Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 539) (1887 11 22)
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ZWELEFTH EDITION. N QUO WA We WW s\ W (it i! ot Lt a Copyright, 1887, by BEADLE AND ADAMS, Entered at the Post Office at New York, November 22, 1887, $2.50 PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY BEADLE AND ADAMS, Price, ead Vol, XX1, a Year. No, 98 WILLIAM STREST, NEW YORK. 5 Cents. No. 539. LAN mem ah : = = = ¢ m _ i a SEZ Sea => — a = i HHH) { i | a IAM ih \\ eh Dern | ee aa hi b 4 i AST I} | i ; | BOI ~~ BENNY : AWM eee iN Ah : Hite ee ' } My ih : if AW R ‘ ) \ a, The Ghouls of Galveston. BY EDWARD L. WHEELER, AUTHOR OF THE ‘DEADWOOD DICK” NOVELS, “DEADWOOD DICK, JR.” NOVELS, ‘‘ DENVER DOLL,” ‘‘ YREKA JIM,” ETC., ETC, CHAPTER I, A STRANGE CASE. GaLveEsrcon, TEXas! fA charming city, located upon an island, in the Gulf of Mexico, and noted for its delightful climate, its fine beach, and—its beautiful women:—a point of interest on which the pen of the author seldom dwells, Z : : One pleasant morning, in early summer, two ‘* MISTER DEADWOOD DICK,” THE PUG ez cpm SAID, THROUGH THE APERTURE OF HIS MASK, “vou men were seated in an elegantly appointed office ARE SUMMONED INTO THE PRESENCE OF THE CAPTAIN OF THE GHOULS,”
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a | _ was decided to open Rut 2 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Texas. fronting upon one of the principal avenues of the city. The office, evidently, was that of an attorney, for it contained a, well-stocked library cf a legal nature, The elder of the party was a portly person of over fifty years, with a massive, intelligent countenance, keen, gray eyes, and hair and beard liberally streaked with gray. He was well dressed, and bore the stamp of being a man of affluence. The other person was in the twenties, and al- though only of medium stature, was, ata glance, ay | wiry and muscular. is face indicated resolution and force of character, while, at the same time, it was pecu- liarly handsome, with a firm but pleasant mouth, piercing eyes, and healthy complexion, added to which was a graceful mustache and becoming head of hair, of brown color. His attire, while not particularly elegant, was of neat appearance, Judging by their conversation, they had only\ just met, when we introduce them to the reader. ‘* You are Mr. Horace Henshaw, 1 believe?” the younger man was saying, interrogatively. ‘*T am, sir,” was the neply ** And you—?” ‘“‘ My name is Bristol—Richard Bristol.” The face of the elder man changed from a business look to an expression of pleasure, ‘*Ah! Then you are Deadw Dick?” ** Deadwood Dick, Junior.” ** Exactly. Believe me, sir, I am glad to meet you!” and Henshaw arose and shook his visitor by the hand, adding: “T see you are prompt in answering my summons?’ ‘*T always endeavor to be prompt in business,” Dick replied, good-naturedly. ‘‘I received a telegram, sent to Frisco, notifying me that my services would be of value here, and so I came. The local chief of police referred me to you, and I’m on deck!” “Quite right. Isuppose you are curious to know what is wanted o oo ‘* Well, yes, moderately.” ‘* Well, then I will explain. I have traveled through the different territories, extensively, and in that way frequently heard of youasa bold and successful detective. Being in the need of such a man, I consulted a Government official, and was advised to try and reach you at Frisco. I placed the matter in the hands of the chiet of police, and, as a result, I was successful, as after a short delay, we gotan answer from you, ‘* Now, the case I have for you to tackle, is this: I want you to hunt downa band of grave- robbers!” _ ‘** Grave-robbers?” ‘* Exactly. For some time past, it is a well- known fact that an organized band has existed in this vicinity, whose business it is to prey up- on the tombs of the dead. Within the past six months at least a half-dozen tombs have been disturbed, and possibly many more. The thing has become so prevalent, that some of the people stand in fear of burying their dead!” ‘* This is strange, indeed,” Dick said. ‘‘ What can be the object of this sacrilege? Have the bodies been spirited away?” ‘Only in one instance, so far as we know. The corpse was that of a child, who had died very suddenly, The police believe, in this in- stance, that the body fell into the hands of a medical student or doctor, but I am not so sure.” + : ‘* How about the other cases?” “Well, they are most puzzling. The first case discovered was as follows: A friend of mine lost his daughter, suddenly, just before she was to have been married. On visiting her grave, the day after she was buried, he found hat it had been disturbed. “ His daughter before her death, had received a number of valuable presents of jewelry from her lover, and at his request, these were buried with her, ‘*When the grave and casket were open, the corpse was found all right, but the jewelry was gone! ‘ ‘*Humph! that’s what I should call a cool robbery!” “So it was, Another instance was that of a female miser, named Old Ruth, who was re- ported to have had a goodly sum of money buried with her. ‘After the first hips 2 was ascertained, it ’s coffin, which had been placed in a burglar-proof vault. No trace of any money was found, although the under- taker swears he placed it in the coffin, at the eld woman’s dying request!” i] { —————— eee ‘* How about the third case?” ‘““That was concerning the child. Case four and five, were the most singular of all. Two well-to-do citizens died, and the police, who have carefully suppressed from the public all news of these strange goings on, visited the widows of the deceased, and advised them to have their dead secretly disinterred, This was done, and the result was a most shocking dis- covery. Both bodies had been buried in costly suits of broadcloth, but the bodies were now nude, and the clothing gone!” ‘*By Jove! that’s whatI call tough!” Dick cried, in astonishment. ‘‘If this be true what you have been telling me, I should think it would have created a sensation that would have reached all over the country!” **So it would, but for the police, who have constrained the relatives in each instance to keep the matter hushed up, so that the rob- bers might not ‘be put upon their guard, you see, ‘* How come you into the secret, then?” “Oh! the chief of police and I are great friends, and he told me, on the quiet. Then, too, I have had a somewhat similar experience. Some weeks ago, before I knew anything of all this, my niece died. She lived in New York, where her father is a retired speculator, but un- fortunately a bed-ridden cripple. Flora—her name was Flora French—had been visiting us, but was suddenly taken off with diphtheria. ‘*T telegraphed to New York, of course, and notified her father of her death, ‘He answered back to spare no pains or ex- pense to have her casket elaborately mounted in solid silver, and have the remains’ put in a re- ceiving vault, wntil he could send a man to escort them to New York. ‘* Well, his request was fulfilled to the letter. The massive handles, the plate, the corners, and even the lid screws, were all of solid silver. It. cost over fifteen hundred dollars for those trim- mings, alone. oN ell, knowing nothing of these ghouls. I had the remains put away in the vault, unsus- picious of danger, But after the police captain told me what he did, we concluded it would be advisable to pay a quiet visit to the vault, and we did so. My worst fears were realized. Everything that was silver about the coffin, was gone, even to the lid screws,” Dick uttered a prolonged whistle, and scratched his head meditatively, while Henshaw sunk back in his chair, and wiped the perspiration: from his brow. ‘“This is the worst I ever heard!” Dick said, directly. ‘* What did you do?” ‘* What could I do. I had the coffin remount- ed, at my own expense, and quietly removed to my bouse, where it remained, until a man came for it.” ‘* What have the police been doing, all/this time?” ‘* All in their power to ferret out the criminals, but to no avail.’ ‘* Have they not suspicioned any one?” ‘No, They do not know who to suspect. Whoever perpetrates these outrages, are cer- tainly adroit rascals, who understand their busi- ness. ‘““Very likely. Who carries the key to the receiving vault?” ‘«The superintendent of the cemetery, which chances to be your humble servant!” ce Ah {”? ** Just so. time.” . “The grave-robbers must have a false key then?” ‘* Certainly.” . ‘T should think the chief would have stationed a Py in the cemetery?” “So he has. A private detective has been on duty, secretly, since the discovery of the second robbery, but that’s all the good it has done. He has failed to see anything of these marauders, whatever.” ** What's his name?” ‘Gilbert Morey!” ‘* What sort of a fellow is he?” “‘Oh! a decent sort of a tellow, I take it. He moves in good society, and seems to stand high in the estimation of the city authorities.” “*Tt would seem that these grave robbers operate for the profit on what spoils they can secure?” “Yes, AsI look at it, when they can secure a haul, there are plenty of fences, in this and adjoining cities, through which they can dis- pose of their spoils, and so do a thriving busi- ness. Itis not an uncommon occurrence for some people to bury costly trinkets with their dead and to ornament the coffins with silver I have held that position for some SA as ee Se a a i I EE ee a a a ee Bas en a a a ee eee trimmings. The latter practice is becoming more and more common as the years advance. During the past six months these scavengers must have realized a couple thousand dollars or more!” ‘“*Tt seems to me,” Dick said, after a few seconds thought, ‘ that it would be better if the matter had been made public!” “The chief thinks not. Suchan action would put the gang on their guard, and they would therefore be doubly hard to ferret out. The chief feels confident that his men will eventual- ly nab them, if the matter is kept quiet, but I got tired of waiting on them, and so sent for ou! ‘*So you think I can catch them, eh?” with a smile. “You bet I do! I have the greatest confi- dence, Richard, in your ability as a detective. I know, if I were a criminal, there’s no man in America I'd fear to have on my trail as much as you!” ick laughed outright. **- You are inclined to flattery!” ‘No, I am not, sir. I mean whatIsay. I want you to quietly take hold of this case, and see what you can do with it, and I will pay you well. I’m out so much money already, that ’'m willing to be out considerable more, in order to bring these grave-robbing miscreants to jus- tice!” ‘Well, if you say so, I'll do what I can, Mr. Henshaw, but as you give me not the slightest clew to work on, 1 must say the outlook don’t look very encouraging.” ‘*Never mind that, You're one of those shad- ows who is liable torun upon a clew when one least’ expects it, my fine fellow. I’ve heard of ou, and know what youcando. Tll wager a bottle of champagne you won’t be a week be- fore you’re on the right trail. There is one thing, however, that I want to ask of you—that you will keep the matter hushed * until you are sure you have got your men. It wouldn’t be using the chief right, you know.” ‘Very well. I will be as discreet as possible, sir.” ‘‘T know you will, my boy. Ah! here comes my son, now, with Gil Morey with him. Itis not necessary for them to know you are a de» tective, you know!” , ‘*No, nor any one else,” Dick replied quickly CHAPTER TI. THE BLAIRS. Dick had scarcely finished speaking, when the door opened, and two young men of about his own age entered. f Both were well dressed, but after a style some- what loud, and both were possessed of average good looks, one being a blonde, and the other a brunette. : The former had a free and easy going air, and could be set down as one who was not wont to be particularly worried, no matter what the cir- cumstances. " The brunette was evidently of an entirely different nature, bis hawkish face, and jet-black eyes, hair and reustache, indicating that he was of a more irritable and nervous temperament, ‘Mr. Bristol, I will make you acquainted with my son, Harry,” Horace Henshaw said, indicating the blonde young man, ‘and also with Detective Gilbert Morey, Boys, Mr. Bris- tol, of ’Frises.” The introduction was acknowledged simply by bows, and then young Henshaw turned to his father. Dad!” he said, ‘‘ I’m broke, and want some money !” The elder Henshaw scowled. ‘*Harry, my boy,” he replied, ‘‘ were you ever known when you were not broke? hat did you do with the last money I gave you?” “Oh! it went, for one thing and another!” “ Principally on poker, I presume?” “Nixee, You don’t catch me playing poker any more, dad!” “T hope not, sir. But, Harry, my son, I sball have to sit severely down on your frequent de- mands for money. You spend entirely too much.” ‘SOh! pshaw, dad; don’t get cranky. You're well off, and I’m sure you don’t want to see me distanced by other fellows whose parents are In orer circumstances, Come, now, just let's ave a couple of hundred cases, and lve got a sure spot on the races, by which I can clear a couple of thousand.” “Can't do it, sir. .I have only about a hun- dred dollars about me.” ait “Well, that will do on apinch. If I win at the races, Pll return it.” “I guess there’s no danger of that,” the law, —
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‘yer replied, as he reluctamwtly took a roll of bills from his pocket, and counted out a hundred dol- lars. ‘There now, don’t come bothering me any more,” “ All right, dad; I'll try not to,” Harry re- plied, receiving the money, and thrusting it into his pocket. ‘* Much obliged.” Then he and Gil Morey left the office to- gether, ot: Heigh-ho! That boy wil! bankrupt me yet, if I don’t shut down on his demands for money,” Horace Henshaw declared, after their de- parture. He don’t seem to realize that it is much harder to acquire wealth than it is to spend it. He's a spoiled boy, is my Harry.” ‘**Over-indulgence on the part of a parent has been the means of spoiling many a child,” Dick philosophically declared. ‘* Very true, sir, very true. My boy has never known necessity, or what it was to work, and hence he 1s not as circumspect as he should be. A gang of his chums, as he calls them, hang around him, and help him spend his money. But, the thing must be stopped.’ If Farry wants to be a scapegrace, he must use his own resources in the future.” ‘‘ You son is in the habit of gambling, I take it?” “Yes, and it has cost him, or rather me, many a dollar.” ‘* Ts this detective one of the hangers-on you referred to?” “No, I think not. I believe he has some money of his own, and I never took him for a ‘man who would sponge upon an acquaintance. However, I may be mistaken.” After a few minutes more in conversation, Dick said: ‘* Well, Mr. Henshaw, if I am to undertake to root out these grave-robbers, Pl. go and hunt me up a boarding-place, and then, take a look around the city, so as to get the lay of the Jand,” ‘Quite right, sir; and if you do not care to put up ata hotel, permit me to recommend you to a delightful private boarding-cottage, over- looking the bay and beach. She is a personal friend of mine is Mrs, Blair, who keeps the ‘place, and you will find everything comfortable and home-like. I will write you a letter of iatroduction, and it will fix things all solid for rou.” Dick thanked him, and a few minutes later received a sealed note, with full directions where to present it. He then took leave, promising to call again soon, He had no difficulty in finding the place to which he had been recommended. It proved to be a et ae cottage, set down upon a little terraced lawn, directly over- looking and within a stone’s throw of the beach and bay, which separates Galveston from the mainland, Dick’s ring brought a buxom, pleasant-faced matron to the door, and after delivering his ‘message, he was invited into a neatly-furnished parlor, and given a seat, : d “Why, this is from Mr. Henshaw, isn’t it?” Mrs. Blair said, glancing at the superscription upon the envelope. Anda pleased expression dawned upon her features as she tore open the message and glanced at its contents. ““TIn-leed!” she said. ‘‘Why to be sure we shall be only too glad to accemmodate you, Mr. Bristol, as we want all the boarders we can get. My busband’s long illness has made it necessary for myself and daughter to resort to keeping a few boarders in order to earn a livelihood. Bethel?” Tn answer to her call, a young woman entered from an adjoining apartment. It had been Deadwood Dick’s good-fortune to meet a good many handsome young ladies, but he could remember none so gloriously beautiful as this image of lovliness his gaze now rested upon. ‘She possessed a willowy, graceful figure, a face of rare sweetness and piquancy of expres- sion, soft-brown eyes, and hair like a dream of summer sunshine. Though plainly dressed, she was a picture that an artist would have gone into ecstasies over. 4 ef 5 Bristol, this is my daughter, Bethel, Bethel, Mr. Bristol, our new boarder. See that the second-story front is prepared for the gen- _tleman’s accommodation.” Bethel gracefully acknowledged the introduc- tion, and then excusing herself, quietly with- rew, ‘““A remarkably pretty daughter you have, Mrs, Blair,” Dick observed, i she don’t care particularly to be reminded of it. I have always reared her to dislike flattery, and | By the way, | think I have attamed my object. Mr. Bristol, you have only recently arrived in our city, I judge.” ** About three hours ago.” “Then, you must be hungry. If you will ex- cuse me for a few minutes, I will pick you up a lunch. Our dinner will be ready at six.” Dick thanked her and she withdrew, when the new boarder picked up a book and began to glance it over. Suddenly he was surprised to see himself con- fronted by a haggard, emaciated individual, with long gray hair and beard—a wild-eyed man, whose cadaverous complexion and atten- uated figure plainly indicated that he was a victim of consumption, or some other wasting disease. He supported himself upon crutches, and was poorly dressed. “Yes, Bethel is tolerable good-looking, sir,” | the mother replied, ‘‘ although she is so diffident , when he unexpectedly came face to face with Bethel, who was very pale and had evidently been weeping. “Ob! Mr, Bristol!” she cried, ‘ Tam so glad 1 found you. Mamma wants to know if you won’t come to the house, and spend the rest of the evening. Papa has had another violent spell, and threatened to kill the both of us, and we are so afraid of him!” ‘** Certainly I will come,” Dick replied. ‘* What is the matter with your father, Miss Blair?’ ‘*Oh! dear, he sometimes has crazy spells and imagines that we are trying to put him ou of the way, and gets so ugly we cannot do any- thing with him,” “That is very unfortunate. Perbaps any in- terference on my part will only make matters worse?” “Oh! no it won’t. He always quiets down and is peaceable, when any of the men folks are around. It is only when we are alone that he becomes so violent,” They burried along together, in the direction ** Well, who are you?” the man demanded, in | of the cottage, when they came face to face a sharp, rasping tone of voice. ‘*Oh! Pm a new boarder,” Dick replied. ‘ os New boarder, hey? Who told you to come ere? : ‘*T was recommended by a gentleman named Henshaw!” ‘Was, hey? I thought so. He recommends all the boarders to come here, curse him! He’s an infernal rascal!” Dick did not know what to say to this unex- pected charge upon the lawyer, and so said noth- ing. ‘Yes, he’s an infernal rascal!” the old man pursued, vehemently, ‘‘and when you come to know him as well as I do, you will find ’m right. HeknowsI ain’t long for this world, and he’s waitin’ for me to die, so that he can step into my shoes, and marry my widow. Oh! I know his game! He has found out that there’ is a big insurance on my life, and expects to get a whack out of it. But, he’ll get left, as sure as my name is Ben Blair!” And shaking his fist at the new-comer, the eccentric individual hobbled out of the room, once more alone, ‘I wonder it [ve struck a lunatic asylum, or what? I should infer that the old story. lt may be, however, that he comes Mrs. Blair soon came bustling in witha tempt- Dick proceeded to satisfy his hunger, she sat down and chatted with him. ‘Do you intend to stay long in town, Mr, Bristol?” sbe asked. ‘*T am not prepared to say as to that,” he re- sponded. ‘‘I have some business matters to look after here, and do not know how long they will keep me.” *“*T hope you will stay a considerable while, anyhow, sir. The room I am having prepared for you is one of the best in the house, and im- mediately adjoins that occupied by Mr. Morey.” ** Ah! Mr. Morey, the detective?” , ‘Yes, sir. Do you know him?” ““T have simply been introduced to him, that’s all,” Dick replied, He soon afterward excused himself on the plea that he wanted to look around the city, and took his temporary departure, to mine, eh?” he mused. ‘‘ Kind of queer we should be thrown in so near contact with each other. I don’t know how it is, but 1 took a dis- like to the fellow the first I set oyes upon him,” He spent the remainder of the day in looking to work to ferret out the identity of the grave- robbers. and dined in company with Mrs. Blair and her | sauntered down along the beach, which is noted for being one of the most beautiful in the Gulf | region. ere he encountered many pretty girls and | gallants, and himself came in for a liberal share of sly glances from the gentler sex. for in truth there were few young men upon the promenade of more commanding presence than the stran- ger, albeit there were pherr. who were more fashionably attired, and, as the saying goes, et on more airs,” inally tiring of the promenade, he turned to retrace his foot teps toward the Blair cottage, ** Well! well!” Dick mused, when he was | words are unbecoming a gent | ent is a little off color, in the second- | ing lunch of cold meats and fruits, and while | individual o “So this Morey is to oceupy the room next | really, I couldn’t put up wi At six o’clock he returned to the Blair cottage, | abuse.” with Gil Morey, who halted directly in their ath. ee Miss Bethel!” he cried, his face darkening with passion, ‘‘ I am astonished!” ‘* Astonished at me?” Bethel replied, ‘* And why so, sir!” **To see you out here promenading witha total stranger, whom you know nothing about. You should have more respect for yourself!” ‘““Mr. Morey, this gentleman is our new boarder, and mamma sent me after him!" Bethel cried, her eyes flashing with indigna~ tion. ‘‘ Furthermore, sir, I_ believe I have the right to go with whoever I please.” ‘*T don’t know about that. After keepin steady company with me for over a year, think I ought to have a word to say about that. You are not showing me the least respect by galavantin’ around with every Tom, Dick and Harry!” It was Deadwood Dick’s tarn, now, to flush with anger, ‘* Have a care, sir!” he cried, ‘how you ad- dress this young lady, in my presence. Your eman!” “Bah! what do care for you!” Morey sneered, ‘* You're a nobody, anyhow, and don’t know who you are talking to!” *T know just who I am talking to, but what closer to the truth than I think, for it occurs to | it is, I cannot say!” Dick declared, ceolly ; “and me now that Mrs, Blair seemed uncommonly pleased when she read Henshaw’s letter.” | its business, I shall certainly try to find out the ' if the thing don’t step aside, and go along about nature of it, Come! mosey!” ‘“*Not for you! Miss Bethel’s got to accom- pany me home—not you!” “T shall do nothing of the kind, Gilbert Morey!” Bethel cried indignantly, ‘‘ You are | quite overreaching your authorivy, sir!” ‘*No! Miss Blair will not accompany you!” / Dick declared, emphatically, ‘and if you don’t | step out of our path, I shall give you a lift you won’t appreciate!” Pg 9 who’s afraid of you? You're a dirty cur “And this is my answer to that!” and step- ping quickly forward, Dick gave Morey a re- sounding slap across the face that knocked that iP his feet. ; CHAPTER III. | THE EAR AT THE KEYHOLE, Git Morey arose to his feet, and brushed the dirt off his clothes, ‘Pl get even with you, curse you!” he cried, savagely shaking his fist at his assailant. ‘ PL pay you back, with interest, if it costs me my ife, and don’t you forget it!” With which threat he turned and hurried away, while Dick and Bethel also hastened on over the town, and was much pleased with what | toward the cottage, he saw, but failed to see just how he was to go | ‘*Tam sorry that I was forced into that un- pleasant scene!” Dick said, apologetically, “ but, that fellow’s “You did perfectly right!” Bethel declared daughter, there being no one else present. / “and I should not have blamed you if you had Later in the evening, Dick lit a cigar, and | given him worse than you did. Maybe i. will earn him a lesson that will do him good!” ““Tconsider that extremely doubtful,” Dick answered, with a smile, ‘‘I don’t believe any ood was born in the fellow and it’s a pretty ard work to break in an old bear, anyéow, so that he can be trusted.” And there the subject cropeeé. When they reached the Blaie cottage, they. found Mrs. Blair standing in the doorway, peinging her hands, and looking greatly dis- re ‘Oh, mamma, what is it?” Bethel cried, npah- ing forward, ‘“ Tell me, did he hurt you ¢
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See ee oe ea ee FEL Te > ‘“*Nof no! my child—worse than that. He fell mm a fit, after you went out, and, before I could prevent him, he drew a knife and stabbed himself through the heart, killing kimself almost instantly. It’s all over, now; poor Benjamin will never suffer any more!” As she spoke, she turned and led the way into the house, and to the dining-room, where, out- stretched upon the floor, lay her husband, stone dead, a dirk-knife handle protruding from his bosom. His face was considerably distorted, the eyes staring glassily toward the ceiling. Dick knelt beside the stricken man, and felt ee sg pulse, but it had long since ceased to ** Yes, he is dead,” he said, ‘‘and as he was such an evident sufferer, it is, perhaps, better so. I suppose he better be left lying where he is, until the coroner views the remains,” ** Yes, I suppose it would not be lawful to re- move him. ould it be too much trouble for you to go to the police station, and have the coroner notified?” “Oh! certainly not. mand!” Dick tag you want notified?” “You might stop at Mr. Henshaw’s, on the way, and tell him. He is an eld friend, and will be very sorry to hear of what has happened.” “‘T am not so sure whether he will or not!” Dick mused, as he took his departure. ‘If the deceased was right in what he told me, I should presume Henshaw will be secretly elate over the affair!” He stopped and left word at the Henshaw office, and then went on to Police Headquarters, where he had the coroner notified. This done, he returned to the Blair cottage. Horace.Henshaw had already arrived, aad was endeavoring to console the widow, and evi- dently was on a fair way to success, for she didn’t seem to take her husband’s death very much to heart. Nor did Bethel. f A cynic might have formed the opinion that the suicide was a welcome thing to the family. ““Of course, it is a very sad case, my dear Mrs. Blair,” Henshaw was saying, ‘‘ but not so a as it might have been. our husband has eft you the ten-thousand-dollar insurance olicy, and that will provide for you very icelv.” ** Very true, Mr. Henshaw, but, will there not be some trouble about collecting the money on edema of my husband having committed sui- ride ‘*Tn all probability there would; but, you see, 1 am attorney for the company, which is a local concern, and if any one can pull the case, I ae ‘“Thank you! thank you, Mr. Henshaw. You are very kind, and elways have been. But, will it not cost considerable?” ‘Undoubtedly it will, cost something; but, of that we will speak at another time. I will figure on it, and let you know my price for making the collection. I will do it for you much cheaper than any one else.” Dick had overheard this conversation, and it caused his mind to revert to what Mr. Blair had told him, before his tragic death, “*T begin to believe this Henshaw is playing a game for gain,” the detective mused, “and I’m not going to lose track of the matter. Mrs. a is not going to be swindled, if I cam help it, The coroner arrived later in the evening, ac- com by several policemen, and recom- mended, after viewing the remains, that they be laid upon a lounge until the morrow, when he would impannel a jury, and render a verdict. He also ordered that two policemen remain at the cottage, to see that Mrs, Blair or her daugh- ter made no attempt to escape. This action on his part, caused the ladies much uneasiness, but Dick and Horace Henshaw finally succeeded in quieting their fears, by as- suring them that it was merely a part of the official’s duty. Henshaw offered to remain with the officers and watch over the dead; so, late in the evening Dick sought his room and retired for the night. His bed stood along the side of the room, — the wall, where a door had been cut through, communicating with an adjoining room, Dick took goed care to sée that this door was locked, and the key on his own side of the door, He did not fall asleep at once. His mind was too active, and kept reviewing the incidents that had occurred during his first day in Gal- veston. It was not. over an hour after he had retired IT am quite at your com- ‘‘Is there any one else | | Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Texas. ———. when he heard some one enter the adjoining chamber, which, according to Mrs. Blair, was occupied by Gil Morey. Now, however, there were evidently two per- sons, for Dick heard voices in conversation, and impelled by curiosity, softly changed his po- sition in bed, so that his ear came in close con- tiguity to the keyhole. hat he heard gradually developed to be in- teresting. ‘** Well, the old man’s dead,” the voice of Har- ry Henshaw said, “Yes, DPve been looking for this result for some time,” Gil Morey’s falsetto voice replied. “[’'m not surprised in the least, you know.” ‘* What do you mean by ‘ this result?” Morey laughed. ** Blamed if I don’t.” ** Well, try it on and see how you'll come out. There'll be a breeze stirred up in this town.” ; _ ‘Oh! well, here’s the money. But I’m getting tired of this sort of business.’ ‘* I don’t care a fig if you are,” Morey replied. * When I[ call, you come totime. When you re- | fuse, why, you come to grief.” ‘“* Maybe it will not long be thus,” Harry re- | torted, and rising, he left the room, While in the next room Deadwood Dick lay back upon his pillows and cogitated deeply over what he had heard. ‘*T wonder if I will be able to pick up any useful threads ovt of this conversation?’ he mused. ‘‘ Possibly Imay have struck a lead that ‘*Can’t you guess?” he said. ‘I thought you were more up to snuff.” ‘“* Why surely you do not mean to intimate—” ** But, Ido, though. Old Blair was neither a fool nor crazy, and clung onto life as tenacious- ly as a leech, even if he did have consumption!” ‘**But I cannot believe that Mrs. Blair would—” ‘**Oh! believe that Mrs. Blair would or would not, just as you like. Its none of your business, nor mine,‘anyhow. [ll wager you a new hat, though, that ten thousana dollars is a big temp- tation for any one, and I'll do even better; Pll bet you a gold watch that Mrs. B——is Mrs. Henshaw inside of a fortnight, my dear boy!” **Bah! nonsense. My old man eim’t so fool- ish as to get married again.” “Don’t you fret yourself.. Your old man’s smart enough to pull in all the boodle he can get his hands on, and don’t you forget it. Dve known how things have been working, for a long time, and you can bet you are bocked for a new mother-in-law.” “Well, if that’s the case, I could lock further | and fare worse. It won’t matter a row of pins | to me, either way. The more money the old | are makes, themore I can draw on him for. ee?” “Fifa! ba! yes. You’re in luck to have a dad | to draw on. By the way, you said you bad re- ceived a notice of a meeting!” “Yes. To-morrow night, at the usual hour, usual place, I suppose.” ‘Got any idea what business is to be trans- acted?” \ “No, I oaly got a second’s interview with the captain. Must be something of importance, likely, for a full attendance is desired.’ ** Pil be there.” “Probably I shall, too,” young Henshaw said. | ** And, by the way; Gil, I heard you got your mouth Tae to-night. How about that?” ‘* Well, I suppose it’s true!” Morey growled, | “T met Bethel walking along with that cur, | Bristol, whom your old man gave us an intro- | duction to, and J tried to get her to leave him and come with me, when he up and unexpected- ly slapped me across the mouth!” ‘What did you do?” ‘What did I do! Why, I knocked him down, of course, and would have broken his head, only Bethel begged me to let up on him!” “Oh! come off, Gil! What are you trying to give us? You didn’t touch the fellow at all, but sneaked off like a whipped cur!” | “It’s a lie! It’s a lic!” cried Morey, fiercely. ** Look out! don’t you call me a liar!” “I didn’t say you was, but I do say that whoever told you that lied, infamously!” ‘* Well, I got my information from those who saw the whole thing, and they’re the boys who won't lie unless there’s a big pot on the board!” ‘Who do you mean?” “Oh! the gang—such fellers as Bill Little, Barker, Hen Mitchell and Reddy, the tough, They wcr’n’t the only ones who saw you, either, Fred Warden and Morris Shannon saw it, too, and enjoyed it immensely!” “Oh! dry up! Itsalie. They’ve been stuf- fin’ you because you’re so gullible. Why, I’m going to challenge the fellow to fight to a finish, to-morrow. Be careful how you give away | names. That fellow may have the next room, for what we know, and there’s no telling who or | what he is!” j ‘** You ought to be able to tell something near | what he is,” Henshaw laughed. ‘“ But let that | drop. I must be goingnow. I may catch on to some luck before I sleep,” -. **Humph! not much likelihood of it, I guess. How a money have you got?” “ec ** Let me have half.” ** For what?” ** Because I want it.” ** Confound it, so do 1.” ‘ “That don’t matter, Dare you refuse me?” u \ ; will pan out well, I hope so.” CHAPTER IV. ENLIGHTENING THE WIDOW. THe next forenoon the coroner’s inquest over the remains of Benjamin Blair was held. Aside from the coroner and his jury, there were few present, except the widow and her daughter, a couple of police, Deadwood Dick, Horace Henshaw, and a member of the local life insurance company. The neighbors were generally excluded. When called upon to testify, Mrs, Blair did so, substantially as follows: She had been married to Benjamin Blair twenty-two years, and their married life had been unusually happy until within the past year, when her husband had to give up work, owing to weakness resulting from lingering con- sumption. For a while Mr, Blair had had hopes of ulti- mate recovery, stated the witness, but finally he had to abandon all bope, and the matter reyed so heavily upon his mind that at times is mind wandered, and he knew not what he | said or did, These attacks came periodically, and during them the deceased was very viclent and abusive. In his lucid intervals he always acted like his natural self. His attack of yesterday had been of unusual violence, and had been followed by a fit, durin which, suddenly drawing a knife, he stabbe himself through the heart before the witness could prevent him, She was all alone at the time of the tragedy, having previously sent her daughter for assistance. When questioned in regard to the insurance ' on the Jife of her husband, she stated that he, being on the read much, had voluntarily taken out the policy, three years before, when he was. in perfect health and sound of mind. Within the past year, she and her daughter had had to struggle hard to make money enough to meet the regular dues, She wa; then cross-examined by the ccroner, and again by the life insurance representative, but her statement remained the same. Bethel then took the stand, told of her late father’s attacks of insanity, and how, the after- noon before, he had threatened to murder them, and she had been sent to find their new boarder, Mr. Bristol, as they were afraid to remain alone, Deadwood Dick testified to accompanying Bethel home and seeing the deceased lying upom the floor, in the same attitude the coroner had found him. This closed the testimony, and the case was given to the jury, and they retired. In a few minutes they returned, giving it as their opision that the deceased came to his death by his own hand, during a fit of mental aberra- tion, the instrument used being a dirk knife, and furthermore, that no blame was attached to any one, for the death, The coroner then gave the widow an order on the city clerk for a burial permit, and this part, of the business was over. Benjamin Blair was buried the next day, Deadwood Dick bearing the funeral expenses, as: the widow did not have sufficient means, unti) she should realize from, the policy. Horace Henshaw offered, also, to bear the ex- enses, but not until the new boarder’s offer had en gratefully accepted, : And the lawyer seemed considerably put out about it, too, and immediately a change of de- ‘meanor toward Dick was noticeable. The evening after the funeral, Dick, the widow and Bethel were seated upon the veranda of the ‘cottage. silently watching the people upon the moonlit beach, when the detective broke the | silence: “Mrs, Blair,” be said. “1 suppose you do not know my business calling! ; | | }} | ; | |
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_ such devilishness, as a last resort ““Ye:, ma’am.” “Indeed. Why, you must be wonderfully smart to be a detective, for I’ve often read they . were the shrewdest of the shrewd!” ** Well, not always,” Dick laughed. ‘‘ There re some regular blockheads in the business, Up in the territories I'm well known, and have been quite successful. I came here to attend to one job, and it may be that I shall have more ‘than that to look after, through merest chance. By the way, [ want to ask you a couple of ques- tions. You can use your own judgment about answering them,” “Very well, sir; I shall certainly be very glad to answer them, if possible. What is it you wish to know?” ‘The first is: Have you ever entertained any idea of marrying Horace Henshaw, in event of your first husband’s death?” ; ‘Marry Horace Henshaw? Merciful stars, no! What ever put that idea into your head?” ‘‘In regard to that, more, anon. My second question is; Have you surrendered your insur- ance policy to Henshaw for collection?” ‘No, sir, not as yet! He has not asked for it!” “* Well, when he comes for it, don’t you give it to him !” ‘““Why not, sir?” ‘* Because I believe that man to be a consum- mate villain, that’s why!” “Oh! Mr. Bristol! Why, how can you say such a thing of Mr, Henshaw? He has been a very good friend to us, and ho is the very soul of honor, I am sure!” : , '“ You may think so, but Tam in a position to assure you that I know better. His seeming kindness has not been without a mercenary ob- ject. My first suspicion was confirmed when I heard him say to you it would cost considerable to collect the money on that policy. I imme- diately scented a lawyer’s trick to make money out of you; but, prior to all this, the day of my arrival here, while you were preparing a lunch for me, your husband came into the parlor, and demanded to know who I was, and who had sent me, ‘Of course 1 told him, and he at once de- nounced Henshaw to be a scheming villain, say- ing that he was only waiting for him (your husband) to die, in order that he might marry ‘you and get a part of the insurance money. I paid no attention to your husband, and he went out, “T was set to thinking, however, and when I heard Henshaw say it would be costly to collect the insurance, and to intimate that he was the only man who could successfully do it, [foresaw a scheme for sordid gain, and resolved to watch matters. | “ Later, that same night, I overheard a con- ‘yersation between two persons, and one of them averred that it was his opinion that you mur- dered your husband, 1n order that you might be free to marry Henshaw. He further offered to het that you would be Mrs, B., within two weeks’ time, and that Henshaw would come in for a good share of the ten thousand.” ; ** Merciful Heaven! I cannot believe all this you are telling me, Mr. Bristol!” the widow “ried, wringing her bands, hysterically, ‘ You ‘must be out of your head!” While Bethel drew her chair near to the boarder, and gazed wonderingly up into his face. “No, I’m not quite on the crazy list, yet!” Dick replied, witha lightlaugh. ‘‘ What Dhave told you, you can rely on as gospel truth, I have not quite got onto the full details of Hen- shaw’s scheme, but I do know that he intends to get part, if not all of that insurance money, If one plan fails, I suspect he intends to force vou to marry him!” : * Force me to marry him? Never! “Say not so. If he were to be prepared to produce withesses to swear that you eliberately murdered your husband, you’d marry him be- fore you'd hang, eh?” back in her chair, too weak to speak. a4 ‘7 don't say this is his plan, mind you,” Dick went on, “but ] am sure he is capable of just ‘0 secure his aim. ol “His first plan will be to secure the policy, ; " et the money on it, and deduct a large sum for imself, telling you it costthat amount to secure the collection. 7 “But will it not cost a large amount?” The widow uttered a terrified gasp, and sunk aioe — an = > — _— ia ‘ ended et presentation, ‘* So that, instead of allowing that rascal sev- eral thousands for making the collection, you can go and draw the full amount yourself.” ‘*May God bless you, Mr, Bristol, for this great revelation. But for youl should be the victim of a diabolical conspiracy, Years ago, I refused to marry Horace Henshaw, but I never believed he would ever again wish me to marry him. Oh, the villain! Wait until I see him!” ‘* You will probably have a chance to-morrow, but you must treat him as usual until he has fully made his terns and conditions, then open up your vials of wrath upon him; and, too, [ must secretly overhear the interview !” ‘*¢Tt shall be as you wish, sir. And could you not draw the money on the policy? I am not much of a business woman, and should hate to face those great men.” ‘* By vour sending a sealed order to them, directing that the payment be made to me, I presume I should have no difficulty. But, how do you know but what, after I got the money, I'd skip out with it?” ‘Never fear, A man who would, unasked, do so much for utter strangers, as you have done for us, I would trust with my life. Wouldn’t you, Bethel?” ‘Yes, indeed!” Bethel said, blushing prettily. Well then, in the morning, Ill try and get the money, and get back in time for Henshaw’s visit. Just when ho’s beginning to get ex- asperated, Pll walk into the parlor and give youthe money. Tbat will cap the climax, and Pll bet a dollar he'll grab his hat, aud take a quiet sneak, you see!” And Dick laughed heartily over his victory. ‘*You are a very smart young man,” Mrs. Blair said, admiringly. ‘‘Arny mother could be proud of such asonas you. Are you parents iving? ** No!” Dick replied sadly, ‘‘ Both are dead, these several. years, since when I have been a waif of the Wild West. Both my parents came to violent deaths, at the instance of a human wretch, who afterward suffered the full measure of my vengeance, But, it is nnpleasant to speak of such things and so we will drop the subject.” Later in the evening, Gil Morey came upon the veranda, evidently considerably the worse for drink, ‘* Mrs. Blair?” he said, steadying himself, “Well, Mr. Morey?” **Tow long have I been a guest of your houso? Please to téll me.” ‘Very near a year, sir.” ‘*'You’ve always been paid prompt, eh?” “ec Yes.” - ‘* Always minded my own business, ain’t 1?” ‘* Why certainly.” “Thought a good deal of Bethel, ain’t I?” “Why you should .be the best judge of that.” “Well, [loved the girl, but she’s gone back on Paes and I'm goin’ away.” «ell, Pm sorry for that.” Guess you will be, for all the other board- ers is going to leave you.” “Indeed! For what reason?” *“’Cause you don’t fire this chap. We don’t cotton to him for a cent, and if you don’t bounce him we're goin’ to leave!” “Then, you can leave, sir!” the widow cried, ‘and the sooner the better, This gentleman is a welcome guest to my house!” “You won’t bounce him, then?” ‘¢ Certainly not!” ‘*¢ Lose all your boarders!” | ‘‘Tt’s immaterial. I intend to give up keep- ing boarders, anyhow!” ** Won’t bounce him, then?—last time!” ‘No! I tell you!” “Then, by thunder we will. Hurray, boys, this way!” In answer to his call, a number of dusky figures came running up the lawu! CHAPTER V. TWO BAFFLED SCOUNDRELS. Tr at once becume evident to Deadwood Dick that Morey had come prepared to wreak a sum- mary vengeance, The hour was quite late, and there were few persons in the neighborhood to offer any in- terposition, in case of an assault or murder. This fact did not cause the man from the Wild West to quail, however, He was upon his feet in an instant, when he saw that danger menaced him, and gave Morey a push that sent him tumbling off the veranda, ! 7 at the same time ordering the widow and Bethel to go into the house, hen two revolvers leaped into his gri he stepped boldly to the edge of the veranda. * Back there, you cowards!” he cried, in a peremptory tone. ‘‘ The first man who attempts to come up here, dies with his boots on, and the rest of you follow suit. I’ve got twelve bullets ; in these pops—one for each of you—and I never miss. So if you’re lookin’ around for a funeral, you've struck the right locality, ll take a con- tract of laying out each and every one of you in less than twenty seconds or forfeit my right to the name of Deadwood Dick!” When they saw the gleaming weapons, and heard Dick’s ringing voice, the gang came to a halt, and listened, Evidently they were un- | armed, for they exhibited no other weapons than | their fists. And a hard-looking crowd they were, as a whole. Gil Morey, who had recovered his equilibrium, after his headlong plunge from tne veranda, now turned and shook his fist at Dick, savagely. ‘¢Come down here, you dirty dog!” he roared, | “Sand Dll lick you, myself!” “You can’t lick a cat!” Dick retorted; ‘nor is there any need of my coming down there. You evidently called to pay me your respects so come and see me, all at orce, and discover how suddenly yowll forget what was your er- rand. Don’t be at all bashful, but do come!” Morey turned upon his party, fiercely. “At hen, curse you!” he fig ner ‘““Will you let one man bluff you? At the loafer, I say!” “Oj reckon if yez want ’em bad, you'll have to throt up and git ’em yersilf!” spoke upa burly Irishman. ‘* Shure its siven childhren aw home as can’t very well spare the loikes ov Core duroy Peter, at meal hour!” And the crowd of one accord gave acry of ap- proval—all except Gil Morey, whose indignation was only intensified. “You're a pack of cowardly asses, and you'll not get a red cent out of me! Begone with ou!” ey: Nary time, me bucko!” roared Corduroy Pete, ‘ We're the boys as is right here, an’ be- gorra if yez don’t pony up the hundred dollars ye promised us, we'll be afther givin’ yez the Same dose we was goin’ to give ther b’yee wid the shooters!” This was evidently a “reasoner,” for Morey at once began to search through bis pockets. Then, he turned nearly as white as his im- maculate shirt front, The money was gone! He had possessed over a hundred dollars, when he set out to wreak revenge on Deadwood Dick. ‘* By heaven! boys, I’ve lost the money!” he gasped, trembling from very fear. ‘‘ Wait a moment, It must have dropped from my pocket, when I fell off the plateau!” He took a step toward the veranda, then— ‘* Back!” shouted Deadwood Dick, step and you cross the dead-line!” . * But, | want to find my money!” whined Morey. ‘Stop right where you are. All moneys lost at gags premises belongs to the proprie- ress! “Shure! that’s what's the matter, boys!" roared Corduroy Pete. ‘* Seize the bang an’ muzzle his mug, so he can’t spake! Shure, we'll Yarn him a lesson, fer thryin’ to shut our eye up for a hundred dollars!” ‘‘For the love of God! have mercy!” Morey cried, dropping upon his knees, and up-raising his hands, imploringty. But, no attention wes paid to his pleading. He was seized and bcrne away, a brawny hand being clapped over his mouth, to prevent his making Wy outery. Ltn “Oh! what are they going todo with him? asked Mrs. Blair, who, with Bethel, came out upon the veranda, as the crowd was depart- ing. ; e Oh! they’re going to give him a taste of the treatment he had planned out for me,” Dick explained, ** And what was that, pray? ° *T am not certain, but 1 suspect it wes tar and feathers!” “Ob! my! won't that be awful!” “Serve him right. They'd have given me the dose if they had caught me.” ‘My! but, how brave you were, to face all those men!” It was Bethel who spoke. ‘*Oh, that was mere fun!” Dick assured her, “T knew they wouldn’t dare tackle me! Ive faced far worse crowds than that!” | lars were found, 4 A search was made and Morey’s hundred ded , and ** Another —
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= ee Se a rv A * wes Zs) ee BT 8 a Dea “Tll keep this, and give it to him, the next time we meet!” Dick said. ‘ Rascal though he is, I cannot help pitying him, if they really do ive him a coat. Perhaps it will learn hima esson to go about his own business in the fu- ture!” A next morniug’s paper contained the follow- ing: * ARRESTED:—A man was found skulking through the streets, with no other clothing than a coat of tar and feathers. His appearance was truly shock- ing. Officer Bell took him to the station-house, where it was found he was a detective of the city force. ‘Iwo officers were set to work cleaning him up, and if his skin is tougn, he will probably be ship-shape in a day or so. He positively refuses to “ve the particulars of how he came in such a pre- icament.”’ As may be supposed, Morey was not seen upon the street that day. Dick arose at an early hour, and after a hearty breakfast, took a long walk, and returned in time to visit the insurance office; so, armed with the policy, and an order from Mrs, Blair, he preceeded to the company’s place of business und requested to see the president to whom he presented the order and the policy. “Tt is not customary to pay money to any one except the person named upon the policy,” the president observed, ‘‘ except to lawyers employed by policy-holders. However, as this order is so drawn that it makes you Mrs, Blair’s attorney, we will make an exception in this case, presuming it-is all right as we are re- jieved from responsibility after the money passes from our hands to ber properly accredited agent.” Dick was then introduced to the cashier, and phortly afterward, was on his way back to the lair cottage, with the money safe in his pos- session. Of course Mrs. Blair and Bethel were over- joyed to learn of Dick’s success, and compli- mented him in warmest terms, Horace Henshaw at that moment was ushered into the parlor, Dick and Bethel were stationed in the adjoin- ing room, where they could overhear everything, the door being shghtly ajar. When Mrs. Blair entered the parlor, Hen- slaw arose, and greeted her effusively. ‘My dear Mrs. Blair, 1 am so glad to see you looking so well and cheerful!” he said. ‘*I had ave fears that the blow caused by your hus- Funds tragic fate, would utterly prostrate you.” “Oh! no. Onthe contrary, I am feeling quite well, thank you.” “Yes? Well, Mrs. Blair, I have called on a matter of considerable importance, namely, the insurance. I have had a talk with the directors, aad have consulted with all the lawyers in the city, and I must confess matters look rather uncertain, The directors are willing to settle, through me, as a mere matter of accommo- dation, for half the amount, or five thousand dollars. “T am not in favor of such settlement, be- lieving by fighting in the courts, [can get the full amount. My brother lawyers tell me ’ma fool for thinking of trying it. In one sense they are right, for if I should lose, it would be & dampener on my reputation, But, owing to my profound admiration—ay love—for you, Belle—” ‘* Mr. Henshaw!” : “Nay, do not interrupt me, for you might as aell hear the truth now, as at another time. You know I loved you twenty-three years ago, but you rejected me. My love has increased a hundred-fold, since then, and I want you for my wife! Marry me, and I will kneel in very worship at your shrine!” “Mr, Henshaw, this is no time to speak of such matters, and you cannot have much re- spect for me or you would not speak of such a thing, so soon after my husband’s death!” “ Pardon me, Belle, if I have offended you, but, really, I could not help it. I want to make sure that you-are mine, and then I would be content. The marriage need not necessarily be made public for six months, and you could live fm your own house. All I want to know is that you are mine. ** Now, listen, Belle, and be sensible, { am the only man who can get you your rights. But for me, you probably would never get a penny on that policy. The company is willing to make concessions to me, not to you. ‘*T am satisfied I can get eight thousand for you, by expending a few hundred out of my own pocket, which I should not mind in doing to secure you your rights, in case you were will- ing to use me square. | | | | | | | | ¥ “No, sir, I cannot marry you! marry again!” : ‘* But, consider, Belle. You know I love you; —indeed, you must marry me!” *‘ Must ! Horace Henshaw? That to me ?” “That to you! You are no more than any other woman, except to me. It is absolutely necessary for you to marry me in order to re- ceive a penny of that insurance.” ‘*T fail to see how, sir!” ‘* Because I have enough influence with the company to prevent the claim being paid!” the , villain declared, triumphantly. ‘* Well, I guess not, Mister Hawk. Ireckon 1 have got something to say about that.” It was a commanding voice that uttered the words, and a cool young man, who stepped into the room. Henshaw started, and looked wicked enough when he saw the young detective. ‘Well, what have you got to say about it?” he demanded. ‘This much,” Dick replied, ‘‘ that your ser- vices are not needed. I have already collected for Mrs. Blair the full amount of the policy and your little money-making and matrimonial scheme is teetotally knocked m the head. Your conspiracy to get Mrs. Blair and her money into your power has failed, So the best thing for you to do is to take a quiet skip.” ‘Yes, go! you unprincipled scoundrel!” the widow cried, ‘‘and never dare to show your face here again.” Henshaw stood glaring from one to the other purple with rage. ‘Curses on you both,” cried he. ‘‘ So, this is the reward for my kindness? But, wait! My revenge is yet to come, Belle Blair, I shall or you to marry me, whether you will or not. ov’ll find you have a demon to deal with now, As for you, you young desperado, you had better never have been born than to have come to Gal- veston, Remember!” And the baffled man left the house, fury in- carnate depicted in his face. CHAPTER VI. THE ‘‘GHOULS” TALK BUSINESS. DireK had somehow lost all notion of trying to hunt for the alleged grave-robbers, since Horace Henshaw had turned out to be a rogue, and he much preferred to lounge upon the piazza at Blair Cottage, in the sunshine of Bethel’s smile. They were gradually becoming more inti- mate, a fact that did not escape the widow's eye, as she looked on with demure approval. Dick and Bethel were frequently seen out driving along the beach, and the handsome frontier ferret, as well as his pretty companion, attracted no little attention. Dick and an elderly Southern gentleman were the only boarders remaining at the cottage, and a pleasant little party they made. One afternoon, when Bethel was too busied to sit upon the piazza, Dick decided to hire a rig and drive out to the cemetery, where the late Mr. Blair was buried, He hed some curiosity to see whether the grave had been disturbed or not; for there had been a heavy rain imme- diately after the burial, and it naturally must have left its impressions on the mound, and would readily show if the place had been dis- turbed since. He reached the cemetery, and greatly to his indignation, saw unmistakable signs that it had been tampered with quite recently. The dirt was freshly piled up; and had not been rained upon since it had been disturbed, A man was working among the graves, near at hand, and Dick called him over. ‘‘ Are you aware that this grave has been tampered with, sir?’ he demanded, “Shure, am’ I don’t know nothin’ ’bout it, sor,” ‘* To you work about the cemetery?” “Tvery day, sor.” - “Tid you dig this grave?” “JY think not, sor, It’s Denny McCarty as dug it.” *“ Where is he now?” ‘He's off on a dhrunk, bad ’cess to him, an’ there’s plinty of wurruk to be done,” ** How old does this grave look to be?” “Tt looks as if it moight have been filled in | yisterday, sor.” “But it wasn’t; that grave was occupied on Tuesday last, before the heavy rain.” ‘“'Thin some one has been diggin’ at it, sor.” “That's what I say. Patrick, I want that grave opened.” ‘“Ye'll have to get a permit, sor. I’ve no “ Now, Belle, don’t you think you could marry | right to tich a grave, sor, ‘without a permit.” me, if I go to all this trouble in your behalf?” S ‘Tl attend to that. is dwood Dick, Jr., in Texas. Ishall never | will be responsible. ls I am a detective, and tained. If you fail, also, to appear at the appointed oe et Get down to work now, and it will be five dollars in your pocket,” Five dollars was the very thing Pat wanted that very day,and after looking around the cemetery to see that no one was near at band, he set rapidly to work. The ground was leose and loamy, and it was not long ere the sturdy Irishman had the dirt all off the rough coffin-box, ‘* Now raise the lid of the box,” Dick ordered, for I see that the screws have been removed. Pat did so, and lo and behold, the box was empty! The inside coffin and its occupant were gone! “As I snspected,” Dick cried. ‘* Another piece of work of the Ghouls of Galveston.” He waited until the Irishman had filled un the grave, and then, tendering him a five-dollar note, looked the man sternly in the face. ef There, sir, is the pay for your labor. Now, then, I want you to tell me who robbed that grave !” ‘Shure, an’ how am _I todo that, when I do not know mesilf, at all? I didn’t know it was robbed ontil yez called my attintion to it,” “* Don’t lie!” ‘Shure, Pm not lyin’.” ‘¢ Do you know what a detective is?” ‘¢ Faith, an’ I do, sor.” ‘¢ What's your name?” ‘* Paddy Doogan, sor.” ‘¢ Well, Doogan, I don’t see but what I shal} have to take you in.” ‘Och! an’ phat for, sor? Didn’t yez tell me five opened the grave, ye’d make it all right, sor? ‘‘Oh! Idon’t refer tothat, I think you know more about this grave-robbing business than you are willing to admit.” ‘Indeed I do not, sor, whin I only come on in the mornin’ at siven, and go off at six. Be- gorra, it’s not the loikes of me ye’d catch around here after dark!” ‘*But you must see some tough characters around here.” 2 “Oh, I catch a tramp onc’t in a while, a- shlapin’ off a drunk, but I prods him with me pick, an’ he ginerally gits up and gits! There’s only one really bad man I ever sees around here, an’ he’s bad to the core. He watches ivery fu- neral as comes here, sor, an’ whinever the bloody thafe gits a chance, he st’ales the flowers off the graves, an’ he skips ovt. ve got on to him, sor, an’ he foights shy av me, yez can bet.” ‘What is his name?” “ Tndade, an’ I don’t know, sir, outi!” Satisfied that nothing more was to be learned: of the Irishman, Dick returned to the city. Whether it would be advisable to break the news of his discovery to the city authorities, or not, he didn’t know. J He was also undecided whether to tell Mis, Blair or not. At the cottage he found the widow in a very perturbed state of mind. “Oh! Mr. Bristol, such terrible news has come since you have been gone!” she said, ‘‘ and I have been nearly worried to death!” ‘Why, what is the matter?” Dick queried. “Oh! I cannot tell you, sir, but, if you will read this you can see for yourself!” She handed Dick a letter, which he unfolded and perused. It ran as follows: ~ “To Tue Wipow Brain, GALVEsTON:— ‘*MADAM:—You are perhaps unaware, as are most other people, that there exists in this city an organi- zation known as the Ghouls, who prey upon local and other cemeteries, for means of earning a liveli- hood, rather than beg or starve. The various de- vices of this organization for making a dollar, could T never found neither please or entertain you, if explained. There- . fore, we have but need to say this: It having come to our notice that you have recently come intoa snug sum of money, and we deeming if incumbent. on you to cater to the comfort cf your fellow-crea~ tures, have seen fit to remove your husband’s re- mains from the grave and secrete them ina safe place. thera to await redemption. * Presuming you will want the body back, we have fixed the charge of redemption at the modest price of $2,000, which amount is to be paid in one hundred- dollar bills. Come alone to-night at 24. m., to the strip of beach at the extreme eastern end of the island, and pay to a person who will suddenly ap- ear before you, the sum above named. Within orty-eight hours afterwar:', you will find your hus- bans’s remains exactly where they were buried. ‘* Particular attention should be paid to the clause about coming alone! Any attempt on your part to have spies or detectives in the vicinity, will be frus- trated, for no one will appear to receive the money, and.your husband’s remains will be destroyed, and you will never hear from us again. We know our biz, and we mean biz» If you want back the stiff, ou must go according to the directions herein con- ae
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Ae ‘ + ‘ Sia hour, that settles all. You are watched, and there So consider and act. ‘* Yours truly, - “ Scorr SCAVENGER, * Ohief of the Ghouls.” ““N. B.—Come as yourself, unvailed and without any attempt at disguise. A word to the wise is sufficient.” This extraordinary communication was writ- ten in a very peculiar style of chirography, a fact that did not escape Deadwood Dick’s atten- tion. “Well, what do you think of it?’ Mrs. Blair asked—she having been studying Deadwood Dick’s inscrutable countenance anxiously. “Oh, I am not particularly surprised,” was the reply. ‘* Not surprised! Why not, pray?” ** Because I made the discovery, this afternoon, that yonr husband’s grave had been robbed!” “Good Heaven! Then it is really true! J] own game, | e j k ' ea could not bring myself to believe it!” by ‘*T amsorry to say itis indeed true. Some ane strange impulse caused me to go to the cemetery tee | to-day, and I saw at once that the grave had int been disturbed. JI had it opened, and found that ig the body was gone, and the coffin, also!” ap | ‘Oh, dear! this is terrible! Who could ever hs } have thought that my poor husband’s remains > Az Se RES rer. would not be allowed to remain in their tomb?” ‘Tt is sad, I know, but I would not take it so ¥ much to heart, if I were you, Mrs. Blair. You f are not the first sufferer, lam led to understand, This desecration of graves has been going on fcr months, but the police have kept the matter hushed up, in hopes of capturing the culprits. Finally, Horace Henshaw sent for me, and put me on the case.” ** Horace Henshaw did?” PF ~ “Yes. He claimed to have had a loss—all the yar silver trimmings having been removed from the " coffin of his niece. Have you ever Leard him N speak about it?” **T know he had a niece, who died at his house, but that’s all. He never mentioned anything of the sort you have been telling me about.” ‘* Was his niece’s body shipped East?” ‘Not that I know of, It was buried in the Henshaw plot at the cemetery.” ‘** Tt-wasn’t first placed in the vault, then?” “Oh, no! I wasat the funeral, and saw the body buried.” Dick scratched his head, and tried hard to suppress a look of the surprise he felt. “*T wonder what Henshaw’s object was in lying to me?” he mused. Mrs. Blair continued: ‘Mr, Bristol, what am [ to do in this matter? Am Ito give up two thoysand dollars to these horrid men? I rely upon you to tell me what to do. “To nothing until 1 have time to think the matter over. There’s plenty. of ‘time to get ; ready. Before I take any action in the matter, " I want to consult with the chief of police, I will return before dark, and then we wili con- sult together as to what is the best action to take,” “ Very well. baek, if it costs twice two thousand dollars,” ““T shall try to arrange it so that you will not have to expend a cent!” Dick said, as he took his departure, taking the Ghoul’s letter with ; him. ., He made his way direct to the office of the “ chief of police, and presented this card: A. ; RICHARD BRISTOL, (Deadwood Dick, Jr.) U. 8. GOVERNMENT DETECTIVE, The chief of police was a rotund little man, of jolly disposition, and after glancing trom the card to his visitor, put out his hand, heartily. “Bristol, I am glad to see you!” he said. ‘‘Help yourself toa seat, I don’t know that_I ever met you before, but [am glad to see you, What brings you to Galveston’—ah! I remem- ber, now. My secretary sent for you, at the in- | stance of—of—let me see—” ia - “Horace Henshaw,” Dick finished. ‘““Ah! yes, exactly. Twas busy at the time when Mr, Henshaw called, sol referred him to my secretary, Well, I suppose you have seen | Henshaw?” “T have. I called here, on my arrival in town, and your secretary referred tne to Hen- shaw.” “T presume, accordingly, that Henshaw has let you into this grave-robbing business?” * He has.” ’ ** What do you think of it?” I must have my husband’s body | Deadwood Dick, Jr., j in Texas. Cy ‘J ) é | often heard of grave-robberies, but never before will be no sense or use of trying to beat us at our | heard of such an evil being carried on as a busi- ness,” ** Well, itis an undisputed fact that a gang does exist in. this city or vicinity who make grave-robbing a business. We have kept the matter hushed up, in hopes we could find out who the guilty parties were, but‘so far we have learned nothing, My men are about as sbarp alot as there isin any western city, but they have failed to get on to these human scavengers, just the same!” ‘** Have you no suspicions who the parties may be?” Dick asked. ‘* Well, no. Wehaye had a watch kept on different suspicious characters, but have not “been able to prove anything against them. Have you made any, discoveries, sir?” “Well, yes!” And Dick handed him the letter Mrs. Blair had received from the Ghouls, The chief read it, and gava vent to a whistle of astonishment, ‘Well Pll be thumped if this don’t beat my time!” he ejaculated, ‘‘ These fellows, whoever they are, appear to be growing mighty bold!” ‘*T should say so. They’re playing a large hand!” ‘*So they are. pay the money?” ‘1 presume she would, if I were to allow her to, but I do not intend to do that, by any means.” ‘“ Well, according to this letter, if something is not done the body will be destroyed.” ‘*Pooh! don’t you believe that! That's only a bluff. These infernal sharks think they’ve got a soft snap, and they’ll hold the body until they get their price—that is, providing they don’t get nabbed. I intend to visit the appointed place, to-night, in the guise of Mrs. Blair.” ‘You do?” incredulously. “Certainly. Um quite a dandy at diseuising myself, and can make-up so that Mrs. Blair would scarcely believe the evidence of her senses.” “But, what is your object, unless you pay over the money?” *T intend to capture the man who comes to receive the money. Maybe, Vl get left, but if I do, it won’t make, any difference. Is there any high point, within spy-glass distance of the spot named in that letter?” The chief reflected a moment, ‘“Yes, I believe there is,” he replied. ‘* There is a house, I have in mind, with a cupola which overlooks that part of the beach. W hy?» ‘* Well, I want you to station a man there, keen of sight, and with a powerful glass, to watch the proceedings of to-night. From pre- sent indications, it will be bright moonlight, at two A. M., and your man will have no difficulty in watching what transpires. If I don’t suc- ceed in capturing my game, it is possible Pll get done up, myself. In the latter event, the watch can form some idea of where my antagonist goes. See?” “Yes. A pretty good idea, sir, and you shall have my hearty co-operation. I will have & man on duty, at the point named, and a cou- ple of good men near by, whom he can dispatch to your aid, at a moment’s notice, if necessary. You will go armed, I suppose.” “Oh! certainly. And, now, I have some names, here, that I accidentally got hold of, and I want to see if you are posted as to the charac- ters of the acing 9 “Most. li kely [ am, for I know pretty near every man in Galveston.” Dick took a memorandum-book from his pocket, and began: ‘* First, Gilbert Morey?” as A deteztive on our force, and a good one, too. ‘** Any bad habits?” ** Not that Iam aware of!” *¢ Got tar-and-feathered, didn’t he?” ‘‘ How do you know?” “Oh! [ heard something about it. He took a dislike to me, and brought a gang of roughs to do the act tome. TI held them at bay, with a pair of ‘‘ sixes,” and then he refused to pay the men, and they rushed him off, and used him as they intended to use me!” ‘“Tndeed? Well, really, this is the first light I have had thrown on the subject. But, go on.” ) Next, Harry Henshaw!” ‘Son of Horace, and a pretty fast young man, although I don’t know as thereis anything against him, otherwise.” ‘+ Bill Little?” ‘“*He’s pretty fair sort of a chap, when sober Does Mrs. Blair propose to ‘* Barker?—let me see. Oh! yes, I know him. He’s sort of a rounder!” | ‘* Hen Mitchell?” **One of the notorious Mitchell brothers— Hen and Frank. They’re in police court, once in awhile, and are pretty tough nuts, anyhow.” ‘* Reddy, the tough!” “He's a bad one. If I was on the bench, and he came before me, I'd give hima year. He’s one of the gang you have mentioned!” ‘** How about red Warden and Morris Shan- non?” “ Habitual Oh! clique of those fellows who always hang to- gether, and never do anything, but somehow manage to pinch out a living.” ** Where do they Lang out?” “Down on M-—— street, at a place run by a man named Jerry McMugg. It’s a pretty tough hole, and I’ve threatened to have it pulled, several times, but, somehow, have never got around to it!” ‘*Does Morey associate with this crowd?” ‘Yes, he does, but. only to keep an eye on them, and see that they ain’t up to mischief, Ob! I tell you, Morey’s sharp, and he knows what he’s about, all the time!” “He might be clever at running down a cat, but further than that, I wouldn’t give a cent a pound for his whole carcass!” Dick replied, ris- ing. ‘If youve got any golden opinions of that fellow, l would confidentially advise you to sell them at once to the highest bidder, cheap. ‘But that is neither here nor there. You will have a man on watch as I suggested?” “You can rely upon it.” ‘* And this interview is to be strictly confiden- tial?” “Certainly.” ‘* Very well. that, within a fortnight, I will capture enough evidence to break up this grave-robbery busi- ness!” ‘* T hope so, sir. ambition and go-aheaditiveness, and a man with those qualities generally succeeds. Rest assured that any aid | can give you will be cheerfully | furnished,” “Thank you. I hope to have these men in your custody soon, and if. I sueceed, my success McMugeg, and found it. chair-warmers. there's a You can bet your last stakes You seem to have plenty of will be my only reward,” ** Don’t be too sure of that,” the chief replied. “Tf you are successful, there are men in this city who would volunturily make you up a handsome purse!” / “Tt is not required,” Dick declared, and he took his ceparture, ; CHAPTER VII, THE AFTER MIDNIGHT INTERVIEW. Drapwoop Dick lett the the office of the chief of police in deep thought. **T am not quite sure,” he mused, ‘‘ but some- how it hits me pretty hard that I am getting gradually closer to the trail,” and the next thing he did was to strike a drug store, and examine a Directory. The address he looked for was that of Jerry That of Gil Morey was not to be given, In coming to Galveston, Dick had neglected to bring disguises with him, and aware that he could uot do without them, he spent the remain- der of the day in collecting such a supply as he thought he might require, He then returned to the cottage, Mrs. *Blair was still pale and nervous, and Bethel also looked greatly distressed. “Mr, Bristol, what am I to do in regard to this matter?” the widow anxiously asked, ‘“T am near worried to death about it.” ‘You, personally, are to do nothing,” Dick replied, ‘‘ and I should advise you not to worry. I propose to interview the man who comes for the money to-night, myself, and if not greatly mistaken, I shall capture him and force him to reveal the Liding-place of your husband's re- mains.” ‘But how are you to see this person? You remember what the letter says?” “IT do, but that does not matter. I am some what of an adept at disguising myself, and if you will loan me one of your dresses, I propose to visit the beach, a pretty fair counterpart of yourself!” This brought a smile to Mrs, Blair's face. “Why, Mr. Bristol! How can you do this? . Tam sure you would be detected!” ; “That remains to be seen, It won't be the first time I have played a female part, success- fully. Before midnight a new Mrs. Blair will a ‘7 was greatly surprised that such a business but when full, he’s always looking for a scrape.” acted.” ai ‘ we ree sce jon by a ie should be systematically carried on. I hayes Barker?” Well, Mr. Bristol, I hope you will succeed Z ae, ve 4 ‘ reo» di
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7 Reena die Th TSS, eT a eT pil a i HR arsed Nin — ter rn en Fg SPN "as ~4 - torted, grufily. > NG tener but I shall be greatly surprised, if you do, and more than grateful. I have procured a full mourning outfit, and shall place it at your dis- posal, providing it will fit you.” ‘*T guess we can make it fit,” Dick replied, with alaugh. ‘‘ You can leave it in my room, and, later in the evening, I will prepare myself for the adventure. Before, however, I make this venture, I shall visit a certain resort in this city, in the guise of an old ‘‘ vet” miner, You will see how well [I can make up, after I have done with supper!” Supper over, Dick quietly retired to his room, and ‘‘ made up” as the theatrical term goes, When he had put on the finishing touches, he did indeed represent a veteran of the days of 49—wrinkled, tanned, white-haired, and feedie, and ragged; a veritabie embodiment of hard usage and hard luck. The advantage of one window of his room was that it opened upon the roof on one of the wings of the cottago, from which to the ground was but a slight jump. By this route, he successfully made his way to the cottage grounds, and knocked at the kitchen door, Mrs, Blair answered the summons, and sur- veyed the seeming tramp suspiciously. * Ty you please, mum,” said Dick, in a trem- ulous voice, ‘‘ would it be askin’ too much of you to give mea piece of bread and butter? Ive traveled a good smart ways, andam mighty hungry, you cau bet. I haven’t any money, but [ have a nugget of gold in my pocket, and as soon as I kin dispose cf it, Pll come back an’ settle wi? ye!” “That is not necessary,” Mrs. Blair replied. ‘Sit down on the steps, and I will see what I can pick up for you, Had you come a little sooner, I would have given you something warm to eat,” Dick accordingly sat down upon the steps, and, in a few minutes, the good widow reap- peared with a plate of lunch, composed of tempting cold meats, biscuits, butter, and a dish of berries. ‘* Here, my man,” she said, “is the best I can do for you. If you are really bungry, it may satisfy you. Have you traveled far?” - **Yos’m; all the way from Deadwood Dick- ville. Sorry, mum, but this hyer fodder ain’t up to my standard, If yer ain’t got no better’n this, why ye kin take it back. I’m purty pur- ticler what I eat, an’ this yere stuff is rank!” “Well! what impudence!” Mrs Blair ex- claimed, in astonishment. ‘‘Give me _ that plate, sir, and get off these premises, instantly, or I will have you arrested!” ; Whereupon, Dick laughed in his natural way, and removed the false beard from his face. ‘** T don’t believe you would have me. arrested, would you, Mrs. Blair? he said. “Well, Vir, Bristol!” the widow excleimed. * Of all things wonderful! Is it really you?” **Shehtly!” Dick replied. “But, how did you get out of the bouse with- out us seeing you?” “Oh, I came down by the air line,” was the answer, with a nod toward the roof of the wing. “Tm off, now, fora little matter of investiga- tion, but will be back in time for the meeting on the beach.” ** Well, I hope you will succeed, Mr. Bristol, but pray be careful. There are a great many bad ,»nenin Galveston.” ** No doubt of that, but I guess I can handle myself all right,” / He then took his’ departure. It was some little distance to the neighborhood af MeMugg’s saloon, but the detective arrived there, in due time, and found himself the in- mate of a low-ceilinged groggery, whose very air seemed pregnant with evil. MecMugg, himself, a red-headed and de- cidedly tough-looking customer, presided behind the har, along which were ranged a group of his patrons, who were in all respects as bad- looking as himself. Some other of the inmates were seated at the various tables scattered about, but these fellows were several grades more respeetable-looking than those before the bar. Dick ‘‘sized-up” the crowd at a glance, and then walked up to the bar, and said: “Stranger, ’m dry, and want suthin’ ter wet my whistle with. D’ye keep or slate?” ““No, I don’t kape no slate!” McMugg re- *“Thar’s no tick around this shebang, so you’d better pick »p your heels and clear out.” - “ Well, I guess not, Petey. Reckon yer keeps yer stuff ter sell, don’t ye? ** fT do, you bet!” “ Waal, pervidin’I wants a drink, 1 kin get it, can’t I pager ete eee ‘Deadwood Dick, Jr., in pee gee mer . ——— f ps, AS mae i¥, rin om, - el _ ? ‘ YO apes Age 5 Ay 3 mae ** Not unless you show up the pay fer it.” ‘Waal, I guess I kin do that,” Dick replied, **T hain’t roughed it since ‘forty-nine, fer nothin’, Jest set forth ther hornet juice, an’ we'll all hev a hummer,” and Dick laid a twenty-dollar gold- piece upon the counter. Needless to say McMugg produced the black- | necked bottle and glasses with alacrity; nor did any of the inmatesof the saloon refuse to im- bibe at the veteran’s expense. Dick had hoped to find Gil Morey or some of his associates at the saloon, but none were there, that he knew, and so, after lingering around for awhile, he took his departure. On his way back to the Blair Cottage, how- ever, he had occasion to pass the Hotel Gir- ardin, and saw Gil Morey and a big, fat fellow of about his own age, standing on the steps. Just as the detective came along, the two men parted, Morey saying in a tone loud enough to reach Dick’s ears: ‘*Ob! don’t you fret. I teh vou it’s a sure thing, Bill!” ** Well, L hope so,” Bill replied, dubiously, as he turned. ‘* Wouldn’t like to bet much on it, however!” ‘*So it?s a dead sure thing, is it, Mr. Gil Morey? Well, maybe it is. sure? Td hke to know. {Is it the triumph over Mrs. Blair? It strikes forcibly, Mr. Gil Morey, that you are in some way connected with this | grave-robbery business, and that you are just the man | shall nab this very night.” Returning to his room he began to array himself for his next venture. Mrs, Blair had furnished him with one of her dresses, and with the other necessaries required to effect bis com- plete disguise. When, after an hour’s careful labor, he had perfected this make-up, to his satisfaction, be presented himself before the widow and her daughter, and they both declared that he was a perfect counterpart of Mrs, Blair! “Why, I can scarcely believe the evidence of my senses!” the good lady exclaimed. ‘* You are indeed an exact representation of me, and no one would suspect the deception, I am sure, Am I not right, But whai’s so dead were you to.appear in public. Bethel?’ ‘Yes, mamma. If I had chanced to meet Mr. Bristol on the street, in this disguise, I cer- tainly should not have known but what it was yourself.” ‘Well, if this is the case,” Dick said, I reckon I’m all right. I would now advise you ladies to retire for the night, so that, should there be any spies lurking in the neighborhood, they will not see the two of us of a similar ap- pearance, When the hour arrives, I will visit the beach, and on my return, will, I trust, be able to bring some good news, at least!” ‘Oh! sir, but lam so afraid some harm will come to you,” Mrs. Blair said, anxiously. ‘I cannot bear to think of your going all alone.” “Oh! have no fear about me!” Deadwood Dick returned, reassuringly, ‘‘I generally come out.on top, and presume I shall do so this time.” Acceding to his suggestion, the widow and her daughter retired to their private apart- ment, while removing his bonnet, Dick remain- ed in possession of the parlor, stretched out upon the sofa to await the appointed hour, book in hand. Atone time he formed the impression that some one on the outside was peering in through the window at him, Instead of satisfying his suspicion by investi- gation, he remained perfectly still, and did not glance up from hjs book. : Shortly after one o’clock, A. M., he arose put on his bonnet, and added a few finishing touches to his make-up, after which he tcok his departure for the beach, he town was wrapped in silence, and not a person was to be seen along the water front. A brisk walk brought him to the spot indicat- ed as the meeting place. It was a sandy point of the island consider- ably isolated from the city, itself. Here the waters of the Gulf dashed with a sullen roar —here the soaring moon seemed to send down its most radiant light. Reaching this point, Dick looked carefully around, but failed to discover any one in the vicinity, except himself, ‘*T wonder if, after all, my disguise has been penetrated?” he mused. “Tf so, it is not prob- able I shall see any of these Ghouls, as they choose to call themselves!” : The ruins of an old sail-boat were near at hand, and Dick went and sat down on it, to await events, He had not been seated long, however, when : = ‘how uae 2 Texas. “ he felt a touch upon the arm, and looking around, was greatly surprised to find a young girl standing beside him. She was not over twelve or thirteen years of age, and fairly good-looking, despite the fact that her face was considerably pitted with small- pox marks. Her attire, too, was of cheap stuff, and she wore no shoes or stockings, ‘“‘ Well, my child, who are youl” Dick de- manded, in a soft voice. ‘*T have come for the money!” was the reply. **Oh! you have, eh?” $¢"Yes, sir.” ** Who sent you?” ‘““The captain, sir.” ‘ Who is the captain?” ‘* Scott Scavenger.” ‘* Where is he now?” “T can’t tell you. He sent me for the money, sir, and I want it!” ‘* Well, my pert miss, you can’t have it unti} you accompany me home. I did not dare bring so much money with me, and so, if you want it, you will have to go long with me.” ‘“*T can’t do it, ma’am, My orders were to get the money here, or not at all. So if you won't pay it, why I am not to blame.” “*No, 1 sha’n’t pay it!” Dick said, seizing her by the arm; ‘‘and you must come with me. shall luck you up until you tell who these Ghoulsare, and where they belong.” ‘** Release me, sir!” the yirl cried, struggling hard to escape. But it was no use, for the grasp upon her wrist was as firmas a vise. ‘* Release me, or I'll scream for assistance,” “Tf you do, I shall be under the necessity of gagging you!” Dick replied, grimly. ‘‘So you better be sensible and come along, for you have got to go anyhow.” ‘¢ Never!” she hissed, her black eyes flashing wickedly. And she was right, too. The next instant Dick received a blow on the head from behind, that felled him to the ground, He made a brave effort to regain his feet, but a second blow, full as hard as the first, was the means of Jaying him out senseless, While at the Blair Cottage, the widow and her daughter anxiously listened for the daring young detective, but he came not The hours dragged by, and another day dawned, but brought with it no tidings of Deadwood Dick. CHAPTER VIII. THE VULTURE SHOWS HIS CLAWS, Or course both Mrs. Blair and Bethel were very anxious over the non-return of their cham- pion, whom they had grown to value highly as a friend and protector. ‘ They awaited his return until mid-forenoon, when the widow said: ‘* Bethel, dear, we must somehow find out what the matter is. Go first to the post-office, and perhaps you may find a letter of explana- tion there. If not, go to the chief of police and ask him if he knows where Mr. Bristol is.” So, putting on her things, Bethel set out on her errand, In about an hour she returned looking con- siderably excited, ‘Well, dear, what is it?” Mrs, Blair asked, anxiously, ‘ Not bad news, I hope.” “*'Yes, bad news!” Bethel replied. ‘‘I went to the post-office and there found a letter, di- rected in the same hand as the other from the grave-robber, open it. ‘““T then went to the chief of police, and he said that Deadwood Dick was seen to visit the beach at two o’clock this mornlng, but met a girl, whom he evidently tried to force to accom. pany him to the city. Then two men sprun, from the sand, where they had lain buried, an assaulted Mr. Bristol. The officer who saw the attack at once started to Mr. Bristol’s assistance, but before they could reach the beach not only had the two ruffians and the girl disappeared, but had also evidentl * taken Dick with them, as no trace of him could be found. The chief has set men to work on the case, and is confident he will be able to find and rescue our friend.” ‘““God only knows. I hope so,” said the widow. ‘I felt sure something -would happen to him, I wonder what this letter contains,’ Not without feelings of hesitation she tore~ away the envelope, and found the following ber fore her: “Mapam:—Your little game didn’t work for a cent, as you will no doubt have learned ere you get ‘this, Your detective friend didn’t prove clever enough to beat us, after all. and could have improv- Here it is; I haven’t dared to”
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‘been wd his time far more akin iar id than by trying to piay a counterpart of yourself. **We have not decided exactly what we shall do with him, but probably shal send him, together with your late lamented husband, on an investigating ‘journey to the realms of Neptune. ‘As for yourself, you will never see your hus- ‘band’s bones. You forfeited the Opportunity we {give you, and must abide by the consequences. ‘Yours Truly, “Tie GHOULS OF GALVESTON.” Mrs. Blair burst ‘into tears as sbe finished eading this cruel letter. “Oh! Bethel, isn’t this awful!” she cried. ‘That we who have never injured any one sould be thus persecuted is more than inhuman. Worse than all, Mr. Bristol, for our sake, has got himself into trouble from which he may never escape. Oh, dear, I know I shall never have another peaceful moment,” “ Pray do not worry, mother, for that wili not help matters,” Bethel said, consolingly. ““T have great faith in Mr. Bristol's, smar tness, and be- lieve that he will succeed in outwitting his cap- tors and making good his escape.” “ Ah! I fear you hope in vain. These Ghouls, as they call themselves, must be desperadoes of the most ferocious type, and it stands to reason they will show no mercy to Mr. Bristol, since they have found out that heis.a detective. Out- laws, as a rule, hate detectives more than they do the law itself, No! no! Deadwood Dick has gone to his doom, and I feel that I am responsi- bile for it!” Bethel tried hard to relieve her mother of this idea, but in vain. The widow continued to worry, and was attacked every little while with spells of weeping, and refused to be comforted. By nightfall she was forced to’ take to her bed, through utter prostration and nervous- ness, Not until Bethel had administered to her a powertul narcotic did her mother fail asleep. Tho next morning she was in a high fever, and delirious by spells, and becoming alarmed, Bethel called in a physician, ‘‘A ‘mild fever,” was his. verdict, ‘ but not dangerous. Keep her as quiet as possible, and Vl fetch her around all right.” And he did not speak falsely. Two days later Mrs. Blair had recovered sufficiently, so that she wus able to sit in her easy-chair upon the piazza, She was still pale, weak and nervous, and*the doctor bad ordered that she must keep perfectly quiet, and not worry over anything, or he could pot guarantee but what she would have a re- lapse, ‘* Bethel,” she said, as they sat that evening on the piazza, watching the strollers along the beach, ‘* have you heard no tidings of Deadwood Dick, yet?” “NO, mother. But, proy do not worry, You know what the doctor s said?” , ‘*T know, my child, and I'm trying not to be troubled; but it was a severe blow to me, when 1 thought that/his brave young life might have sacrificed in 1 oking after our interest. I don’t think you took as mucb of a liking to the young mun, as I did, Bethel.” “Why, I don't know, mother, What I have seen of the gentleman has made me think very kindly of him,” ““f could have wished even more than that, Bethel, for betwixt you and me, I could have wished to have Mr. Bristol as a son!” “Why, mother!” “T mean what Tsay. Ido not know another man'‘in the wor Id IT would rather see you mar- rigd to my child.” * But, mother, such a thing as getting married has been the least of my thoughts, a and especially to Mr. Bristol, whom we know nothin, s about, He may already be married for what we know, and-—and, 1 wouldn’t leave you an>how,” “T don’s want you to let mo be any barrier to your future happiness, and should Mr. Bristol be so fortunate as to make his escape, and to ph. a to us, I hope you will remember my feel- sin the matter.” further conversation was interrupted by the approach of Morey, who came strolling toward the piazza, in rather a sheepish manner. ** Ladies,” he said, pausing a few paces awa “T trust you will pardon this intrusion, but 4 have come to apologize for my conduct of the other night, and ask your forgiveness. I was under the influency of liquor, and jealous pas- sion, at the time, and have come to make amends, so far as lies in my power!” “T have nothing particularly to forgive you for,” Mrs. Blair said, rather coldly, ‘ You cer- tainly made a disgraceful show of yourself, and if you are truly repentant, that is one good point in your favor.” * And, Miss Bethel! Will she, too, forgive ; me, and receive me once more back into her favor?” ‘*T will overlook your ungentlemanly con- duct, sir,” Bethel replied, “if that will give ' you any satisfaction, but, as far as receiving you back into my favor, as you express it, that is entirely out of the question. I will have noth- | ing more to do with you.’ “Oh! Bethel—Miss Blair, do not say that. You know how devotedly I love you, and [ want to make you my wife. I kave never been in a condition to ask you, before, but now, I have come into a snug little for tune, and am able to support you. Pray forgive me, Bethel, and promise to become mine, and I will be the happiest fellow on the face of ‘the earth!” That is impossible, sir. It is not my inten- tion to get married at all; so, please consider my answer definite.” ‘‘By no means!” Morey replied, flushing an- grily. ‘If I see fit, I can force you to marry | me, Bethel!” | | “ You can force me to marry you?” ‘Ves, I can, and if I cannot win you in one way, I intend to adopt another. I hate to play & villain’s part, but business is business!” ‘¢ How dare you threaten my daughter, sir?” Blair, growing excited. ‘**Be calm, mother!” cautioned Bethel, “I do not fear the coward, in spite of his threats, He'll have a good time in forcing me to marry him!” es Don’t be too sure about that,” Morey sneered. “ There’s trouble hanging over the beads of,you two women, if I am not mists uken, and you'll regret not having a friend to aid you, then, mark my wor ds?” Then, tur ning, he strode awa. **T wonder what he means?” he widow asked, looking anxiously at her daughter. ‘*I don’t know, I am sure!” was the reply. “Hoe evidently had an idea he could frighten us. I guess there is no danger that he will trouble us any more.” But, Bethel really felt more uneasy than she was W ‘illing to admit The next day, while they were at dinner, there came a ring at the door-bell. Bethel hastened to answer the summons, in hopes that Deadwood Dick had returned; but, instead, she found two burly policemen stand- ing on the piazza. ‘*Ts the Widow Blair at home?” one of them asked. ‘*She is,” Bethel replied. want of her?” ‘‘Tell her to come to the doora moment. I wish to speak with her!” Bethel accordingly called her mofher, who came forward, looking very pale and fright- ened. ‘*‘ Madam,” said the officer, ‘‘ I regret to say I have a warrant for your ar rest!” * Merciful heaven! what for? gasped. “The charge against you js murder!” was the grave response. CHAPTER IX. IN DURANCE VILE. In the mean time, we must not lose sight of Deadwood Dick. When he awoke to consciousness, it was with a dull, disagreeable headache, and a partial loss of memory. His mind gradually came back. to him, how- ever, and he remembered the two blows having been. dealt him, on the beach, That he was not on the beach now was plain] evident; instead, he was in a_ strongly-built apartment, gua arded by a heavy, grated door, that looked out into a narrow passage, where a smoky lamp burned in its bracket. Judging by the swaying motion of his new domicile, ‘Dick came to the conclusion that it was on board a vessel of some sort. Tha cell was furnished only with an iron sin- gle bedstead and mattress. An iron bolt encircled Dick’s waist, to which was attached “one end of a long chain. The other end was fastened to a ring in the ceiling. The chain was’ long enough to admit of the risoner moving to any part of the cell, his ands and feet having been left unbound. When he awoke to conse siousness, Dick was lying on this bed. but arose to a sitting posture, and surveyed his surroundings cur iously. ** Well, this looks kind of interesting,” he ob- served. “Guess I’m jugged, sure enough, but the question is, where? Hello!” The latter exclamation was brought about by a discovery, While unconscious, he had been relieved of cried Mrs. ‘What do you the widow Deadwood Dick, J Dick, Jr., in Texas, in Texas. the female elt: WH sho, Hens Beegiee tte tencalveempaciion he had worn, on his visit to the beach. Fortunately, he bad retained his own gar- ments underneath, and these he still possessed, although his pockets had been rifled of their contents, valuables in his valise, at the Blair Cottage; so his captors did not get much plunder, “Well, they’ve got the widow’s dress, and Vl have to buy another, providing I ever get out of here. But the yresent outlook is rather slim; hang me if it ain’t! I wonder what the chances out of a hundred are, anyhow?” He arose and went to the door, and peered out between the iron bars; but he could see only a few feet along the passage, so he returned to his cot and sat down. ‘Guess I’m on board a ship, and not a very big one at that, judging by the way she rocks, Ha inged if I wouldn't like to geta peep outside of here, to see where 1 am.” He spent some time in inspecting his apart- ment, and the chain that held him a prisoner, but he finally came to the conclusion that his only hope of making his escape was through out- side assistance; so he lay down again, to await developments. Several hours passed ere any one approached his cell, and then it was the same girl he had seen on ‘the beach. She carried a_ bright lantern, and flashed its "ays in through the bars of the door. ‘Ah! so you have recovered, have you?” she observed. “Yes, I have,” Dick replied, grimly. ‘‘ What of it?” ‘* Oh! nothin’ much. TI tho’t ’'d come and see if you wanted anything to eat?” ** Well, I reckon [gould get away with a good porter house sterk!” ‘“Humph. I guess you won't get no sech high foedin’ around here as that!” the girl said, with * All youll get is some If that don’t suit you, you a toss of the head. bread and water. can go without.” “Oh! well, fire along. Reclon that’s better than nothin’. But, say, miss, supposin’ you tell me who you are, if we're to be acquaintances.” ‘* My name is Roxy—that’s s all} can tell you,” was the reply. , * Roxy, eh? Well, Roxy, you’re pretty foxy. It was you who got me into this scrape!” The gir] shook her head, ‘““No it wasn’t,” she retorted. one to blane but “yourself!” ‘* Flow so?” ‘Cause the gang were onto your disguise, fore you come to the beach.” “The Ghouls, you mean?” sYes ee What are they going to do with me?” “T dunno.” \ “1m on beard a ship of some sort, ain’t I?” * 'You’ve no swer. ‘When am TI to see the captain of the gang?” was Dick’s next query. “Dunno. To-night, maybe!” and then, she turned abruptly away. “Humph!” mused Dick, ‘ She’s inclined to be as close-mouthed as aclam! But wait! If she is to continue my jaileress, Pll bet a dollar I won’t be a prisoner long! Roxy returned after awhile, and handed Dick a slice of bread and a bottle of water, between the bars. ‘“ Thank you,” Dick said, ‘ Are your parents living, Roxy?” | ~ ““Danno, Never had any, as [ knows of.” “Ah! I see. You work for the gang for what little they see fit to give you.” The girl nodded, “ What a shame,” Dick went on, ‘that should grow up, leading such a lite. Woultn you rather have a nice home, in a nice, antes family, with plenty of good clothes, and a chance to 20 to school?” Roxy’s face br ightened up a little at this. “Yes, there’s lots of things I’d like to have,” she confessed, ‘‘ but it’s no use wishin’, A poor thing like me can’t be a chooser,” ‘*Pshaw! That’s all nonsqnse! ‘You'll never amount to anything as long as these ea hold me a prisoner, Tl tell. you what Vl d Roxy, You help me to make my escape, and % will place you in the nice home I spoke of, and all you will have to do, is go to school. Just think how much nicer that would be than to lead the life you are now leading!” “Oh! sir, I would not dare do that!” Roxy replied. ‘ The gang would kill me if I were to run away from them!” ‘“* Nothing of the sort! I will see that you are As good luck would have it, he had left his . The girl nodded, but gave no ‘verbal an- .
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securely hidden until they are all in jail, and then you shall be installed in your new home. Besides, I will give you two hundred dollars out of my own pocket that shall be all your own.” “You are awful kind,” Rexy said, tears springing into her eyes, ‘ but, really, I dassn’t doit. The captain bas sworn he would hunt me to the end of the earth if I ever deserted.” * He'll never get the chance, it I once get free. What is your captain’s real name?” **Tdo notknow. The men call him Scaven- ger—that’s all I know.” “Do you know the names of any of the rest of the gang?” **T cannot tell you. You must not ask me.” **-Then, you won’t accept my offer?” “T dare not. Besides, if I wanted to, I could not release you. I bave no keys.” ‘Perhaps you could find a file somewhere, If so I could soon release myself.” . ‘*T think there’s such a thing on board.” ‘¢ How many persons are there on board?” “Only myself, the man who takes care of the boat, and yourself. That’s all. I must be go- ing. “Hold on. One more question. How long have I been aboard?” ** About thirty-six hours,” Roxy replied, and then hurried away again. “ Thirty-six hours, eb?’ Dick mused. - ‘* Mrs. Blair and pretty Bethel are no doubt consider- ably anxious over my non-return. Well, I can’t help it if they are. Here I am,and I don’t see but what I have got to take matters as they come!” CHAPTER X. AN ‘ON THE DECK’ COURT. THE day wore away very wearily to Dead- wood Dick, whose active spirit chafed under this sort of monotonous incarceration. He managed, however, to get in a couple hours’ sleep, and when he awoke, he judged it was pretty near nightfall. Not long after he awoke, Roxy made her ap- pearance, and gave him some bread and butter, some cold meat, and a flask of cold tea. “T guess thé captain willbe on board this evening,” she announced, ‘and if you are sum- moned before him, you had best act civilly, for he isa bad man when he’s mad, and has no re- spect or mercy for any one!” She hurried off, then, before Dick could get a chaace to say anything. ‘* Well, jet that captain come as soon as he pleases,” Dick muttered. ‘T’ll guarantee he won't make very much out of me—not if I know myself. I shall at least find out what is to be done with ine.” Not long afterward, Dick heard the clanking of machinery, and by the rocking of the boat knew it was in motion. “Here we go!” he soliloquized. if they intend me?” For over an hour the boat plowed away through the water; then the clanking of the eenery ceased, and the boat came toa stand- still. Shortly afterward, two burly men approach- ed Dick’s cell, each carrying a lantern swung upon his arm. : Both were roughly dressed, and their faces were hidden by grotesque papier mache masks, one mask representing a baboon’s “ mug,” while the other represented a pug dog, Each also carried a cocked revolver, ready for ‘ instant use. The Pug opened the coor of the cell, and he and bis companion entered, * ‘* Mr, Deadwood Dick,” the Pug said, through the aperture of his mask, ‘‘ you are summoned into the presence of the Captain of the Ghouls. First, however, we must handcuff you. Will you allow us to do this without trouble, or shall we have to use force?” ““Oh! I suppose I might as well acquiesce!” Dick replied. It would do “Exactly. You are sensible, you no good to resist.” So Dick submitted to the handcuffs; then the iron band was unlocked and removed from around his waist. Each of the outlaws took him by the arm, and conducted him to the deck above. The night was warm and pleasant, and the soaring moon shed down a brilliant light upon the dancing billows, The vessel, which proved to be a handsome steam-yacht, was riding at anchor in a little cove, not far from the Gulf Coast, but was no- where in sight of Galveston Island. “TI wonder to take me out to sea and dump Deadwood Dick, Jr., | . “ Seated about the deck were six men, roughly dressed, but disguised differently than the two who conducted Deadwood Dick on deck, Instead of the grotesque masks, they wore black hoods, with long peaked tops, the hood covering the entire face, with exception of the eyes, a portion of the nose, and an aperturé for speaking. ‘The cloth around the immediato vicinity of the eye-holes and mouth was painted white, which of course gave the wearers of the disguise a rather unearthly appearance. The six men were seated in a sort of semi- circle, and one was mounted upon a stool, con- siderably higher than the rest, which seemed to indicate that he was in command, Deadwood Dick was led before this individual and seated upon a stool, while bis two conduc- tors stood on either side of him, with drawn revolvers. Then followed several seconds of silence, ere the Captain of the Ghouls spoke. When he did, it was in a deep, sonorous tone, but a very poor effort it was to disguise the man’s natural voice. “* Deadwood Dick!” he began, ‘‘ are youaware in whose august presence you are seated?” “Tam!” Dick replied coolly. ‘It is my mis- fortune to be seated in the presence of a gang of the lowest, vilest and most degraded ruffians in all Texas!” ** Quite right!” the captain said with a chuckle. ‘*-You hit the nail plum square on the head, the first time, sir. You couldn’t have fallen in with a worse crowd if you had tried.” ‘No need to tell me that!” retorted the pris- oner, ‘It stands to reason that a man who be- comes the tool of Horace Henshaw, must be as black a wretch as his master.” The captain started violently, and uttered a savage oath. ‘Curse you! what do you mean?” he roared, half-rising from his seat. ‘*T mean that you can’t close my eye up for a cent!” Dick retorted. ‘‘ While you may be Captain Scott Scavenger, the grave robber, on board this vessel, when you're ashore you're Horace Henshaw, the shyster lawyer and sneak- thief. You needn’t try any longer to disguise your voice, for [ know you like a book,” ‘*Curses seize you!” the scoundrel hissed. “ve a mind to blow your brains out where you sit.” ‘*T suppose you have that privilege,” was Dick’s fearless answer: ‘‘I don’t know why you should wax so wroth at the truth, unless truth is poison to you.” ‘*You infernal detective cur! day you crossed my path.” Deadwood Dick laughed. ‘*What puzzles me is, why you sent for me, to hunt down the infamous gang of which you are yourself the leader!” “Well, I had an object,” he admitted. “I knew you were the best all-around detective and man-hunter west of the Mississippi. We also had a prisoner who knew of you, and he often made his brags that, if he made his es- cape, he would hunt you up, and come back and break up our game. He did finally escape, and disappeared, and as he was a buil-headed cuss, I was fearful that he would carry out his prom- ise; so I concluded to send for you myself, and, after I got you here, to let you nose around awhile, to see just how shrewd you were, and then, if you were likely to be dangerous to our interests, I could put you out of the way—just as I shall do now!” ‘Oh, will you? If so, all I have got to say is that you ought to have got your work in before I knocked that little insurance scheme of yours in the head!” “Oh! that’s allright. I shall win my point in that game yet, now that you are out of the way. Whatdo you think we ought to do with you, Mister Deadwood Dick?” ‘“* Why, about the cutest caper I know of would be to set me at liberty.” ‘Oh, no! We're not doing business that way. The boys are in favor of getting rid of you without delay; but, personally, I’m not in favor of bloodshed. So I have carefully thought the matter over, and resolved to give you the choice of two things: Hither you must take an iron-clad oath and become an active member of the gang, or, to-morrow night this boat will take you out to sea, and, loaded with weights, you will be sunk to the bottom. And so perish all detectives who come meddling in our busi- ness!” “So you will add murder to your other crimes, eh?” ‘““ When necessary for self-protection, only. You yourself have the power to prevent the crime, by joining us, You area shrewd young It was a sorry in Texas. fellow, and would make a clever member, after a little coaching.” “T don’t think I'd make much of a goasa villain,” Dick replied, ‘*‘and Td rather not tackle the job.” ‘*Youwd be just the right man in the right place. You are a detective, and could shield our biz, which does not consist alone of robbing graves. We have various other irons in the fire that pay big dividends,” ‘* So your other detective member shields you from the law, does be?” ‘*To whom do you refer!” ‘“@il Morey!” ‘* See here, you’re too devilish sharp for your age, young man!” Dick laughed, ‘‘ There’s no grasshoppers on my whiskers. By the way, of what does your initiatory oath consist?” “That matters not. Suffice to say, that once a man takes it he never will break it.” ‘“‘And if I refuse to join, you mean to down me, you say?” Postively, yes. I will give you until to- morrow night, at ten o’clock to decide, If you conclude to join us, Roxy will come ashore, and let us know. If you refuse, Old Hulks will run the yacht out to sea and pitch you overboard. So you know what to expect. Do you under- stand?” ‘*{ do,” Dick replied. “Then, boys, take him back to the dungeon, and confine him, as he was before!” This was done, and in a few minutes Dick was once more alone in his gloomy cell. Soon after, he felt the yacht once more in motion, and concluded that it was taking the Ghouls ashore, CHAPTER XI. OVER THR SHADOWED SEA! Dick slept little, that night, for his mind was busied with the problem of the future. What was he todo? Here he was, a helpless prisoner, in the hands and at the mercy of a band of men who placed no value on a life, if, by taking it, it would screen their own wickedness. Two choices had been given—cne to hecome one of the Ghouls-—the other, a grave at the bot- tom of the Gulf. Which should he take—life or death? Long he pondered over the situation, “By Jove! I don’t see but what it’s about six of one and half a dozen of the other. Let me see—l’ve got until to-morrow night, ten o’clock, to decide in. Well,'I sha’n’t decide till the last minute. Something in my favor may turn up twixt now and then. Ive keen in many a fix, as tight as this, and. got out of it, at that. So there’s no use of despairing yet. : “ve got a goad deal of hope based on Roxy. T believe she wants to get away from the gang, but is actually afraid of the brutes. Oh, if I could only get ashore, once, wouldn’t I. make short work of them? If I say yes, Roxy goes ashore, notifies them, and they come aboard, and initiate me. If I say no, old Hulks takes me out to sea and sinks me for fish fodder. Old Hulks must be the chap that runs the boat. Will Roxy stand by and see him chuck me overboard? By Jove! I can’t believe it. © That girl has got some spunk of her own, and I be- lieve she’d fight before she’d see me drown.” And thus Dick’s brain continued to be racked by thoughts and conjectures relative to the mor- row and the future. ; After a couple of hours’ run, the hoat came pane tonre to a halt, and did not run again that night, 4 was almost morning ere the prisoner fell asleep nnd was awakened by the rattling at the door of his cell, Roxy was already there with his breakfast, which consisted of some buttered biscuits, a fried fish, aad a flask of coffee. “Ah! you’re the girl,” Dick said, as he re- ceived the stuff between the bars, “I thank you very much, Roxy. By the way, have the Ghouls gone ashore?” “© Oh, yes; long ago.” ‘Yon and Hulks are alone, then?” “ec Yes.” ‘“¢ Where were you when I was on deck?” ‘Not far away.” ‘* Listening?” ‘6 Yeas,” , “You heard the sentence the captain imposed on me?” het Eo cs Pe! ‘“‘ What did you think of it?” ‘ “Oh it was about whatI expected. You were lucky they didn’t do for you at once.” “Then you think if I refuse to join ’em I wili be drowned by Hulks.” <a i " f , ae ra By 1% i ¥ tb Peete ai Vode ES ——
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— = on ** Them’s his orders, captain says.” ‘Indeed! Well, now, Roxy, if you were in my ee what would you do—jvin the gang?” “*T reckon not.” “No? Then you would drown?” ** You bet!” And the girl laughed, as though she thought drowning somewhat of a pastime, Dick looked rather dubious at this. *T am inclined to think you’re about as heart- less as the rest of the crowd,” he remarked. The girl’s eyes flashed, and her face instantly became grave, ** But I ain’s, tho’, and you’re the ever twitted me of such a thing.” “Then pray forgive me, and take no offense, It was because you spoke so coolly of serious matters that I made the remark, I hope you will not be offended, Roxy.” ‘No. Tain’t offended, I don't get mad easy, but when I do git mad, I stay mad.” “ And, so you don’t think it policy to join the Ghouls?” * No, I don’t.” q Why not?” “Cause, they'll make a slave out of you, and make you do all their dirty work.” ‘* But, I don’t want to drown!” You won’t, neither.” “Why, you just said, awhile ago, that I would.” **Oh! I was just seein’ how you took to it, that’s all.” “What, then, is to prevent my being drown- ed, if I don’t join the gang? Are you going to help me, Roxy?” ; “No, I hain’t got no keys. You must help yourself!’ and she drew two files from her dress pocket, and shoved them between the bars. One was a flat file, and the other a three cor- nered one, and both were new. Dick seized the precious tools, with an excla- mation of joy. “ Files, by Jove!” he said. ‘‘ Roxy, may God bless you for this, for you have furnished the means of obtaining’ my liberty! Heaven will reward you, and so will I. Will you be ready to go with me little woman?” * Yes, but you must not attempt to leave the dungeon, until dark, when I will come for you. Old Hulks eats his supper in the steward’s cabin shortly after dark. While he is eating it, we vill lower a boat, and row ashore,” “Capital! Roxy, you are a jewel, and you will find I will do by you, just as I promised.” ““T am not afraid put you will. I must be going, now, sir. Don’t make any more noise with the files than you can possibly help.” “Til be very careful,” Dick replied, after which the girl took her departure. Dick ate his repast with more rélish than hough it Had been a king’s feast, and certainly in much less time. This done heexamined his tools and found them all that he could wish. He then set to work. To file the belt so he could remove it from his waist, at will, was the first thing to be done, but on second thought Dick concluded to file the clasp of the padlock in two, as that would be easiest to do, and should he have any chance visitors, they would not so easily observe that he was in readiness to escape. ‘ It required but about an hour to fix matters, so that he could remove both the lock and belt, at a moment’s notice, He next turned his attention to the door, but had no time to form any plans, for, hearing heavy footsteps approaching, he quickly retreat- ed to bis bed, and lay down, secreting the files in his pocket. He was none too soon, for, 2 moment later, a man paused in front of the door, He was a broad shouldered person, pretty well along in years—a typical old sea-dog, with white hair, and as ugly a mug as one could wish to see, He squinted through the bars at the detective, without uttering a word. ‘Hello! thar, old duffer!” cried Dick. ‘* Who are ye, an’ what d’ye want?” The sailor uttered a grunt, spat out a quid of tobacco, and replied: “Oh! I just come down to have a look at you if you’re the feller I’m to sink, to-night!” ** Yes, [reckon I’m the chap you're lookin’ for,” Dick replied, “but, it so bappens I haven’t sunk yet!” “Oh! you'll sink fast enough, once I get hold of you.” ** Don’t be too sure about that; I’ve a notion I shail join the Ghouls,” ‘** Waal, remember you’ve only got from now He generally does as the till ten to-night, to decide in,” And with this warning the old salt hobbled away. Waiting until he thought it safe to re sume operations, Dick approached the door and closely examined its construction. It was of half inch bars of iron, riveted to like cross-pieces, and was hung by heavy hinges, also riveted. The hinges were on the inside of the door. To these he turned his attention. By filing off the rivet heads he could remove the sections belong- ing to the door. This seemed, therefore, the proper thing to do. So he set to work, andin a couple of hours’ time, he had the rivet heads filed off, and to pry first one as | off the hinge, was but the work of a moment. 1 o~9 But, he chose not to do this until the last mo- ment, as he might have callers, in the mean- time. Roxy brought him his dinner, at noon, when he assured her he was all prepared to escape. When she came with his supper, she said: ‘* Hat quickly. I shall come for you soon.” “Allright. Is it getting dark?” “Yes, and will be very dark. The sky is all clouded over, and we shall probably have no difficulty in making our escape.” “That is good. ‘Where are we?” “The yacht is anchored in Galveston Bay, quite near the city. Oh! I can row ashore, in a jiffy, if we can only get our small boat lowered allright. Never fear about me!” She then danced merrily away, Dick disposed of his supper, quickly. Then he pried off the hinges, and lifted the door of his cell ajar, sufficiently to admit of his egress. Stepping into the passage, he awaited the re- turn of Roxy. She came soon, and together, they went softly up on deck. The plucky girl had already lowered a boat, herself, and in a few moments the twain were seated in it, with the oars in Roxy’s grasp. She soon demonstrated that she could pull a good oar, for with almost silent movement, she sent the little craft gliding through the water swiftly. They were not long in reaching shore, and when they were safely landed, Dick grasped his rescuer warmly by the hands. ‘** Roxy,” he said, feelingly, ‘‘ you area noble girl, and my gratitude knows no bounds,. Come, now, and I will take you toa place where you will be secure and comfortable, until it is safe to take you to your new home!” CHAPTER XII. HARRY HENSHAW ON THE WAR-PATH. WORDS are inadequate to express the aston- ishment and horror of Mrs, Blair and Bethel, at the words of the police officer, as detailed in a previous chapter. ** Arrest — me — for —murder !” the widow gasped, growing deathly pale. ‘‘ No! no! there is some mistake!” “Sorry, ma’am, but there is no mistake. You are the widow of the late Benjamin Blair, I believe?” 4 “ce Yes ? ‘*Then you are the person that my warrant calls for. My duty is to take you to the sta- tion-house. The judge chances to be there, to- night, and perhaps he will admit you to bail.” “Then, I will go!” the widow said, turning to Bethel, with a calmness born of desperation. ‘You come with me, dear.” Turning to the officer, who had acted as spokesman: ‘** You will allow usa few minutes, in which to get ready, sir?” “Oh! certainly, madam. Take your own time; we are only too sorry that we are obliged to take you at ell.” So Bethel and her mother entered the house, while the officers sat down upon the piazza, ‘Oh! Bethel, I see it all, now,” Mrs. Blair moaned. ‘‘This is the result of my refusal to marry Horace Henshaw, This is revenge!” ‘* Yes, dear mother. But too wellI can un- derstand that. He means to swear your life away? Oh! what shall we do—what shall we do!” and Bethel burst into tears, ‘Be calm, my child, It iseno time now, to give way to grief,” the good widow said, ‘ Put on your hat, and get the money out of the drawer, and put it in your pocket. Ifa chance is offered, you must bail me out, no matter what it costs.” “Yes, mother, I would rather that every cent should go than that you should spend one hour in a prison cell.” They were soon ready, and locked up the house. “Tf you would prefer, ladies, I can call a hack, around the corner, for I full well realize Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Texas. a mr et WD 2 . & i how unpleasant it will be for you to walk through the street, under police escort!” **Call a back, by all means,” Bethel said, quickly. So one of the officers hurried away. ‘“*Who caused this warrant ‘to be issued?” Mrs. Blair demanded of the remaing cop. ‘“*Tt was issued on the affidavit of a gas-meter inspector, named Ferryle, who claims to have accidentally witnessed the crime.” The officer scon came back with the hack, and the party got in,and were driven rapidly away. The station-house reached, the ladies were- conducted into the presence of the portly lieu- tenant, who presided behind the desk. He chance to know the Blairs, and put forth his hand warmly. ‘‘ Mrs. Blair,” he said, ‘‘I am sorry to have been obliged to issue this warrant, but you know I have to do many unpleasant things. I should not worry, however, for it may all come out right.” ‘ft isa malicious and villainous attack!” the widow declared. “No doubt of it, madam. But, it is also a serious charge, and you know the law is no re- specter of persons, as a general thing.” “Then, must I remain here to-night?” Well, not if I can helpit, The police judge happens to be in the next room, and perbaps he can be prevailed upon to let you off!” _ He disappeared in another room for a minute, but soon returned, accompanied by a crabbed- looking old gent in broadcloth and glasses, and with a head as bald as an apple. ‘‘Well! well! ahem!” he began, surveying, the ladies critically; ‘‘ this is rather an unpleas- ant charge against you, madam,” + It is, indeed, sir, and an entirely unexpected one, T assure you.” “Yes. Well, do you knowthis man Ferryle, who made the affidavit against you?” 5 “*T do not, sir—never heard of such a person.” ‘‘T suppose you plead not guilty to his charge of killing your husband?” : ‘“T certainly do. On the day of his death my husband was attacked with a periodical spell of mental aberration, He was the most violent I had ever seen him, and threatened to kill me and my daughter, J grew so frightened that I sent Bethel for help. During her absence he fell in a fit, and must have suffered terribly, for he tore his hair, and, last of all, drew a knife from his coat-pocket and plunged it into his heart.” ‘Well, Mrs. Blair, I am sorry this charge has been made against you, and still more sorry that, owing to repairs going on in the police court, I cannot give you a public hearing until day after to-morrow. I donot wish to see you detained until then, and if we can make some satisfactory arrangements about bonds—” Just then Horace Henshaw rushed breathlessly into the room, ‘‘ Hello, here! What is the matter?” he cried. “T just heard that Mrs. Blair was arrested! What’s it.all about?” “Mrs, Blair has been arrested for the murder of her husband, at the instance of one Ferdinand Ferryle,” the judge replied; “‘and, as 1 don’t want to see the lady locked up, we were just dis- cussing the subject of releasing ber on bonds,” “Bonds? Why, certainly, judge! Pll go on her bonds for all ’'m worth.” Mrs. Blair stepped quickly forward. “You will do nothing of the kind, Horace Henshaw!” she said, sternly. ‘I can give my own security if the honorable judge will kindly name how much is required.” “Humph! You're mighty independent, it strikes me,” Henshaw growled, ‘and T should advise the judge to make your bail strong enough, so there will be no danger of your skip- ping the town.” i ’ ‘*T believe you have no voice in this matter, Mr. Henshaw!” the judge spoke up, quickly. Then, to the widow: . “Mrs. Blair, I propose to be as lement to- ward you as possible, and so, if you will prom- ise to be in police court day after to-morrow, at ten o'clock, I will let you off on.one thousand dollars bail.” “T promise to be on hand, sir,” the widow seid. ‘“ Bethel, give the gentleman one thousand dollars.” F Bethel obeyed, and after counting it, the judge said: “Very well, ladies, you can go.” And so, much to the chagrin of Henshaw, the: widow and her daughter did go home. ; And before either retired to rest that night, they in concert offered up a prayer, beseeching the Almighty to come to their aid, and praying that through His divine agency assistance:
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court that on fr 12 ios Semel real ge rae - y ‘see ee Dea wood Dick . Pi Se tae 7 < SY Led pth, 4 pais A Cet ie opr ihe might come to them, and carry them safely | you from doing so. For swearing this base lie, through that maelstrom of trowble and disgrace. “Oh! if Mr. Bristol would only return!” were the last words on the widow’s lips ere she fell sasleep. The next morning one of the papers was full of sensational news, and contained an account sof the arrest of Mrs. Blair for the supposed mur- der of her husband. Also, it gave a brief account of the discovery of the existence of a band of professional grave- robbers and all-around rogues, in the city, and the efforts that were being made to capture ‘them. All day long a curious crowd of idlers was gathered about the Blair cottage, but both the ‘widow and her daughter kept themselves as much out of sight as possible, During the forenoon there came a ring at the door-bell, and, on answering the summons, Bethel found Harry Henshaw standing on the piazza. He had evidently been in a fight, for his “clothes were soiled, and his left eye was black and blue. ‘* Good-morning, Miss Bethel!” the young man saluted. .‘‘ May { come in a few minutes? I have a matter of importance to speak of to your mother.” **Y am sorry, sir, but we are not receiving callers to-day, Mr. Henshaw.” “Tknow. Youare in trouble, but that need not exclude me. The information I have to give, you will both prize very highly.” “Then, come in, sir!” Bethel said, leading the way to the partially-darkened parlor, where Mrs, Blair was reclining upon the sofa. ‘ Mother, here is Mr, Harry Henshaw, who wishes to see you!” ‘* Be seated, Mr. Henshaw,” the widow said. “You aré quite a stranger.” For, before Harry became utterly reckless, he had been a frequent visitor to the Blair cottage, and had paid con- siderable attention to Bethel; but, gradually, his visits had fallen of in frequency, until they seceased altogether, of his own accord. “Yes, Mrs, Blair, This is the first time I thave called for some time,” the young man re- plied. ‘* The truth is, ’ve been going it pretty wild, for the past six months, and was ashamed ‘to come here any more. But, now, it is differ- ent. I am a changed man, and hope that the social ties of the past may be renewed.” **Do you come from your father, sir?” ‘If you will take pains to observe that my clothes are soiled and my eye is blacked, you may infer that you are right. “Yes, Mrs, Blair, Lhave just left my parent, forever!” ‘Indeed? Have you had a quarrel with him?” * Well, yes, somewhat. He proved himself to ame to be a double-dyed villain, and after I had expressed my opinion of him, he blacked my eye for me, and assisted me to make a flying leap into the street. “* My object in coming to you, Mrs, Blair, is two-fold. Iam now homeless and penniless, | intend to brace up and be a man, in the future, and want to get some place to board, until I can ‘find a situation. I bethought myself of you, and thought I would make an appeal to your good- aature, “The second object of my visit is to tell you that there isa foul conspiracy on fcot to ruin -you, and my father is at the bead of it.” ‘**T know it, Harry, and I fear he he will suc- ceed |” “Not if I know myself, ho won’t!” Harry re- plied. ‘I can bean invaluable witness for you, in your forthcoming trial, and think I can get you discharged,” **Do you mean this, Harry Henshaw?” “Ay! I certainly doi” ‘Then, you are thrice welcome to our home, ‘for as long as you may see fit to remain. But, tell us, how did the rupture come about, be- tween you, and your father?” ** Allon account of an infamous proposition he made me. Because I was wild and reckless, he evidently thought me as black-hearted as him- self. But he found out his mistake, mighty quick, I can tell you, ‘*T was broke, this morning, and went to him for some funds, Although, heretofore, he has been quite liberal with me, he immediately re- fused, on this occasion, I endeavored to argue with him, and finally, he said; ** Harry, [have a thousand dollars in my pocket, and if ycu have gumption enough to yearn it you can have it!’ ‘*T inquired what I would have to do, and his ‘reply astounded me, He said I must appear in court and testify against you. I must tell the uent visits of mine to your home, I had heard you threaten to kill your ‘ausband, and on one occasion, had prevented in court, I was to receive the sum of one thou- sand dollars! ‘Well, I said but few words, but in them few I told the old man what I thought of him, and as a result, he blacked my eye, and threw me out.. Pll acknowledge he did that, for physi- cally, and scientifically, he is undeniably a bet- teriman than I am. But, Pll show him who he’s been fooling with, when I get him in the court-room, and don’t you forget it!” And Harry was evidently in dead earnest, too! CHAPTER XIII. BILL LITTLE LATCHED. Mr. WiniiamM LirrLE, whose name has be- fore been mentioned, in the course of our story, sat in his cosey little parlor, the afternoon pre- ceding the day of Mrs, Blair’s impending trial, engaged in drawing satisfaction out of a fra- grant cigar, Mr. Little, when not engaged in work, was a thoroughly home man, He was like most men of enormous avoirdu- pois, and his round, smooth, good-natured face, did not suggest that there were any bad traits about the man, or that he was ever troubled with insomnia or a prickly conscience, Two pretty littie children—twins—played at his feet, while bis wife, a thin, sad-faced woman, sat engaged ‘at sewing, near at hand. It was a cosey home picture, and but for the sad-faced wife, one would have never suspected that the arch-demon, trouble, had gained en- trance to that family. “Mary Jane,” Mr. Little observed, as he roll- ed clouds of cigar smoke ceilingward, ** what makes you so mum, to-day, You haven’t spoke searcely a word since I told you about Old Hulks chucking the young fellow overboard!” “*TIs it any wonder, William? It makes me feel very badly, when I think of that awful deed! “Well, it was tough, to be sure. But, it was the captain’s orders, and I’m not responsible for his crimes. There’s one thing I am thinking seriously about, Mary!” “Well, William, what is it?” : “Tm thinking of quitting the gang, and going back to my trade. 1’m getting sick of being a tocl for a man like Hor. Henshaw!” “Oh, William! Do you really mean it??/and Mrs. Little looked up, her sad face beaming with an expression of suddenly aroused hope, ** Yes, I mean it!” Bill replied. ‘1’m sorry I ever allowed myself to be drawn into the gang, and since Hulks told me, this morning, that he ha | done away with the prisoner, I’ve been feel- ing pretty bad, and have resolved to quit.” His wife threw down her sewing, and running to her husband, threw her arms affectionately around his neck, ; “Oh! William,” she cried, ‘you can never know what a load your words have lifted from my heart. It has worried me oh! so much, be- cause you have been associated with that ter- mble gang!” | “T know it has, my dear, but until now, I have not dared attempt to withcvaw, as I have been closely watched, and the penalty of de- sertion is instant death. In, my opinion, now, however, the gang is short-lived, and I don’t want to be a member when they are nabbed. Soif Ic uit ’em we shall have to go elsewhere, right off. “Yes, yes! let’s leave at cnce, and go far away. before it is too late.” ; ‘We cannot go very far, dear, for I haven't much money.” ‘““[ have about a hundred dollars saved up, William, from my own means, and that will take us a good ways. Come! let’s pack up at once,” “No, we cannot afford to take our furniture with us. It will be an impediment to our flight. We will have to sacrifice it to a dealer, and then, when we get relocated, replace it, as fast as we can,” Just then, there was a knock upon the door. Mrs, Little went to answer the summons, and as she opened the door, a young man stepped into the room, * Little, at first, could not make out who the unceremonious visitor was; then he sat bolt- upright in his chair, and uttered a yell of bor- ror. , ‘“* Deadwood Dick!” he cried. ‘““At your service!” the visitor replied, as he complacently helped himself to a seat, not neglecting to partly betray the fact that his right hand covered a short six-shooter. ‘I reckon you hardly expected to see me back so soon, from Davy Jones’s locker, friend Little?” Little made an effort to answer, but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. He was too ut terly astounded to speak. ‘What is the meaning of this intrusion, sir” Mrs. Little demanded, coming to her husband’s aid. ‘* Who are you, sir, and what do you want here?” ‘* Madam, you will please have the kindness to beseated, and remain quiet!” Dick commanded, respectfully but firmly. ‘‘ My business is with your husband, and not with you. I am Dead- wood Dick, the detective, the same chap the Ghouls intended to drown, last night. They got left, however, as I made my escape before the ee hour.” ick then turned to the man of avoirdupois, “Well, Mr. Little, you seem somewhat sur- prised at my reappearance!” . ‘“‘ Surprise is no name for it!” Little gasped. **-You supposed me to be at the bottom of the sea, did you?” ‘* Yes; I learned this morning that Hulks had carried out the captain’s orders.” ‘¢ Hulks lied to screen himself,” Dick declared. ‘ST ¢ ncluded to postpone my visit to Neptune- ville indefinitely.” ‘“‘ Well, what brings you here?” * Oh, I have a little warrant to serve on you, that’s all. But Iain’t inno great aurry about executing it. I want to havea little talk with you first, you see.” ‘* Well, what do you want to talk about?” ““Pve got matters pretty well perfected for breaking up this gang of Ghouls, as you style yourselves, State’s Prison is eagerly awaiting to receive them one and all, and I only want a few more points in order to make a general arrest. T want these points from you.” *¢ From me?” **That’s what I said.” Well, you'll get no points from me, young man, you can bet!” ‘Oh, yes, I will!” Dick returned, confidently. ‘Before coming here I made a number of in- quiries, and learned that, as a whole, you were a pretty good sort of fellow. Says I, to myself, here’s 2 man with a wife and two children on his hands, and hang me if I don’t go and)see him and offer him the first chance!” * How do you mean? I fail to comprehend your meaning.” ‘‘T mean, give you first chance to turn State’s evidence against the rest of the gang and save yourself a long term of imprisonment.” Little brightened at this. ‘‘ Would I be let off free if I did this?” he asked. ‘‘I have only belonged to the gang about two months, and have never taken, as yet, a hand in any of their depredations. I was tell- ing my wife, before you came, of my intention of withdrawing from the gang, and going to work at my trade in some other town.” ‘¢-Yes, if you give me the names of the whole « gang, and turn State’s evidence against them in court, you will be allowed to go Scot free!” “tsa bargain! DPlldoit!’ ‘* Very well. Give me the names of all who are known as ‘ The Ghouls,’” “‘ You know, of course, who the captain is?” ‘Yes; Horace Henshaw.” “Right you are. He has been the king-pin villain of the lot, all along. Next to him in authority is Gil Morey. After him comes Hen and Frank Mitchell, Walter Marsh Fred War- den} a fellow best known as Reddy the Tough, a mir cree Barker, Morris Shannon and my- self, ‘t Where can these fellows be found?” “Oh, they’ve scattered cma Their original hang-out was at McMugg’s, on Mechanic street, but the cops began to watch them pret sbarp, and they took a tumble and scattered. The police know ’em pretty well, and it won’t be a hard matter to nab ’em,” ; ‘‘Very well, I shall have to invite you to comfortable quarters in the station-house, until to-morrow, Mr. Little, when you will be given a chance to turn State’s evidence before the proper authorities, and upon giving bonds will e released until the case comes up in the pres ent term of court, now in session,” ‘* But, I can give no bonds,” “Oh! Tl fix that. To secure the conviction of the gang, there are plenty who will go on | "hua bond. I have acab outside, and you can e taken to the station, without any one being — the wiser for it,” ‘*-Yes, and once you get me there, you will keep me there!” ‘*My word for it, no! I will see that you are treated squarely. When Deadwood Dick gives his wr-vrd he never goes back on it!” ; “T believe you, sir. thourand I would trust, and will accompany you. So cheer up, wife, and all will soon be You are one man of a |
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} } : : ~~) right. The dark clouds are gradually breaking away, and ere long I will be a free man, ready and willing to begin a better life anew.” Little put on his hat, kissed his wife and chil- dren, and left tne house_in company with the prince of Western detectives. A cab was waiting outside, and entering this the two were driven rapidly away. Arrived at the station-house, Dick succeeded in getting his man inside, without attracting attention, and the witness was provided with as cheerful a cell as the place afforded. Dick, then, donned a disguise, loaned him by one of the police detectives, and took bis leave, He had yet another matter to attend to that day. CHAPTER XIV. DICK CORRALS ANOTHER ’OUN. Matrers were working so favorably that Dick was beginning to feel considerably elated over his success in Galveston, True, as ret he had not made a penny, aud there was little prospect that he would; but he did not care for that. He had a snug sum laid away, in several localities, and it was because of his restless spirit anda desire to see some- thing of the coast, that he had come to Gal- veston. After leaving the station-house, he instituted quiet inquiries in regard to Ferdinand Ferryle, who had preferred the charge of murder against Mrs. Blair;—for, although he had not been near the Blair Cottage since his return to the island, he had heard all about the widow’s troubles, and resolved to make a strong attempt to baffle the schemes of her bitter. enemy, Horace Hen- shaw. The result of his inquiries was to ascertain that the man was occasionally employed as an assistant inspector of gas-meters, When not thus employed, he usually worked at his little carpenter shop, on the south side of the city. Presuming he would find his man in this shop, Dick set out for the place, which he reached after rather a tedious walk. It was a dilapidated shanty, with a peaked roof, and two cobweb-covered windows, There was also a rickety door, which hung open by one binge The door being open, Dick stepped within the shop, and found himself in the midst of benches, lumber, tools and shavings, “The boss” of this establishment was stretched out on the work-bench, with his head ropped up against, engaged in seeking solace ‘rom @ corncob pipe. He was an unprepossessing-looking individ- ual, poorly dressed, carried a red face, hook- nose, and little bead-like eyes. His hair was black, and a goodly portion of his face was - covered by a two weeks’ stubble of beard. He surveyed his caller curiously, without any attempt at a salutation. Dick, not disconcerted, took a seat on an op- posite bench, and lit a cigar. ** Any objections to my smoking?” he asked. ‘“* No!” the other replied. ‘‘ What d’ye want?” ‘* T want to see the boss!” “Youre another 0’ them newspaper chaps, hey? If ye aire ye’d better git!” ‘Reckon not. That ain’t my lay!” ‘¢No? What d'ye want see the boss for?” ‘‘TPve got some work I want done.” ‘“« Well, I’m the boss.” _ You, Ferdinand Ferryle?” ‘“'That?s me.” ; “Well, you see, there’s a man to be hung in the jail next week, and I've taken a contract for furnishing the gallows. Want to get your figures for building it!” j “¢ Man goin’ to be hung, eh? What fer?” ‘For tryin’ to swear away the life of another person!” Ferryle gave a start, and eyed his visitor with quick suspicion, ‘** What d’ye mean?” he demanded. “Oh! I mean you!” Dick replied. ‘ That racket of yours ain’t goin’ to work, Ferryle. If f oe appear in court, and swear you saw Mrs, ir kill her husband, the little job is going to cost Aba ten years in State prison.” ‘“‘Bah! what are you talkin’ about? Who are ou, anyhow, to come blattin’ round my shop, ia reckon | know my business,” and the irate man picked up a mallet, ‘**Drop that!” Dick ordered, instantly cover- ing him with his glittering “six.” ‘‘I reckon ff know your business better than you do yourself, Ferryle. Ive got yh down fine, and you'll find it out, too. If you want to know who I am, I’m a United States detective, and all I’m waiting to see is for you to give false evidence against Mrs, Blair, and I'll put you behind the } Deadwood Dick, te bars so quick your teeth won’t have time to chatter!” Ferryle began to look uneasy. ‘No oue’s goin’ to give false evidence!” he growled. ‘I reckon I ee what I saw!” ‘¢ Well, what did you see?” ‘‘T saw the woman kill her husband. I was around taking the registration of meters, when by mistake I got into the wrong house. I was about retreatin’ to the street, when I heard loud words, The door being open, curiosity naturally prompted me to lookin. Just as I did so, I saw the woman raise a dirk knife, and plunge it into the breast of a man, who stood before her. You bet I got out of that vicinity, in mighty quick shape!” ‘Why didn’t you notify the police, at once? ‘* To tell the truth, sir, [ didn’t know what to do, I was so frightened. I came back to my shop, here, and thought the matter over, and finally came to the conclusion that the most sen- sible thing for me todo was to mind my own business, and keep a still tongue in my head. ** But, I couldn’t. The thing kept bothering me so, haunting me night and day, that at Jast 1 grew desperate, and believing it my duty, I went and made the affidavit!” “ Ferryle, you are an infernal liar!” “Tam not, and you'd better not call me it, again, or P’]l mash your head in with tais mal- let! ‘You try that dodge and you'll die right on that bench, where you sit. I repeat, you are a liar, and a rascal. I shall produce ample tes- timony in court to prove that yon did not leave this shop from two o’clock in the afternoon of the murder until nine in the same evening. This alone will convict you of willful perjury. The penalty for perjury, in this State, when con- nected with a willful avd malicious purpose to swear away a life, ranges from ten to twenty ears. ‘*T shall further prove that you were hired to swear away Mrs. Blair’s life by no less a person- age, than Horace Henshaw !” Ferryle now began to look really alarmed. “Well, hang it!” he growled, ‘If youre goin’ to do all you say you are, what’s the good of your comin’ an’ tell me about it?” “To show you what a nice little box you’ve got yourself into!” ** Well, supposin’ I don’t testify, at all?” “You've got to testify, one way or the other!” Dick replied. ‘‘ You can’t get out of it! If you testify against the widow, PU guarantee youll be proven a liar, and get ten years the least,” ‘And if I testify the other way—tell the court that I didn’t see no murder, at all—what then? If I tell ’em I was bribed to make the charge, an’ tell ’em who bribed me—what then?” ** Well, then, the chances are that you will be let off with a light ‘‘ sentence.” ‘ Then, I allow [ll take the light sentence,” ‘* Which is as good as admitting you were not near the Blair Cottage, at the time of Benjamin Blair’s death?” ‘* Well, I suppose I might as well own up—I wasn’t?” Ferryle replied. ‘' After the death of Blair, Henshaw came to me and wanted to know if I cared te make a thousand dollars, I told him yes, and after binding me to secrecy, he told me what would be required, assuring me I would be pare Aaeay in preferring the charge, as he would get others to substantiate my state- ment. After some hesitation I consented. Five hundred was paid me down, and I was to get the other five when conviction was secured!” ‘* Well, you've fared better than you ought to. Put on your coat, and come with me.” _ **Come where?” “To the station. We shall have to keepa watch on you, until we are ready for you, in court!” Ferryle protested but allin vain. Dick was inflexible and within the hour, had his man safely locked up in the police station! CHAPTER XV. DICK ALMOST ‘ Pops,” ‘We, this has been rather a cool day for villains, and not much of a day, either!” Dick . muttered, as he left the station-house, after jailing Ferryle. ‘I’ve a notion I might jug a few more, but, I guess two will do for one day. Vl go, now, and see how the Blairs are progressing. No doubt they have given me up for a goner, long ere this.” When he neared the cottage, he quietly re- moved the false beard from his face. Reaching the piazza, he found the usual easy- chair there, but without occupants, Jr., in Texas, oy 8 SAR A 1 The doors and windows of the house were open, uowever, and he knew some one must be: about. the premises, so he sat down in a rocker. By and by, he heard some one come tripping through the hall, and pause in the doorway. ’ Dick’$S back was turned to the door, and he eeu as if unconscious that any one was near 1m, Then, after a moment, the person in the door- way, turned and burried back tbrough the hall. She returned, shortly, however, accompaniet by two other persons, one of whom, judying by his heavier footsteps, was a man, The chair Dick occupied, was an old-fashion- ed affair, with high cane back, which entirely concealed him from the view of those behind. him, So, the man who had accompanied the fright- ened ladies to the door, and who wasno one else than Harry Henshaw, stepped out upon the piazza, and confronted the unannounced caller, ‘Well, sir!” he said, ** who are you, and what. are you doing here?” *Reckon [I’m doing all right,” Dick replied dryly. ‘* Who are you, and wkat’s bitin’ you?” Then there was a little scream, and the next instant Dick found one of the ladies on either side of him, and his hands clasped in theirs, *¢ Oh! it’s Mr. Bristol! it’s Mr. Bristol!” Bethel cried joyously. “Mr. Bristol it is, indeed!” cried Mrs. Blair. “Oh! isn’t this a delightful surprise, for we never expected to see you again,” “Didn't you? Well, I had some doubts about ever coming back to this world again, myself,” Dick confessed, ‘but Old Neptune said that, since there’s not much doing at the bottom of the ocean, now, I might have a short vaca- tion.” ‘¢Oh, nonsense! Please do go on and tell us. what all has happened to you during your ab- sence. By the way, Mr. Bristol, this is Mr, Harry Henshaw. He has cut loose from his father and come to board with us.” “T believe I have met the gentleman before,’” Dick said, rising and extending his hand, which Harry seized and shook warmly. ; Then, when they were all seated around him, Dick went on and gave a detailed account of his experience since the night of his capture. ‘“*T am very sorry for one thing, Mrs. Blair,” he said, “and that is, that | could not return to you your mourning outfit, which was taken from me.” ‘¢Douwt mention it, sir,” was the reply, ‘‘ for T can easily have it replaced, if 1 bave need for it, which [ am not sure I sbali, You do not. know the new trouble I am in, Mr, Bristol?” ‘On the contrary, I do know all about it!” assured the detective. ‘‘ And, further, I have made full preparations to baffle the vengeful schemes of that diabolical villain, Horace Hen- shaw. Pardon me, sir,”’—to Harry—" for using hard names toward your father, but—” ‘** You are perfectly justified in applying any bad name to him,” Harry interrupted, “ for if any man ever deserved hanging, it is he. I, personally, shall stand by Mrs. Blair, and telt the court how my own father endeavored to bribe me to abet him in his villainy by uttering a criminal libel.” : : “Good for you! Oh! there is not the slight- est doubt but what we'll make it warm for the villain, and, as fur Mrs. Blair, she will be hon- orably discharged. 1 can vouch for that,” “You are not certain yet, Mr. Bristol,” the widow observed. : ‘ ‘* Positive! I have got everything arranged, and my plans and evidence can’t fail.” “ Well, [ hope not, sir. But, come; we must not sit here talking you todeath. You have not been to supper, and I know you must be nearly famished. Come, Bethel, set the table. Come, Mr. Harry, you must run to the corner-store for me. If you are to be a boarder of mine, you must make yourself useful.” “‘ Look out for yourself, Bristol; you'll, catch it next!” Harry said, rising, with a laugh, ‘No he won't,” retorted the widow. ‘You never mind Deadwood Dick. He’s already earn ed and paid his bourd for a year ahead of time.” — The trio then went into the house, leaving Dick sitting on the piazza, in the gathering: gloom of the evening, busied with his own thoughts. F His thoughts were not of a business nature— not of wbat he had done, nor of plans be had im view. They were of Bethel! She seemed to be so glad to welcome him , back. Did she really care vor much for him—so much that she would be willing to link her fate with his?
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. ~~ =e a= ~ nt \, ee aE ae TSE ba ae tan. (abe ee ey je!) ee RCE 1, Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Texas. This was the question that kept running through his mind, as he sat there in the gloam- inz, and the thougbt in itself seemed to give him a sense of deep delight. Involuntarily his eyes closed, but the vision of sweet Bethel was still before him. livery happy moment has its awakening, and so it was with Dick, when he heard Bethel’s gentle voice saying to him: ** Don't go to sleep, Mr. Bristol. soon be ready.” * Oh! I’m not asleep,” he replied, opening his eyes witha smile, ‘I was just dreaming, that’s ai” ‘Dreaming? What! and not asleep?” ‘Exactly! Dreaming of a vision of feminine loveliness who I seriously fear has made an overwhelming capture of my heart.” ‘‘Tndeed? You seem to be of quite a romantic turn, to-night, Mr. Bristol. May I ask, does the object of your adoration live far from Galves- ton?” ‘*No, not far. In fact, she is quite near me, now,” and as he spoke he placed bis arm gently around her waist, and drew her nearer to him. ‘* Bethel,” he said, in a low, earnest tone, ** did you miss me while I was away, and are you really glad I have come back?” ‘ Y-e-s,” she whispered, averting her gaze, while the color hightened in her pretty cheeks, ‘* Then you do care for me a little?’ he per- sisted, taking ber soft white hand in his. * Supper-r-r-r !” came the voice of Mrs, Blair, calling from the dining-room. “There! come, Mr. Bristol,” Bethel said, gently releasing herself. ‘‘ Your supper is all ready, and waiting fer you.” ’ Supper be banged!” inwardly moaned Dick, as he arose and followed het into the house. He found the repast more than satisfactory, however, and did full justice to it. It was in vain, however, that he tried to get a private word with Bethel during the remain- der of the evening, for she cunningly avoided meeting him except when either young Henshaw or her mother was present. Supper will Late that night four men were seated in a pri- vate office of the police station, engaged in ac- tive consultation. One was the judge of the police court. Next to him sat an inteiligent-looking old. gentleman. He was judge of the higher court, Next to him sat Ferdinand Ferryle, while, just across the table, leisurely puffing away at a cigar, sat Deadwood Dick. What meant this nocturnal meeting? CHAPTER XVI. A QUICK TRIAL—CONCLUSION. EARLY the next morning Mrs. Blair had a hearing before the police court judge, and plead- ved “not guilty” to the charge preferred against her in Ferryle’s affidavit. Ferryle was not personally present, but his affidavit was accepted as evidence, ‘Mrs, Blair,” the judge said, in closing, ‘it is of course my duty to bind you over to court, Vherefore, would you prefer to have your trial take place at once, or have it go over to the next term?” : “‘T want it to take place at once,” she replied. ‘““Exactly. I presumed you would, and in your behalf have made arrangements with the judge of the higher court, now in session, to ave. your case come on this afternoon, I will hold your deposit, therefore, pending your ap- pearance this afternoon. Until then, you are discharged.” So the widow, Bethel, and Harry went back _ to the cottage, while Dick sought out the chief of police, whom he found looking rather dis- turbed. ‘* Well, did your men have any success last night?” asked the detective. “No, not enough to speak of. They caught Frank Mitchell, that’s all. The rest of the gang got wind of what was coming, I reckon, anc taking the yacht, left for parts unknown.” **Too bad. Isee Henshaw and Morey are yet in town?” **Oh, yes. But pe Bey watched. When does the trial come off? You said they were not to be arrested until then,” “Exactly. I want to expose those two men before the people. Mrs, Blair’s case has been remanded to the higher court, and the trial will begin this afternoon.” So you will have officers on hand, to nab Henshaw and Morey, ~when the word is given?” “*T will. “* Ver And Perhaps I will be present, in person,” well.” ick returned to the cottage. Much two his joy, he found Bethel sitting alone on the piazza. “* Aka! now DPve got you!” he cried, running up the steps. ‘I shall insist now, Miss Bethel, upon an answer to that interrupted question of | last night.” She flushed a trifle and her work, seeming somewbat embarrassed. ‘*T am sorry, Mr. Bristol,” she said ‘* that you insist upon an answer. But, since you do, I will be frank with you. Ido think a great deal of you asa friend, and always shall. You have been very kind to us!” ‘* As a friend?” ‘* Asa friend, and [ hope always to have the pleasure of remembering you as such; for, whatever my other feelings might be toward you, I could never be more than a friend to you, There is another who has a stronger claim on were secretly engaged to each other, over six months ago, but Harry got reck- less, through his association with Gil Morey the detective, and neglected me, and gradually we drifted apart. ever, with the full determination to be a man again, and entreated me to renew our engage- ment, and— Well, I—I have done so! Mr. Bristol, that I have not offended you?” And her voice wasa trifle unsteady as she spoke. ‘* Not in the least, Miss Bethel,” Dick replied. ‘*T respect. and honor you all the more for your | ‘kept her gaze upon ; He has come back now, how- | | he had accomplished, from the day of his arrival I hope, | ‘**T did not!” ‘Does not your affidavit state differently!” “tt does.” “Then, sir, why the affidavit?” ‘*T was bribed to do the business, sir!” ‘““Then, why are you going back on the per- son who bribed you!” “Because I fully realize what a cowardly thing I have done, and want to repair the in- jury so far as possible.” ‘* Who bribed you?” ‘‘Horace Henshaw. He came to me, and offered me a thousand dollars if I would swear | the woman’s life away. I was greatly in want | of money at the time, and ina fit condition to | be corrupted. I received five hundred dollars down, and was to receive the balance when the woman was convicted!” ‘*Put Horace Henshaw and Gilbert Morey under arrest!” thundered the judge, and it was | done, in quick order. Mrs. Blair and Bethel next testified respec- tively, and told their story ia a straightforward manner, After which Deadwood Dick took the stand, and narrated in detail, his experience and what in Galveston, up to the present time. As may be supposed, his story created a pro- found sensation, Harry Henshaw next testified as to his father’s attempt to bribe him, and was followed by Bill Little, who revealed Horace Henshaw’s frankness, and it is my sincere hope that your | connection with the Ghouls. path througb life may be wreathed with the sunshine of perfect happiness.” | | in a unanimous verdict, for The judge then charged the jury, who brought rs, Blair of ‘ not As he passed on into the house, he thought he | guilty,” without leaving their seats. heard a suspiciously like a sob, but he | ) did not pause to look back. Had he done so he would have seen Bethel | weeping. His last words had touched a tender spot.’ At two o’elcck that afternoon the court-room was pate when the case of Mrs. Blair was called for trial. Before calling the first witness, the district attorney arose and said: be here for half an hour. examine the minor witnesses first. Henshaw wiil take the stand.” There was a flutter of expectation as the scheming lawyer took the stand, and was ad- ministered the oath. ‘* Horace Henshaw, are you acquainted with the prisoner at the bar?” “Tam. Have known her over twenty years.” *¢ Did you know her late husband?” al Ss 0 br Pee ‘* What sort of a man was he?” ‘* A very quiet and peaceable person.” *¢ How about his wife?” ‘* She was rather teuchy, inclined to be quarrel- some,” ‘* Were you posted much in regard to the in- side affairs of the family?” ‘* Considerably. Since the deceased was a cripple, I did much toward helping the family , —. ‘* Did you ever know the husband and wife to quarrel?” ‘* Frequently.” “*Did you hear them threaten each other?” ‘* Well, no, but I have heard the prisoner ex- press a wish that her husband was dead.” ‘* What reason have you to believe that Mrs, Blair killed her husband?” ‘“‘T was told so, I met Ferdinand Ferryle on the street. He asked me if I knew the Blairs, and I told him I did, He then said he had just seen Mrs, Blair plunge a dirk knife into her husband’s breast. I rushed to the cottage and found Blair dead on the floor. The widow de- clared he had committed suicide. For a time I believed her, and kept my own counsel, but, finally, I went and had a consultation with Ferryle, and advised him to make an affidavit as to what he saw.” “That will do, sit down, the front.” Morey took the box and was sworn. family for nearly a year, up to within a few days; that he had frequently heard Mrs, Blair | | was only a couple of weeks, | citizens clubbed together and made up a hand- | some purse, and the chief of police presented ; him a handsome badge. Gilbert Morey to | | by, Dick. | Take itand keep it, and if you ever think to He testified that he had boarded in the Blair | The judge then made a few remarks, highly complimenting Deadwood Dick, and ordering Horace Henshaw, Gil Morey and Ferryle off to jail, and signing Little’s release, he adjourned the court. There is little more to add. Of course it has not been the author’s privilege : to give real names, so all that remains to say is: Horace Henshaw was given a long term of | imprisonment, and will probably never live to ‘““Phe principal witness for the prosecution | has been unavoidably detained, and will not | Therefore, we will | Horace | see freedom again. Gil Morey got ten years, and Ferd Ferryle was thankful to get free board for only six months. Of course Dick was the admired of all during the remainder of his stay in Galveston, which Several prominent The Ghouls who made their escape in the yacht, will ever after give the Gulf Metropolis a wide berth, it is probable. | Through the assistance of Bill Little, the re- mains of Benjamin Blair were recovered, and reinterred in their former resting-place, Roxy, whom Dick had placed temporarily in | a boarding-school, when she heard of his inten- tion of leaving the city nearly cried her eyes out, and begged so piteously to have him take her with him, that after some deliberation he resolved to allow her to accompany him as far as Omaha, where he knew of a kind family who would be only too glad to adopt her. The last week of bis stay in Galveston, the Blairs seemed to over-exert themselves to make things pleasant, but at last, when the hour came to,say good-by, Bethel was nowhere to be found. So he had to be content with saying good by to the widow and Harry; then he and bis protegee started for the ferry, which was to take them across the bay to the mainland, where they were to take a north-bound train. A considerable number of people were at the ferry, to see him off, and among them—Bethel! , Though clad in mourning, he knew ber instant- ly, and after he had shaken hands with the crowd, he approached her. ‘*(tood-by, Bethel,” he said. ‘‘ I thought I wae going to miss you.” “No,” she replied, in a faltering voice, “ I could not say good-by, at the cottage. Good- ere is a ring I bought for you. look at it, remember—then—that—Bethel—loves you! She broke utterly down, and sobbed asif her say she had a mind to kill the old scarecrow, | heart would break, meaning her husband, and, on one occasion, he, | The whistle shrieked, the bell clanged, and Dick Morey, ‘had been obliged to take a pistol away | had just time to kiss her tenderly, and get aboard from her, to prevent an outright murder. Ferdinand Ferryle was then brought forward | | tween island and mainland, Lick could see her and a under oath. “c id you see Mrs. Blair stab her husband, as set forth in your affidavit?” he was asked. the boat as it moved out from the pier. Even after the boat was in mid-water, be- standing on the pier, gazing after him, THE END. ’ { : ; , ‘ ' we “ —— Pas ~
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a ae ¥ hm 9g. ae +m 4 nem —— BY EDWARD L. WHEELER. Deadwood Dick Novela. 1 Deadwood Dick, the Prince ot the Road. 20 Deadwood Dick’s Defiance; or, Double Daggers. 23 peea wend med 2 a Buffal» Ben 5 Deadwoot ek in a Oastle. 42 Deadwood Dick’s Bonanza; o:, The .«antom Miner, 49 Deadwood Dick in Danger; or, Omaha Oll. &¢ Deadwood Dick’sa Eagles; or, The Pards ot Flood Bar. 7B Deadwood Dick on Deck; or, Calamity é ine, the Heroine, TT Deadwood ak Kaat Act wr, Corduroy Charlie, 100 Deadwood Dick in Leadville, 104 Sees aie nde = 5 arog) Py The Double Cross Sign, 20% Deadwoo ick as Detective. 129 Deadwood Dick’s Double; or, The Gorgon’s Gulch Ghost. 48S Deadwood Dick’s Home Base; or, Blonde Jill. 149 Deadwood Dick’s Big Strike; or, A Game of Gold. 166 Deadwood Dick of Deadwood: or, The Picked Party, 195 Deadwood Dick’s Dream; or, The Rivals of the Road. 201 Deadwood Dick’s Ward; or, The Black Hill’s Jezebel. 205 Deadwood Dene Ae or, * aie ced Adventure. R17 Deadwoo ck’s Dead Deal. 221 Deadwood Dick’s Death-Plant. Q82 Gold-Dust Dick. A Romance of Roughs and Toughs, bs poadwoer 2 pe oles gt pygne Spirit of Swamp Lake. ¢ deadwood ek’s Death Trail. 809 Deadwood Dick’s Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon. B21 Deadwood Dick’s Dozen; or, The Fakir of Phantom Flats B47 Deadwood Dick’s Ducats; or, Days in the Diggings. 851 ponavees piek Rentenced 5 or, Lhe Terrible Vendetta, B62 Deadwoo ck’a Claim, 405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City. 410 Deadwood Dick’s Diamonds, 421 Deadwood Dick in New Yorks or, A “Cute Case,” ae pene woed Pee greens or, The Chained Hand. end woo ¢ r. 448 Deadwood Dick, Jr.'s, Deflance. 458 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Full Hand. 459 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Big Round-Up. 465 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Racket at Claim 10. ATL Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Corral; or, Bozeman Bill. y Ay eres peas age ee ho eadwood eck, Jr., in Deadwood, A9L Deadwood Dick, Ir.?s, Compact, Feb pron see are Jr.’s, : uf metas, cadwooa ck, dr.’s iggings. 5058 Deadwood Dick, Tr.’ Deliverance, 515 Deadwood Vick, Jr.'s, Protegee. 622 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’«, Three. 629 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Danger Ducka, aes Posewood wien? Chg ease Hunt, eadwoo ck, Jr., in Texas, 544 Dendwood Dick, Jr. the Wild West Vidoog 44 peoanoes aap ares - pas. Mettle, > endwoo ¢ r., in Gotham, 561 Deadwood Dick, dr., in Boston. 434 soedweed Bick, ha, a EL e pain 572 VDeadwoo ek, Jr., in Chicago. 578 Dendwood Dick. Jr., Afloat. &S4 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Denver. 690 Peadwood Dick. Jr.’s, Decree. 5Y> Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Beelzebub’s Basin, soe poseuees Bree, Jip at mig acm mange i q voo ek « vead ville T° Sio-Deadwood Dick, 3r., in Detroit. 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BY COLONEL PRENTISS INGRAHAM, @ The Flying Yankees; or, The Ocean Outcast, 17 Ralph Roy, the Boy Buceancer; or, The Fugitive Yacht. 24 Diamond Dirk; or, The Mystery of the Yellowstone. 62 The Shadow Ship; or, The Rival Lieutenants. 75 The Boy Duellst; or, The Cruise of the Sea-Wolf, 102 Dick Dead-Eye, the Boy Smuggier. 111 The Seu-Devil 3 or, The Midahtpman’s Legacy. 116 The Hussar Captain ; or, The Hermit of Hell Gate. 197 Little Grits; or, Bessie, the Stock-Tender’s Daughter. 204 Gold Plume; or, Buifilo Bill, the Pony Express Rider. 216 Bison BILL, the Prince of the Reins; or, Buffalo Bill’s Pluck, 222 Grit, the Bravo Sport; or, The Woman Trailer. 229 Crimson Kate; or, The Cowboy's Triumph, REBT Lone Star, the Cowboy Captain, 245 Merle, the Middy ; or, The Freelance Heir, 250 The Midshipman Mutineer ; or, Brandt, the Buccaneer. 264 The Floating Feather; or, Merle Monte’s Troasure, 269 The Gold Ship; or, Merle, the Condemned, 276 Merle Monte’s Oruise; or, “ The Gold Ship Chase, 280 Merle Monte’s Fate ; or, Pearl, the Pirate's Bride, 284 The Sea Marauder; or, Merle Monte’s Pledge, RST Billy Blue-Eyes, the Boy Rover of the Rio Grande. 804 The Dead Shot Dandy ; or, Benito, the Boy Bugler. 808 Keno Kit; or, Dead Shot Dandy’s Double, 814 The Mysterious Marauder}; or, The Boy Bugler’s Trail. 877 Bonodel, the Buy Kover; or, The Flogless Schooner. 888 The Indian Pilot; or, The Search for Pirate Island, BST Warpath WII, the Boy Phantom, B98 Seawalf, the Boy Lieutenant. ‘402 Isodor, the Young Conspirator ; s-/] The Fatal League, 407 The Boy Insurgents or, The Cuban endotta. 412 The Wild Vachtamans or, The War-Cloua’s Cruise. 429 Duncan Dare, the Boy Refugee. 488 A Cabin Boy’s Luck; or, The Corsair. 487 The Sca Ralder. 441 The Ocean Firefly ¢ or, A Middy’s Vengeance, 446 Haphazard Harry ; or, Tne Scapegrace ofthe Sea, 450 Wizard Will: or, Tike Boy Ferret of New York. 454 Wizard Wills Street Scouts, 462 The Born Gulde; or, The Sailor Boy Wanderer. 465 Neptune Ned, the Boy Coaster. 474 Flora; or, Wizard Wilt’s Vagabond Pard. 488 Ferrets Afloat; or, Wizard Will's Last Case, 487 Nevada Nog, the Revolver Ranger. 495 Arizoua doe the Boy Pard of Texas Jack, 497 Buck Taylor, King ot the Cowboys. 508 The Reyal Middy ¢ or, The Shark and the Sea Cat. ; 507 The Hunted Midshipman, 5611 The Outlawed Middy. ’ 620 Buckskin Bill, the Comanche Shadow. : 525 Brothers in Buckskin. ; 5680 The Buckskin Bowers, ; . 585 The Buc skin Rovers. | 540 Captain Ku-Klux, the Marauder of the Rio, 545 Llenutenant 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 Camtlile, the Card Queen. 56 The Surgoon-Scout Detective. 5680 The Outcast Cadet; or, The False Detective. 586 The Buckskin Avenger. 591 Delmonte, the Young Sea- Rover. 59? The Young Texan Detective. 602 ‘The Vagabond ofthe Mines, 607 The Rover_Betective; or, Keno Kits Champions. 617 Ralph, the Dead-f hot Scout; or, The Rio Raiders. 644 The Hercules Highwayman, 650 Butterfly Billy, the Pony Kider Detective; or, Buffale Bill’s Bow Para. 656 Butterfly Bllly’s Man Hunt. 662 Buttertly Ellly’s Bonanza, 668 The Buceancer Midshipman. 674 The Wizard Sailor; or, Red Ralph, the Rover. 679 The Sea Shadower; or, The Freebooter’s Legacy. 686 Orlando, the Ocean Iree Flag; or, The Tarnished Name. 692 The Rival Sharps; or, Redfern, the Secret Service Scout. 697 The Scarlet Sombrero; or, The Sharp from Texas. FOR Blue Jacket BI); or, The Red Hat Rangers’ Red Hot Racket TO? The Red Sombrero Rangers; or, Redfern’s Last Trail. 718 Carl, the Mad Cowboy; or, The Lariat Queen, 719 Pawnee Bill's Pledge; or, The Cowboy Kidnapper. 25 Daring Dick, Pawnee Bill’s Pard; or, The Red Cavalry Raid. 781 Ruth Redmond, the Girl Shadower. %87 Buck Taylor, the Comanche’s Captive. > BY BUFFALO BILL (Hen. 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 Scout. 68 Rorder Robin Hood; or, The Prairie Rever. 168 Fancy Frank of Colorado; or, The Trapper’s Trust, LATEST AND NEW ISSUES. YAQ Billy Winks, the Bell Boy Detective; or, Breaking th ed of the Golden Coil, By T.C, Harbaugh. ing .the 48 Ruck Taylor’a Boys; or, The Red Riders of the Rio Grande, By Col. Prentias Ingraham. 744 Dick of the Docks, the Night-Watch; or, The Water Wail’s Dead Past, By Jo Pierce. & Kansas Jim, the Cross-Cut Detective; or, The Raid Ee ee iy Lict..A. Kalo, iets se ahaa 746 Quiet Jack, the Secret Service Spy; or, Too Much Soret By Dan Dunning, (of the Becrat Service foctene Spas oF AT Deadwood Dick, Jr.’«, Doublet Th \ ‘ of Teddy’s Tailings. By Edward L, Wheeltr, “Tate 748 Silverblade, the Friendly; or, The Bord "5 Bo Pel itch ete ee 749 Dashing Charlie, the Young Scalp-Taker; or, The Kentucky Tenderfoot’s First Trail. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 750 Violet Vane, the Vanquished; Th Struggle at Shanty City, SMEG Seen ee 751 Gold-Dust Dan, the Trail Patrol, By John W. Qabon. Ready December 15. %52 Deadwood Dick, Jr.'s, Deathblow; or, The Little Cirens at Last Chance. By Edward L. Wheeler. Ready December 29, seex' 5 A New Issue Every Tuesday. The Half- Dime Library 1s for sale by al! newsdealers, five cents per copy, or sent by mall on receipt of six cents each, BEADLE AND ADAMA, Publishers, ‘ 98 William Street, New York,
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Deadwood Dick Novels in Beadle’s Half-Dime Library. ay 1 Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road. 20 Deadwood Dick’s Defiance; or, The Double Daggers. 28 Deadwood Dick in Disguise; or, Buffalo Ben, the Prince of the Pistol. 35 Deadwoo! Dick in his Castle; or, Wild Ivan, the Boy Ciaude Duval), 42 Deadwood Dick’s Bonanza; or, The Phantom Miuer, 49 Deadwood Dick in Danger; or, Omaha Oll, the Masked Terror, 57 Deadwood Dick’s Eagles; or, The Pards of Flood Bar, %3 Deadwood Dick on Deck; or, Calamity Jane, the Heroine of Whoop-up. 77 Deadwood Dick’s Last Act; or, Corduroy Charlie, the Boy Rover. Deadwood Dick in Leadville; or, A Strange Stroke for Liberty. Deadwood Dick’s Device; or, The Sign of the Double Cross. Deadwood Dick as Detective, Deadwood Dick’s Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon’s Galcb. Deadwood Dick’s Home Base; or, Blonde Bill. Deadwood Dick’s Big Strike; or, A Game Dick of Deadwood; of Gold. or, The Picked Party. Deadwood Deadwood Dick’s Dream; or, The Rivals of the Road, Deadwood Dick’s Ward; or, The Black Hills Jezebel. Deadwood Dick’s Doom; or, Calamity Jane’s Last Adventure, Deadwood Dick’s Dead Deal; or, Captain Crack-Shot, the Girl Brigand. 221 Deadwood Dick’s Death Plant; or, Sugar- Coated Sam. 232 Gold-Dust Dick; or, The Three Wild Men of Eagle Bar. 263 Deadwood Dick’s Divide; or, The Spirit of Swamp Lake. 268 Deadwood Dick’s Death Trail: or, From Ocean to Ocean, 309 Deadwood Dick’s Big Deal: or, The Gold Brick of Gregon. 321 Deadwood Dick’s Dozen; or, The Fakir of Pnantom Flats. 347 Deadwood Dick’s Ducats; or, Rainy Days in the Diggings. 351 Deadwood Dick Sentenced; or, The Terrible Vendetta, 862 Deadwood Dick’s Claim; or, The Fairy Face of Faro Flats. 405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City, 410 Deadwood Dick’s Diamonds; or, The Mystery of Joan Porter, 421 Deadwood Dick in New York; or, A Cute Case 480 hi ol ee Dick’s Dust; or, The Chained and, 445 Deadwood Dick, Jr.; or, The Sign of the Crimson Crescent, 448 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Defiance; or, Nickle- Plate Ned. 453 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Full Hand; or, Sun- flower Sam of Shasta. 459 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Big Flush Fan, the Ferret. 465 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Racket at Claim 10; or; Philo Fly, of Phenix, 471 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Corral; or, Bozeman Bill of Big Brace. 476 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Dog Detective; or, Humboldt Harry, the Hurricane. 481 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in gPeadwood ; or, Moll Mystery. 491 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Compact; or, Prince Pistol, the King of the West, 496 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Inheritance; or, Monte Cristo, Jr. 500 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Diggings; or, Doctor Death Grip’s Swoop. 508 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Lound-up; or Deliverance; or, Fata] Footsteps, 515 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Protege; or, Baby Bess, the Girl Gold Miner. 522 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Three; or The ‘ Bel- lerin’ Bull” of Bismark, 529 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Danger Ducks; or, The Owls of Oregon, 5384 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Death Hunt; or, The Way of the Transgressor. 539 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Texas; or, The Ghouls of Galveston. 544 Deadwood Dick, Jr., the Wild West Vidocq; or, Leonora, the Locator, 549 Deadwood Dick, Jr., on His Mettle; or, Cap- tain Crimson-Cowl], the Road Raider. 554 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Gotham; or, Un- raveling a Twisted Skein, 561 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Boston; or, The Cool Case. 567 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Philadelphia; or, The Wild West Detective among the Crooks, 572 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Chicago; or, The Anarchist’s Daughter. 578 Deadwood Dick, Jr., Afloat; or, The Prisoner of the Weird Isles, 584 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Denver. or, Cool Kate, the Queen of Crooks, 590 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Decree; The Prince of Purgatory Pass, 595 Deadwood Dick, Jr,, in Beelzebub’s Basin; or, The Old Man of Mount Mab. 600 Deadwood Dick, Jr., at Coney Island; or, The ‘* Piping” of Polly Pilgrim. 606 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Leadville Lay; or, Bristol and Bucket’s Boom, 612 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Detroit; or, Turning the Tables on Satan. 618 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Cincinnati; or, The Clincher Campaigi. 624 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Nevada; or, The Preacher of Pokerville. or, 630 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in No Man’s Land; or, Golconda, the Gladiator. 636 Deadwood Dick, Jr., After the Queer; or, Sawdust Sam’s Last Green Game, 642 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Buffalo; or, 4-11-44. 648 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Chase across the Con- tinent; or, A Race for a Ruthless Rogue, Deadwood Dick, Jr., Among the Smugglers, or, Cleaning Out the Gulf Gang. Deadwood Dick, Jr,’s, Insurance Case; or, Corraling a Cunning Trio, 666 Deadwood Dick, Jr., Back in the Mines; or, The Mountain Amazon’s Double Game. 672 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Durango; or, ** Gathered In,” 678 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Discovery; or, Found a Fortune, 654 660 684 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Dazzle: or, The Nemesis of Nutmeg Bonanza. 690 Deadwood. Dick, Jr.’s, Dollars; or, The Hummingbird of Honeysuckle. 695 Deadwood Dick, Jr., at Danger Divide; or, Developing the Dead Secret. 700 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Drop; or, The So- journ at Satan’s Spring. 704 Deadwood Dick, Jr., at Jack-pot; or, Mak- ing Crooked Things Straight, %10 Deadwood Dick, Jr., i» San Francisco; or, Kodak Kate, the. Suap-Shot, 716 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Still Hunt; or, The Second Round in San Francisco, 722 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Dominoes; or, The Rival Camps of the Northern Border. 728 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Disguise; or, Ivan, the Man of fron. %34 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Double Deal; or, The All-Around Surprise, %40 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Deathwatch; or, The Moving Mystery at Mexican Mustang. 74% Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Doublet; or, The Tandem Team of Teddy’s Tailings, 752 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Deathblow; or, The Little Circus at Last Chance. , Issues to Follow: 758 Broadway Billy in Denver; or, The On-the- Catch Combination, By J.C, Cowdrick. 154 Billy Winks, the Boss Boy-Shadower. By T. C, Harbaugh. For sale by all newsdealers at five cents per copy, or sent by mail, post-paid, on receipt of six cents each, BEADLE AND ADAMS, Publishers, 98 William Street, New York.