome he can leave a trust. He sent me forth to see if by chance I could not find some pale-face, when I was overjoyed to hear you coming.” “Old Storm Cloud, eh?’ echoed Avalanche, with a whistle of surprise. ‘‘The Injun Her- mit!” ‘‘ My father is known as the Indian Hermit, sir.” ‘* Richer than Croesus, too?” ‘*T cannot say as to that, sir. ‘in?” ‘¢ Great ham-bone! I allow we will. You go in an’ tell yer dad we have arriv’ an’ will be with Will you come him in three jerks of a lamb’s tail, soon’s we've pickerele out our prancin’ Arabian steeds!’ Accordingly Sunshine re-entered the hut, while the Annihilator and Vassar dismounted, and proceeded to picket out their horses. “Do you know this Storm Cloud?” Vassar in- quired, ‘‘Dve heerd o’ him,” was the reply. ‘‘ They say he’s got more gold hoarded up and hidden away than would buy er railroad. I say, Vase- line, old boy, what d’ye think o’ Prudence Cor- deliar as er barometer, eh?” and the Annihilator chuckled gleefully. ‘*My name is Vassar, sir, not Vaseline!” the other retorted, angrily. “Oh! well, yer needn’t hump up about it; it’s all ther same in Dutch or Choctaw, Come! we'll go in an’ see the old Injun Hermit what’s goin’ to do er quickstep up ther golden stairs!” And, advancing, the twain entered the hut! CHAPTER III. A STRANGE EXPERIENCE. Tue hut of the Indian Hermit, was more ‘cheery and homelike than the two visitors had e ted to behold, on entering. here was one large and one smaller apart- ment, the latter divided from the main by a cur- ‘tain made of tanned skins, neatly sewed together and prettily ornamented with bead-work and silk 2 The floor of the first room was covered with a There was a fire-place, near which hung cooking utensils. The other furniture consisted of a table, several stools, a rude settee, and a sort of swinging bed, Light was afforded in plenty, by the bright ‘log fire that burned upon the hearth. pon the cot bed, covered with a blanket, lay ‘Storm Cloud, the Hermit Seminole, who for years, it was rumored, had kept aloof from his -ewn or any other race of Indians. my As they approached the bed, the two visitors ‘beheld a man of some fifty years, who, though ‘his face was haggard, and eyes sunken, was as light-complexioned as themselves. Nor were his features molded like those of the Indian race. Sunshine, who was preparing some herb medi- cine at the fire, was rather a petite but perfect- ly formed. maiden, evidently past sixteen, with urely Anglo-Saxon features of exceeding uty, dark dreamy eyes, and dark brown hair, omingly arranged. Her complexion was deep brunette, but not that swarthy hue which implied Indian birth and blood, She was a veritable little Pyieh even in her half-Indian costume, as sprightly and graceful in movement as a fawn and evidently as intelli- gent as she was pretty. The eyes of Valentine Vassar, who was ray a handsome fellow, himself, sparkled wit leasure as he beheld this spirit of the Hermit’s ut. Old Storm Cloud was partly bolstered up on pillows as the two men approached his bedside, and his keen black eyes surveyed them, critical- ‘ly and yet wistfully. 3 "Who are you?” he demanded, in a husky voice, but using good English. ‘*We are two travelers,” spoke up Vassar, “‘whom your daughter called in, saying you ‘wished to see some one before you died.” **So I do. names?” ‘*My name is Valentine Vassar. My compan- ion is Old Avalanche, sometimes known as the Annihilator!” Storm Cloud instantly fixed his piercing gaze searchingly upon the veteran scout, and frowned, ‘* He won’t do!” he said, pointedly, ‘‘ but you will, I guess. Tell him to go sit down.” Vassar turned inquiringly, to the Annibila- tor, who nodded, and retired to a seat on the settee, wondering not a little what was to take lace, Pp Iam soon to die!” Storm Cloud said, mo- tioning Vassar to step closer to the bed. ‘‘ I’ve struggled hard to live, but it’s no use. I’ve got to give up and go, as all must go, sooner or later. Before I depart this life, I must settle my earthly accounts. I ought to have done it long ago. ‘* Now, before I make known to you what I want of you, are you willing to answer mea few questions?” ‘“* Pertectly,” Vassar said, seating himself at the bedside, ‘‘I am at your command, sir.” “It is well,” the invalid assented, with evi- dent satisfaction. ‘‘I am sure you are the man I want. You say your nameis Vassar?” ‘* Valentine Vassar, sir?” *“ Where do you live?” ‘‘Nowhere, in particular. I came West to better my condition, and shall probably remain here, permanently. “Have you always before lived in the East?” ** Always, until a month ago.” ** How old are you?” Vassar laughed. ‘““Well, to tell the truth, I am somewhat womanish about giving my age. Suflice to say that I look full as old as I am,” “Well, it don’t matter much, You say you came West to better your condition—in other words, to make your fortune?” ‘Well, yes, providing I might be so lucky.” ‘“*Would you be particularly scrupulous how you made it, as long as vou did make it?” “T don’t know that I would. The world has not used me particularly well, and I owe it no favors.” ‘ “Good, you are my man. Would you carry out a revenge for me, for the sake of acquiring an immense fortune?” ‘*Certainly I would, if the pay was commen- surate with the service required, Vassar replied, without hesitation. ‘‘Money’s what I’m after and must have for any service.” ‘* Ye’re a scoundrel!” Old Avalanche muttered under his breath, and he looked vengefully at the young stranger. ; é “Very good!” Storm Cloud, said. ‘ Sunshiné bring me a drink,” Sunshine immediately obeyed, and after taking a copious draught, the old Hermit settled back among the pillows, with a sigh of relief, *“ Now, listen,” he went on, ‘‘and I will try and tell you all, before I get too weak. As per- haps you may have judged, I am not an Indian wat beve as good blood in my veins, as you, i not better.” : “lr had formed just that opinion, But go “Well, years ago, I wedded a maiden much my junior—a mere child, you might say, Iwas a promising young man, with a profession that brought me in a good ra, and, like other young idiots, thought it wo d be ‘the proper caper to have a wife. God only knows how often have I since repented the step I took. | “The girl I married was beneath me in station, and had no education, but she had rather a pretty face and winning ways, and I was blind to her other imperfections. “I can truthfully say that I loved her, and always have loved her, Even after all the wrong and suffering [ have endured, which has brought me to where you now behold me, m heart has never ceased to yearn for her. But, of course that is of no interest to you. “The first years of our life, duriug which time two children were born, were comparative- ly happy; then, trouble began, My wife evinced a disposition to be home with her people two- thirds of the time, and finally induced me to go board with her parents, This didn’t last long; soon she grew restless, and we had to go back housekeeping. In less than six months we were back with her folks again, And thus it went, back and forth, first PeenES then to housekeeping. We wouldn’t more than get nicely settled in a new home when she’d run away home, and in order to be with her and my SA, I'd have to break up and follow er. I’m not long for this world. What ‘ar grees emnceeiecueeeme eteemeetinensameneueb-i pemes yt mm gtmtthn eittg t ei S 3 Here Storm Cloud paused for another drink, after which he resumed: ‘* Well, the last time we went back to hei mother’s, I swore it should be the last. Her old hag of a mother continued to be meddle some, and at last, rather than be driven crazy; I packed upa few things and left—left every thing dear to me, behind. ‘But I must tell you the rest briefly. I was arrested for desertion, and sent to jail for six months. When my time was u was rear rested and sent back six more. When this terni was up, I would have been sent back for an- other six, only that I was too quick for them— escaped, and fled the State. ter I ventured back, found this child playing in the street, stole her away and fled. The shemff chased me, but never found me. ‘With Sunshine I came here, and established myself as Storm Cloud, the Seminole, ‘The rest is easy told. While I was in jail, my wife took up with and actually married a gambler, who, I learned, had been the direct cause of the breaking up of my home, The marriage, of course, could not have been legal, as she had not been divorced. ‘He prospered and they drifted West, and settled not many miles from here, by a singular chance, ‘““T could have stolen my other child, but did not want her. She was too like her mother. Finally the mother disappeared, I do not know what became of her, but I always suspected that her husband put her out of the way. ‘* Now I come to the last of my story, In all the years I have been a hermit I have been amassing wealth, until I have a large fortune. No one but myself and one other knows how large, or where it is, “Half of this fortune belongs to my daugh- ter, Sunshine. The other half will be paid to the man who carries out my commands and exe-~ cutes my revenge.” The eyes of Valentine Vassar sparkled. aay at this revenge,” he said—‘‘in what does it consist?” ‘Listen. The man who ruined my home is rich and influentia), and I honestly believe he loves my child as muchas if she were his own. It would be a sore blow for him to lose ber—the first part of the revenge, therefore, will be to tear the girl away from him and place her for- ever beyond his reach, but where not the least harm can come to her. ‘*-Your second work will be to reduce the man to be gary, so that he will be deserted by every friend e has in this region, “Your third act will be then to visit him, re- hearse to him all I have told you, and apvrise him that it was the vengeance of Willard Win- slow. Then kill him! When he is dead, give my daughter her liberty, reunite her to her sis- ter here, and let her know their existing rela- tionship. When you have done this you will re- ceive from Sunshine here one-half of the for- tune I have left behind, * Pail in any one point, and you get nota far- thing!” ‘““What surety have I that I will get this re- ward, after I have carried out the injunction?” Vassar asked. ‘‘ Women are mighty uncertain you know.” ‘Never fear. Sunshine has sworn to pay when my wishes have been executed. But, you are to understand that you are in no way tu molest ber, and any ill-treatment to the other daughter will forfeit all your claims. Do you understand?” “* Perfectly!” “And do you for tbe consideration I have named, solemnly swear by your God, and hope of forgiveness in the hereafter, to faithfully ex~- ecute the vendetta I have directed?” Valentine Vassar arose to his feet, and bold- ing his right hand aloft, he cried, in a firm tone: I swear |” “It is well, The compact is sealed. Now bend your ear close, and I will name your man!" Vassar obeyed; an instant later, nodded. “ Very well!” he assented. “Now, I want you to remain here, unti] I am dead, so as to assist in my burial,” Storm Cloud said. ‘As for the old man, yonder, order him y. He is not welcome!” “Great rip-snortin’ ham-bone, Ye needn’t take thet trouble!” Avalanche cried, springing to his feet. ‘‘I wouldn’t be hyer when you kick the bucket, ye old cuss, fer all ther gold in the Rockies, ’ca’se the devil wil) be sure to be present ter claim ye, an’I ain’t hankerin’ ter shake hands wi’ him, yet awhile!” And opening the door, he let himself out into = with its drizzling rain, and piercing w
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- ed, “I aire Annihilator, and ther third rib o’ ther Terrific Triangle, which same consarn aire a double- distilled decoction of devastation and demorali- 4 CHAPTER IV. OLD AVALANCHE ON THE DICKER. WHEN Judge Justin Gilbert aroused to con- sciousness, he found himself in bed, tn his own house. The lamp was lit, and three persons were seated at his bedside—his housekeeper, Mrs. Blum; a strange, heavy bearded man, whom he recognized as the sheriff of that district, one Hopkins by name; and his errand boy, Jimmy Junebug. “Thar, he ain’t dead, after all! I know’d he was better than a dozen stiffs!” Jimmy cried, as oe judge opened his eyes, and sat bolt up- right. % My dear sir, we were afraid you had given up the ghost,” the sheriff remarked. ‘‘ You’ve lain like a corpse, for thirty-six hours!” ‘* Like a co ” the judge echoed, passing his hand over his forehead, as if his wits were at ook. ‘What has been the matter with me ‘‘ Why, we found you lying in your office, like a dead man, and you have lain in a trance like a Swoon, ever since.” ‘*T remember, I fainted,” the judge respond- ed, with a slight shudder, and he suddenly re- ained his memory, and his mind went back to the letter he had received from Prince Pistol.” The shock at the loss of my child did it. Have you found her, sheriff?” ‘Alas! no, judge, I am ag Bie say we haven't. I happened in town about the time the alarm was given and took personal charge of the search that has been made. We have scoured every foot of the country in every di- rection, for miles around, without finding the least clew, and at last, exhausted and discour- aged, have been forced to abandon the search!” “Did you find a letter on the floor of my of- fice when you found me?” “Ay, and read it. But if there is such an outlaw in these parts as Prince Pistol, he is a new-comer, and has never made himself known Do you think your daughter is in his “Would not his letter signify so? It said— ‘this is the first blow!’ ” “Very true. But, have you no idea who this Prince Pistol is? Have you not in view some enemy who might seek to injure you?” ‘*T do not know that I have an enemy in the whole world!” Then the matter is certainly enveloped in im- penetrable mystery!” the sheriff declared, “‘ for surely, be she living or dead, your daughter is not within a radius of ten miles from here!” ‘* Well, she shall be found, if I have to expend every cent I have in the world!” the judge an- nounced, with a fire of determination. ‘* leave the room, now, while I rise and dress, and I will join you im the parlor, directly. What time is it?’ ‘Seven in the evening. But are you strong ry cn to rise, judge?” pa 9 ae | feel as strong as a young bull. Ill join you in a few minutes.” “Well, when you come down, boss,” spoke up Jimmy Junebu , * you'll find a queer methuse- lah in the parlor, w’at’s been there all day, waitin’ for you to come to,” ‘* Who is he, and what does he want?” “Dunno! He sez he’s an avalanche, an anni- hilator, an’ a triangle, an’ all that sort o’ biz, an’ wants to see you on portant bizness, “We tried ter induce him ter take a walk for the benefit o’ his health, but he allowed ef we teched him he’d shute yer house so full o’ holes ae could sift pertaters thru et. Gosh! down in ew Yorik, sech a feller’d make a fortune on the stage!” ** T’ll soon see who he is!” the judge said with a scowl, and then the others left the room. The judge was not long in making his toilet, after which he descended to the parlor, where he found, in addition to the sheriff and Jimmy Junebug, (who made himself as much to home as though a priveleged member of the family) our veteran friend, Old Avalanche. The scout was seated complacently in the easiest chair in the room, and evidently enjoy- ing himself quite handsomely. Well, sir, who are you?” the judge demand- ed, advancing toward him, with a frown, ‘‘ and what’s your business?” Avalanche arose seicuing A ‘* Tf it pleases 7 mighty highness,” he answer- Old Avalanche, ther Great Injw zation. P’r’aps ye may have heerd o’ me?” ‘“No! I never heard of you. What do you want here?” Prince Pistol. “*T want ter see about my pard!” ““Who’s yer pard? What do I know about him?” ‘Yer orter know su’thin’, when ye’ve got him locked up in yer jail. His name is Dick Bristol, but more oftener he’s called Deadwood Dick, Junior. That’s ther percise chap I came to see erbout, by ther great antediluvian ham-bone!” ‘* So that rascal ie yer pard, eh?” “No, that rascal ain’t my pard, but thet gen- tleman aire, an’ a squarer and whiter feller never straddled a hoss, you bet!” “Well, sir, hell not be apt to straddle a horse very soon, again!” ““An’ why not, cunnel? What’s Dick did, thet ye’ve got him locked up? If you’d be so kind, I’d like ter hear ther full perticklers, fer Dickey an’ I have mated tergether a good while un’ I never know’d him ter do a crooked thing,” and the Annibilator brushed a tear from his eye, and his voice was husky. Gilbert surveyed him, keenly, and then seated himself. ‘Well, I will tell you, since you seem to think so much of the fellow,” he rejoined. ‘‘ A week ago, Mr. Fowler, one of our leading citizens, went for a ride, up the gulch. Not returning at the proper time, a party was sent out to in- vestigate. They found his body over in Bear canyon. He was dead—had been shot through the heart, and robbed of a large sum of money. His horse could nowhere be found. ‘A search was made, however, and about thirty miles from the scene of the murder, this Richard Bristol was found. He not only had Fowler’s horse in his possession, but also a large sum of money—the same amount, about, that Fowler had been robbed of, “The circumstances were so suspicious that he was arrested, brought before me, and given a trial, and was sentenced. He will be hung, day after to-morrow, at ten o’clock, providing a mob don’t take him out of jail, and lynch him before the day of his execution arrives. That’s all, sir!” “Well, I reckon et ain’t, boss,” Avalanche declared, sternly. ‘“ [’ve gota few eperdemic remarks ter make afore I mazourky off. Ye convicted Dickey on purely sarcumstanshal evi- dence, didn’t ye?” “Well, you can call it that if you please, That is your way of thinking. I was judge, be- lieved him guilty, and sentenced him. So that’s all there is of it!” “Waal, et ain’t, by er long shot. Ther hoss war found in roe persession, an’ thes fac’ coupled wi’ that thet you allowed had a boodle o’ money wi’ him—jes’ fer thet you allowed he’d better swing! Waal! waal! by ther great an- tediluvan ham-bone. Ef that don’t dog the cat! What did Dickey say, when he war catch- ed wi’ ther hoss in his persession?” ‘Oh! he said he found it wandering in the mountains and thought he’d keep it with him until he could find some owner. Of course, it would be natural for him to say that, to shield himself. So there’s no use of talking any more about it. He is guilty of both ro bery and murder, and must pay the penalty. You'd bet~- ter be going, old gent!” “By ther smokin’ St. Peter, I won’t go till I get ready, an’ thar ain’t enough o’ ye to make me go!” Avalanche declared, indignantly. ‘I tell ye, Dickey sha’n’t hang, an’ I’ve a mule an’ a goat ter prove et. I'll bu’st ther Terrific Tri- angle ter thunder, afore he shall hang, you bet. Ther Government won’t allow ye ter hang him! Thar! now!”. “What has the Government to say about the matter?’ Gilbert asked, curiously, and a trifle uneasily. ‘*Oh! you'll find out, ef ye don’t see him free. I want yer ter know that Dick Bristol aire a Government detective, and has got the papers to show for it. He’s bu’sted up more outlawry in different parts o’ the West, in the last year or two, than any dozen other detectives, an’ I’ve helped him, severial times. Tork erbout Deadwood Dickey bein’ a murderer an’ a thief! —why I’ve a notion ter set the hull triangle in motion an’ clean out the crowd 0’ you!” ‘He claimed he was a detective at the trial,” the judge said, addressing the sheriff, “‘ but I didn’t take any stock init!” Then, turning to Avalanche: ‘If he is a Government detective, where’s his papers?” “T've got ’em, myself. He give them to me, for safe keepin’, fearin’ he’d lose ’em. We trav- el tergether purty much, an’ he know’d he could get ’em most any time he wanted ’em.” ‘* Let’s see them!” The papers were produced, and examined by _ both the judge and the sheriff, after which they were returned to the Annihilator, s *‘ The papers appear all right,” the judge ad-- mitted, ‘‘ but I cannot assume the responsibility” of releasing the fellow on their account.” ‘* Judge,” spoke up the sheriff, ‘‘if this Bristel is smart enough in his line of business to win Government favors, he would be a good man to- put on your case, I should think!” “Yas, ef ther judge hev a case thet Dickey and I can’t figger out, Pll sell out cheap, and bu’st up ther triangle forever—so help me, by ther hoary-headed ham-bone! Dickey ner me never lost a case yet!” Avalanche most decisively as-. serted. ‘“*T have lost a daughter. Do you think you —_ find her?” the judge asked, with a sarcastic smile. Avalanche started, whistled, and looked hard at the Mayor of Cascade City. ** Lost a daughter, eh? Since when?” ** A couple of days ago.” ‘* How did ye lose her?” “That is more than I can tell. She mys- teriously disappeared from her room during the night, and although an extended search has beem made, no trace can be found of her.” The Annihilator gave the judge a penetrating: glance with his keen little eyes. “Was she your daughter?” he asked. “Why, certainly,” replied the judge, flushing: a trifle. ‘““Whose else’s daughter would she be? “JT did not know but what she might have: been your wife's, you know!” Gilbert looked puzzled. ‘* What are you driving at?” he demanded, “Oh! nothin’ much, I’ve got another ques- tion to ax ye, afore I can tell ye whether we: could do anything for you or not. Did yer ever know a man called Willard Winslow?” Judge Gilbert started violently, turned death- ly pale, and sprung excitedly to his fect. “ What do you know about Willard Winslow?” he hoarsely demanded, taking a step toward the: veteran. ‘‘ Speak! quick, or Pll throttle you!” ‘‘Nary throttle!” Avalanche coolly replied, poking a six-shooter in front of his judgeship’s: nose, with a suddenness that caused him to re- treat. ‘‘ Ef thar’s any throttlin’ to be done: eround this shebang, Ill do thet same myself, by um! So now, go back to yer cheer an’ squat, or by the great horned frog o’ Hong Kong, I'll fill ye so full o’ perforations thet you'll answer fer a. water-filter. Git!” And the judge did git, but not without a growl of disgust. ‘“*Now then, thet’s right,” Avalanche com- mented, as the judge seated himself. ‘‘ Yer actin’ sensible now. Thar ain’t no ’tarnal use: uv an ordinary man buckin’ ag’in’a ragin™ whirlwind o’ demolition like ther third consecu- tive part of ther Terrific Triangle, which same: aire myself.” a at do you know of Willard Winslow?” the judge repeated, white with passion. ‘ Out, with it!” ‘‘Mebbe yer wouldn’t like ter have me tell jest all I know, right afore yer company hyer,’” ‘Avalanche retorted with a grin, ‘‘an’ then again, 1 may know a purty good deal about you thet ye wouldn’t like to hev made public!” Gilbert winced. **So we'll let thet subjeck drap,” Avalanche. continued. ‘Ef you want yer gal back, why, just release my partner from jail, an’ we'll hev yer gal back to ye in s’prisin’ short time!” ‘¢ Tf you know where she is, I can force you to tell me,” the judge said, sternly. Avalanche snorted, “*So could ye force buckwheat cakes out of a. telegraff pole,” he retorted. ‘ Nary force about this hyer eperdemic, nary time! Thar ain’t enuff steam-power in seven States to force a se- cret out o’ yer humble sarvent, lessen he wants: ter elucidate. Ef ye want ter dicker wi’ ther Great Annihilator, you’ve got to release his pard, by Bi No Dickey, no dicker.” Judge Gilbert turned despairingly to Sheriff Hopkins. Fopkins, what do you think about the mat- ter?” he asked in despair. ; ; “Well, judge, I would not like to advise, but I know what I should doif it were my case.” “You'd set the fellow at liberty?” “‘T should, providing he and this old chap will take charge of your case and try to find your daughter.’ : “But the populace—what would they say? They would be wild; they'd raise a riot. They’re bent on see the fellow hung, and even if he were set at liberty, they’d string him up with- out mere ” “The fellow must leave town to carry out his: mission, so escape could easily be arranged. I caught afterward it would be his own lookout.’””
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3 oner, and bring him here without discovery?” Prince Pistol. 5 ‘* But would he take hold of the job?” ** Pll vouch for that,” Old Avalanche declar- ed. ‘Dickey and I will do the thing up brown, ef I says so.” ‘* But who’s going to take the responsibility of releasing him from jail?’ the judge demanded. **T don’t want to show my hand.” ‘That is not necessary,” Hopkins assured. ‘‘ I have a private key to the jail.” ** And do you think you can release the pris- ‘“T haven’t a doubt of it.” ‘*'Then go at once,” the judge cried, excitedly. “¢T will have my daughter back at all hazards, ‘Go, and lose not a moment’s time!” CHAPTER V. THE FYE AND THE TOOTH. SHERIFF HOPKINS accordingly took his depar- ture, and when he had gone, Judge Gilbert turned to young Junebug, who was taking a world of comfort in one of the easy-chairs. “Jimmy, you can run down to the post-office and see if there is any mail for me, and you need not hurry back, as I wish to have a word in ‘private with this gentleman.” James arose and left the room, looking and feeling rather crestfallen. He had been an attentive listener to the conversation; his boyish curiosity had been aroused; and what is more potent than boyish curiosity? He would have given a deal to have overheard what transpired between the ada and the Annihilator; but as it was bread and butter for him to obey, and a discharge to disobey, he con- cluded that it would be his wisest course to hold fast to the bread and butter; so he took his way leisurely to the post-office. When the boy left the house, the judge turned his attention to Old Avalanche. ‘* Now look here, my friend,” he said; ‘* I want to know just who and what you are?” ‘*Great snortin’ Spartacus! Hevn’t 1 told you who I was? What in thunderation more d’ye want?” ‘‘You haven’t told me what you are, how- ever.” “* Oh, hevn’t 1? Well, I’m a sort of a cross between ther Darwinian Gyasticuticus and a ‘Cochin China idol. Ther’ may be a little grizzly bear an’ buckin’ Lurro mixed, but Tl swear ‘ther’ ain’t no coyote ner turkey buzzard. If—” ‘* Nonsense! hat calling do you follow for ‘a livelihood?” ‘* Well, as ther hangman sed to the stiff, that depends. Most generally when I’m near where there is a howtel, I follers ther calling o’ ther dinner-bell. When I ain’t, I hunt, trap, pros- pect, shoot, scalp, eat, sleep and raise a devas- tatin’ blizzard o’ demolition!” **Enough of that blarney.. Answer my ques- ‘tions fairly and squarely, or it will be the worse for you and your friend, too!” Gilbert cried, now thoroughly angered. ‘‘ Are you aware that I am judge of this town?” ‘“ Waal, I sh’u’d judge that ye war,” was the ‘reply, given with imperturbable gravity. ‘** Answer my questions without any more of hia funny business, or Deadwood Dick shall ang without any ot my interference!” Gilbert cried, furiously. ‘* Waal, go ahead.” ** Are you a detective?” “‘T reckon ma sortér one.” ‘‘ How did you ever learn the name of Willard “Winslow?” ‘* By seein’ the chap hisself.” ‘* Where?” “Oh, ’way up in ther mountings.” ‘‘ What was he doing?” ** Croakin’!” “What?” “ Kickin’ the bucket.” “Ah! Did he say anything about me to “you?” ** Not to me.” “To whom, then?” ‘** A chap who called hisself Valentine Vassar. He told ther hull story 0’ how you broke up ‘his home, stole his wife away, an’ wrecked his life!” ‘Tt’ false!” Gilbert cried, fiercely. ‘Don’t ye call me a liar, or PU scalp ye!” and Avalanche whipped a knife from his belt and sprung suddenly to his feet. “‘ By ther great ham-bone that played base-ball wi’ old oner, no!” 3 “Stop! stop!” the judge exclaimed, now thoroughly alarmed. ‘I didn’t mean that what you said was false; I meant that it was false that I ever stole any man’s wife, much ess Willard Winslow’s. Why did he tell all this to the man called Valentine Vassar?” ———teee — ‘* Waal, it appears there’s a vendetta against you, created by this Winslow and to be execut- ed by Vassar. Winslow leaves behind a big fortune, an’ when Vassar carries out the ven- detta to the end he’s ter have half the fortin’. Leastwise, that’s how I understood it, First, this Vassar aire to steal away yer gal an’ se- crete her beyond yer reach; then, he’s to scheme toruin ye and get away yer fortin’; an’ lastly he is to tell ye who set him on to do it, an then, kill ye outright, after which half the for- tin’ is his, Oh! it’s all cut and dried, an’ yer name aire sooner or later, D-e-n-den-n-i-s-nis— Dennis!” Judge Gilbert had grown very pale, and a tremor ran over his figure. “Great God! this is fearful. Am I, who never harmed anybody, to be made the victim of such a diabolical scheme as this? Verily, Willard Winslow, you cannot rest easy in your grave. Tell me, scout, when, where and how you came to learn all this?” Avalanche obeyed by narrating the circum- stances of his adventure on the mountain about a week before. The judge listened with rapt attention. ‘*Then, you are not sure that Winslow really died?” he asked. ‘* Well, no—not positively, perzackly, though I allow et wouldn’t pay to bet he didn’t die.” “Do you think you could find that hut again?” ‘*Dunno, fer sart’in. Et war powerful dark, that night, an’ I couldn’t tell head or tail which away I was going; I aliow, however, I might find et after some search,” At this juncture Jimmy Junebug entered, and that put a stop to further conversation. ‘“* This war in the post-offis, guv’nor,” he said, handing the judge a paste-board box about three inches square by one in thickness, “Very well, Jimmy, You can run out now, aoe see if the housekeeper don’t want something of you. immy left the room as directed, but not without some reluctance. ‘* Bet a bat ef them two fellers go searchin’ fer Miss Gracie, I’m one o’ the party. I wasn’t never born to be a lackey fer no one, an’ et goes ag’in’ the grain. Ef I kin only hook on to some weapons, somehow, I’m goin’ erlong. Reckon I'll let the housekeeper go to blazes, while I go foragin’ fer shootin’-irons.” And, instead of seeking the domestic quarters, he put on his hat and left the house. The box Judge Gilbert had received from Jimmy was directed to ‘‘ Justin Gilbert.” Not without manifest eagerness did he remove the cord wrapped around it, Old Avalanche watching him narrowly. It was evident the keen-eyed old Annihilator had not the greatest amount of confidence in this rotund Mayor of Cascade vay After removing the twine, Judge Gilbert raised the lid. a Then, there pealed from _his lips such a yell of horror, as to bring Old Avalanche in a twinkling to his side. What the Annihilator saw caused him also to give utterance to an exclamation of surprise, n the bottom of the box was a small piece of ordinary card-board, and affixed to this, glassy, staring and horrible to look at, was a human eye, while near it was a large doubie- pronged tooth, also belonging to a human being. The eye had evidently only recently been re- moved from its socket, being covered only by a m. And truly appalling sight the two things were! Written just below the eye, on the card, was the suggestive legend: ‘** An eye for an eye and a tooth fora tooth!” Little wonder Justin Gilbert sat staring at the ominous present, nearly frozen with terror. Even Old Avalanche, who, in his eventful career, had passed through many strange ex- riences—ay! terrible experiences—could not help shuddering. e was the first to break the silence. ‘Great ham-bone that paralyzed the larnyx of old Joner! Ef thet ain’t a red-bot Christ- mas present, then I don’t kno’. Lordy Limer- ick! Ef I war ter get sech an omen as thet, I'd go straight off an’ hev my tailor make me a funeral suit, by gum! Jedge, et looks kinder like thet war another piece o’ vendetta bizness, hey?” Gilbert nodded assent. He was as pale as death, and trembling like a eaf, ; ‘¢ Yes!” he said, huskily, ‘‘ it was undoubtedly sent with a view of torturiug me. My God! | what have I ever doue, to merit this?” ‘’ yourself, boss. ‘Waal! I allow ye orter know that, best, Et do appear thet ye must ha sometime did somethin’ ter stir up this appetite fer revenge ag’in’ ye!” ‘*No! no! never! I have never injured any , one. Avalanche, it is evident what you have told me is true. A vendetta has been inspired against me, and they intend to drag me down to death, by inches. See here! I am rich, and able to pay you well. Money is no object to me, compared with life. Hunt down this Valentine Vassar, and kill him, and Vl give you five thousand dollars!” ‘“ Waal, et may be he kin be hunted down jedge, but ef thar’s any killin’ ter be did, you'll on todo that, yerself. I ain’t takin’ on any jobs like that fer money. Ef I heda grndge ag’in’ a feller, nuff ter kill him, ’'d most likely make him think a hailstarm o’ demolition hed struck him, but when et comes ter killin’ fer wages ther third rib o’ ther Terrific Triangle ain’t thar!” ‘*Then, capture the accursed scoundrel, and I'll take the responsibility of killin’ him myself!” * Well, wait till Dickey arrives, an’ we'll see erbout it.’ Ah! I opine heer they come, now!” True enough, footsteps were heard in the hall and, a moment later, Sheriff Hopkins entered the parior, accompanied by the young Prince of Western sleuths, Dick Bristol, or Deadwood Dick, Jr. No perceptible change has been wrought in the young man, since last we met him, He is the same sturdy, handsome, dashing young fel- low, with flashing eyes, and waving ir; strong-limbed and agile, and brave and fearless as a lion, j Imprisonment has taken none of the healthful glow from his cheeks. With firm step, and erect carriage he follows the sheriff into the room. He shows no awe, no confusion at being conducted into the presence of the man who had sentenced him to death, Rather there is an expression upon his smooth, handsome face that seems to say: ‘Sir, I have come, Say what you have to say, but remember I crave no odds of you!” His wrists are confined by the bracelets of the law, but he does not appear to mind them in the least. ; Old Avalanche sprung forward with a cry of joy, as he saw his pard, and seized him by the manacled hands, ‘Dicky, old boy, I’m glad to see yer,” almost tearfully cried the Annihilator, ‘‘ by the great ham-bone I am, but sorry ter see a chap o’ yer | caliber dishonored by sech things as handcuffs, But don’t fret. Ther Terrific Triangle aire still extant, an’ they won’t allow thet precious neck o’ yourn to be stretched, an’ don’t you fergit et!” Then, in an undertone, he added: * Accept the terms offered you !” Dick nodded, and turned his attention to the judge, who was conversing with Hopkins, A moment later, Gilbert approached. ‘“ Young man,” he said, ‘ are you aware why you have been taken from jail, and brought ere?” “*Can’t say I have the least idea,” Dick replied coolly. ‘‘I presume there isan object behin + ae ‘““ Well, there is, But for me, sir, you would erish upon the gallows, a fate at which the sale men shrink in ‘“T have faced death a dozen times, and never flinched yet,” was the retort. ‘Then, truly, you are braver than most men. Thave had you released from prison, and brought here, to give you liberty. In doing this, both the sheriff and myself are running great per- sonal risks, for, did the people of Cascade City know that we were concerned in liberating you, they would string us up, without mercy!” “Well,” Dick replied, ‘1 am not aware that I have as yet cried for quarter. You sentenced me to death, and I accepted the conviction with- out a murmur.” ; “Very true. Dll give you credit for that. But, vour liberation is not unconditional!” “Oh! it is not?” , ‘“Of course not. There is something you will have to do, in order to secure your release—that is, something you will have to promise to do.” ‘“Well, go ahead, “You are the orator—I the audience!” ; ‘‘ Humpb! you're cool about it!” “No use of getting overheated, as I see; be- sides, you know, I just came out of the cooler,” was the reply. A “Very good—extremely good. But, to busi- ness. hat I have to say is this: your friend here, has proven to my satisfaction that you are a detective of more than ordinary . JNA
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6 ability. I am in need of such a man, to take charge of a case. My daughter has been stolen from rie by an enemy who has his stronghold in or about this town and vicinity. If you will promise to restore her to me, I will guarantee you your liberty!” ‘ Before making any rash ah weet IT should a to have a private conference with Ava- che,” was Dick’s unsatisfactory answer. CHAPTER VI. READY FOR BUSINESS, Justin GiteeRtT eyed Deadwood Dick, Junior, half-angrily, half-admiringly, A man of good judgment, he plainly saw that Dick, though a prisoner and under death-sen- tence, was no boy to deal with, but one whose will was hike steel, and therefure the very person to enlist in the search for lost Gracie. So his answer to Dick’s suggestion was: “Very well, Hopkins and I will retire and ive you and Avalanche the parlor to yourselves or half an hour, trusting of course you are gen- tlemen enough not to attempt to escape.” ** You need have no fears on that score,” Dick replied quietly. ‘* You will find me here when you return.” Accordingly, the judge and Hopkins sought another room and opened a bottle of wine. “That fellow is a cool cuss!” the judge ob- served. **You can stake your life he is,” Hopkins re- plied, ‘‘and as nervy asheis cool. He’s just the chap you want to work up your case, and to look into this vendetta business.” “Sothink. But it struck me that he was not quite disposed to have anything to do with it ” **Oh! he'll take hold of it fast enough, with- out a doubt. He wanted to confer with his friend, to find out what he could, before he made any positive promise.” ‘Perhaps if I would tender him a sum of money, it would be an incentive?” ** Don’t you doit, Don’t you doit,” the sheriff said advisingly. ‘‘Ican read that fellow, evi- dently, better than you. While it is not im- Sart that he will undertake the job for his beration, he is one of those fellows who would scorn to take your money. There’s too much independence in him for that.” Promptly when half an hour was up, there was arap on the parlor door, announcing the termination of the conference between the two rds, Pethe judge and Hopkins accordingly re-entered the parlor. “Mr, Gilbert,” Dick said, ‘‘ Avalanche and I have had a consultation, and have but little doubt but what we can recover your daughter. But, before I promise you to devote my atten- tion to the case, in event of my release, I must have a private interview with you. There are afew points I must fully understand as pre- liminary to my final decision,” “ Very well, sir, the interview shall be granted. Avalanche, you and the sheriff can go out this time. You will find some good wine in the closet in the dining-room, First, however, sheriff, remove those bracelets from Bristol’s wrists, I have no fear that he will try to escape.” The handcuffs were accordingly removed; then , the Annihilator and the sheriff retired, When Dick and the judge were seated, the former said: “Now, Mr. Gilbert, as I said, I do not doubt but what we can recover your daughter and re- store her to you. As a team, Avalanche and [ work well together, and seldom fail. We must, however, know just what lies behind all this trouble, and if 1 ask you some very personal quest/ons I hope you will have no hesitation in answering them. [f you wish me to work en- tirely for your best interests you must make me your confidant, Whatever you confide to me of course, is kept in sacred confidence, ‘Now, Avalanche has been telling me about this adventure of his on the mountain, and all he learned there, and about the vendetta being placed ent te by this Storm Cloud, other- wise Willard Winslow, to be executed by a man —a chance acquaintance Avalanche had made— who called himself Valentine Vassar, Do you know this Vassar?” ‘i + No; haven’t the slightest idea who or what e is. ** Avalanche suspects that your daughter has fallen into this man’s hands, according to the terms of the vendetta. Do you?” ‘“That seems to be the most reasonable theory {can form, sir.” “ Avalanche also tells me you deny tie state- “ kriiuce Pistol. ment Winslow made concerning family affairs; that is, in regard to your estranging his wife’s affections, and afterward living with her?” ‘*T do most emphatically deny it; it is wick- edly false.” ‘* Yet you turned pale when you heard Wins- low’s name mentioned, and grew furious? You, accordingly, if Winslow’s story is incorrect, must have a secret. Am I not right?” ‘* Well, perhaps.” “*T thought so Now, another thing: Js or is not the girl who has been stolen from you your own flesh and blood ?” ‘*She is my daughter. I am her real father.” * And the girl at Storm Cloud’s hut?” ‘*Ts her sister.” “Her own sister?” “Her half-sister.” ‘* Ah!” and Dick gazed down at the carpet, re- flectively. Then he went on: ** Avalanche tells me that some thirty-six or forty hours ago, while in your office, you re- ceived a mysterious letter, signed ‘ Prince Pis- tol, King of the West,’ and that, on reading it, you fainted dead away, cnly recovering con- sciousness a short time ago. The contents of the letter were to the effect that the first blow had been struck, and warned you to beware of the second!” Gilbert bit his nether lip and scowled. ‘*Where did your friend acquire so much in- formation?” he demanded. “Why, he heard it about town. Halfa dozen read the letter before your friend, the sheriff, got hold of it, and it isnow the gossip of the place. Now, Mr. Gilbert, you must have had strong reason for fainting over that letter. You must know this Prince Pistol, as he signs him- self?” “Well, what if Ido? That has nothing to do with the case I have given you to attend to.” ‘‘Maybe not; maybe yes. It’s this way with me: I want to know whatI am working at. There’s a mystery back of all this which must be revealed before I undertake the job. Tt involves not vgn you. but the two gir's, Wil- lard Winslow, Valentine Vassar, and Prince Pistol. In recovering the one you call your daughter, and restoring her to you, I might be doing some one else a greatinjury.’ ‘* Nonsense! Gracie is my own flesh and blood, What my secret is I must decline to tell you. It has no connection whatever with your rescuing my daughter.” ‘¢-You know who this Prince Pistol is?” “T do not know, but I perhaps might suspect. Yet Iam not at liberty to give away my sus- picion.” “Do you think Prince Pistol and Valentine Vassar are one and the same person?” “‘Candidly, I do not know what to think. They may be, or they may not be. However, I will tell you what Pll do: If, while searching for my daughter, you can capture either one or both of the men, as the case may be, and send for me and turn them over into my custody, it will be worth five thousand dollars apiece to you and your partner, Now, thav’s all.’ ‘‘ Which is equivalent to saying I can take the case as it is, or let it alone? ** Exactly.” “Very well. I will take the case as itis. But how am I toknow your daughter?) What sortof a looking girl is she?” ‘¢T will give you her picture. Hereitis. She is eighteen years of age, fair complexioned, with light brown hair and hazel eyes.’ “Very well. Asit appears I have got about all the information I can now obtein, I reckon [ and Avalanche better adjourn to a place of safety, and arrange our plans.” _“ Wait! Before you go let me return you the money that was taken from you at the time of your arrest. Ihave no longer a doubt but what it teas belongs to you.” : P ‘Thank you. It will certainly come in handy.” nf “« And if you will step into the adjoining room you are free to select from my excellent stock such weapons as you may need. I always have a good supply, accumulated by loans of money. Let me advise you, however, to look out for yourself. 1f you are caught again by the people it will go hard with you.” “ Never fear. Ill not let em nab me again. I can meet you on the street, to-morrow, and you wouldn’t know me.” kim Seal ‘¢That reminds me. Prince Pistol’s notice, and another warning I have received, leads me to believe that the chap is not located far from here; indeed, he may be in the town now.” Dick thoroughly armed himself, and soorm after he and Old Avalanche took their de- parture. “Tf I don’t unravel this mystery, I'll chaw my own ear off!” was Dick’s unspoken resolve. CHAPTER VII. VASSAR SHOWS HIS CLOVEN HOOF. LET us now go back to the mountain hut on the night which opened our story. Not long after the departure of Old Avalanche Storm Cloud died. Valentine Vassar and Sunshine watched by the bedside, until the last, and when life had become: extinct, Vassar gently closed the eyes of the her- mit, and folded his arms across his breast. When all was over Sunshine simply gave @ long-drawn sigh—more of relief than of grief— and turned away from the death-bed, Vassar gazed after her, with something like a. smile flitting over his face as he seated himself before the ruddy fire upon the hearth, into whose: depths Sunshine now stood silently gazing. ** Well, it’s all over,” he remarked, by way of drawing her into conversation. ‘*- Yes, all over,” was the brief reply, ‘‘ all ex- cept the burial to-morrow.” ‘ And unless I am mistaken, miss, you are not extremely sorry?” ‘Well, no, lamnot. Thavealways been kept pee up here, away from other people I have: onged for friends and associates, but they have: been denied me, for Storm Cloud well earned the name—he ruled with an inflexible will. There- fore it can scarcely be wondered at that I am: not sorry itis all over, and I am free to go whither I will.” “*T presume you will remain here, until the- vendetta is carried out?’ Vassar interrogated. ** Possibly—possibly not. Imay go down to: Cascade City, where are those of my own sex. I have no interest in the vendetta, whatever, more’ Hone to pay over the money when the work is: one, **'You had better give up your idea of going: to Cascade City!” * And why so?” ‘*For a very good reason. That old skinflint. of a scout will most Jikely head for the town, and when it was found out that yeu were Storm Cloud’s daughter, you would find your reception: anything but gratifying, I can assure you.” unshine looked thoughtful. There was wis- dom in Vassar’s advice. That she wouid be: looked upon with suspicion, even if she was not: given serious trouble, was quite likely to happen. “Instead of going to Cascade City,” Vassar: continued, ‘* you had best accompany me!” = renin you. sir!” ‘Even so. Storm Cloud did not die knowing: me in my true character. Instead of being Vas- sar, an Eastern gentleman, Iam Prince Pistol,. King of the West, or, in other words, a road- agent. Not many miles from here, I have an: invulnerable stronghold, where you can have all’ the comforts of a home, and, in due time the companionship of your sister, Grace. I have a. dozen men to guard my rendezvous, and there- fore you would have both comfort and safety!” Sunshine watched him in great amazement as: he spoke. ** And so you are a robber?” she repeated. ** Oh, no,” was the cool reply, ‘‘ simply a gen- tleman road-agent, who preys upon the rich, and relieves the poor in distress. Prince Pistol is: not the man to take a farthing from a poor per- son; on the contrary, it is the rich whom I seek: to despoil of their hoards. If you will accept. the protection and hospitality of my camp, we will go to-morrow, after burying your father.” ‘*No! no!” Sunshine hastened to say, ‘‘ I can- not go. I will stay here at the hut until va sis-: ter is restored to me, and then we will go East,. and live in peace and quiet.” “* But I say you must go!” Vassar—or Prince Pistol, as we shall afterward know him—firmly declared. ‘I could not think of allowing you to: remain here, alone and unprotected. You must: accompany me!” ** But I will not go!” Sunshine cried, stamp- oe her foot impetuously, while her eyes flashed.. “T am no coward, and notafraid to remain here, I can defend myself better than most men, eith- er with rifle, revolver or bowie. So I shall re- main here!” Prince Pistol made no response, but decided: ‘¢ We shall see about it, my pretty fairy. The bee Mie the West may have a word to say about at. / The night passed with only now and then a word being spoken, and at last day dawned, clear- and bright, leaving no trace of the previous, night’s storm, except the rain-drops clinging te the foliage.
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Prince Pistol. thet Valentine Vassar aire one and the same persons.” : ‘*T haven’t a doubt of it.” ‘‘Well, what’s to be did? We've taken the job of findin’ the gal, I s’pose?” ‘* Yes, and we'll find her. They let me out of jail when there seemed no hope of escape, and I will keep my promise if I die for it.” ‘*Great ham-bone, course ye will! Never know’d ye ter break faith with any one yet. But, et’s goin’ to be a mighty hen-hum of a job, ye ken bet your sweet life!” ‘* Possibly; but we are the boys who are equal to the emergency, eh, old pard?” ‘* Rip snortin’ cme See turtles! your head aire as level as a flap-jack. We aire ther people—we have.traveled, But what aire yer plans?” Dick remained silent a few minutes, evidently And daylight came most welcome to the watch- ers of the dead. Some hewn-out planks were found about the premises, and while Sunshine prepared the morn- ing meal, Vassar set to work at fashioning a rude coffin, which rude though it was, answered the purpose. After breakfast a grave was dug neuar the hut, Sunshine lending a helping hand; then the re- mains of the deceased Hermit were placed in the box, the box in the grave, and all that was earth- ly of Storm Cloud was covered forever from view. Kneeling a few minutes im silent prayer by the grave, Sunshine then arose and Prince Pistol said: ‘* Well, my strange adventure has ended so far as the present is concerne’, and I must return to my camp. Now, Sunshine, I am your friend, as | in deep thought. I will prove to you, and I want you to accom- ‘** Well,” he said, finally, ‘‘I reckon you had many me to my retreat, where everything will | better trip up to that mountain hut, and do a bo done to make it pleasant for you!” little skirmishing. Most likely the girl, Sun- ‘**T must decline, sir,” Sunshine declared, firm- | shine, will remain there or in the vicinity, to see ly. ‘*I shall remain here, for a time, at least.” | that no one steals away the fortune, If so, and ‘* But, listen to reason; I expect to have your | Vassar is in the mountains, he will visit and sister in my power in a few days, and surely, | consult with her. You lie low, and track him you will want to see her.” to his lair, and then come and report, and we'll ‘*T do not know that I have a sister!” soon gobble him up.” ‘*Good idea. And you?” ‘Pll lay around camp here, and keep an eye out. If he is here working his funny ipusines, Tl soon size him up!” ‘* Bet yer life ye will, Dickey! chap as kin do that job, by ther vian ham-bone! So Prudence, “* Indeed? statement?” ‘*T do not even know that he was my father.” ‘* Why, of course he was! Have you not al- ways lived with him?” ‘“*How do I know? I might have been stolen by him when a child! I have sometimes suspect- ed I was of different blood, our natures were so different.” Prince Pistol laughed—a peculiar harsh, grat- ing laugh it was. “You are getting romantic, it strikes me. Never let it bother your mind that Storm Cloud was not your father, for I know he was!” ** How do you know?” “From the very fact that I know more of — personal history than you think I do. But, must not tarry. Is there no inducement by which I can persuade you to accompany me?’ “ None whatever.” Do you doubt your father’s dying Ye’r’ jest ther eat antedilu- eremiaher and I will amble off fer ther mounting at once. But, one thing, Dickey: ye don’t wanter let ’em get onter ye ag’in, or they’ll string ye up, surer than thunder!” ‘* Never fear,” Dick replied, ‘‘ for I shall be on the alert, and besides, I have a good stock of disguises in this vicinity, and can fix myself up so that even you wouldn’t know me.” ** You bet ye can, me boy. Ye’r’ as good at thet sort 0’ biz’ness as war yer predecessor, the Dick of old. Waal, look out fer yerself, fer ther Terrific Triangle aire about ter start off on er eperdemic excursion of devastation an’ demo- lition !” And so saying, the Annihilator arose and left the saloon, Dick soon after following his example. Avalanche made his way to the outskirts, ‘Suppose I try force?” the hilt of a revolver—a self-cocker at that. “If | you are a robber, I fear you not, and any at- | where he had left his two faithful companions “*You had better not try it!” Sunshine re- plied, as, with flashing eyes, she laid a hand on tempt you make at forcing me, in any manner, | on his arrival in town, and found them making Bear that in | the best of the excellent forage. ‘*Come, Prudence, ye or’nery, ugly Arabian charger, edge yerself up heer, whar | kin strad- dle yer back-bone; and you, J eremiaher, gét yer batterin’-ram ready fer work, fer ther Great Triangle aire off on a rampage, an’ ther’s whis- kers on ther moon. Prepare yerself to hump, howl an’ hurrah, an’ thes devastatin’ diabolical deluge o’ demolition will perceed to move.” The Triangle was soon under motion. Although he was not exactly sure of the loca- tion of the Hermit’s hut, Avalanche laid his course as near in the direction of it as he was able, and presumed that if by daybreak he could reach the top of the range, he could readily as- certain his bearings, for seldom the veteran traveled over a strange section that he did not note something which he could readily recall or recognize at another time. He rode along as fast as it was Prudence’s in- clination to progress, and although bismind was busied with the case he was undertaking, ke was none the less alert, Several times he thought he heard sounds as of pursuit, and would halt and listen, but in vain; no sound could he then distinguish. ‘“Dog-goned quare,” he muttered, on one of will resu& in your destruction. mind!” “Oh! well, if you want to stay here, do so!” Prince Pistol retorted, angrily. ‘‘I am sure I don’t care a fig. Tell me one thing before I go: how much am I to expect as my half of the fortune, for carrying out this vendetta?” “That you will never know, until the job is done!” Sunshine quietly replied. : Prince Pistol, evidently much annoyed, strode from the hut, mounted away. t Sunshine gazed after him with studious eyes, ‘¢ He isa bad man!” she murmured, ‘‘ and ke means me no good. I shall have to be on my ard. And in this she was tight. Prince Pistol did propose trouble for her, his horse, and rode CHAPTER VIII. JIMMY JUNEBUG TAKES THE WAR-PATH, Wuen Deadwood Dick, Jr., and Old Ava- lanche left the house of Justin Gilbert, they made their way direct to the ‘‘ Ruthven,” one of the principal saloons of Cascade City, and took seats at a rear table, Dick being in dis- guise. : ‘ these occasions. ‘I could ’a’ sworn I heer’d After ordering drinks and cigars, the Great | hoss’s hoof-strokes then, and the hoss was shod, Annihilator remarked: too, Can’t be I’m follered, for who'd foller mu? —'ceptet was that pesky Prince Pistol, an’ I reckon et ain’t he, fer he’d be purty apt to give me a sockdolager in the back. Well, let’s mawg on!” The night was so dark that he could only dis- tinguish objects a few fect feet from him. On he rode but suddenly halted, with a startled ex- clamation, and his trusty rifle flew quickly to his shoulder. A horseman had wheeled out of the darkness, and drawn rein almost directly in front of him. “Hey! let up, there! Don’t shoot!” cried this apparition, ‘I’m a friend!” ** Great ham-bone, who ther dickens aire ye?” Avalanche dewanded, in amazement. for he could only discern dim outlines of the figure in front of him. ‘“‘T’'m Jimmy Junebug!” was the reply. * * An’ who in thunderation is Jimmy June- ug? j ‘ Well, Dickey, me boy, what d’ye think of it? ‘To tell the Bible truth, Avalanche, I don’t know exactly what to think of it,” Dick replied, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air, and watching it vanish into nothingness, enigma.” ‘* By ther great ham-bone, ye’r’ right. Ye’r’ kinder s’picious, ain’t ye?” “Yes; to tell the truth, I am. This Gilbert has a secret, but he’s chary about giving awa the first item of it. He knows this Storm Cloud, or has known him in the past, and he knows who this Prince Pistol is. There's not a doubt about that, else why did he faint when he re- ceived Pistol’s note, which was before he pos- sessed any knowledge that a vendetta had been declared against him?” rudence, “Tt’s an ‘Yes, them aire facts! Kinder ’pears, too, judgin’ by ’pearances, thet Prince Pistol an 4 cA ‘Why, I’m the kid w’ot runs errands to Mayor Gilbert. Ye see’d me, to-night!” ‘Great ham-bone! An’ w’ot yer doin’ way up heer!” the Annihilator demanded, riding for- ward, and peering at the gamin, who was yng upon a fine horse, and armed to the teeth. ‘““Why, I’m goin’ wi’ you, ter be sure, in s'arch o’ Miss Gracie. I’m J unebug Jim, the Texas ranger.” ““Waal, you’d better Junebug Jim right back ter Cascade City!” Avalanche declared, gruffly “fer yer can’t sashay erlong wi’ this outfit, I tell yer.” ‘““An’ I tell yer I kin, an’ I will!” Jim de- clared, emphatically. ‘‘ Pm jest the hairpin as ror goin’ to ther rescue, an’ yer can’t help yer- self!’ “Can't, hey?” ‘“*Nixee! Maginness! Ef ye won’t let me jog along in yer company, Ill tag on behind, an’ be in at the death, inspite uv yer. Yer don’t know Jimmy Junebug, yet!” and Avalanche was about ready to admit to himself that he did not. ‘*Say, ye durned little gopher, don’t ye know ye’ll get salivated pluin dead?” he cried. ‘*Can’t help that,” retorted James, heroically. ‘* Bound ter see what sport’s goin’ on about this country, ef et costs me a wing.” ““Et'll cost ye yer life!” ‘*Can’t help that. Might’s well peg out when I’m young and innercent as when I’m old an’ sinnerful, like you ” ‘“*'Then ye won’t take the back trail?” ‘*Nixee! Goin’ in ter see the circus. I’m lookin’ fer ther celebration an’ll find it, sure.” “Well, come along, then. Hope to ham-bone you'll get winged afore the night’s over, These yere youth what aire comin’ up, nowadays, hain’t got no more sense than a spavined mule what thinks she kin trot in two-forty!” ** An’ a heap of ’em youth aire too flip for the old Alecks, daddy,” was the gamin’s reply, as he wheeled in alongside the Annihilator, “TI. tell ye there’s no Pairis Green on this bug! [I’m a bug what: come from New York, where they kill stage Injuns by ther hundred!” And thus they rode along, Jimmy Coing near- ly all the talking. It was high daylight when they reached the mountain crest from where they could command a most extensive view. CHAPTER IX, PRINCE PISTOL ABROAD. Arter the departure of Old Avalanche, on his mission to the mountains, Deadwood Dick, Jr., betook himself to a point some four miles be- yond the outskirts, where in an indenture in the mountain-side was a little cave, or rather a niche, for it was hardly large enough to admit of the passage of a man’s body. Reaching into this, up to the shoulder, the de- tictive drew out a canvas bag, which was:tuffed full He emptied its contents upon the ground, and a motley assortment of disguises was revealed. A theatrical wardrobe could hardly have been more complete. This done, Dick began sorting over the cos- tumes, selecting such as he wanted. There were rough and genteel outfits, and Dick chose the latter, and when be had donned the dress the change was remarkable. He represented a man of middle age, rigged out in a neat-fitting dark cloth suit, immaculate white shirt and collar, while for ornaments he wore a diamond stud, a watch and chain, and a seal ring. His head was adorned by asoft black felt. He wore a mass of jet-black hair, and a full black beard and mustache covered the better ortion of his face. He looked the genteel gam- bier to perfection, for the make-up was certainly adm ‘rable. Although the disguise had been effected in ut-— ter darkness, it was all that could be desired, “Well, I guess this will do. I don’t think any one will know me now,” he soliloquized, ‘and so I'll amble back to Cascade. I’ve a large notion that this vendetta villain, Prince Pistol, is haunting the place, and if so, I shall certainly Jay for him, with a vengeance, leaving Old Avalanche to look after the girls.” He restored the other things to their place in the niche, and journeyed rapidly back toward Cascade City. ' The hour was getting late, but the saloons were open and in full blast. , Reaching camp, Dick made a tour of the sa- loons, to see what was going on. Not until he passed the doors of the Ruthven © did he find anything that particularly attracted his attention. Ai ‘aie New +e
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8 ; Prince Pistol. There he observed a party of six gathered around a card-table, playing poker. One was Justin Gilbert, another Sheriff Hop- kins, and the others Dick did not know, although one of them was a flashily-dressed chap, wearing a large amount of jewelry, and sporting a grace- ful mustache, which had been colored jetty black, and waxed out toa point at the ends, He was rather an attractive-looking fellow, except for a sinister sort of look about the eyes. His hands were as small and white as a woman’s, and his fingers manipulated the cards with sur- prising deftness. He evidently was a player of skill and ex- perience. Already he had a large stack of checks in front of him, while the others were wp foe continually, and losing as they bought. ayor Gilbert and the dandy were opposite, so Dick took his position facing Gilbert, that the mayor might have a chance to study him, Dick wishing to see if his disguise would be pene- trated. The mayor did give him several inquiring lances, but rot the least expression of recogni- ion. From the moment Dick took up his position behind the dandy, that player began to lose steadily, until nearly half of his checks had dis- appeared. Then, uttering an oath, he wheeled about. ‘*See here, you fellow, what do you mean by standing behind me and giving my hand away?” he cried, angrily. ‘‘ What d’ye mean, sir?” ** Who’s been giving your hand away?” retort- ed Dick. ** You have, cuss you!” **-You are mistaken,” Dick replied, quietly, ‘*T am not mistaken.” ‘*T reiterate you are.” ‘Youre a liar!” Dick’s hand quickly and heavily griped the dandy by the shoulder. “Sir, don’t utter that again,” he cried, in stern tones, or I'll make you repent it.” * You will, eh? You're a liar!” And as he spoke the dandy leaped to his feet, and attempted to draw a revolver from his hip sket. Before he could do so, however, he was seized by the iron arms of Deadwood Dick, Junior, and = se fair and square over that young athlete’s ead. The dandy landed on his neck and shoulders, and the wonder was that his neck was not broken. He arose with a how! of rage, but only to find the diamond-sighted six-shooter leveled at his heart. “Take a quiet sneak from this vicinity, Mis- ter Dandy, and never return while m around here, or there'll be cause for a coroner’s inquest. If ever I see your face in this town again I'll give away who Prince Pistol is. Now sneak,” and Dick spoke with menacing sternness. The dandy darted a dagger-like glance at Dick, as much as to say, ‘‘ Who are you?” Then turning, he ma:le a flying leap through a window into a side yard and disappeared from view. The leap would, have done credit to a profes- sional gymnast, Justin Gilbert had sprung from the table, wildly excited at the mention of the name, Prince Pistol. “Was that Prince Pistol?” he fairly yelled, addressing his query to Dick. : ‘*T should beg to remark in the affirmative,” was the quiet response. ‘Then, whoin Heaven’s name are you? Why didn’t you tell me that was Prince Pistol?” “In answer to your first: My name is Bill Jinks. To No, 2: Howshould J know you want- ed to see Prince Pistol?” was the cool reply. The Mayor of Cascade City sunk back in his chair with a groan. ‘* Would to God I had known it was that fiend!” he muttered, ‘‘he would never have got out of this house alive!” ‘* He would have killed you before you could have drawn a pop,” Dick declared. ‘* How so?” ‘Because he had a revolver up his sleeve. Here it is!” and the detective exhibited a small pattern weapon which the bandit had dropped as be sprung through the window. The mayor was deathly white, The crowd was visibly excited, for all knew of the singular occurrence at Gilbert’s office. The mayor leaned across the table, toward Bill Jinks, who had dropped into the seat lately occupied by the young bandit. ff Do you know this Prince Pistol?” he hoarsely asked, ** ve heard of him.” * Do you know where he can be found?” “No. If I did I’d not be here.” *‘ Five hundred—ay! a thousand, if you tell me!’ Gilbert was intensely excited—so was the crowd. ‘“You might offer me a million!” Jinks quiet- ly replied, ‘* and I could not tell you.” ‘Why not?” And a dozen revolvers were leveled at the de- tective simultaneously. Sa ei I do not know,” was the unflinching reply. then!” demanded Gilbert, ‘Show do you know it was Prince Pistol? Explain that!” Dick laughed quietly. ‘*Keep your shirts on, gentlemen—don’t get excited. had heard of Prince Pistol before, ‘but never had seen him. However, I had re- ceived a description of him, and when I walked into this room, a stranger to you all, I marked him out as no common citizen. The way he was ng you convinced me of that. ou are all g card-players, but had no show with him. This accorded with the description I had received, , ** ‘You know what followed, I drew him into what micht have been a row. I got the best of him. I held him atmy mercy. I called him by the title he bears, and he betrayed himself b the start he gave, and the alacrity with whic he made his exit. Now, gentlemen, is that a satisfactory explanation to you, or is it not?” There was a faint burrah throughout the room, Mayor Gilbert was the only man who looked his disapproval. ‘* But, sir, knowing this man to be an outlaw, and having him covered Lg your weapon, why did you let him escape? hy didn’t you shoot him down like a dog?” Bill Jinks smiled. ** Well,” he said, leaning his elbows on the card-table, ‘‘in the first place, 1 never shoot puppies—too small game for me. In the second piace, before I put the pepper and salt to a man, want to know precisely who he is, There you have it in a nut-skell.” Mayor Gilbert started—looked rather anxious. ‘* You are a detective?” he jumped at. ‘* A trifle in that direction.’ “Then you are the very man I want. Will you be kind enough to call at my house, to- morrow?” Certainly, if in all this vast city I can find it! ‘*Thank you, I guess there will be no trou- ble about that. inks—William Jinks, I be- lieve you said your name was,” ‘““Not at all. My name is Bill Jinks. No William Henry in mine,” at which the crowd roared in good humor, and one of the players proposed to go on with the game of poker, and soon the chips were changing hands at a lively rate, and went so, for a time; then matters be- ran to change; one man was sweeping every- fhing before him, and that man was the Mayor of Cascade. The limit was a hundred ‘ cold bones.” The other players began to look anxious. The mayor was getting jubilant, and alternat- ing arg winnings with “setting em up” for the crowd, ‘* Bill Jinks” was watching him closely, and with looks of decided disapproval, but the mayor heeded not frowns. en the game was at the hight of its excite- ment, a stranger entered, and gazed on the board, as others were doing. , No one had ever seen him, before. He was of fairly good hight, and quite portly. His face was enveloped nearly to the eyes by a mass of brown hair, while the hair upon his cranium was equally plentiful. His attire was that of a man who might have money ; plain, but business-like and tailor made. He watched the game until he saw that the other players were disgusted at the mayor’s luck; then— ‘““This yere game rather seems to be one- sided, pards. Tain’t fair ter hev all ther ee go to one man, and crust ter another. unno what any 0’ ye aire wu’th, but I’ve gova couple o’ bits, (an’ I jest cum up from Snow’d- In) thet 1 kin clean out ther highest winner, one game o’ pitch!” : ‘* How much money hev ye got?” demanded Gilbert, springing excitedly to his feet, not- withstandirg a nudge from in under the table by Bill Jinks. ‘* Waal, let me see,” answered the new-comer, reaching into various pockets, and from each one fetching forth a wad of bills. ‘‘ Reckon how’s mebbe I can kiver_ ye, stranger, ef I do come from Snowed-In. hat ye got? See’f I ——— rw can kiver et, Like ter hev piles alike, ef posser ble, you bet!” The mayor counted over his money with ner- vous fingers. ‘“*Two- thousand, five hundred, exactly!” he said, after a minute. ‘Just my fortune, exactly!” declared the stranger, slapping the money on the table. “Count it and suit yerself, boss. That’s the mer we do in Snowed-In.” he mayor did count it, and nodded, “Correct!” he said. ‘ By the way, stranger, what’s your name?” ‘“T’m Saul Jackson, from Snow’d-In. Own the hull cussed town. Five mines, an’ all a- boomin’, Heerd ther’ was a chance up hyer to buy, and so I cum on,” “Who here wants to sell?” si Just fergit ther name. Name begins wi’ a ‘* Gilbert?” ‘*Keerect! That’s ther name. Know him?” ‘*-Yes. Who said he wanted to sell?” ‘¢ Couldn’t say, now. Whoever it was sed it was a fine lay-out, and would cost a heap. Sez I: ‘To the thunder! What care I, long’s I get a place warmer’n Snow’d-In, winter-time?’ Cussedest place, cold-weather-time, ye ever did see!’ ‘¢ Would you be willing to pay a fair price for a good property, sir?” ‘Sure! Nothin’ stingy bout me. Wads o’ boodle an’ bonds.” ‘‘Then call around and see me to-morrow, at ten. I am Gilbert.” ‘Fer heaving’s sake, ye don’t tell me! Very man I’m looking for. Shake!” They did ‘‘ shake ”—across the table. ‘* Now, let’s play the game,” Gilbert said; ‘*then I must leave you until to-morrow. Come around then and I’ll give you a bargain.” **Kerect! Everybody watch the game, and see it’s done squar’. No shenannigan business *round me,” The game was played and there were many spectators. The mayor played his best, but it was no use; his adversary raked in the pot. Gilbert then arose, rather crestfallen, but put out his hand, and said: ‘* Good boy, Jackson! Don’t fail to call around to-morrow. Good-night.” ‘* Good-night,” was the reply. The Mayor of Cascade City left the Ruthven, to be touched on the shoulder as he left the door. He turned to discover Bill Jinks. ‘*Can I be present at that interview to-mor- row?” was the question put. ‘*-Yes!” was the curt answer, and then he strode on. CHAPTER X. CONSIGNED TO THE FLAMES. We must return to Old Avalanche, and our young friend, Jim Junebug, whom we left on the mountain crest, where they could com- mand an extensive view of the surrounding country. It was certainly a grand one, with the sun just rising and shedding its rays over miles upon niles of rugged, quake-rented country. The keen gaze of the Annihilator swept hither and thither in every direction. y The two horsemen stood out in bold relief against the sky, and this occurred to Avalanche when he discerned a belt of timber. ‘‘ Great ham-bone thet knocked the larnyx of old Joner silly! We mustn’t be standin’ here like a pair of Enghsh gawks. Yonder’s the place ”—pointing toward the pines. ‘* We must get down into yonder arroyo, leave our horses, and foot it the rest o’ the way. Now, younker, see that ye do as I do, or thar’ll be trouble in the camp, and you'll get a rap over the head that will lay you out!” oe. ‘¢Kerect, boss! Ef I don’t imitate yer every move to the wiggle of yer ear, kick me cl’ar over the moon!” retorted Jimmy. . ‘“‘Tookee here. None o’ yer funny bizness ears!”* Avalanche cried, so fiercely that the boy almost fell off his horse. The Annihilator then went on: “Yes, boyee, them aire floppers war peeled off close to my head by cutlaws, years ago. But I got even wi’ ther cusses, thet did it!” and the Annihilator’s eyes sparkled with the satisfaction he had secured. “Did it hurt?” Jim innocently asked. * It will be remembered by the reader that in the year of 1875 the Annihilator had his ears shaved off close to his head.— AUTHOR,
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Prince Pistol. “Did it hurt? Oh! no—notatall! Just red- hot old fun, by the great ham-bone! So was this too—this war simply immense, ye know!” and doffing his hat, the Annihilator exposed to view the spot wkere the scalp had been torn from his head. A thin parchment-like skin now covered the skull. Jim Junebug gazed with unfeigned admiration at the hero of a hundred battles. “Well, by the hoppin hyena! Ef you ain’t . boss, daddy!” he declared. ‘‘ Ef you was tew go to New York ye’d get five hundred doilars a week in a dime museum! But, come; we ain’t movin’,” “Neither we are, boyee—neither we are. Come erlong now, an’ do as I do,” ‘* What, get skulped an’ lose me ears?” snick- ered Jim. To which he got no answer. They rode down into the valley, and followed its course toward the pines. When at a proper distance, Avalanche drew rein, and dismounted, as did Junebug Jim. ‘“Now, boyee,” continued the old detective, ‘you stay here and hold yer horses. Keep Jeremiah here, too, while I goand reconnoiter.” ‘*What, me keep that anamel?” exclaimed Jim, eying the goat suspiciously. ‘* Not much, mister. gota nt of horns throw’d ag’in’ me once, an’ that’ll do.” Jimmy was not at all pleased, either that Ava- lanche wanted him to remain behind. If there was to be any fun, James wanted to see it, and share it. ‘Jeremiah, you stay there!” ordered the scout, as he might have addressed a dog, and Jeremiah obeyed, though he shook his head, and stamped his foot, angrily. When the Annihilator had disappeared from view, however, Jeremiah’s anger seemed to in- erease, for he turned his attention to Jim, eyed him a moment, disapprovingly, and then, shaking his head, gave vent to an angry 4a‘ ba-a-a!” That was enough for the ex-street Arab. He gave one wild cry, as if Satan and all his imps were after him, and the alacrity with which he leaped into the saddle, was amusing. erry seemed satisfied, for he commenced browsing in the immediate vicinity of the horse. For the life of him, Jim dare not dismount. He had a holy terror of William goats, since the momentous occasion he had referred to. After leaving the valley, Avalanche crept up the steep decline toward the row of pines, aim- ing his course in a direction which he thought might bring him on a direct line with the hut. or was he mistaken. Old and experienced trailer that he was, he rarely missed his bear- ing. Creeping stealthily through the pines, which grew closely he soon came in sight of the hut, which was built in an open space, of about half an acre. Tho door of the hut was open, and as he crept nearer, he could see Sunshine flitting about on the inside, busied with what little housework she had to attend to. “Humph! mighty peart sorter girl!” the old scout declared, with a chuckle. ‘ Now, Dickey aire jest like t?other Dick, ’bout gals. One gal ain’t enuff fer him—he’s a hog—wants ’em all. One w’u’d ha’ been a great plenty fer Alva. Can’t help remember the time thet old, ugly, red-headed, toothless maid, Sabina Shortgear, tried to draw me inter her net. But, she couldn’t come it, tho’, nary time! She could whisper try by the hour, she could lollygag, swap spits, an’ all thet sorter bizness, but she couldn’t tackle on to old Alva, nary’s the time!” The veteran chuckled softly, at the remem- brance. Ha! what was this? A party of six men, well mounted, and armed to the teeth, swept out from among the pines at the opposite side of the glade, and drew up in front of the cabin. bint Badan not masks, but all wore full heavy black beards of one style, which gave them the appearance of being brothers. As they drew rei, one who had been slightly ‘in advance of the rest, slipped quickly from the saddle, and bounded into the hut, with the evi- dent intention of ence its inmate. He soon reappeared, dragging Sunshine after him by the wrist. Her screams of terror rent the air. ** Release me, sir! let me go!” she cried, strug- gling desperately to break free. “Not much, my daisy!” her captor replied, with a sardonic laugh. ‘Ther capting give us orders to fetch ye, an’ you’ve got ter go, wheth- er ye want to or not.” : ““T won’t go! I won’t go!” screamed Sunshine, continuing her struggles. and I won’t go a step!” ‘*Oh! yes, you will,” was the confident reply. ‘‘ We're amply able to handle a young heifer like ye, an’ so ye might hush yer yawp, and act sen- sible. Hi! boys, one o’ you help me to bind her, fer she’s stronger nor a young buffler.” One of the outlaws was about to dismount, when there was the report of a rifle, near at hand, and he tumbled from the saddle to the ground, in a heap. “Quick! boys, Jake’s been killed,” yelled the ruffian who was struggling with Sunshine. ‘* Away! and capture the assassin!” Menage vengeful cries the others hastened to obey. One of the number had seen a puff of smoke peg from the pines, and led off in that direc- ion, Before the glade was crossed, however, he threw up his arms with a yell, and toppled out of the saddle, simultaneous with another rifle- report. he others dashed on. They plunged into the timber with wild yells, and became lost to view. Presently, sounds of a deadly conflict, such as the rapid discharge of fire-arms, supplemented with yells of pain and rage. Then the sounds of battle died out, and rage y 83 two of the outlaws came from the timber, leading between them a prisoner, It was Old Avalanche, whose hands were bound behind his back, and who was literally covered from head to foot with blood. Nevertheless, he walked with a firm step, end did not appear to have sustained any serious in- ‘* This is an outrage, jury. ‘The other two outlaws who entered the glade, came not forth. In the mean time, the ruffian at the hut had succeeded in etecting: Sunshine’s complete cap- ture, and had bound her securely in the saddle. ‘* Hello! who’ve you got there?” he demanded, as his two pals came up, leading the Annihilator, ‘*Tt’s the cuss what laid out Jake an’ t’other boys, boss!” was the reply. ‘* We had to fight like demons ter take him, but we got there all all the same, an’ here he is!” ‘*Who aire you, old man?” the leader of the gang demanded, glaring at Avalanche, say- ely. ‘‘ None o’ yer bizness!” was the gruff response. ‘* Let me once get free, an’ by ther great ham- bone, I'll show ye who I am!” Mi Waal, I guess not, old rack-a-bones. Ye'r’ entirely too numerous to be left layin’ around loose, you be. You’ve killed off four of our pards, an’ I'll be eternally cussed ef we don’t make ye hump fer it! I say, boyees, shall we lynch the skunk?” ‘* Lynchin’ aire too good fer him!” growled one of the men. ‘ He orter be skinned alive.” ‘ve got an idear,” said the third. ‘ Why not tie him up so he can’t wiggle, throw him in- ter the hut, an’ set fire to it. "T'would be sarvin’ him just right!”: The proposition was hailed with approval by the others, and preparations were immediately made for carrying out the inhuman scheme, Avalanche’s feet and limbs were bound, so that there was no possibility of his escaping; then he was thrust within the hut, and the door was closed. “Now, boys, fire the old den, and we'll make off, for there’s no telling but what the old cuss may have companions in the neigh- borhood,” ordered the leader of the band. ‘We'll away to the stronghold, and if we suc- ceed in getting the girl there, in safety, it will be a feather in our cap, for the captain will pan out nobly.” “Oh! sir, I beg of you, in the name of human- ity, to let me go!” Sunshine declared, in great distress. ‘*Not much, me lady. The capt’in ordered us ng. 3 gar ye, an’ that’s what we're goin’ ter do, you bet. “The captain! Who is he? I know of no such person, sir!” “Don’t ye? Waal I persume ye will know him, ’fore many hours. Ther capt’in aire Prince Pistol, ef ye want ter know et, an’ he ain’t ther most angelic cuss ter git along wi’; so ye’d bet- ter try an’ be as sweet spoken as ve kin.” The hut was, by this time, fired in several places; then, the outlaws mounted, and with their rap it rode rapidly away, leaving Old Avalanche to face a horrible doom. CHAPTER XI. KATE KEITH. On the outskirts of Cascade City stood a rude log cabin, which had been one of the first 9 edifices ever built in the camp. Its owner had sometime since moved into better quarters, and the cabin had remained tenantless, until within a very recent period, since when it had, un- known to the public, had an occupant. Being isolated from other dwellings, no one ever went near enough to learn if it was inhabited or not. Then, too, the tenant kept herself so closely within doors, that no one caught a glimpse of her. She was a woman of medium stature, whose appearance indicated that she was past middle age. Once, no doubt, she had been a woman of rare beauty and personal attractions, but, now, dissipation had left its unmistakable mark up- on her face, and her cheeks were sunken, her skin sallow, her eyes lusterless. Her hair was frowsy, and liberally streaked with gray; her attire was tattered and ill-fitting. er whole appearance seemed to bespeak extreme pov- erty. Mie only furniture in the cabin was a few rude and Hroken pieces left behind by the for- mer tenant. A couple of blankets in one cor- ner answered the purpose of a bed, and a few cooking utensils hung the fire-place, where a fire of pine cones burn age It was the night of the day that Dick Bristol assumed the role of Bill Jinks. It was past the midnight; yet the old woman sat upon a stool before the hearth, gazing mood- ily into the glowing embers, as her chin rested in her hands. Although the fire seemed to have some pecu- liar fascination for her, and she appeared to be in a reverie, it was plain she was expectin somebody, for every now and then she woul partly turn in a listening attitude toward the ‘loor. Finally, a footstep sounded on the hard ground, outside; then there were three light raps upon the door, which she Yori arose and opened, and a young man entered—the same dandified ersonage whom a few hours before Deadwood Dick Junior had caused to take a hasty depart- ure from the Ruthven saloon. He brushed past the woman and seated him- self upon the stool she had just vacated, where- upon she flashed at him a glance of displeas- ure. ‘“ Well?” she demanded, ‘‘ what’s the matter, now?” ‘‘Enough is the matter!” he growled, “TI have been discovered!” ‘“By whom’—how? Explain yourself!” and she appeared to be much excited. “Oh! through my cussed foolishness, of course,” he growled. ‘‘I dropped into the Ruth- ven, and fell into a game of cards with Gilbert and three other fellows, and of course I fell to ’em, with a vengeance. I was hawling in pot after pot, and getting a fat boodle, when a chap comes in, walks up bebind me and looked on. didn’t recognize him, but he must have exerted the devil’s own influence over me, for I imme- diately began to lose, hand after hand, ‘til my pile begun to look sick, Then we got into a quarrel, and the cuss throwed me over his head, and I came near breaking my neck, When I arose he had me covered, and ordered me to sneak away, warning meif I wasever seen in the vicinity again, he would give away who Prince Pistol was. That was enough for me, and I dusted out, lively. I went back, after- ward, however, in disguise, and to-morrow shall have an interview with his mayorship!”—__ “Ah! then you will fix things?’ the old woman demanded, eagerly. “That depends altogether on what success I have. The fact of it is, cousin, ’m not particu- larly glad I ever took hold of the job!” ‘Bosh! you're a fool, Valentine!’ the woman replied, half angrily, ‘‘ By whatever other means could you and I acquire such a princely fortune?” ‘* But, you will please remember that I haven’t seen any fortune, yet?” Valentine replied, doubt- ingly. “Patience! patience!” was the snapping re- joinder. ‘You cannot expect to do everything inaday. When you have ended the vendetta, according to Storm Cloud’s instructions, half of his fortune comes to us, not to speak of what we get out of Justin Gilbert.” _ “To us, eh?’ and Valentine Vassar shrugged his shoulders, suggestively. ‘* Why, most assuredly to us!” the woman re- plied, in a barsh voice. ‘Surely you must know I intend to get my share of whatever money is secured.” **Tdon’t know why Phar are entitled to any share,” Vassar retorted. ‘You are not doing the work!”
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| | i] | ) i Prince Pistol. tn aneaiatengittestamnl aime ** Well, you refuse to divide up with me, and see how quick I will spoil your plans, you alms- house beggar!” the woman cried, with sudden fierceness. ‘* You will find that Kate Keith is no fool!” *T haven’t said you shouldn’t share with me!” Vassar replied, rather submissively. ‘‘So let the matter drop where it is. You needn’t throw up poor-house in my face, for I am well aware that you adopted me from such an institution, and brought me up. But what for? For no good purpose, and you knowit. You brought me up in the way you would have me go; brought me up depraved and dishonest, and molded me to your will, to be your tool, and to do your bidding. You surrounded me in crime until there was no avenue of escape for me, and to disobey you and incvr your displeasure, meant to consign myself to the gallows, Ah! Kate Keith, I have but little to thank you for, even though you did bring me up!” There was a bitterness in the young man’s tone that caused the woman’s eyes to sparkle, and a harsh laugh burst from her thin lips. ‘Yes, tis true I took you from the poor-house and brought you up for a purpose—the one soul- absorbing purpose of my life—revenge !” she said, grimly. ‘*That revenge has not yet been satisfied, even though it now is nearly twenty ears since I took you under my wing. It is rue I had to get you into the mire so that I would have $su irretrievably in my power, and 7 would not dare disobey me. And yet, have not always assured you that I would sometime put you in possession of a fortune, so you could retire at your ease?” **And yet!” Vassar said, looking up with manifest curiosity, ‘‘until I told you of my strange experience on the mountain, an! about the vendetta, you knew nothing about Storm Cloud’s fortune.” Kate Keith smiled, significantly? ‘“* You little know ail thet I knew, or know!” she answered. ‘*The story Storm Cloud told you was in the main part a lie, and the names he gave you were with one exception fictitious. Do you want to know what this Storm Cloud’s name really was?” ‘¢' Yes!” Vassar replied, eagerly. Kate Keith bent forward so that her lips near- ly touched his ear, and uttered a name in a whisper. Vassar started, and looked incredulous, ‘ “Tt is true,” she declared, and one of these days you shall know the whole story in its truth. But not now. You must first carry out my plans, and fulfill Storm Cloud’s vendetta. Then you will be independently rich, and shall know all, You will not fail, Valentine?” **No!” he declared, rising, ‘I will not fail. I have gone so far, and will now carry out the programme to the letter.” ** Bravely spoken, and your reward shall be a rich one!” **T am not so sure of that. Sunshine may re- fuse to give up the gold. She is a stubborn ? filly. QTet her dare to refuse!” Kate Keith hissed, ‘But, then, I know she will not dare, You had best be going, for Gilbert may have put spies on your track, and it would not do for you to be caught here, “Yes, Ill go!” Vassar replied, ‘‘ for there is lenty of work ahead for Prince Pistol, King of lhe West!” And he took his departure. CHAPTER XII. THE DESERTER. Justin GILBERT went direct from the Ruthven to his residence, and let himself in with a night- key. The servants had long since retired for the night, and so he sat down in the ene in the light of the fire that glowed upon the grate, and gave himself up to reflection while he puffed at a cigar. “This has been an eventful night,” he mused, “tand I cannot say that Iam more than half satisfied with the way things have turned out, ‘Tf that was Prince Pistol with whom I was playing he must have been there for some pur- pose o' her than playing the game, Perhaps, after fleecing me of what money I had, it was his intention to shoot me? Curse the fellow, anyhow! Itis lucky I didn't know his identity at first, or I should certainly have tackled him. That it was the man there seems to be no doubt, else he would not have jumped out of the win- eh Soe Jinks mentioned the name, Prince ** And this Jinks! Whois he? Can it be that he is Deadwood Dick, Junior? If so, hisdisguise is a most perfect one, by my soul! But, I can not believe it is Dick, for he would not have let Prince Pistol escape, unless—by Heaven! this Deadwood Dick may be a member of Prince Pistol’s band!” The thought was startling—anything but a pleasant one to the Mayor of Cascade City, and after a full hour of deliberation he arose and sought his chamber. But no sleep visited his eyes. His brain was too active for repose, and by early daybreak, he was up and dressed, and pacing toand fro in the parlor. Shortly after breakfast, the door-bell rung, and as he could not find J immy Junebug any- where he answered the summons, A man stood outside—a disreputable looking fellow, with bristling black hair and beard and a reddened countenance that indicated the slave to whisky. His left eye was ‘‘in mourning,” and thus with his shabby clothing, slouch hat, knee-boots and belt of weapons, rendered him an uninviting looking caller. He however raised his hat, politely. ‘Have I the honor of addressin’ the mayor of this hyer camp?” he asked. “T am that person,” Gilbert replied, eying the man sharply. ‘“‘ Vhat is it you want, sir?’ ‘*Tf it pleases your Honor, I would like ter have ashort personal interview with you, sir, as I have some information of the greatest import- ance to confide to you.” The mayor scrutinized the man a moment, and hesitated, doubting whether it would be best to grant the interview; then he opened the door wider and said: ** Very well. Come in!” Which the stranger did. He had noted the mayor’s hesitation, for he observed, as he stepped into the hall: ““Needn’t be afraid of me, boss, ef I ain’t as reall ys @ dry goods clerk. I’ve seen better ays. . hey passed into the parlor and became seated, the caller sitting astride a chair with the back in front of him, “Now, sir, be kind enough to tell me your name and business,” commanded the mayor, “*Kerect. My name is Hank Harkness, Yours is Gilbert, I allow.” ‘That is my name, sir.” ban own considerable property, hereabouts, e ‘* T have considerable landed estate, sir. But, what has that to do with this interview?” “We'll git at that, d’rectly. Ye see, the fact of the case is, boss, I um teetotally bu’sted, and I have come to you to see if I couldn’t make a raise of enough spondulics to carry me home to my family in the East,” ‘*Indeed! Why do you cometome? Ino not know Mee sir.” : ‘*T know that, sir, but, yer see, it lies in my power to give yesome pointers on a matter that concerns ye, and I allowed in’change fer this in- formation, mebbe you'd be willin’ to help a fel- ler out,” The mayor was interested. “Ah!” he said, ‘* Well, sir, if you have in- formation of any sort that is of manifest value to me, I shall be willing to do what I can for ““Tho’t so, an’ that’s what fetched me. I spose, boss, that you are aware, that you have a deadly enemy, who is scheming to work your de n other words, there’s a vendetta ag’in’ ye ‘* How do you know that?” “"Ca’se I know. This enemy o’ yours, is called Prince Pistol! He’s chief of a band o’ outlaws,” ‘*Go on! go on!” Gilbert said, excitedly. “Until lastnight,” went on Harkness, ** I was a member of this outlaw party, but 1 had a muss wi’ some o’ the boys, cleaned ’em out, an’ skip- ped, swearing never to lead that sort of a life any more. I want to git East to my family, an’ mari myself straight.” ‘“An admirable resolution,” the mayor ob- served, ‘‘ But, about the information?” ** Waal! this vendetta that has been placed ag’in’ you, is in three parts. First, yer daughter was to bestolen into captivity. This has already been done!” ‘*'Yes! yes! Tell me of her, my child!” ‘She isa prisoner in Prince Pistol’s strong- hold. The second blow will be to get all your property away from you, and reduce ye to beg- gary. How this is to be done I don’t know, bt do know there is some diabolical scheme on foot by which the Prince is confident of accom- plishing his purpose within a very few days. The only way I see of your outwitting him is ; converting your estate immediately into cash, I give you this advic as a friend, knowing how confident the Prince is of winning. Already an attempt bas been made against your property.” “When? how?’ demanded the astonished mayor. “Why, last night, you made the acquaintance of a man, who allowed he wanted you out, not?” **'Yes! yes!” ‘* He gave you the name of—” ** Saul Jackson!” “Just so. That name was Prince Pistol, in disguise!” nd with this, Harkness laughed heartily, while Gilbert was astounded. “*So you see, boss, they’re hot after you, and bound to win. If you'll take a fool’s advice, you'll look out for yourself, for this vendetta is to the death. The last blow, after you are ruined, will be death, which will end the ven- detta; then Prince Pistol will inherit the half of a large fortune, recently left behind by an old Indian chief, named Storm Cloud. ‘*Now, I’ve told you all this, cause I’m goin’ out of the bizness, and thort you ought to know, and to close, I wanter give ye little advice, Sell out everything you’ve got, root an’ branch, and scoop the cash inter yer pocket. Then, pack ae grip, and take a quiet sneak fer other parts. f ye don’t, mark my word, they’ll twist yer persessions away from ye. in spite o’ yer teeth, an’ you'll be a dead man inside of a fortnight, an’ that’s as sure as my name are Hank Hark- ness. I ain’t no lawyer, but I know purty near what I’m talkin’ about. Prince Pistol have been makin’ his brags thet ye won't hold out another week in Cascade City, an’ he means business!” “See here!” Gilbert cried, eagerly. “If I pay you liberally, will you guide a party of men to the outlaw stronghold?” ‘*No! It would be worse thari madness, The gang is so well fortified that a battalion of sol- diers could not rout them out in a month’s time. I, alone, am capable of gaining entrance to the camp!’ s You} Then~-” ‘Wait a moment. Now, lookee here, Mr. Gilbert, I ain’t the man to see another victim of a spite, an’ I don’t want you to come to trouble. But, Til sw’ar that qos so sure as you stay beer, yer’ adead man. Sol repeat my advice, Con- vert yer property inter cash in the quickest pos- sible time, even if ye have to sacrifice upon it. Then, git up an’ git!” “But, man alive, you forget. I cannot de- part from here and leave my daughter a prison- er in that devil’s power.” “Nor need you. You go shead and foller my advice. Leave the rest to me. Ill rescue yer gal an’ have her with ye, if possible, by ter- morrer’s daybreak. Then, ef ye’ll help me ter get East, we’ll be squar’!” Justin Gilbert sprung to his feet and seized the stranger by both hands, enthusiastically. My By Heaven, man, will you do this?’ he cried, “Pll try it, and I reckon I won’t fail!” was | the reply. “Then, may God bless you! I will follow your advice at once, and when you return with my daughter, a thousand dollars shall be your reward.” “* Kerect, boss; it’s a bargain, an’ I’m mighty glad ye’r’ willin’ ter pe by the advice of & poor cuss like me, IT'll set out at once, an’ ef I don’t get back early as daybreak, ter-morrer, don’t sweat, You'll know I’ve had scme dela in scorin’ my pint. Rest easy, fer when Han Harkness does return, he'll bring yer darter with him.” ‘* May God watch over and protect you!” fer- vently cried the Mayor of Cascade City, with tears in his eyes, and then Harkness arose and took his departure, while the mayor made hasty preparations for out-of-doors work. “T think I know where I can sell out, slick and clean,” he muttered; ‘‘then I'll leave this accursed town forever. Ay! I'll go, even if I have to go, a poor man!” CHAPTER XIII. THE SALE, THERE was one man in Cascade Clty who was full as wealthy as Justin Gilbert; if not wealthier, and his name was Jacob Boyle. His wealth was not in landed estate, but con- sisted of hard cash, which he frequently found opportunity to loan out at an enormous usury, He led rather a nomadic existence—was here one day, thereanother. Keeping himself posted on the financial standing of business men, gen- erally throughout the Territory, he was quite apt to be around when some unlucky person was in a pinch. On such ms he reaped his harvest.
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iF When not out on a speculative trip he general- ly made his home in Cascade City, where he kept a broker’s office ona small scale. On leaving his residence, Justin Gilbert made his way to this office, and found the money- lender in, and engaged in reading an Eastern aper. xi Bovis looked up with a pleasant nod at sight of the mayor, and pushed forward a chair. ** Good-morning, Gilbert. Takeaseat, Fteas- ant morning, sir.” ‘Very pleasant, indeed,” was thereply. ‘‘ Any news of moment? ‘*No, nothing particular, except more strikes in the Kast. By the way, you are not troubled in that way.” ‘*No, my men are quite content. I pay them good wages, and they are satisfied. In fact, we get along famously together. But I fear they will have to look to another employer in the future.” Why, how is that?” ** Well, ’m getting pretty well along in years, and my health is not the best, so I’ve made up my mind to retire from active business life and return Hast.” “Indeed! Is this not rather a sudden notion on your part, Mr. Gilbert?” “Well, perhaps it is; but you see ’ma man of rather iia impulses; to make up my mind is to act.” ** Bnt how about your daughter?” “She has been found, and will be restored to me within a few hours, probably.” “That is good news, and I congratulate you. I suppose you will retain your interests here, and appoint a superintendent?” **On the contrary, such is not my intention. I desire to close out all my interests here at once. You and f had a talk about the mine some time ago, and you made me an offer for it.” “Yes; a hundred and fifty thousand, I be- lieve.” ** Just so. >] “* Not at those figures. I was rather hasty in making such an offer, and glad, afterward, that you did not accept.” ‘But the mine has been largely developed since then, and new veins of ore discovered, so it is really worth double what it was then.” “Oh, I don’t dispute your word in regard to that, but money is reer, tight, and the demand is 6) large that, really, I can let all I have at a big figure. ‘But, understand me, it is not alone the mine I wish to dis of. Besides it, there is my house, with all its furniture, and twenty tene- ment shanties, occupied by miners, that return a monthly rental of fifteen dollars each. Then there is the improved machinery for working the mine, and, in fact, everything I possess in Cascade, except my personal effects. Now, what will you give me or the whole business?” Boyle reflected a few minutes, and then busied himself with his pencil. Finally he looked up. “ Would you want the ready cash?” he de- manded. “Yes, and the papers fixed out at once. You can have possession of all but my residence to- day—the latter in a day or so.” “Well, since it is you, I will make good my original offer. That is the very best I can do.” ustin Gilbert pondered, for full well he real- ized that he was making a gigantic sacrifice, the mine alone being worth actually double what he was offered for his entire possessions. Finally he asked: | “How soon can hi have the documents geady for signing, sir?” 2 “Yn an hour’s time,” Boyle replied, glancing at his watch. : ‘¢ And the money will be ready assoon as they are signed?” by Feat e : ‘** Then the property is yours.” ‘Very well. Call again in an hour and we will close the bargain.’ “T will be here,” and the Mayor of Cascade City left the office, feeling rather elated. “Tear my property away from me, will they?” he muttered. ‘Well, we shallsee! Harkness’s advice was sensible, and ere to-morrow’s sunset, if nothing happens, we shall be miles from here, and Prince Pistol can vent his vendetta upon some one else. Would to Heaven he may cross my path before I go, however, for then I'll teach him that he is dealing with the wrong man!” It was not yet nine o’clock, and he hastened to the Ruthven, in hopes of meeting Bill Jinks, Sure enough, he found that individual there, seated at some distance from any one else, smoking a pipe. Are you prepared to purchase to- ~w & Prince Pistol. Gilbert approached him, **Good-morning, Mr. Jinks,” he saluted. ** How do you find yourself this morning?” ** Quite well, thank you.” ‘* Have you seen anything of my friend Jack- son?” Jinks gave him a quizzical look, ‘*No, nor do I think you are likely to,” he re- plied. “Ah! why not?” ‘** Because Jackson is not in town.” ‘* Not in town? How’s that?” “ He left last evening, on horseback, for the heart of the mountains. I followed him, on foot, for a short distance, but he soon distanced me,” ‘*'You were suspicious of him?” ‘* Well, yes.” ° **'You are Deadwood Dick, Junior?” “T am Bill Jinks. By the way, I hear no noise about my being out of jail?” ‘There will be none for afew days. Hopkins is in sole charge.” ‘‘ Ah! Isee. I wondered at the silence. You do not seem much surprised at Jackson’s depar- ture? ‘*No. You were right; I am not likely to see him very soon again.” “*T do not understand.” “Then I will explain,” and seating himself, the mayor related the particulars of his inter- view with Hank Harkness. Deadwood Dick, Junior, listened without in- terruption. *¢ And so you are thinking of leaving us, eh?” he finally asked. “Yes, as soon as my daughter is restored to me,” ‘*Do you think she will be restored to you by this man Harkness?” “* Haven't a doubt of it. dence in the man.” . Dick smiled, and the mayor noticed it. ‘* You are too suspicious!” he observed. ‘*Oh! that is a trick of the trade,” was the rejoinder. ** Will you sell out?” ‘I think so.” ““Then, I suppose you will have no further need of.my services,” “None that I know of now, unless you suc- ceed in running down Prince Pistol ere I take my departure.” hey separated soon afterward, and an hour later Justin Gilbert had legally sold his property to Jake Boyle, and received one Banc’ and fifty thousand dollars in cash. CHAPTER XIV. AT THE STRONGHOLD, WE must now, return to our young friend, Jimmy Junebug, whom we left in a rather ludicrous position, perched upon the back of his horse, safe out of the reach of the butting propensities of Avalanche’s William-goat, Jere- miah. Jeremiah was victor of the hour, and pro- ceeded to graze demurely in the vicinity of Jim’s horse, waiting for that young gentleman to dismount; but Jim was not dismounting just then. ‘*Dog-gone that goat!” he muttered, ‘lve a mind to shoot him and done withit. I would, too, ef it wasn’t fer old rack-a-bones, who thinks so much of the pesky animal. Darn a goat anyhow! I never did see no good in ’em copt to eat up hoop-skirts an’ waste-paper. Ba-a-a! ye darned thing you! Wish [ had a long-tailed whip so I could give ye acouple 0’ licks. Jest see how demure an’ lamb-like he looks. But, ef I were ter git down on terry-firmer he'd go fer me like a has after buckwheat. Wonder how long I’ve got to stay humped up here afore old No-Ears comes back? Golly, ain’t I glad no one ain’t around lookin’, fer I must look as comerkal as a bull on a bicycle!” Some time elapsed ere Jimmy was relieved from his awkward position; then he was startled by the report of a rifle up in the direction of the mountain hut, ‘“‘ Jeminny Christmas! There’s somethin’ up. Like enuff Old Avalanche hes ‘been popped. Hope I may never eat if I ainter goin’ to inwes- tigate. I’m out on ther war-path, an’ I’m goin’ to see the circus, by cracky!” Forgetting the goat in his sudden excitement, he vaulted from the saddle and, rifle in hand, started on a run in the direction he had seen Avalanche go. As he ran the reports of more weapons raged his hearing. Then ensued a b si- ence, It did not take the boy long to make the as- cent of the hill, Jeremiah capering complacent- ly along beside him, I have every confi- a 1 Op When he had gained the summit, Jimmy dis- covered the hut, way ahead through the green, aisles, and also saw that it was on fire. With increased speed he dashed forward, and was soon in the glade, where he came upon two» dead men, but nothing of Avalanche. He paused a moment and gazed about him:. then a horrifying suspicion flashed across his mind, and he bounded away toward the hut, whose door was closed. The exterior of the cabin, which was old and dry, was a mass of flames, which threw out an intense heat; but minding not the heat, the- weave boy rushed forward and kicked open the oor. A puff of smoke came out, but it did not drive- him back. ** Avalanche! Avalanche!” he yelled in his ex- citement and alarm intense. ‘* ere! here!” came back the faint response, That was enough. Into the but y immy leaped, and stumbling. over the prostrate form of the Annihilator, fel flat; but he was on his feet in an instant, and seizing the bound man by the legs, he quickly dragged him out into the glade. The veteran was nearly suffocated, and it was: several minutes ere he could speak. Jimmy freed him of his bonds, and at last the Annihilator was able to get upon his feet. ‘*Boyee!” he gasped, ** ye’r’ a brick!—by ther great ham-bone, ye aire! You've saved my life, an’ I thank’ee. But thar’s no time to say more now. Go! quicker’n lightnin’, an’ fetch. ther hosses! We must away on ther trail!” Jimmy waited for no second order, but sped rapidly away, while the Annihilator was busied locating the trail of the outlaws. Long experi- ence in the wilderness had made him an expert at this sort of thing, and he was not long in finding which way the villains had gone. The trail was plain as day, the horses having: been shod, and it would a comparatively” easy one to follow. During Jimmy’s absence the scout searched: the bodies of the two dead men, but found noth-- ing of account except their weapons, n a surprisingly short time Jimmy returned,, leading his own horse and Prudence Cordelia, “VYowre in good time,” Avalanche said. ‘* Couldn’t have done better myself. How’s yer’ weapons, me boyee?” ‘All ready fer a rampage!” Jimmy replied, with a grin, ‘Golly, you came near gittin”™ cremated. See, the hut air fallin’ in!” “Yas, that war a close call,” was the reply, ‘‘and 1 owe my life to you. I’ve been in cluss quarters, an’ faced death a hundred times be- fore, but I'll sw’ar tew breeches I thort I war a. goner this trip. But, we must not wait. The gal’s bin carried off by these human wolves, an’ we must find her. ount yer hoss, an’ lead reg sa thar. I’m goin’ ter foller the trail on oot, “This was done, and the now ruined hut was. soon left quite a distance behind. All day long that race was kept up, and it was: nearly sunset before the Great Annibilator came to a halt, They were then at a point where the trail en- tered a narrow, dark ravine, deep down among the mountains, and whose entire bottom was: covered by the swift but shallow waters of a mountain torrent. *‘ Lost ther trail?” Jimmy queried. ‘fNary!” was the reply. ‘‘They’ve gone up» this way, but thar’s no tellin’ how far, *Twon do ter take ther horses up hyar, till I investi- ate. So you remain behind with’em. Don’t be alarmed if [ don’t come back right off.” “Look out ye don’t get yerself into a bake- oven ag’in,” warned Jimmy. ‘I moughtn’t be- able to get you out.” “Don’t fear. I will be back as soon as I have reconnoitered,” Then the Annihilator proceeded up the stream, into the dark, narrow confines of the ravine, and was soon lost to view. Jimmy Junebug dismounted and lay down upon the grass, for he was tired of the saddle, never before this trip having had any such ex- perience, , The minutes dragged by on leaden wings to: him, and it was getting quite dark when the An- nihilator at length returned. ; : ‘“* Well, what’s the wind doin’?” Jimmy inter-- rogated, noting the Annihilator’s grim expres-: sion. “Waal, I located the lair,” the scout answer- ed, ‘‘ but didn’t venture into it alone, It’s in a. deep pocket, of which this is the only outlet. A sentinel guarded the passage at the edge of the» pocket, but I fixed him all right, and now, if we. the gals at all, we must do so im purty”
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12 ‘short order. Draw a revolver and follow me. If we have to fight do not hesitate to shoot, but fire no shot without my orders,” ‘“*Kerect!” Jimmy replied. ‘‘Ef it comes to fight, [ll show you what the Junebug can do.” Avalanche leading the way, they entered the ravine, and waded up-stream. Although the water was scarcely more than sankle-deep, it ran very swift, and in places they found it difficult to retain their footing. Thus they proceeded for nearly a mile, then ‘suddenly debouched upon the banks of the stream, at the mouth of a little valley—a moun- tain-locked pocket, as it were, comprising in the neighborhood of twenty acres of level land, cov- ered with luxuriant vegetation. There was no guard at the mouth of the pas- sage, but a dark object, lying a few yards away, had a suspicious appearance. A young moon had by this time lifted its face above the horizon, reflecting a pale yellow light of sufficient power to illumine the surroundings. “This is Prince Pistol’s stronghold,” Ava- Janche said, as the two paused, at the pocket outlet,” and those tents, yonder, is where the gang hang out, I presume. The moonshine is bad, so you better let me creep forward and re- connoiter before we both venture near the camp,” and getting down on hands and knees, the veteran scout crept away. He soon returned, however, in the same man- mer he had departed, ‘“‘There aire but three men in the camp,” he ‘announced, and they are seated outside the fur- thest tent yonder. Come, careful now! We must find out which tent the gals are in.” On hands and knees, peer. they both crept cautiously away, and in a few minutes were crawling about among the tents, of which ‘there were a round dozen. No lights were visible in any of them, except tthe further one before which the three outlaws sat, in conversation; this was well lighted; but Jimmy discovered a faint glow of light, in an- other tent, and listening, heard low voices, in conversation. They were female voices, too. Without hesitation, he went around to the front of this tent, pulled aside the lapel, and en- tered, to find himself in the presence of the two girls, who were seated side by side upon the ‘ground. One was a brunette, the other more of a blonde, and both looked near the same age, and were very pretty. Both sprung to their feet, at sight of Jimmy, ‘but made no outcry, asa quick motion from him, enjoined them to silence. gh J immy cautioned. ‘‘ Et’s all squee- wzee! I’m a friend, and hev come to rescue you, so be brave and keep mum.” . The girls clasped their hands, their faces ex- pressing their gratitude and joy. ** Jest hold yer horses, a bit,” Jimmy enjoined **till I find my pard, an’ then we'll have ye out oO’ keer in a jiffy.” He left the tent and spent several minutes in vereeping around in search of Old Avalanche, but did not find him, Then he heard an uproar of yells at the fur- ther end of camp, and a pistol-shot. With fast-beating heart, he crept that way. Soon he was where he could see what was the matter. Old Avalanche had been recaptured, and the outlaws were binding him to a tree, that grew mear their tent. CHAPTER XV. VICTORY FOR JIMMY, At the discovery of the recapture, Jimmy Junebug was at loss just what to do. There were three of the outlaws, all big, drawny fellows, and that he could successfully tackle and vanquish them he had no idea, for he had never been in a conflict with weapons, and ‘knew nothing of such warfare, What, then, was to be done? Avalanche must be released at all hazards, but just how it was to be done was a puzzler for ‘the ex-street Arab. He lay flat in the shadow of one of the tents, and watched the maneuvers of the outlaws, fearing they would do the Annihilator some bodily injury. But they did not. After binding the scout to the tree, they re- “seated themselves in front of their tent and lit their pipes. : ‘“*Wonder what they mean by that?” Jimmy mused, scratching his head. ‘‘They don’t ap- r to be so anxious about doin’ up the Anni- “hilator as they were before. Don’t kinder under- s8tand it unless, mebbe, they’re waitin’ fer Prince Prince Pistol. Pistol ter come. they are doin’!” The idea seemed plausible enough, and so Jimmy accepted it. ‘“Pve got ter git Old Avalanche free, some- how, afore mornin’,” he muttered, ‘‘or he’s a gone case. Now, let me see. How am I goin’ ter do it?” He settled himself down to careful delibera- tion, and considered every chance that presented itself. Finally a thought struck him. **Tt won’t do to leave the gals here in peril, nohow,” be muttered, ‘‘even if Avalanche aire in trouble, [Pll get ’em out o’ the way, and then see if I can do anything fer the scout.” He crept back to the tent occupied by the two girl prisoners, and entered. Both maidens were much excited, having heard the vells of Avalanche’s capture. ““Oh, what is the matter?’ Gracie Gilbert asked, laying her hand on Junebug’s arm. ‘‘ Has Prince Pistol returned to camp, Jimmy?” **No, not yet; but I allow he’s liable to turn up at ’most any minnit. My pard, Old Ava- lanche, has been captured by the outlaws, an’ I've got ter try terfree him. But, first of ail, you gals must be got outof difficulty. Once out of this valley, do either of ye know the way to Cascade City?” ‘*Dear me, I don’t!” Gracie said, in despair. ** But I do,” spoke up Sunshine. ‘I know of two direct routes of reaching the towu.” ‘““Then we are all O. K.,” Jimmy declared. “‘Pll take ye ter where our hosses is, an’ then ye must mount an’ dust fer Cascade as fast as ye kin. Soon’s I kin free Old Avalanche, we'll foller.” ‘* Then he didn’t burn up in the hut?” Sunshine eagerly asked. Nary time! I arrived jest in time to snake him out, when he were nigh ’bout snufficated. Are ye ready to go?” **' Yes! yes!” both girls answered, gba fe All — Then git down on yer hands an’ knees an’ foller me, without so much noise as a grasshopper.” A moment more, and the trio were creeping away toward the outlet of the valley. Fortunately the moon had gone temporarily in under a cloud, and they were in no danger of being seen. In due time they reached the mouth of the ravine. **T reckon you'll have to git yer striped stock- ings wet,” Jimmy observed, ‘‘ but ye kin git dry ones when ye git hum.” Both girls laughed at the sally, and then the trio entered and descended the stream. It did not take long before they reached the end of the canyon, and here the animals were found, grazing contentedly. As neither of the maidens cared to run the risk of riding Pradence Cordelia, both were mounted upon Jimmy’s horse, and after expressing the warmest gratitude to their young preserver, they set out for Cascade City, while Jimmy returned toward the locked valley. When he reached it he eeegp near the en- trance and examined the body of the sentinel whom the Annihilator had slain. Searching the pockets of the dead man, Jim- my found ot Deepal things a silver whistle, attached to a ribbon. It was probably meant to be used for signal purposes, cpap SY few minutes, Jimmy raised the whistle to his lips and blew several sharp, quick blasts. Then, drawing a revolver, he fired a couple of shots. “Thavll fetch ’em,” he muttered, with a chuckle. ‘‘ An’ while they’re here, I'll be thar /” He ran quickly away, keeping in the shadow of the valley walls. He saw the three outlaws spring ne from the vicinity of their lighted tent, run toward the mouth of the ravine, as fast as they could By hooky! that’s jest what go. When they had nearly reached the entrance, the artful boy quickly dashed into the pocket, and in a jiffy was by the Annihilator’s side. To release him was but the work of a moment; then the two darted back into the shadow of one of the tents, “Boy, ye’ve did it ag’in!” the old scout said, gratefully, ‘“‘an’I can’t find words tc thankee enough. War et you who drew the gang toward the ravine?” : ‘** That’s jest what I did.” ‘Then theyll be back soon. They put my weepons in their tent. I must get ’em.” He crept away, but soon returned, thoroughly armed. ‘* Now let ’em come,” he said, grimly. ‘ I’ve wiped out five of the gang, an’ kin do up the other three. But come, let’s look fer the gals.” ‘* No need of that, Avalanche, old pard.” ‘Why not?” “Cause they’re already out of the valley mounted, an’ on their way to Cascade. I found ’em an’ helped ’em off.” “Boy, ye’r’ a brick, ef ever ther’ was one. I didn’t take no sorter stock in ye, at first, but I see now that ye’r’ a double-compressed, back- action stub an’ twist, an’ henceforth, et shall do me proud to adopt ye as a member of the great Terrific Triangle. Great ham-bone, yes!” ‘All right, daddy. [I’m with ye, tooth and toe-nail, an’ you'll allus find Junebug Jim around when there’s any fun. ‘He never killed an Injun, Ain’t much fer killin’ game, But when et comes to the git up an’ do He gets there just the same!’ ” ‘Good boyee, Junebug! You'll make yer mark one 0’ these days, especially ef ye share mess wi’ ther Triangle.” “ Are you going to remain here till the out- laws return?” Jim inquired. ‘“Sart’in. When we go back to Cascade, they go rigs | wi’ us as prisoners. Ah! here they come! Stand ready wi’ yer rifle, an’ ef they re- fuse to surrender, when I order it, drop one of ‘em, an’ I'll attend to t’other two!” The outlaws were seen approaching, carrying their dead companion between them. Suddenly and without warning, they found themselves confronted by the two scouts, and covered by a pair of repeating rifles. ‘* Surrender!” Avalanche ordered, sternly. ‘Drop that carcass and throw up yer hands, or yer’ dead men!” Unnecessary to say the order was quickly obeyed, and in ten minutes’ time each outlaw was securely bound toa horse, and Avalanche and Junebug set out on their triumphant return to Cascade, the Annihilator in the lead; then their prisoners and Junebug fetching up the rear. The Annihilator of course was jubilant, and Jimmy was scarely less so, for, so far, his first campaign had resulted in lots of “ fun!” CHAPTER XVI. KATE KEITH. ONCE more we return to Cascade City. Justin Gilbert, as stated, had received prompt payment, in clean U, 8. greenbacks, of large de- nominations, and felt sure he was now safe from being robbed by the vendetta Prince. He put the little fortune carefully away in an inside pocket, and leaving the broker’s office sauntered back toward the Ruthven. Deadwood Dick, Jr.,in his disguise of Bill Jinks, was standing outside the saloon as the mayor ety ‘Well, ve gone and done it!” Gilbert an- nounced, as he paused before the detective. “Done what, sir?” ** Sold out, slick and clean.” ** Indeed?” ‘Yes, it’s a fact. Of course I had to make a big sacrifice—only a hundred and fifty thousand for the whole thing—but it’s better than having everything swept away by this enemy, who is hounding me down;” ‘*-You are a fool!” Dick said, point-blank. Sir-rh!” “‘T reiterate, you are a fool!” Dick coolly re- ed. “ And how am [a fool?” ‘“‘Because you have played right into your enemy’s hands! He can, by working it right rob you of pe i where, before, he could not have touch , property.” “Oh! Pll run the risk of being robbed, what little time I yet remain here.” ‘¢ Well, of course you know your own business best, but Ishould advise you to look out for your- self. If vour enemy is determined to ruin you, he is no doubt cognizant of your every move, and will lay some pep toentrap you.” ‘Rest assured [ shall be alert. If you will name how much I am indebted to you, I will pay you.” . ‘You do not owe mea farthing. You gave me my liberty, while, as yet, I have not been abie to.do anything for you. I hope, however, to secure Prince Pistol, and feel confident my friend Old Avalanche will rescue your daugh- ter. * Oh! he may, providing Hank Harkness don’t get ahead of him,” the mayor said, carelessly, and walked on. ‘*Poor fool!” commented Dick; ‘you will learn, to your cost, maybe, how you have been fooled by this so-called Harkness. If Iam not off my reckoning, Harkness is but another part a ee ee eee
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oh of the vendetta. Even though you no longer feel the need of my services, Justin Gilbert, I shall not be asleep, until you are well out of this country, You gave me my life and I will try to protect yours!” Justin Gilbert went on toward his residence, ‘IT will pack up a few personal effects, and be ready to leave, as soon as Gracie returns. Per- haps I had best remain closely in-doors what time I have yet to stay in this cursed town.” When he entered the house, he was met in the hall by the servant, who said: “If you please, sir, there’s a lady in the par- lor who is waiting to see you.” ““ A lady ?” ‘‘Yes, su. She has been waiting for over an hour.” ‘Did she give her name?” ‘© No: she simply said she had business,” Gilbert looked his surprise, and entered the parlor. He had passed through so many strange ex- periences in a few days’ time that he would scarcely have been surprised had he found Queen Victoria awaiting him. But, instead, a black-clad woman, heavily vailed, was seated upon the sofa. She did not remove the vail, on his entrance, but simply partly rose, bowed, and sunk back upon the sofa again. ‘Did you wish to see me, madam?” the mayor asked, pausing before her. “Yes, sir,” was the faint reply. ‘“ Are you J ustin Gilbert.” “Then, I have come to ask a favor of you— more properly, a humane mercy.” te But, who am I to understand you are ‘*f am one who has passed through years of bitterest suffering and remorse for the one false step I took in years by-gone, and who, now, when growing old, am sincerely repentant, and seek to be forgiven. Do you know me, Justin Gilbert?” She quickly raised her vail and revealed her care-worn face. Evidently the Mayor of Cascade City did re- cognize her, for he staggered back as if shot. ‘ Kate Keith |” he gasped, and then sunk into an easy-chair, as if no longer able to stand. “No, not Kate Keith,” she cried, springin forward and kneeling before him with clas hands, as she gazed tearfully up into his face— ‘* Not Kate Keith, but Kate Gilbert. Justin, I have come back to you a remorseful, and truly repentant woman. I want you to—I beg and pray of you to forgive me and take me back!” e gazed at her steadily a moment, his face a study in its son, te expressions. Then he shook his head, i sadly. “No! no!” he said, in a stern byt husky voice; **it cannot be, and you haveno right to ex it. Arise, woman, and leave my house! of all persons, should have known better t! come here!” **No! no! Justin, I could not stay away, for I still love you, and always have loved you, as woman never loved man Before. Listen to me —hear me out at least, for God's sake! “True, I bitterly wronged you Miron. ago, but it was not so much my fault as the human de- mon who tempted me. I had scarcely taken the step ere Lrepented it. Knowing the stern, un- forgiving nature you possessed, like many an- other of God’s poor sinning creatures, I dared not turn back. You followed, and had your re- venge—and a terrible, a humiliating revenge it was, “‘T never saw you after that, nor did Isee him but I kept track of your whereabouts, and final- ly, in a revengeful moment, wrote you that when you heard or saw the name of Prince Pistol, you could rest assured I was about to visit vengeance on you and yours!” ere she paused. : “ And so, you have been trying your hand at it, of late?” the mayor observed, with sarcasm, “No! no! My adopted son, Valentine Vassar, met in the mountains a man who induced him to carry out a vendetta against you. I have never sought to harm you in the least, and have nothing whatever to do with the vendetta. Jus- tin, I am tired and sick of this ges life, and I pray of you to take me back. 1 will be dutiful and fai l—ay, I will be your very slave!” Her pleadings were bop pw and a parently in earnest, but they did not appear move the mayor. ou, to “No! no!” he said, coldly, “it cannot be. I do not employ slaves, and have now no use for a wife. Ihada wife, years ago, but she proved ‘false to_me, and I cast her forever from my heart. Your pleadings are utterly in vain, and Prince Pistol. I will listen to no more of them. Now, go and live as you have lived, and see that you bother me nomore. Go, I say!” She slowly arose, and gazed at him a moment yearningly, then a fierce, an awful gleam of ha- tred came into her eyes. ‘*-You have refused me the only boon I craved in life,” she hissed, bending forward. and shak- ing her clinched hand in his face, ‘‘ and now, be- ware! The vendetta shall be carried out—I swear it! Ay! it shall be carried out to the bit- ter end, Justin Gilbert!” Then she left the room with the haughty car- riage of a queen, leaving Cascade’s mayor in a rather perturbed state of mind. CHAPTER XVII. PRINCE PISTOL KEEPS HIS WORD. THE day passed quietly, and Deadwood Dick found but little to occupy his attention, Although he gave every one he met a careful scrutiny, he saw no one who he thought might be Prince Pistol in disguise, Not having seen Hank Harkness, or havin received any aescription of him, he was o course unable to pick him out from the crowd in general. e spent the most of his time in sauntering about town, and frequently passed the Gilbert residence in question, as was his intention to do for he had a premonition that an attempt would be made to rob the mayor of his money. But the day passed, and night came on, with- out any event transpiring to arouse his suspi- cions, Late in the afternoon, he went to his room at the hotel, and took a nap, for it was his inten- tion to watch the Gilbert residence during the = e awoke shortly after dark, and went down to supper. Then he learned that the town was wild with excitement. It had been discovered that Sheriff Hopkins was nowhere to be found, and that the con- demned prisoner, Richard Bristol, had escaped from jail. Owing to the fact of Hopkins’s absence from the camp, every one coincided in the theory that the sheriff and his prisoner had fled to- gether, and loud were the threats against the guardian of the peace, Should he ever be found, it was reasonably sure nO mercy would be shown him, but that he would be strung up to the limb of a tree. Dick could scarcely repress a smile, as he among the excited crowds, after supper, and heard the remarks derogatory to himself and Sheriff Hopkins; but his disguise was so perfect that he had no fear of being recog- nized in his true character, and so felt per- fectly at ease. Later in the evening, he kept the Gilbert residence constantly under his surveillance, But he was a little too late, in this, Some ten minutes before he took up his watch, a man had entered the awa. Justin Gilbert was seated in the library, in the rear of the parlor, when the door bell pang, and a servant directly appeared at the oor, **A man at the door, who gives the name of Hank Harkness, wishes to see you, sir!” was the announcement. “Show him in,” the mayor instantly re- plied, and a few seconds later, Harkness en- tered the room. Gilbert was upon his feet, in an instant. “My daughter?” he interrogated. “Ts safe and well, and will be here shortly, under escort,” was the reply, as Harkness seat- ed himself, ‘Under escort, you say?” “Yes. She was rescued by some old scout. I met the party, when two-thirds of the way to the rendezvous, and your daughter com- missioned me to hasten on in advance of them, and announce her coming.” “* God be praised!” Gilbert ejaculated sinking back in his chair, ‘‘ This is indeed good news.” ‘* Yes, I should say so, and I'm only too lad to be the advance courier to bring it,” arkness replied, with apparent candor. ‘*Have you perfected any of the plans for your departure, sir?” “Havel? Well, I should say so!” the mayor replied, jubilantly. ‘‘Sold out, slick and clean, and got the tin!” “Indeed! You’re in luck. I would not have thought you could have disposed of so large a property as yours must have been on so short a notice, and for cash, at that.” 13 ‘But I did, though! Of course I had to make: a big sacrifice—only got a hundred and fifty thousand for what was actually worth double the amount; but then, considering that I had over fifty thousand in cash besides, I am not so: badly situated as [ might be.” The mayor had been indulging pretty freely in some of his good wines, and was more com- municative than he otherwise would have been. “Yes; I should say you ought not complain at being the possessor of such a sum—I know I should not,” Harkness observed. ‘‘ If I had so: much about me, I shouldn’t want folks to know it, for fear ’'d be robbed.” : ‘‘Oh! there’s little danger. No one knows I have so much money; and besides, I’ve got it. put carefully away about my person, and am well armed.’ ‘Even firearms sometimes amount to nothing when one encounters a desperate, determine man. Justin Gilbert, I want that money! Ut- ter a sound, or make a deferisive move, and 1’l? ns ou where you sit! {mean what I say—so- ed |” Harkness had sprung to his feet, and two full- cocked revolvers in bis grasp were leveled at the: ay Ae heart. ilbert was horrified beyond measure. He sawit all now. He had been trapped— victimized! He tried to speak, but could not. His tongue clove to the roof of his mouth; his eyes seemed starting from their sockets, as he realized his: terrible position. ‘“‘ Gilbert,” Harkness went on, ‘you have a desperate man to deal with now, and I trust: ou will realize it and govern yourself according- ey l am Prince Pistol, the executor of Storm: loud’s vendetta. I never fail in what I under- take. You are completely in my power. You have but one servant in the house, and I could kill ber as easily as I can you. ‘*Now, listen: It was in my contract with: Storm Cloud that I should first reduce you to beggary, and then murder you. This I do not: ropose to do, at least if you come to terms. Give me every cent of money you bave in the. world, and the vendetta is then ended, and you have your life and a chance to rebuild your for- tunes. Refuse to comply with this request, and. I will murder Pe where you sit, rob you, and the vendetta of the Indian Hermit will indeed: have been fulfilled. “‘ Now, which shall it be? Will you fork over to the last dollar, and thereby save your life, or shall I fill your heart full of cold lead, and have: your money in the bargain? The time by the clock on the mantle there is two minutes of eight; when the minute hand reaches the figure twelve I will fire, if you wish to die!” Justin Gilbert was white and trembling with terror. ‘“« Will you swear not to harm me, if I give up the money ?” he gasped. : “ce Yes. 7 “Then, you shall have it. I cannot lose my life for the sake of money!” ‘““You are sensible. Count the money out for me on the table, so I may see that it is right, and remember that at the slightest movement: on your part to draw a weapon, I'll blow your: brains out.” k “You need not fear!” was the faint an- swer. Gilbert then began to diszorge. From different parts of his clothing, he drew’ forth packet after packet of bills, and piled them up, on the table. , Prince Pistol watched him, narrowly, and with gleaming eyes. : At least, the money pile aggregated the round sum of two hundred thousand dollars. ‘¢ Any more?” the prince demanded, ‘Only fifty dollars. For God’s sake, don’t rob me of that!” ‘Shell out. I shall have all!” With a groan Gilbert obeyed, and sunk back in his chair, weak and helpless. Prince Pistol coolly gathered u the money, and stuffed it into his different pockets. Then, he backed away until he had reached the door opening into hall. Justin Gilbert,” he said, “‘ you have panned out beautifully, but Iam sorry to tell you that ee part of my work remains undone. Take that! > He raised his revolver and fired; then bounded. out into the hall, through the front door, and out into the starry night. Away he sped, at a swift run, looking neither right, left, nor behind. And like a flitting shadow, a dark figure fol- lowed him!
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CHAPTER XVIII. THE WAY OF THE TRANSGRESSOR. Unconscious that he wes pursued, Prince Pistol fled direct to the isolated cabin occupied by Kate Keith. Three raps upon the door brought the woman ‘to open it, and he was admitted. ‘* Bar the door, heavily!” he ordered, as he sat down upon one of the stools, panting for breath. ‘‘Why, what has happened?” she demanded, as she obeyed the order. ‘‘The devil’s to pay! I tried to get the money out of him. He refused and I dropped him. Then, as the servant was away, I ransacked the bouse from top to bottom, but failed to find a dollar?” Kate Keith surveyed him, keenly, with her burning eyes. **-You are lyiug to me, Val!” she said. **No, by heaven, Iam not. I failed to find as much as a cent, Hither Gilbert hid the money, or else he sent it away by the Wells- Fargo Lo shia this afternoon, But, I must not tarry here. Kate, I must have money to flee the country. The crime has been discov- ered, the camp is thoroughly aroused, and even now, an active search is being made for me. Guards haye been thrown out in every direction, and if I escape at all, I shall have to kill one of the guards. “Kate, I must have money to go East—I -must have it I say. You must let me have what you have got!” “What I have got? Why, I have no money, "? ‘¢ Bah! don’t lie to me, for it is useless, You have got money, and I know it. For years you have been hoarding up your earnings, and by this time it stands to reuson you have accu- mulated a good-sized boodle. I want it, must have it—ay! and will have it!” He had sprung to his feet, and drawn and cocked a revolver, which he held leveled at her heart. “Tt will be useless for you to try to deceive or parley with me!” he said, grimly. ‘‘ You know f am a desperate man, always. Now, I am loubly desperate. I must get out of this coun- try, to save my life. So fork over your cash, or VIL kill you and get your money besides!” “T tell you I have no money!” she repeated, fiercely, ‘‘ and if I had, I’d be a fool to give it to you. Be gone! Valentine Vas ar, while you ave time, for you wa oer no money here!” ‘““Won'’t I?’ he gritted. ‘‘Weshall see, Ho whom you brought up in crime is not incapable of murder, to save his own life. ‘You have un- til I count five, to shell out. One /” ‘Never will I give you a cent!” she hissed, ‘turning dark with rage. ‘‘ Kill me if you dare, ‘you hell-hound!” “Two!” he said, grimly, running his eye along the barrel of his weapon. “ hree!” oe Four!” A ee! ** Will you yield, Kate Keith?” he demanded. ‘* Never !” the determined reply. “Very well. Then take the consequences of ‘your rashness, Five /” The next instant a jet of fire from his wea- pon was followed by a sharp report, Kate Keith threw up her arms with a scream of human agony, and toppled over backward. She never stirred, after striking the floor. Death had been instantaneous. : Prince Pistol. stood over her a moment, in awed silence, ‘*Twice a murderer. ‘‘ But, it had to be so. Now, for her money!” Kneeling beside her, he began to search her person for the wealth for which he had commit- ted the crime. oe Te) The shadowy figure that had followed the outlaw to the cabin, was, of course that of Dead- wood Dick Junior. He had been lurking outside the Gilbert resi- dence, had heard the pistol-shot within, had seen Vassar, or Harkness hasten from the house— and understood all. Like asleuth-hound he fol- lowed the assassin to the cabin; then back to the Ruthven, as fast as his legs could carry him, went the detective. Into the saloon he dashed, and sprung upon a ccard-table. ‘Gentlemen of Cascade, attention!” he cried. ** A foul crime has just been committed. Your citizen, Justin Gilbert, has been robbed and murdered by the mouatain outlaw, Prince Pistol. Ihave tracked the murderer to the last cabin, at the southern end of town! I want a Prince Pistol. score of you to accompany me, to assist in his capture. Follow me, at once, and above all make no noise, lest the cuss escapes us!” There was a yell of assent, and when Dick hurried from the saloon, a hundred grim, re- vengeful men followed in his wake. The cabin was soon reached, and silently sur- rounded. The proceeding had been conducted with the utmost silence. A light burned within the cabin, was still there. By Dick’s order, twenty of the men procured a heavy log, for a battering-ram, and at a given signal, they made a rush against the door. t was but a slimsy affair, and went in with a crash. Dick was the first to clear the threshold, and was in time to see Vassar rising from beside the dead body of Kate Keith. With a yell the detective leaped forward, and clutching the outlaw by the throat, bore him backward to the floor, falling on top of him. A. severe struggle no doubt would have taken place, only that ready hands came to Dick’s as- sistance, and in less time than it takes to tell it, Prince Pistol, King of the West, was a prisoner, Dick then arose. He was still in his disguise of Bill Jinks. ‘*Gentlemen,” he said, ‘‘ this man, who has called himself Prince Pistol, has committed two foulmurders to-night. Further than to recover from him the money he robbed Justin Gilbert of, I, as a detective, have naught todo. I then turn him over to you, the people.” There was a grim murmur of assent at this. Dick knelt beside the prisoner, and removed all the money from his person, transferring it to his own pockets, Then, rising, he said: **- You can do with the prisoner as youlike. I must hasten to the Gilbert residence.” The crowd parted and allowed him to pass out; then, with a howl of rage, Dey pouncey upon the doomed outlaw, and dragged him from the cabin, by the heels, Valentine Vassar knew that it was all up with him. Tne determined faces of his captors more than told him this. They dragged him some distance over the rough ground, until they came to a suitable tree, when a strong rope was quickly affixed over a stout limb. Vassar was now lifted to his feet, and the fatal noose adjusted about his neck. And that was the end of Prince Pistol. CHAPTER XIX. THE END OF THE VENDETTA, Drapwoop Dick, JR., hastened rapidly to the Gilbert residence. There was a large crowd on the outside, but Old Avalanche stood upon the doorsteps, and re- fused them admission, A word from Dick to the scout, and he was permitted to enter. On entering the parlor, a rather unexpected sight met his gaze. Upon a nbing® rad bolstered up with pil- lows, lay Justin Gilbert, his face as white as the sheet that covered him, while his eyes possessed an unnatural brilliancy. Kneeling mpon the floor, weeping bitterly, was his daughter, Gracie; while, a little wa off, stood Sunshine and Jimmy J unebug, wit tearful eyes, Gilbert noticed the detective the moment he entered, and motioned him to approach, ‘‘Come near,” he said, ina husky voice. ‘‘I am glad you have come, for I have something totell you. The vendettaisended. I have been robbed, and wounded unto death. My assassin has escaped—” ‘No, he has not!” Dick interrupted, gently. ‘He has been captured, and ere now has paid the penalty of his crimes, Judge Lynch being his executioner.” ‘** And the money—” ‘* Has been recovered, and is now in my pos- session.” ** Thank God. I owe this to you!” ** Don’t mention it. I read Harkness, better than you did. Are you badly wounded?” “Yes, I can live but a short time. I do not bleed externally, but am all filling ig eens The vendetta is indeed ended; but, before I ass away, I want to explain what none of you now—tell you the story of my life. The story Storm Cloud told to Avalanche was false, in every particular, and the names he gave were fictitious. ‘* But, I must be brief, as my strength is fail- ing. Gather near, all of you, and listen to my last words. Some one cr — seins ——————— “Years ago, in the city of Louisville, Ken- tucky, there were two brothers of us, Justin and Jasper Gilbert. We were twins, but did not greatly resemble each other. ‘** At the age of two-and-twenty, we were suc- cessfully engaged in business, our deceased fa- ther having given us a good start in life. ‘*Tt was about this time that I met, and on short acquaintance, married Kate Keith, a beautiful girl. She had been married to a gambler two years before our union to me, but had obtained a divorce, and at the time I took her for better or worse, she was the mother of an infant girl. Yonder maiden”—point-ng to Sunshine, ‘is her offspring. “The first months of our married life were pleasant, and she bore me in due time, a baby girl—Gracie, here. About a month after this event transpired, she and the child of her first marriage disappeared. At the same time, Jas- per absconded, taking with him all the firm’s available cash, and nearly ruining me. ‘“ Backed bya party of indignant citizens, who were stanch friends of mine, I set out in pursuit. We struck their trail, and hunted far into the South. Here we at last found them, living together in a hut on the banks of the Mis- sissippi. ‘*T had sworn to berevenged for the disgrace put upon my fair name, and vengeance I had in dead earnest. “The guilty pair were stripped to the waist and horse-whipped, each receiving forty lashes. They were then tarred and feathered, and left in their shame. They both swore vengeance, but I neither saw nor heard of them, until I re- ceived a letter from Kate, saying I was doomed and Prince Pistol would be my executioner. Later I learned of the vendetta, and knew Storm Cloud was my brother Jasper.” The mayor spoke further of the visit he had received from Kate Keith; blessed all who were present, and expressed it as his dying wish that Gracie and Sunshine ever be as sisters to each other. He directed that his fortune go to Gracie, and that she reward Dick, Avalanche, and Jimmy Junebug. Then, about the midnight hour, his spirit pass- ed away to that bourn from whence none re- turneth. The vendetta, inspired by the mountain Her- mit was indeed ended. A few words will chronicle what remains to be told. The mayor’s remains were laid away to rest, a couple of days later, and all Cascade was in mourning. The bodies of Valentine Vassar and Kate Keith were also, out of humanity’s sake, treated to decent interment. Gracie received her little fortune from Dick, and liberally rewarded both him and Old Ava- lanche, and Jimmy Junebug was not overlook- ed by the grateful girl. Sunshine secured the treasure left behind by Storm Cloud, and converting it into greenbacks, had a fortune that quite sufficed for every pos- sible contingency. She and Gracie started on a trip through East, in quest of a new home. The three outlaws whom Avalanche and Jimmy had brought to Cascade were given brief trials and then—Judge Lynch again had a job to attend to. One bright morning, a week later, three per- sons, well mounted and armed, rode out of Cas- cade City, in all probability never to return. They were Deadwood Dick Junior, Old Ava- lanche, and Jimmy Junebug, page to the Ter- rific Triangle. THE END. i . : ) ;
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BY PHILIP 8S. WARNE, 67 Patent-Leather Joe; or, Old Rattlesnake, the Charmer. 175 Caprain Arizona; or, Patent-Leather Joe's Big Game, 198 Captain Mask; or, Patent-Leether Joe’s Defeat. 219 Despard, the Duellat; or, The Mountain Vompires. B88 A Tough Boy; or, ‘The Dwart’s Revenge, 868 Little Nornados or, The Outeasts of the Glen, B78 Little Jingo; or, the Queer Pard. B88 Little Oh-my 3 or, Caugiit in His Own Trap, #01 Little Shoo-F ly; or, A Race fora Ranch. 408 Little Leather-Breeches 3 or, Old Jumbo’s Curse, 481 Little Ah Sing or, The Curse of Blood, 451 Colorado Kate. A Tale of the olines. 480 Three Jolly Parda, 517 Jim Gladden’s Deputy. 627 The Jolly Pards to the Reseue. BAZ Sandy Andy; or, A Good Man Down, 656 Larlat Lil; or, The Cast for a Life. 574 Old Weasel-top, the Man with the Dogs, $695 Keen Clem, the Ranch Imp. 599 Jim Dandy, the No-Name Sport. 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BY MAJOR HENRY B. STODDARD, Ex-8cout, B06 N a The Dug-Out Parda. 846 arte Barbone or, The wordsmen of Zacatecas, S54 id-Glave Wile aay oy Hea x a ve Kit ard; or ng. 406 The Mad Man-Hunter; or, The Mystery of Golden ulch, 505 Powell’s Pard; or, The One-Armed Giant. BY MARRY ST. GEORGE. 80 Roaring Ralph Rock d, the Ranger. a4 Rattling Hu 3 or, The Nightnawke 0 Kentucky. 59 Old Hickory ; or, Pandy Ellis’s Scalp. hr Dering mes § or, a Ris of meee soy san ory Har or, rigade’s Sp’ 272 Thunderbolt kom; or, thie Bif-Horder. 4 BY ALBERT W. AIKEN, 11 The Two Detectives; or, The Fortunes ofa Bowery Girl. 76 Abe Colt, the Crow-Killer. 79 Sol Ginger, the Giant Trapper. 288 Joe Buck of Angels and His Boy Pard. A447 New York Nat. 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CARSON, 278 The Three Trappers) or, The Mountain Monster. 288 Indian Joe; or, The White Spirit of the Hills. BY FRANK DUMONT. 120 The Branded Hand or, The Man of Mystery. 127 Wild-Fire, the Boss of the Road. 140 Blue Blazes; or, The Break o’ Day Boys of Rosky Bat. 171 Ebony Dan; or, The Rival Leagues, 185 Evil Eve; or, The Vultures of the Rio Grande, BY CAPT. MARK WILTON, 256 Young Kentuck;: or, The Red Lasso. 270 Biizzard Ben; or, The Riot at Keno Camp. 286 Josh, the Boy Tenderfoot. BY BRACEBRIDGE HEMYNG. 89 Island Jim; or, The Pet of the Family. >i The Captain of the Club; or. The Rival Athletes, 104 Jack Narkaway in New York. 5 BY JOSEPH EE. BADGER, JR, 2 Vellowstone Jack; or, The Trapper. 48 Black John, the Road-Agent; or, Ane Outlaw’s Retreat. 65 Murricane Bill; or, Mustang Sam and His Pard, 119 Mustang Sam} or, The King of the Plains. 186 Night-tinwk Kits or, The Daughter of the Ranch, 144 Diinty Lance the Boy Sport. 151 Panther Paul; or, Dajnty Lance to the Rescue. 160 The Black Giant; or, Dainty Lance in Jeopardy. 168 Deadly Dash; or, Fighting Fire with Fire. 184 The Boy Trailers ; or, Dainty Lance on the War-Path. 208 The Boy Parda; or, Dainty Lance Unmaska. 211 Crooked Cale, the Caliban of Celestial City, 810 The Barranca W olf’; or, The Beautiful Decoy. 819 The Black Rider 3 or, The Horse-Thieves’ League 885 Old Double Fist; or, The Strange Guide 855 The King of the Woods: or. Dantel Boone’s Last Tralk 449 Kit Fox, the Border Boy Detective. BY W. J. HAMILTON, 68 The Red Brotherhood; or, The Twelve Avengers, 66 Single Handy or, A Life for a Lite, 72 Mad Tom Weatern, the Texan Ranger. 887 Ben Bird, the Cave King; or, Big Pete’s Scoop. BY JACK FARRAGUT, 815 Ned, the Cabin Boy. 820 The Sea Sorceress; or, The Boy Skipper, BY LIEUT. Hi. D. PERRY, U. 8, N. 176 The Boy Runaway; or, The Buccaneer of the Bay, 180 The Sea Trailer: or, A Yow Well Kept, 192 Captain Kit; or, The Mystery of Montauk Point. BY HARRY HAZARD. 828 Arkansaw Jack; or, The Scourge of the Mines. 829 Red-Skin Tomy; or, The Demon's Trail, 842 The Mountain Devil; or, Yellow Jack, the Outlaw, BY COL, A. F. HOLT. 899 Black Buckskin; or, The Masked Men of Death Canyon, 419 Kenneth, the Knife-King. 485 Little Lightfoot, the Pilot of the Woods. BY J. W. OSBON. 469 The Rival Glants of Nowhar’. 498 Cactus Burr, the Man from Hard Luck. 5ST Old Buckeye, the Sierra Shadow, 664 Powder Phil, the Boy Miner. BY FREDERICK DEWEY, 818 Cimarron Jack, the King-Pin of Rifle-Shote, 478 Tangemund, the Desert Detective. 5642 The Canyon Pards, BY ARTHUR ©. GRISSOM, 440 Little Foxfoot, the Gold Bowle Kid, 558 The Sure-Shot Pards. BY LIEUT. A. K, SIMS, 546 Captain Cactus, the Chaparral Cock, 568 The Dandy of Dodge. 576 The Silver Sport. 588 Saffron Sol, the Man With a Shadow. 689 Tom-Cat_ and Pardy or, The Dead Set at Silver City. 601 Happy Hans, the Dutch Vidocg; or, Red-Hot Times as Round-Up. MISCELLANEOUS AUTHORS, 4 The Wild-Horse Munters. By Capt. Mayne Reld and Frederick Whittaker. 9 Adventures of Baron Munchausen, 12 Gulliver’s Travels. By Dean Swift, 14 Aladdin; or, The Wonderful Lamp. 16 Robinson Oruaoe. (27 Illustrations.) 18 Sindbad the Sailor. His Seven Voyages. 22 The Sea Serpent; or, The Boy Robinson Crusoe, By Juan Lewis, 88 The Ocean Bloodhound; or, The Red Pirates of the Carribees. By 8, W. Pierce. 86 7s Boy Clown} or, The Queen ofthe Arena, By Frank e n. 88 Ned Wylde. the Boy Scout. By Texas Jack. 51 The Boy Rives; or, The Underground Camp. By Archie C, Lrons. : 95 The Rival Rovers; or, The Freebooters of the Misslasippt, By Lieut.-Col, Hazeltine. 98 Robin Hood, the Outlawed Earl; or, The Merry Men of Green- wood. By Prof, Gildersleeve, 105 Old Rube, the Hunter; or, The Crow Captive, By Captain Hamilton Holmes. 112 The Mad Wuntery; or, The Cave of Death. By Burton Saxe. 124 Tippy, the Texan; or, The Young Champion, By George er aon. 128 The Young Privateer; or, The Pirate’s Stronghold. By Harry Cavendish, 148 Sharp Sam; or, The Adventures of a Friendless Boy. By Je Alexander Patten. 227 Dusky Darrell, Ky aed or, The Green Ranger of the Yel~ lowstone. By Edward eraon, 261 Fergus Fearnaught the New York Boy. By George L. in. 266 Killb’ar, the Guides or, Davy Crockett’s Crooked Trail. By Enal, . D, Warren. 298 Red Claw, the One-Eyed Trapper; or, The Maid of the Clif, By Captain Comatock. B17 Peacock Pete, the Lively Lad from Leadville. By Lieu- tenant Alired Thorne. 828 The Sky Vetectives or, A Boy’s Fight for Life and Honor, By Maior Mickey Free. 850 Hed Ralph, the River Rover; or, The Brother’s Re- BGS Tultimere Them the Bootblack Detective. By A. P. Morrlas en 6 * o Be 874 ¢e d-Dust Tomy or, Ben’s Double Match. By George Hy oree, 876 California Joe's First Trail. By Colonel Thomas 418 Billy Romboh 11, the Cliff Climber. By F. 8. Winth mber, By F. 8. 47S The Black ae Bs John 8, Warner. = 454 Comanche Dick and His Three Invincible, By enry J. \. 52 Wisard-Arm, the Dandy Sport. By Arthur , Holt, 582 The © k win Brooke Forrest. BGS Reel Nein By David Druid 585 Will Waters, the Boy Ferret. By H, Enton. — A New Issue Every Tuesday. The Walf-Dime Library {s for sale by all newsdealers, five cents per copy, or sent by mail on receipt of alx cents each, BEADLE AND ADAMB, Publishers, 98 William Street, New Yer \
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Published Every Tuesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at tne Uniform Price of Five Cents. BY EDWARD L, WHEELER, Deadwood Dick Novels. 1 Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road. 20 Double Daggers } or, Deadwood Dick’s Defiance, 28 Buffalo Ben; or, Deadwood Dick in Disguise. 85 Wild Ivan, the Boy Claude Duval. 42 Phantom Miner; or, Deadwood Dick’s Bonanza, 49 Omaha OL; or, Deadwood Dick in Danger. 57 Deadwood Dick's Eagles; or, The Pards of Flood Bar. 7B Deadwood Dick on Deck; or, Calamity Jane, the Heroine, 7? Corduroy Charlie; or, Deadwood Dick’s Last Act. 100 Deadwood Dick in Leadville, 104 Deadwood Dick’s Device; or, The Double Cross Sign. 109 Deadwood Dick as Detective. 129 Bene rere Dick’s Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon’s nicn. 188 Blonde Bill; or, Deadwood Diek’s Home Base. 149 A Game of Gold; or, Deadwood Dick’s Big Strike. 156 Deadwood Dick of Deadwood} or, The Picked Party. 195 Deadwood Dick’s Dream; or, The Rivuls of the Road. 201 The Black Hills Jezebel; or, Deadwood Dick’s Ward. 205 Deadwood Dick’s Doom; or, Calamity Jane’s Last Ad- venture, 217 Captain Crack-Shot, the Girl Brigand. 1 Sugar-Coated Sam; or, The Black Gown. 282 Gold-Dust Dick. A Romance of Roughs and Tonghs, 268 Deadwood Dick’s Pivides or, The Spint of Swamp Lake. 268 Deadwood Dick’s Death Trail. 809 Deadwood Dick’s Big Deals; or, The Gold Brick of regon. 821 Deadwood Diek’s Dozen; or, The Fakir of Phantom Flats, 847 Deadwood Dick’s Ducats; or, Rainy Days in the Dig- ings. 851 Deadwood Diek Sentenced; vr, The Terrible Vendetta. 862 Deadwood Dick’s Claim; or, The Fairy Face of Faro Flats. 405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City. 410 Poadweod Dick’s Diamonds ; or, The Mystery of Joan ‘orter. . 421 Deadwood Dick in New York; or, A “ Cute Care,” 480 Deadwood Dick’s Dust; or, The Chained Hand, 448 Deadwood Dick, Jr. 448 Nickel-Plate Neds or, Deadwood Dick Jr's Defiance. 458 Sunflower Sam, of Shasta; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Full Hand. 459 Flush Fan, the Ferret; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Big Ronnd- Up. 465 Phitte Fly, of Phenix; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Racket at aim le 471 Bozeman Bill; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Corral, 476 umbeldt Marry, -be Hurricane; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s ing Detective, 481 Moll Mystery; or, Deadwood Dick Jr. in Dendwood. 491 bye praet, the King of the West; or, Deadwood Dick r’s Compact. 496 Monte Cristo, Jr.: or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Inheritance. Fae Rentnied Stas piven. 515 Deadwood Dick’s Protegee. 522 Deadwood Dick’s Three. 529 Deadwood Dick’s Danger Ducks, 544 Deadwood Dick’s Death Hunt. 539 Deadwood Dick Jr. in Texas. ee ponewrees ee Jr. Bo Warne Vidoeg. cand woo ck on a Mettle. 554 Deadwoed Dick, Jr. in Gotham 561 Deadwood Dick in Boston, Eta Desavecd Dick Jrvin Okiemeer eadwo ¢ r. in cago. 578 Deadwood Dick, Jr. Afloat. 584 Deadwood Dick, Jr. in Denver. 590 Deadwood Dick, Jr's. Decree. to pesenece tat r. an Dera ve Baska, endw oo: ck Jr. at Coney Island. 606 5 tga sagen Dick Jr’s Leadville Lay; or, Bristol and nc m, Other Novels by E. L. Wheeler. 26 Cloven Hoof, the Buffalo Demon. 2 Bob Woolt’; er, The Girl Dead-Shot. 89 Death-Face, Detective; or, Life in New York, 45 Old Avalanche; or, Wild Edna, the Girl Brigand. 58 Jim Bludsoe, Jr., the Boy Phenix, | 61 Buckhorn Bill; or, The Red Rifle Team. | 69 Gold Rifle, the Sharpshooter; or, The Boy Detective, 80 Rosebud Rob or, Nugget Ned, the Knight. ! 84 Idyl, the Girl Miner; or, Rosebud Rob on Hand. 188 Phetograph Phil; or, Rosebud Rob’s Reappearance, | 92 Canada Chet}; or, Old Anaconda in Sitting Bull’s Camp, 96 Watch-Eye; or, Arabs and Angels of a Great City, 18 Jack Hoyle the Young Speculator. 17 Gilt-Edged Dick, the Sport Detective 21 Cinnamon Chip, the Girl Sport. 25 Bonanza Bill, Miner. 88 Boas Bob. the King of Bootblacks, 1 Solid Sam, the Boy Road-Agent. 5b joa ny Ferret, the New York Detective; or, Boss Bob’s o8s JOD. 1 New York Nell, the Boy-Girl Detective. 7 Nobby Nick of Nev ada; or, The Sierras Scamps, 1 Wild Frank, the Buckskin Bravo. 209 Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective. 218 Fritz to the Front; or, The 2 page Geet Hunter, 226 Snoozer, the Boy Sharp; or, The Arab Detective, 286 Apollo Ball, the Trail Tornado. 240 Cyclone Kit, the Young Giadiator, 244 Sierra Sam, the Frontier Ferret. 248 Stlerra Sam’s Secret; or, The Bloody Footprints. 25% Sierra Sam’s Pard; or, The Angel of Big Vista, 258 Sierra Sam’s Seven; or, The Stolen Bride. 278 Jumbo Joe, the Boy Patrol; or, The Rival Heirs, 277 Denver Dol , the Detective Queen, 281 Denver Doll's Victory. 285 Ponver Doll’s Decoy ; or. Little Bill’s Bonanza, 291 Turk, the Boy Ferret. . 296 Denver Doll’s Drift; or, The Road Queen. 299 A Na. 1, the Dashing Toll-Taker. . $08 ’Liza Jane, the Girl Minor; or, the Iron-Nerved Sport, 825 Kelley, Mickey & Co., the Detectives of Philadelphia. 830 Little Qu'ck-Shot; or, The Dead Face of Daggeraville, 884 Kangaroo Kit; or, The Mysterious Miner, 889 Kangaroo Kit’s Racket. 848 Manhattan Mike, the Bowery Blood. 858 First-Class Fred, the Gent from Gopher. 865 ae Jim, the Gold-Gatherer; or, The Lottery of wile 872 Yreka Jim’s Prize. B78 Nabob Ned; or, The Secret of Slab City. BS2 Cool Kit, the King of Kids; or, A Villain’s Vengeance, 885 Yreka Jim’s Joker; or, The Rivals of Red Nose, 89 Bicycle Ben; or. The Lion of Lightning Lode, 94 Yreka Jim ef Yuba Dam. 400 Wrinkles, the Night-Watch Detective. 416 High Hat Harry, the Base Ball Detective, 6 Sam Slabaidea, the r-Boy Detective, #3 Jim Beak and Pal, rivate Detectives, dee eal alred adardardealaed Bra Pe 8 Santa Fe Sal, the Slasher. » Sam, the Sparkler. BY CHARLES MORRIS, 118 Will Somers, the Boy Detective, 122 Phil Hardy, the Boss Buy. 126 Picayune Pete; or, Nicodemus, the Dog Detective. 180 Detective Dick; or, The Hero in Rags. 142 Handsome Harry, the Bootblack Detective, 147 Will Wildfire, the Thorouglibred. 52 Black Ress, Will Wildfire’s Racer. 57 Mike Merry, the Harbor Police Boy. 62 Will Wildfire in the Woods, 65 Billy Baggage, the Railroad Boy. 7O A Trump Card; or, Will Wildfire Wins and Loses, ee ee 74 Bob Rockett; or, Mysteries of New York. 179 Bob rocket, the Bank Runner, 188 The Hidden fonds or, Will Wildfire’s Revenge. 187 Fred Halyard, the Life Boat Bey; or, The Smugglers, 189 Bob Rockett; or, Driven to the Wall. 196 Shadowed ¢ or, Bob Rockett’s Fight for Life. 206 Dark Paul, the Tiger King. 212 Dashing Dave, the Dandy Detective. 220 ‘Tom Tanner; or, The Black Sheep of the Flock, 225 Sam Charcoal the Premium Darky. 285 Shadow Sam, the Messenger Boy. 242 The Two * Bloods”; or, Shenandoah Bill and His Gang. 252 Dick Dashaway ;: or, A Dakota Boy in Chicago, 262 The Young Sharps: or, Rollicking Mike’s fot Trail, R74 Jolly Jim, the Detective Apprentice. 289 Jolly Jim’« Job; or, The Young Detective. 298 The Water-Hound; or, The Young Thoroughbred, 805 Dashaway, of Dakota; or, A Western Lad in the Quaker City. 824 Ralph Ready, the Hotel Boy Detective. 1 Tony Thorne, the Vagabond Detective. 858 The Reperter-Detective; or, Fred Flyer’s Blizzard, B67 Wide-Awake Joe; or, A Boy of the Times, 879 Larry, the Leveler; or, The Bloods of the Boulevard, 408 Fireliy Jack, tle River-Rat Detective. 428 The Lost Finger; or, The Entrapped Cashier. 428 Fred Flyer, the Reporter Detective. 482 Invincible Logan, the Pinkerton Ferret, 456 Billy Brick, the Jolly Vagabond. 466 Wide-Awake Jerry, Detective; or, Entombed Alive, 479 Detective Dodge; or, The Mystery of Frank Hearty, 488 Wild Dick Racket. 01 Boots, the Boy Fireman: or, Too Sharp for the Sharper, 6 e Seerct Service Boy Detective, 596 Jimmy the Kid; or, A Lamb Among Wolves. BY OLL COOMES. 5 Vagabond Joe, the Young Wandering Jew. 18 The Dumb Spy. 27 Antelope Abe, the Boy Guide. 81 Keen-Knife, the Prince of the Prairies. Al Lasso Jack, the Young Mustanger. 6S The Border King; or, The Secret Foe. 71 Delaware Dick, the Young Ranger Spy. 74 Wawk-eye Harry the Young Trapper Ranger. 88 Rollo, the Boy Ranger. 184 Sure Shot Seth, the Boy Rifleman. 148 Sear-Face Saul, the Silent Hunter 146 Silver Star, the Boy Knight, 158 Eagle Kit, the Boy Demon. 168 Little Texas, the Young Mustanger, 178 Old Solitary, the Hermit Trapper. 182 Little Murricane, the Boy Captain. 202 Prospect Pete ; or, The Young Outlaw Hunters, 208 The Boy Hercules: or, The Prairie Tramps, 218 Tiger Tom, the Texas Terror. 224 rete: 3 Dick; or, Trapper Tom’s Castle. 228 Little Wildfire, the Young Prairie Nomad. 288 The Parson Detective; or, The Little Ranger, 248 The Disguixed Gulde ; er, Wila Raven, the Ranger. 260 Dare-Devil Dan, the Young Prairie Ranger. 272 Minkakin Mike, the Boy Sharpshooter. 290 Little Foxfire, the Boy Spy. 800 The Sky Demon ; or, Rafbolt, the Ranger. 884 Whip-King Joe, the Boy Ranchers. 409 Wercules; or, Dick, the Boy Ranger. 417 Webfoot Moxe, the Tramp Detective. Baby Sam, the Boy Giunt of the Yellowstone, 444 Little Buckskin, tne Young Prairie Centaur, 457 Wingedfoot Fred; er, Old Polar Saul, 468 Tamarac ‘Tom, the Big Trapper Boy. 478 Old Tom Rattler, the Red River Epidemic, 482 Stonewall Bob, the Boy Trojan. 562 Blundering Basil, the Hermit Boy Trapper. BY T. C. HARBAUGH. 28 Nick o’ the Night; or, The Boy Spy of 76. 87 The Hidden Lodge; or The Little Hunter, 47 Nightingale Nats or, Tne Forest Gepicinn ek 3 or, The Outlaws of the gon Trals. 64 Dand arefoet the Woed-Hawk. 82 Kit 866 Velvet Foot, the Indian Detective. 886 Captain Cutlass; or, ‘lhe Brccaneer’s Girl Foe, 896 Rough Rob; or, The Twin Champions of Blue Blazes. 411 The Silken Lasso; or, The Rose of Ranch Robin. 418 Felix Fox, the Boy Spotter. 425 Texas Trump. the Border Rattler. 486 Phil Flash, the New York Fox. 445 The City Vampires; or, Red Rolfe’s Pigeon. 461 One Against Fifty; or, The Last Man of Keno Bar, 470 The Boy Shadow ; or, Felix Fox’s Hunt. 477 The Exceisior Sport; or, The Washington Spotter, 499 Single Sight, the One-Eved Spert. 502 Branded Ben, the Night Ferret. 512 Dedger Dick, the pif 2 Detective. 521 Dodger Dick’s Best Dodge. 528 Fox and Falcon, the Bowery Shadows, 588 Dodger Dick, the Dock Ferret. 548 ger Dick’s Double; or, The Rival Boy Detectives, er Dick’s Desperate Case. 568 ‘er Dick, the Boy Vidoeq. aie he Two Shadows, 582 edger Dick’s Drop. 694 Little Lon, the Street-Singer Detective. BEADLE’S«H ALF-DIME*] JBRARY. No Double Numbers. BY COLONEL PRENTISS INGRAHAM, ? The Flying Yankee; or, The Ocean Outcast, 17 Raiph Roy, the Boy Buccancer; or. The Fugitive Yachts 24 Diamond Dirk; or, The Mystery of the Yellowstone, 62 The Shadow Ships or, The Rival Lieutenants, 75 The Boy Dnellats or, The Cruise of the Sea-Wolf, 102 Dick Dead-Eye, the Boy Smuggier. 111 The Sen-Devil 3 or, The Midshipman’s Legacy. 116 The Hussar Captain 3 or, ‘The Hermit o! Hell Gate. 197 Little Grit; or, Bessie, the Stock-Tender’s Daughter. 204 Gold Plume; or, The Kid-Glove Sport. * 216 Bison BALL, the Prince of the Reins, RV Grit, the Bravo Sports; or, The Woman Trailer. 229 Crimson Kate; or, The Cowboy’s Triumph, 287 Lone Star, the Cowboy Captain. 245 Merle, the Middy 3 or, The Freelance Heir. 250 The Midshipman Mutineer ; or, Brandt, the Buccaneer. 264 The Floating Feather; or, Merle Monte’s Treasure Island. 269 The Gold Ship; or, Merle, the Condemned. 276 merle Monte’s Crulse; or, The Chase of “The Gold 280 Merle Monte’s Fate; or, Pear!, the Pirnte’s Bride, 284 The Sea Marauder; or, Merle Monte’s Pledge. 287 Hilly Blue-Eyes, the Boy Rover of the Rio Grande. 804 The Dead Shot Dandy ; or, Benito, the Boy Bugler. B08 Keno Kit; or, Dend Shot Dandy’s Double. 814 Ear Mysterious Marauder; or, The Boy Bugler’s Long rail, 877 Bonodel, the Buoy Rover; or, The Flagless Schooner, 838 The Indian Pilot; or, The Search for Pirate Island, 887 Warpath WILL, the Boy Phantom. 898 Seawalf, the Koy Lieutenant. 402 Isodor, the Young Conspirator ; or, The Fatal Leagues 407 The Boy Insurgent; or, The Cuban Vendetta. 412 The Wild Yachteman; or, The War-Cloua’s Cruise, 429 Dunean Dare, the Boy Refugee. 488 A Cabin Boy’s Luck; or, Toe Corsair, 487 The Sea Raider. 441 The Ocean Firefly ; or, A Middy’s Vengeance. 446 Maphazard H arry $ or, The Scapegrace of the Sea. 450 Wizard Will: or, The Boy Ferret of New York. 454 Wizard Will's Street Scouts. 462 The Born Gulde; or, The Sailor Boy Wanderer, 468 Neptune Ned, the Boy Coaster. | 474 Flora; or, Wizard Will’s Vagabond Pard. 488 Ferrets Afloat; or, Wizard Will’s Last Case. 487 Nevada Ned, the Revelver Kanger, 495 Arizona Joe the Boy Pard of Texas Jack. 497 Buck Taylor, King of the Cowboys. 508 The Royal Middy ; or, The Shark and the Sea Cat 507 The Hunted Midshipman. 511 The Outlawed Middy. 5620 Buckskin Bill, the Comanche Shadow. 525 Brothers in Buckskin, 580 The Buckskin Bowers. 585 The Buc:.skin Rovers. . 540 Captain Ku-Klux, the Marauder of the Rio, 545 Lieutenant Leo, the Son of Lafitte. 550 Lafitte’s Legacy; or. The Avenging Son. 555 The Creole Corsair. 560 Pawnee BI, the Prairie Shadower. 565 Kent Kingdon, the Card King. 570 Camille, the Card Queen. 575 The Surgeon-Scout Detective. 580 The Outcast Cadet; or, ‘The False Detective, 586 The Buckskin Avenger. 591 Delmonte, the Young Sea- Rover. 5Y7 The Young Texan Detective. 602 The Vagabond of the Mines. 607 The Rover Detective; or, Keno Kit’s Champions, BY BUFFALO BILL (Hon. Wm. F. Cody) 8 Kansas King; or, The Red Right Hand. 19 The Phantom Spy: or, The Pilot of the Prairie. 55 Deadly-Eye, the Unknown Sccut. 68 Border Robin Hood; or, The Prairie Rover. 158 Fancy Frank of Colorado; or, The Trapper’s Trost. LATEST AND NEW ISSUES. 608 The Pitcher Detective’« Foil; or, Double Curve Dan’s Double Play. By Geo. C. Jenks, 609 Bolly Dorrit, the Veteran Detective; or, Little Lightning’s Invinei*lea. By John W. Osbon. 610 Old Skinner, the Gold Shark; or, Tony Sherp on Guard. By T. C. Harbaugh. 611 Bildad Barnacle, the Detective Hercules; or, The Tussle at Tiuble Mountain. By Lieut. A. K. Sims. 612 Deadwood Dick Jr. in Detroit; or, Turning the Tables en Satan. By Edward L. Wheeler. 618 Billy Blazes: or, The Skeléton’s Legacy. By P.S. Warne. 614 Whistling Jacob, the Detective’s Ald; or, The Queer Com- bination. By Jo Pierce. 615 Fighting Harry, the Chief of Chained Cyclone; or, The Heathen Chinee’s Mission, By J, C. Cowdrick. 616 The Ocean Detective; or, The Last Cruise of the Black Bear _ By Gee. C. Jenks. 617 Ralph, the Dead-Shot Scout; or, The Raiders and the Red Riders of the Kio, By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 618 Deadwood Dick, Jr. in Cincinnati; or, The Clincher Campaign. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 619 The Boy ramp Detective; or, The Doubie Grip Witness. By Wim. G. Patten ; 620 Little Lightning’s League; or, The Mystery urtne Island. By John we Osbon. 621 Truthful James, the “Pecooliar” Man; or, The Spoiler Dispoiled. By A. C. Grissom. 622 Texas Tom-Cat’s Triad; or, The Queer Affair at Tomb- atone. By Lieut, A. K. Sims. 628 Buck Bumblebee, the Harlem Hummer; or, The Old Captain’s Moving Miracle. _By Jo Pierce, 624 Deadwood Dick, Jr. in Nevada; or, The Preacher of Pokerville. Bv E. L. Wheeler. 625 Chincapin Dan, the Boy Trailer; or, The Hero of the Crater. By Jos, E. Badger, Jr. 626 The Champion Pards; or, The Lucifer of Silver Bar, By T. C, Harbaugh. Ready July 2%. 627 Tom Bruce of Arkansas; or, The Wolfin the Fold. By Charles Morris. Ready July 30. 628 Broadway Billy’s Dead Act; or, The League of the worn Seven. By J.C, Cowdrick. Ready August 6. 629 Violet Vane, the Velvet Sport; or, The Jubilee of Jacktowp, By Wm. G. Patten. Ready August 13. 680 Deadwood Dick, Jr. in No Man’s Land; or, Golconda, the Gladiator, By Ed. L. Wheeler, Ready August 20. A New Iasue Every Tuesday. 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