Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 561) (1888 04 24)
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u =m Y SSEEE EEE LE ELE, WSS A) Vit Va | = , é pe NL IAG Ve, Ws ae TO a S\. WEAN ake, ~. Suan -% CY Mw pe =a ee TITTois rs ATTSTNNS _ Entered at the Post Office at New York, N. Y., at Second Class Mail Rates. Copyright, 1888 by BEADLE AND ADAMS, Y Zi $2.50 PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY BEADLE AND ADAMS, Price, Va XXIL a Year. No. 98 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. 5 Cents. No. 561. Uli] F ue Hil . ie ny Hi} = ‘iy i KG, nS: 2 WINIA|2 Saye ete Fe ‘ | \ Yi Wes OP if va a THE Cool (ASE. BY EDWARD L. WHEELER, AUTHOR OF THE ‘‘ DEADWOOD DICK” NOVELS, ““YREKA JIM,” ‘‘ DENVER DOLL,” ‘* SIERRA SAM,” ETC., ETC. 2a “Mj jfy i) ) z CHAPTER I. DETECTIVE AND LAWYER, A MAN stood in front of the Boston & Albany Depot, Boston, Mass., apparently in deep thought. =e ; = A train had just arrived from the West, and ——™” ae eee = evidently he had becn one of its passengers, for “ Hal HA!” HE SHRIEKED, SHAKING HIS CLENCHED FIST ON HIGH, “ SUCH IS THE he carried a small grip-seck. VENGEANCE OF CALVIN COOL!” Passengers were pouring from the depot, but
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b es and the stranger with the grip paid no attention to them. He was a fine-looking fellow, not far past four- and-twenty, round faced, particularly keen- eyed, and his hair and mustache were of dark- brown hue. He possessed a inost graceful physique, and was evidently a man of strength and agility. He was elegantly dressed, wore a_ sealskin coat, silk hat, and carried a massive gold-headed cane. Evidently he was a person who had ample means, if, indeed, he was not rich, Not until the majority of the passengers had left the vicinity did this gentleman move away. Hailing a cab, he entered it, and directed the driver to take him to No. — Beacon street, which was done. ' Paying his fare, the gentleman entered the narrow hallway of what was a tenement-house, and ascended to the fourth floor, where, after traversing several narrow, dimly-lighted hall- ways, be knocked at the door of a room, The invitation to ‘‘Come in,” was promptly ‘accepted, and the stranger found himself ina meagerly-furnished room, where an elderly gen- tleman of rather gruff aspect was seated at a writing-desk, engaged in smoking a grimy pipe. He was past fifty years of age, and not over orepossessing in appearance, a)though his high orehead denoted that he was a man of intellect, and bis sharp gray eyes bespoke subtle cunning wer of penetration. ‘“T have the honor of meeting Mr, William Donovan, I believe?” the stranger said, inviting himself to a seat, “ That’s my name, sir!” was the reply. ‘ And yours—” ‘Ts Richard Bristol. Iam a detective.” ** Ah!” and Mr, Donovan surveyed his visitor more sharply, “Not of the Boston squad, are you? ‘*Oh! no—of the United States. you are a lawyer, sir?” ‘* Exactly!” and the respondent brightened up, in evident anticipation of a fee. ‘‘ Is there anything I can do for you, sir?” ‘*T am of the opinion that there is. As I un- derstand it, you were, some six years ago, clerk I .believe in the city recorder’s office of this city.” “Exactly.” ** Did you have arything to do with the re- cording of ma 3 2” “Tdid, That was in my department.” $§ on Are you g at remembering names, Mr, Donovan—that is peculiar names? ‘“‘T have a remarkably retentive memory, I flatter myself.” “Do you remember of ever having heard of the name of Clarice Cool in connection with = a ay het acne during your term of clerk- ship D Mr. Donovan reflected a moment. “*T think I recall the name,” he replied. ‘I ean soon find out, if it is important you should know.” , “Tt is of the utmost importance!” Bristol de- clared, ‘‘ and I will pay you for any inforination you can furnish me! This seemed to be an all-important incentive to the lawyer, for he immediately reached for a large book, at the same time adding: ‘* During my clerkship I always made it a point to keep a private memorandum of all li- censes granted, as I proposed eventually to enter the legal profession, and this memorandum might be of great value to me, as a matter of reference, you see.” He then referred to the big alphabetized vol- ume. After some research, he said: “ Yes, here is the name of Clarice Cool. The license was granted on the tenth day of January just five years ago, I remember the circum- :stances perfectly well, now 1 come to think of it, uainted with the bride- as [ was intimately a ave since done business oom-applicant, and for him.” ‘* What was his name?” Donovan hesitated, and looked his dandifiel visitor over, from head to foot. **T do not know that I am inclined to answer “that question,” he replied, “ until I know your motive in asking. The family is a very aristo- «cratic one, and don’t naturally want detectives ‘nosing into their business,” “That matters not, There are many aristo- ‘cratic families’ secrets that should be nosed out. I should judge by your dress, and the condition ‘of your quarters e, that your professional receipts will not make you rich. If you see fit ‘to stand in with me in working up a very inter- (esting and complicated case, I will see that you ‘receive eno in a shert time to keep you errand in Deadwood Dick in Boston. comfortably for a year without raising your » Donovan's eyes glistened greedily, but he made no immediate reply. So Bristol, (tie far-famed Deadwood Dick, Junior) continued: ‘“*On tbe other hand, it will be very easy for me to consult the recorder’s archives, and find out that which I wish to know ” ‘* How did you find out that I was ever re- corder’s clerk?’ Donovan cautiously inquired. ‘*From a gentleman I met on the cars, en route from New York,” was the reply. ‘*From your remarks, I should infer that your arrival in Boston was quite recently?” ** Less than two hours ago.” ‘* And your business here is of considerable magnitude?” ‘* Well, yes, somewhat.” “Then, what will you giva me to fully enter into your service and plans, and assist you in every way in my power. I am, of course, better posted than you about town, and if I can make more money out of you than out of my business here, [am your man!” Deadwood Dick reflected. “Tl give you twenty-five dollars a week at first,” he said, finally, ‘‘and when we have won the case, one thousand—-half of my own profits!” ‘T's a bargain,” Donovan said, smiting the desk with his fist. ‘‘ Sail abead now, and tell me what you want to know and what racket you are up to.” “The first question is—who married Clarive Cool?” ‘*George Glenroy.” “Do you know any of the circumstances of their meeting and pereapens marriage?” ‘None to speak of. I believe their first meet- ing was at Martha’s Vineyard, where Glenroy was a. hotel clerk.” “Then how comes the title of Honorable, which he now affixes to his name?” “That was acquired since the marriage, through the prominent office he has held.” ‘* You said the family was aristocatic?” “Yes. They move amid the upper-tens of society.” . ‘** Glenroy is rich, I suppose?” ‘* Moderately so, [ understand.” ‘In what kind of business did he acquire his wealth?” * Well, his wi was informed, and he’s been a stock on the strength of this, That’s al about it.” ‘* Where do the Glenroys live?” ‘Number — Shawmut avenue,” ** Any children?” “Mrs. Glenroy, by a first marriage, has a daughter, now eighteen, Her name is Gertie, Mr. Glenroy, by his first marriage, has two sons, aged twenty, and twenty-three, Their names are Gil and Jake, Jake, the younger of the two, is an imbecile; but [’ll give you a tip that he’s smarter than they think he is. And now, sir, ve told you all I know, and would like to cael from you, Then, perhaps, Ican post you urther. fevbrought him a fortune, as I ulator I know CHAPTER II. THE COOL CASE. “WELL, Mr. Donovan,” Dick replied, ‘I am hardly prepared to state the real nature of m , until I am _ better 5 Suffice it to say, for the present, that it concerns a great robbery, and possibly the sacrifice of a buman life, As for the present, rest assured that I will give you all necessary information as soon as I am sure I’m on the right trail. Iam, as you know, yet unfamiliar with Boston, and must myself investigate before making any de- cided moves, In the mean time, keep to your- self what I have told you, for it will be to your advantage todo so, Here are ten dollars, and more will follow when I see you next. ‘* By the way, do you know of any party with whom Mr. Glenroy has extensive business trans- actions?” ‘** No, Ido not, I know but very little of his affairs, except as I have stated.” ‘Very well; I will see you to-morrow, very likely, so I will now bid you good-day,” The detective took his departure, and hailing a cab, was driven to the Revere House, where he registered, and then requested to be shown to Room 206, in which, he stated, he had a friend stopping. . Teaching this apartment, he d himself in the presence of a plainly, rather poorly dressed young lady, whose ty, however, both of face and figure, was beyond question. She had a fair, round face, blonde complex- ——————————— | ion and hazel eyes, combined with a figure of sylphb-like grace. She arose with a smile, and expectant ex- pression, when Deadwood Dick entered. ‘*Your face tells me you have some news, Mr. Bristol,” she said, ‘*I hope it is good news?” “Well, in fact, I have not had time to colleet much of any sort,” was the reply. ‘But I have established the fact that your mother is 1. married again, t» one George ear - Further than that I cannot positively say. ut, having struck the trail, do not fear but what I will pur- sue the matter to the end. You enlisted me, a _#s stranger, in your cause, and I am just the man to see that the wrong is righted, regardless of consequences to myself. Of covrse the way is dark, as yet, but, don’t let that discourage you. Light always follows darkness!” “Oh! [hopeso! To find ny dear old father, I would go to the furthest corner of the world, had I the means. But, as you know, I am poor, and, out of my very helplessness have accepted of your charitable kindness. I have grave fears, however, that ill bas befallen my poor father, \—# else he would have communicated with me long ago.” ‘Take hope, Miss Cool. We are yet young i on the war-path, in this particular instance, ie but, ere long, we will know more, perhaps of W an encouraging nature. I am so interested in V the case that I will prosecute the search vigor- ; + ously, until I get at the facts. Do you know how much money your father had with him when he left Leadville, en route for Boston?” 7 ‘**T think he must have had fully ten thousand dollars. He left me two bundred, to get along with until his return.” | “Yes, Now, let’s see. You say the amount total would amount to fully half a mi Deadwood Dick reflected. 5 </2e “Do you know of any persons in Boston, with whom your father wag acquainted, out- side of his wife?” a “Only one. His name » Moses Mumb, a Jew. He used to be a peddler in the West, but acquired considerable wealth, came East and started into brokerage business, I believe—that is as a pawnbroker. He wasa very nice gen- tleman, and often stopped with us, My father and he were great friends, and often spent pleasant hours together, Mr. Mumb was of the better class of Hebrews, well educated, and shrewd, When he left us, we felt we bad lost a friend, bec :use he was so lively and entertain- ing.” a I should like to meet this man,” Dick said. ‘‘ Do vou know his address?” “‘ Not his business address, but when he came East, he intended to put up at the Adams House, Perbaps you could find out there.” “Very likely; Boston is not as big as New York, and I got around there, pretty fairly. If. ou will kindly give me a letter of introduction | him, perhaps that will facilitate matters in our investigation—I hope so, at any rate.” * You shall have it, certainly,” Cora replied. ‘My name to a letter of introduction willin- _ sure youa hearty welcome, as Mr, Mumb seemed to like me very mucb.” She went to her traveling-trunk and took out a small writing-case, and within a few minutes Deadwood Dick was in possession of the follow- ing: ““M_. Moses Mums:— ‘* Dear Str:—This introduces to you Mr. Richard Bristol, in whom you can pace rfect confidence, and I hope yeu will give bim all information pos- sible e are in search of my father, who has very i mysteriously disappeared. j “Yours truly, \ “* Cora Coon, ; “Formerly of Leadville, Col.” “‘That’s O. K.!” Dick said, after reading the t note. “I will visit Mr. Mumb, immediately. After that, Mrs, Glenroy.” : ‘‘ Where does mamma live, Mr. Bristol? I ft would like to see her.” iH “Not for the world, Miss Cool. 1f you wish me to go on with this case, it must not be known that you are in Boston, otherwise, harm might come to you. I wish to have entire charge of the investigation.” “Very well. But cannot you arrange it that I can see my sister, Gertie? I would dearly like to see her. ‘That would be ruinous, at present. If she == was foolish enough to run away with her mother, ees \ she is not worthy of your ey affection. Ky nve ee ee 1, and I will fetch things around, s ss p-shape!” :
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ea ien, I will restrain my anxiety. But I hcin fact Lam sure, you will not delay the | sel. I care no more, particularly, for mother, br want to find my father.” * he is alive, you shall have him restored ta,” Dick replied. ; k’ where his remains are.” “hank you, sir. You have been very kind iM ¢e, and I am sincerely grateful. More than t 1 cannot well be, until you are more sub- stially rewarded,” * Ob! that’s all right!” Dick replied. ‘‘ For spresent I will defray what expenses we in- , but you can bet I will make your felonious sher pay me for my trouble! A friend of oppressed I always have been, and always ll be. Now, there are a few more circum- neces I desire to understand before I enter ly into the investigation. Your father has an absent from home exactly five weeks from 9 say?” ““"“*He started for Boston?” ac Yes. ” ‘¢ He arrived in Boston?’ ‘Yes, I received a telegram immediately zfter his arrival.” ‘*-You have heard sete 3 from him since?” ‘““No. I telegraphed to the chief of police, but nothing has been seen of such a person.” ‘“*- You have told me, that six years ago, when your mother fled, she took with her all her dia- monds, some of which were very valuable, one of them, in particular, being an exceedingly large stone imbedded in a ring of solid gold, in- side which ring were the initials, ‘C. C.’” te Yes,” 4 ‘The ring belonged to your father?” “Tt did. It was a present to him from a syn- i dicate of mining speculators, and must have cost one thousand dollars at least.” 4 Ai ge! po.‘ Very well. That is all, to-day, so I will go l ~” down tc the reading-room, read the papers, and — get what information I can about the Hub.” Dick descended to the reading room, and was soon engaged in perusing the evening papers. CHAPTER III. THE GLENROY SPLIT. For upward of two hours Dick perused the apers, and, singularly enough, came upon but two interesting advertisements. rst read: nothin The “WANTED. “A smart young man. experienced in the pawn- broker’s business. Apply to “* Moses M UMB, **—. Hanover street.” The other was: ** WANTED. “A young man as time-keeper. ‘“Gror@g Gienroy & Co.” These two advertisements so much interested | the detective that he at once made a memoran- ; dum of them in his note-book, and left the hotel. “Pl pay Mr. Mumb a visit,” he decided, “and after that tackle the Glenroys. If harm came to Calvin Cool, I mean to get at the bot- tom facts; and that harm did come to him, since | he did not communicate with his daughter, and since his errand to Boston was of such a peculiar character, I feel sure.” Dick found his way to Number — Hanover street, and also found that the establishment of Moses Mumb was in the second story of a brick building. Ringing the bell, which was a pre- liminary to admittance, the detective was ad- mitted by a sudden self-opening of the door. The usually varied appurtenances of a pawn- 3 broker’s office were the principal features of the a room, and the jolly, plethoric-looking man be- 5 he hind the counter was evidently the proprietor. His appearance did not betoken a Jew; in fact, he looked more like a full-fledged Amer- t ican, rot “ Are you Mr. Mumb?” Dick inquired, ap- f proaching the counter. ' “é ; am, ” was the reply. ‘* What can I do for ou “That depends!” Dick replied. ‘‘I believe you were formerly a resident of Leadville?” “Oh! yes.” ‘You knew one Calvin Cool, a mining-specu- lator?” ; “Very intimately. We were firm friends, and he was a gentleman, every inch of him.” Si “You knew his daughter, I suppose?” Hy ‘“‘Oh! certainly, I knew her well, and a most | charming Eg lady she was. Had I been of a marriageable inclination I tancy I should have proposed to her,” and here the man of avoirdu- 4 pois shook his sides with laughter. ‘¢ Well, I don’t know that I can blame you,” — 7 A. ; 4 ’ aft i a » thee > yp ot ae . ° Spot - ‘ = ‘Tf he is dead, you shall | Deadwood Dick in Boston, Dick replied; ‘* but I have a letter of introduc- tion for you, from Miss Cool,” and he presented the missive to the pawnbroker, who scrutinized it with interest. ‘** Indeed!” he exclaimed. ‘‘ Why is Miss Cool in search of her father?” ‘*He has now been five weeks from home, without being beard from since he reached Bos- ton, and knowing that he came upon an im- ortant mission, she is here in search of him. Vhen away from home he was particularly | prompt in communicating with his daughter, hence her alarm. He came East with a con- siderable sum of money.” * Ah!” and the pawnbroker knitted bis brows, ‘*Tf any harm has come to Mr. Cool I am surely very sorry. You are adetective?” “ce I am.” **Can you show any proof?” ‘“*T reckon this ought to be sufficient proof,” Dick said, exhibiting his badge. “Exactly. [am glad to have met you, Mr. Bristol, and for Miss Cool’s sake will tender you any assistance in my power. Calvin Cool did arrive in Boston, for, we being former friends he hunted me up, and we had a most pleasant chat together!” Here Mumb’s eyes twinkled strangely, it struck Dick. ‘The presumption that he had likely paid you a visit is what brought me here,” Dick ad- mitted. ‘‘ Did Mr. Cool make any reference to his business in Boston?” “No, be did not, He did, however, rermark that he was here on a rather strange errand, and, as he was doubtful about what the result would he, he left a sum of money in my care, to be surrendered to his daughter in case he did not turn up within thirty days. The time will be 4 to-morrow.” ** And you have not seen Cool since?” “Nota sign of him. It has been somewhat of a puzzle to me, you may rest assured, and an annoyance, for while I am a Hebrew, and a aod sar: I always conduct my dealings with onor and integrity, and no one in Boston can say that Moses Mumb is guilty of extortion, trickery or dishonesty. In my dealings, my motto is ‘ Live and let live.’ That’s what gain- ed me the respect of Calvin Cool!” “Good! I am satisfied you are a right- minded and honorable man, and I appreciate your confidence, sir,” Dick hegrtily declared. ‘Tf we had more of your sort, my yocation would be on the decline. Have you ever heard that Mr. Cool had some family trouble a few years ago?” **It was hinted to me by him, but I never poke my nose into other people’s business, and never will. I have got plenty to do to attend to my own, although, for Calvin Cool’s sake, I would do almost anything. I cannot adequate- ly express to you the affection I have for that ma D. “Let me tell you the story. One bitter win- ter night, dead-broke, and completely worn ont from tramping, I, as a peddler, without the — of a meal in sx, 4 pocket, hit the town of adville, Colorado. had met with tough luck for weeks, and went to Leadville with the hope and expectation of making my fortune, or at least money'enough to send some home to my children, Rachael and Levi. ‘“‘When I reached the town—they had no good accommodations then—I tried the dif- ferent shanty hotels for a night’s lodging, trust- ing on the result of to-morrow’s sales for the rest. But, Icouldn’t make it work. They re- fused me everywhere—one man even kicked me out into the street, and actually stole my stock- in-trade, At last, thoroughly disheartened, I went out, put my pistol to my forehead, and should have blown my brains out, bad not this man Cool come up at that moment, and pre- vented me from doing so. He took me to his home, fed me, and, later on, established me in business. ‘*T shall never forget bis kindness, and if by selling out my business here I could help him out of trouble, I would willingly do so.” “There will be no need of that,” Dick as- sured. ‘* If Mr. Cool is found, it will be cunning, not money, that will prove the chief factor in discovering bim. It appears quite evident to me that some trouble befallen the tle- man, or else he would have communicated with his daughter. Do you know a man by the name of George Glenroy?” **I do, indeed. He is an occasional customer of mine. % - customer of yours? In what way, may I as ‘** Business transactions are confidential, you know,” Moses replied, with a smile. 7 >. Gund Fee, “ Not necessarily so, to a detective,” Dick de- clared. ‘‘ 2. power can be made authority. and, as Mr, Glenroy is concerned in the case I have in hand, I wish an answer.” Mumb looked doubtful for a moment, then he brightened up and said: ‘** Well, if it concerns the case of my friend Cool, of course I cannot refuse you the informa- tion. Mr. Glenroy Is a speculator, and as often meets with reverses as he wins. He is an invet- erate gambler in stocks, and when_he loses he invariably puts up bis diamonds, He is a very high-toned man, but his wife is a spendthrift, in a fashionable sense, and makes Glenroy bustle to make ends meet.” “Why, I thought the Glenroys were rich.” ““Oh, they are reputed to be, but, it is us pewnbrokers who are able to judge about many people’s real financial condition. That Mrs. Glenroy bas money, I am sure, but mighty little of it he gets. He owns real estate, an interest in a steam-tug, and horses, but his innate mod- esty, keeping his private losses from the gossips, causes him to hesitate from negotiating a mort- gage. Hence, when he is short, he prefers to make a private deal with me.” “Did Mr. Glenroy ever deposit with you a solid gold diamond ring, inside of which circlet were the initials ‘ C. C. ?” The pawnbroker looked surprised, ‘““He did!” be responded, after a moment’s hesitation. ‘‘ He has done so frequently. I— By the way, that is his ring at the bell. I know it perfectly.” “Then secrete me, so that I can overhear what transpires!” Dick instantly suggested. Of the opinion that it would be advisable to do so, the pawnbroker conducted the detective be- hind a partition, where he could hear without being seen. The door automatically swung open and Glen- roy entered the store, and was greeted effu- sively by the pawnbroker. ‘“‘ My dear Mr. Glenroy,” he said, ‘‘I am ver glad to see you. How is your health, may ask?” ‘Better than my pocketbook,” was the re- sponse. ‘]’m short again, and must have some money. Here’s the ring. Give me the most on it youcan, I and the old lady have had a split, and all’s over between us.” } ‘“‘How much do you want on the diamond, Mr. Glenroy?” ’ ‘Five hundred dollars. If I fail to redeem it to-morrow, it is yours.” ; ‘“Very well, sir; I am always ready to ac- eommodate you! Give me the ring, and I will give you the money.” : The exchange was made, and then Moses said: “So you have really left your wife, do-I un- derstand?” ‘“ Yes—now, and for all time. We have not lived in harmony of late, and I saw fit to pull out. There’s little comfort in living with a wo- man who spends more than half a man can make’ and runs him in debt besides, when she has plenty of money of her own.” ‘No, I should say not. Mr. Glenroy, what has become of Calvin Cool?” ** Calvin Cool?” It was Deadwood Dick who, advancing from behind the partition, accosted Mr. Glenroy. ‘* Yes, Calvin Cool,” persisted Dick, surveying the speculator, sternly. “ Who is Calvin Coul, pray?’ was the query that followed. ‘*The busband of your present alleged wife, sir. Your wife as you su her to be, ran away from her husband in the Far West, taking with her one of her daughters, and all her bus- band’s money and diamonds, the latter_amount- ing to a very large sum. She came East, and eventually married you. After a time, her hus- band obtained traces of her whereabouts, and came here to Boston to effect a restitution of his vanished fortune. Since his arrival here, noth- ing has been seen or heard of him, and his pe aoe has come East in search of him, and em ng me to assist her.” : ‘* Well, sir, 1am sure that I know of no suc = et as you mention, nor of his whereabouts. hen I married my present wife, I understood that she was a widow. lf she deceived me, I am sure I am not to blame.” “Oh! of course not. But I didn’t know but you might know something of Mr. Cool’s where- abouts. Where do you live, Mr. Glenroy?” “ Well, to tell the truth, my wife and I have aga and our former residence is closed i wife and her daughter have gone to the Ades House, while myself and two sons are by: chink Mrs. Glenroy might know ‘ ‘ou 2. where Mr. Cool is?”
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“Possibly, though hardly probable. [f she had another husband living, and he came to Boston, she may have been so informed, yet kept the information from me asa matter of safot to herself.” sig Quite likely. Having committed bigamy in marrying you, she certainly would be anxious to conceal all knowledge of the fact from you, and it may therefore be that her influence caused Calvin Cool to be put out of the way.” ‘*She’s none too good for such an act. She is a woman of strong passions, and has more than once threatened my life. More than that I will not now say.” ‘Of whom did you receive the ring you just pawned—your wife, I suppose?” es.” “She has a large collection of jewels, I. be- lieve?” : ‘“Few women in Boston have more or better ones,” ay ‘“*She has money, too.” ‘¢ Yes—has a fortune in her own right.” “You say she is stopping at the Adams House?” %* Yes; present, ‘‘Have you any particular hotel where you ean be found, if wanted?” ‘*None as yet, although I shall most likely visit the Tremont, daily!” ‘* Your sons, Gilbert and Jacob, are with you?” ‘““Yes, But what of them? They know noth- ing of this Calvin Cool!” **Oh! presumably not. You understand that we detectives have a habit of asking questions, relevant and irrelevant?” ‘* Well, [do not care to answer any more,” and turning, Glenroy left tae room, and Dick soon did likewise. After his departure, honest Moses Mumb’s whole demeanor underwent a change. “‘There’s beea foul play done!” he mused, ‘“‘and Calvin Cool’s wife is at the bottom of it. She isa rich woman, and what I have learned to-day, ought to place her at my mercy. Times are not what they ought to be, and if I could make an honest thousand dollars out of her, why not? Chances are that my old friend Cool is dead, and, m7 getting his money away from his wife, I would be only doing a charitable act to Calvin’s memory. The matter is worth con- sideration!” there is where she is staying for the CHAPTER IV. THE PAWNBROKER AS A PLOTTER. From the ne Dick went back to the hotel where Miss Cool was stopping, and ac- quainted her with the particulars of what he had learned. In the mean time, Moses Mumb, the Jew, left his place of business in charge of his son and bastened to the Adams House. __, On reaching the hotel, the wily son of Israel consulted the register, and then sent up bis card, A few minutes later, he was seated in the parlor of an elegnt suit of rooms, in the presence of a tall, imposing-looking woman, whose cold, almost marble-like face, and sharp gray eyes betokened that she was a person of unusual strength of will. She was attired in a rich costume, and in her younger days had no doubt been a most hand- some person. ' Time had wrought changes, however, and even ree and powder could not dispel the wrinkles. ‘*T believe I have the honor of meeting Mrs, George Glenroy?” Moses said, with suave polite- ness, ‘*T am Mrs. Glenroy, yes,” was the cold seply. “Just so. You were formerly Mrs, Calvin Cool, from the West?” ‘*How do you know that?’ she demanded, quickly. . “Ob! I have heard that knowledge,” was the reply. ‘I believe you left your husband and absconded with his money and jewels!” Mrs. Glenroy instantly sprung to her feet, in- dignantly, ‘This is infamous,” she cried. ‘‘ How dare you come here and insult meso? I'll have you understand, sir, that | am a lady!” **So your surroundings would seem to indi- cate,” the pawnbroker blandly replied, ‘‘ but that does not alter the truth of my accusation in the least, 1 am pretty well acquainted with = true husband, from whom you have never n divorced, and also with pose later spouse, Mr, Glenroy. The fact you are both a bigamist and a toief stands without question. I have the proof. Understand, however, that I de not come to you as an enemy!” ES Ss sssessliesesns seuss enna 4 * Deadwood Dick in Boston. Mrs. Glenroy sunk upon a sofa, her face of ashen pallor, her eyes gleaming. ‘* What brings you here, then?” she demanded, gaspingly. ; ne a ‘*T come as a friend, he gy you are willing to pay me for my friencsbip. have informa- tion which causes me to know that you now are in positi ve danger.” “‘Danger? In what way, sir?” ‘‘ Well, promise to pay me, and I will not only inform you, but I will shield you from harm that will otherwise befall you!” Mrs. Glenroy looked at her visitor, contempt- uously. “Bah!” she said, ‘‘Do you think I am a fook to be blackmailed?” ‘There is no blackmail about it,” Mumb coolly replied. ‘‘The case is this: You are wanted on three charges—first, grand larceny, second, bigamy. and third, murder !” ‘*Murder! My God! what do you mean?” ‘“What I say! Detectives are even now migchies for y.ou in this city, and State’s Prison, 3 ind , net the gallows, stares you in the ‘ace! ‘* But how—what damnable plot is this against me? Explain yourself!” ** Do you wish to employ me?” ‘* Yes, yes! Goon!” ** Well, the matter is this: Calvin Cool, learn- ing your whereabouts, and bent on revenge, came East several weeks ago to have you ar- rested. He called upon me, but I did not see fit to give him any information, Mr. Glenroy being one of my customers in certain business matters, ‘It bas been proven, however, that Cool found you, and a stormy interview took place, since which he has not been heard from or seen, “Growing alarmed, his daughter came East and engaged detectives, who have so far pro- gressed in the matter that they are satisfied you are the direct cause of Cool’s disappearance, and you are suspected of having bad him put out of the way, you fearing his intended. ven- geance. Thus you see youarein a very dan- gerous position, for aow having, as I under- stand, left Mr. Glenroy, he will not shield you from these deteetive bloodhounds who are on our track, For a reasonable consideration, ing a poor man, J will !” * Who are-you?’ “Moses Marne!” ‘*] mean what is your business?” “IT am a pawnbroker. You perhaps have heard Mr, Glenroy mention me?” ‘*Not that I know of, sir. Glenroy never made me his confidante. You say my daughter is here in Boston?” “She is,” ‘* Where?” * That L cannot tell you, not knowing. The detective called upon me, and made inquiries as to your whereabouts, Knowing you had quit- ted your f r residence, I directed him there and came to inform you,” ‘* What is this detective’s name?” ** Richard Bristol. I should judge he is one of the sharpest and most. successful detectives of the West, Unless you choose to let me as- sist you, he will, without doubt, hunt you down, and then will follow arrest, disgrace, imprison- ment, and perhaps the gallows—for mind you, this Bristol is one who spares none!” ‘*How could you protect me, pray, in case I was disposed to accept of your protection?’ Mrs, Glenroy asked, eagerly, nervously. Moses smiled, knowingly. ‘*T can fix that all right,” he declared, “I bave only my son, daughter and myself, and over iny store isa suit of rooms,nicely furnished, where you could. hve comfortably and quietly, until this business has blown over, which won’t be long. No one would think of searching for you at Moses Mumb’s place of business, and failing to find you, the detectives would soon give up the case, in disgust!” ‘“* What eee would you expect for these ac- commodations?” ‘* Well, let me see. I have a mortgage on my place, which must be lifted. It is for one thou- sand dollars, That would be the sum I should redimieed? ‘The i repos u price is p terous. I can el leave town and establish myself elsewhere, very much cheaper!” ; ‘Ah! could you? Well, I to differ with —_ and the Jew’s eyes em a peculiar gleam. t ‘** How do you mean?” Mrs. Glenroy demand- ed, haughtily. ; ‘I mean,” Mumb answered, “that one of the detectives is stopping in this hotel, and were you to try to escape from here, except under my care, you. would be gobbled up, instantly, and hustled off to jai!. On the other band, how- ever, pay me five hundred, and I will steer the detective out of the way, assist you to escape from the hotel, and conduct you to my home, where you can have secure and comfortable uarters, until itis safe for you to be abroad. here will be room enough, so that you can keep house and have a servant girl, and live there in safety!” ‘* And so, if I were to refuse you would give me up to this officer?” ‘“*No! no! My dear lady, you misunderstand. Tam your friend, and would not bring you to harm. The detective is not living bere, but is hanging around, seeing what he can see or bear, and he is suspicious that you are here. There are several of these detectives, under command of this man Bristol, and I judge that they are distributed among the different hotels keeping a sharp lookout. Bristol has gone to your late resi- . { dence, and very likely some of your former\~++- neighbors may be able to tell him your present address!” Mrs, Glenroy turned pale. “You are right!” she said, ‘‘and there are plenty who would be glad to do so, if the thought it would get me intotrouble, Yes, ‘must leave this hotel at once, and I know of no better place for the present, than to accept your offer; so, send the detective away, and order a baggage wagon, and by the time you return, my daughter and myself will be ready to accom- pany you. I will then pay you your price.” ‘My dear madam, you are most sensible, and time will prove that I am a friend to you!” Mumb said, blandly. ‘‘I will basten at once to make arrangements for our departure.” He then bowed himself out of the room. ‘*f hate that man!” Mrs, Glenroy hissed, whem Mumb was gone. ‘He is a scheming but in- telligent rascal, and has played me for his yit- tim. But, if matters are as he represents, and I can but believe that they are, I see no present alternative but to accede to the man’s proposi- tion. But, I shall look sbarp that you play me no tricks, for further extortion, Mr. Moses Mumb!” She then called ber daughter, a tall, graceful brunette, of marked beauty, and briefly con- fided to her the situation aceite. The youug lady penta » take the hews very hilosophically, and she and her mother began ie Sang preparations for departure from the otel, When Mumb returned, balf an hour later, he found them all in readiness. ‘*Tt’s all right!” he said; ‘‘ I’ve sent the detec- tive on a wild goose chase, and a hack is wait- ing at the ladies’ door. A baggageman will call for your effects, and bring them, So come! let’s be off before the detective returns!” They left the hotel, entered a hack, and were driven rapidly away, Within half an hour’s time, Mrs. Glenroy and her daughter were the tenants of a cosey 36n e rooms, over the pawnshop of Moses um . CHAPTER V. . DEADWOOD DICK INTERVIEWS SILLY JAKE. Tre first thing Deadwood Dick did, after leaving his pretty client, Miss Cool, at the Revere House, was to find his way to the late residence of Mr, George Glenroy. Despite the fact that Glenroy had admitted a separation from his wife, Dick naturally expect- ed to find some one still in possession of the resi- dence; but, much to bis surprise, upon his ar- rival there, he found the mansion locked, the windows boarded up, and a sign of ‘‘ To Rent,” posted upon the front door. The only person visible about the premises, was a loutish-looking fellow, who was seated om the doorstep, engaged in whittling a stick. Although not bad-looking, and fairly dressed, there was a certain shiftlessness about him and a dull, vacant expression about his face, that would seem to indicate that he was not overly. bright. “Don’t no one live here!” he said, as Dick entered the little yard in front of the mansion, which was one of the handsomest structures in its vicinity. ‘Place closed bang up tight!” “Ts this not Mr. Glenrvy’s place?” Dick asked, surveving the house. ‘Yas, but the old man and the old woman had a split, and shut up shop.” ‘* Who are you?” “I'm Jake!” ‘“‘ Jake?—what, not Mr. Glenroy’s son?” “ Yas. ” “But, if the house is closed, what are you doing here?” Dick queried. ‘ — « J : ; ¥ | : rs | J — w~
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- the slums. I've seen ’em on “Oh! this bas allus been m comes over here, every day. If dad hadn’t gone an’ married that cat what is his wife, we’d have a happy home, yet.” : : ie eas you are right!” Dick said, taking a seat on the piazza. ‘From what I’ve heard said, Mrs, Glenroy has not got the mildest sort of a temper!” ’ “Temper!” ejaculated Jake, with a shrug of the shoulders. ‘t Why, she’s worse’n a wildcat! I'd sooner mate with a tigress, what you see in the circus, than to mate with her. tell you she made it hot for the old man, and he finally had to leave her,” : ‘*Do you know where she is living, now? I want to find her.” “Dolt Well, I reckon! Folks say 1’m an idiot, and don’t know potatoes from green apples, but you bet Jake Glenroy has got eyes and ears, and they've a knack of makin’ themselves useful, on certain occasions. No, sir, Jakie ain’t quite so much of a fool as folks take him for,” ‘‘But, where is Mrs. Glenroy’s present resi- dence?” Dick persisted. ‘At the Adams House. She and her stuck-up gal are two of a kind, ’cept Gertie is influ- enced,” Dick reflected a moment. “Do you remember, some four or five weeks ago, of a strange man calling here to see Mrs. Glenroy?’ be asked. Jake nodded. “Yas,” he replied. ‘‘ Odd-looking Josey, wasn’t he, with long hair and a goatee, and dressed rough? Wore a hat with asockin’ broad rim?” “ Yes, that is the very man!” Dick declared, excitedly. ‘Yes, Il remember him. He come here, and sed he wanted to see the missus. I was settin’ here where I am, now, an’ when he give a tip of a quarter, I showed him the way to the parlor, Purty soon I meard loud voices, but I was too lazy to go find out what the matter was.” * How long did the man remain here?” * Dunno. lounged on the veranda, here, til dark, but I didn’t see the bloke leave the house.” **How long did the loud voices continue, in the parlor?” ; bb Oh! ten or fifteen minutes!” ‘““What time in the day did the stranger arrive here?” } “ Purty soon after dinner.” ‘And you didn’t see him come cut of the house?” “ No’p!” : ‘* Maybe were asleep on the veranda, when he left?” ‘No, I wasn’t, ’causo 1 kept up a wonderin’ who the funny lookin’ bloke was that was visit- in’ dad’s wife, and I waited purpose to get an- other squint at him. *I'wan’t no use, tho’.” ‘“When you went into tue house at dark, didn’t you see or hear anytaing of him?” “ No’p.” ‘* Did you go into the parlor?” st Well, 1 guess not! Silly Jake never was allowed in there, cept when dad was around, *cause the Old Cat kept the door locked, Dad was out 0’ town, on this purtic’lar day, you see, and he never know’d bout the stranger bein’ here, d’ye see!” ** Why did you not inform him?” “Well, dur you see, I wanted to go to the theater, and her nibletts give me five dollars, and so | didn’t squeal on her!” “Did Mrs. Glenroy have many visitors?” **G.l-darned few! The neighbors ’round here didn’t like her, an’ they give her the cold sboul- der! About the only ones that come to see her, was Jack Brady, the 7th ward tough, and Igna- tius, or ‘ Italy,’ the Italian padrone—both on ’em ict ow I told dad about their comin’ here, a ew days before dad an’ his wife parted, and that’s what kicked up the big rumpus!” ‘ Ah!” thought Dick. ‘* Here may be the be- ginning of the trail.” Aloud he said: ‘““Were these men here to see Mrs, Glenroy, the day of the long-haired stranger’s visit?” ‘* No’p, but they were the next day.” ‘* Where do they most generally hang out?” ‘Gosh! a little of ’most everywhere, around eral street, and around the water front saloons, a good deal.” “Do you think you and I might be able to find them, to-morrow?” Jake's eyes opened wide. ‘*Me an’ you?” he ejaculated. “ Yes.” ““Gosh! you wouldn’t be seen on_the street with Foolish Jake, would yout hy, the blokes would all laugh at you! i Sipser.) i SOAR AT Nr ee Oss. home, an’ [ allus a = _ Boston. al gel Deadwood Dick in ‘Let them laugh. I don’t care if they laugh themselves to death. I don’t see anything fool- ish about you, young man, and if you want to be of assistance to me, J will put some money in your pocket!” Jake's eyes glistened. ‘* By gosh! I like you, Ido!” hesaid. “if I can do anything for you, I’lldo it. You’s the only one that ever speaked so kindly to me, *ceptin’ dad!” And, stalwart young man though he was, tears welled into the poor fellow’s eyes. ‘** All the rest of °em pokes fun at me!” he con- tinued, in a choked voice, ‘‘and say there goes Glenroy’s idiot, Foolish Jake!” ‘Well, that’s dirty mean!” Dick declared, candidly, ‘‘and I wouldn’t stand it if I were you. ou’re not foolish, I'll vouch, and they who utter these insults but show their low breed- ing. You're a big strapping fellow, and if I were you, I’d give the first person who insulted me a good licking, Pshaw! Jake, don’t let this scofling annoy you, but take your own part, and fight it out on that line, and. if Pm around Vl help you.” his was too much for Jake's sensitive nature and he burst into tears. “You are awful kind to me,” he sobbed, *‘ but if I was to fight with every one who says such things about me, and pokes fun at me, ’'d have to be fighting all the time.” Dick laughed. ** Well, cheer up!” he encouraged. ‘‘ You and I will be friends, anyhow. Now, listen, and I'll tell you something, providing you will keep a still tongue in your head!” “You bet!” Jake responded, emphatically. ‘* Nobody ever gets much out of me, if I ama fool!” “Very well. Iam a detective, and I think I can use you to good advantage. I have come here to Boston to find that strange man who visited your step-mother, and who mysteriously disa red, ‘* Now, to-morrow, about ten o’clock, I will meet you in front of the Revere House, and we will look up these two toughs, Brady and Igna- tius. Want to get a squint at them, as 1am not sure but what they may have had a band in the disappearance of the Westerner.” “All right, sir. I will be there.” id Niet well. By the way, before I go, you have a brother, haven’t you?’ **'Yes—Gil.” ** What sort of a fellow isphe?” ‘** He’s a cuss on wheels, aid the meanest man in Boston. Ye want to fight shy of him, for he ain’t no earthly good. Afthong he gambles an’ lushes, an’ sponges his livin’ out o’ dad, he stands in cahoots with the Old Cat. Ye see, he intends to marry her daughter one of these days.” ‘* Ah!” and Deadwood Dick whistled, softly. ‘Where would I be apt to find hum ?” “Dunno, He most generally hangs out along the business part of Tremont street. Any one could point him out to you, for nigh everybody knows him.” It was now getting along toward dusk, and s9, bidding his informant good-night, Dick set out for the heart of the Hub. ** Well, ’ve not made a bad beginning,” be said to himself, ‘‘ considering the few days I have been in Boston, In this Silly Jake, as they call him, I think I have made a valuable acquisition. He’s no more an idiot than Iam—not a bit! I'd match him against a good many ple I’ve met, for downright smartness Sela “camaiag: The only thing the matter with him is that he’s been teased so much, that be has lost all confi- dence in himself. But, bis assistance will not be all I shall need, I must send on for my boy partner.” And he did so, for the following message was dispatched: “You are wanted. Come to the Revere House, Boston, by the earliest train after receiving this. “Dick BrisTou.”” This message was addressed to: ‘*Rats, No. — Bleecker street, New York City.” “He ought to get that to-night!” Dick ob- served, “‘and if be is in his room early, he can jump the late train, and arrive here in the morn- ing, Fiaving sent the telegram, he sought the hotel, and spent a couple of hour's in conversation with his fair clientess, Miss Cool, after which he got his supper, and then scught bis room for the night. WT snort will be time enough to inter- view Mrs. Glenroy,” he mused, “and in the mean time, I want to kind of get m ideas, and, as far as possible, form a plan of action.” CHAPTER VI. JACK BRADY, THE TOUGH. WHEN Mrs. Glenroy and her daughter were comfortably settled in their new quarters, the former showed much more nervousness and anxiety than when in conversation with Moses Mumb. ‘*T fear we are going to bave trouble, Gertie,” she said, dubiously. ‘“ {f all be true which the pawnbroker told me, and 1 have but li that it is, we are in great danger!” ‘“*T have feared it all along,” plied, with a sad shake of the bea felt, from the day we left the Wes bution would sooner or later over mamma, why did you ever leav way you did?” “Shut up, you fool! Haven’t I told you never to utter anything like that again? I left bim because I hated him—because ke was a miser, and wouldn’t give me what money I wanted to extravagant.” “ Will you sbut up?” almost screamed Mrs, Glenroy. ‘It’snone of your business how much I spent. Ycu get your living, so keep your tongue still. Whatif I did spend money? He could afford it. One can’t be a lady, without plenty of money, and I was never cut out for anything else buta lady. Anyhow,I got the best of the old fool. Now, let me think!” She remained silent a moment, her brows knitted in a way that gave to her face a dis- agreeable expression—the look of a.desperate criminal at bay, as it were. ‘Something must be done to avert this dan- ger,” she muttered, directly, ‘‘and there’s no time to be lost, either. Gertrude, get me the pen, ink and paper out of my sachel.” " Gertie mechanically obeyed. Evidently experience bad taught her on which side her bread was buttered, Mrs. Glenroy then seated herself at a table, and indited a letter of considerable length, which she sealed in an envelope and direc Then, by pounding upon the floor, sbe brought Mosés Mumb in haste to answer her summons, ‘My dear lady, what is it Ican do for you?” the Jew asked, in a most patronizing way. ‘* Send for a district messenger for me.” ‘““A district messenger?’ and Moses elevated his eyebrows in astonishment. “Yes; that is what I said.” ‘* But, my dear lady, you do not consider the danger—” ‘Bah! I'll run the risk of all the danger, so send for the messenger, as bave directed. Another thing, if a man calls to see me—a rough-looking fellow, with a scar upon his cheek ane him up here. I have some business with im. “You are not going to leave here, m lady, after all the expense and trouble been to?” Moses exclaimed, imploringly. ‘* No, I’m not going to leave bere, at present!” was Mrs. Glenroy’s sharp retort. ‘‘But I am going to have that detective silenced—or all of them, for that matter. How many of them did you say there were?” ‘Really, I do not know!” Moses averred, with a sigh of relief. ‘‘My son, Levi, who is very shrewd, and who knows all tke circumstances, is sure there must be a dozen, Levi is a very smart young man, ‘* But there must be as many as half a dozen, or more, for they are scattered around very, very thick. And I have a suspicion that the local force are on the lookout, too; for my son, who went a little while ago to the Adams House, saw over a dozen local detectives there in consultation.” A look of terror entered Mrs. Glenroy’s eyes but immediately she set ber teeth together, an her face flushed with pent-up passion. “Let them come!” she hissed. ‘ I'll have them all silenced, or, if 1 fail, they will never take me alive—never |” ‘*Bravo!” Moses said, looking at her admir- ingly. ‘** You are a brave rem i ‘Never mind your compliments, sir—the are not wanted. Go order the messenger, as directed. I’ve paid you your price, and now I expect you to serve me!” Mrs. Glenroy said, imperiously. oses evidently did not quite relish this style of address, but, although he said nothing, and turned and left the room, there was a sinister glear= in his eyes, ‘‘So-ho! my fine lady,” he muttered. “You | still carry a high head, eh? Well, wait! I'll lower it ere long! 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/ Ry make it felt when the right time arrives. You have mong. ape you have diamonds. Those diamonds shall be mine, as sure as my name is Moses Mumb! andas much of the money as I can rip. I am not playing this game for noth- ing, and although Iam an honest man, I mean to win in this race.” Avarice seemed to have changed the char- acter of this man, completely, in a day. From the Moses Mumb who was friend and confidant of Calvin Cool, the fact that Cool was dead ap- parently rendered him oblivious of all bis obli- gations to Cool’s memory and to the daughter whose case Dick Bristol had so honorably es- poused. The greed for gain was now his guide and the step once taken we shail see him pursue the baser part to the end—of course greatly to Dick’s astonishment and anger. Within an hour Mrs. Glenroy and a rough- looking customer were seated fete-a-tete, in the former’s parlor. Gertrude bad been sent out on an errand, and the two were alone. The rough-looking customer was a man forty- five, powerful of frame, and evidently possessed of prodigious strength. fis face was a study. It was massive, coarse and brutal of aspect. He had evidentiy run against a shoulder-hitter at some previous period, for his nose had been broken. is eyes were small and glittering, and upon his left cheek was an oblong scar, upon which beard re- fused to grow. ‘* Well, Mag, what is it your wantin’, now?” he was saying, with singular familiarity. ‘* Pve got a job for you, Jack,” was the reply, “and there is money in it, if you do it up right.” ack shrugged his shoulders. ** Yes, that’s what you said once before, my queenly sister, but, after the job was done, it ‘was devilish little money I could squeeze out of ou!’ “* Didn’t I pay you what I promised?” ** Well, yes, but you see, | ought to have had more, considerin’ the job!” ““Oh, no! I meet my promises, and that’s all that can be expected of me. Where is the Italian?” ** Off on a drunk, I guess, I haven’t seen him since yesterday, when he pinched a man’s pocket to the tune of several thousand dollars. He divied up, and that’s the last Pve seen of him. “When he gets money he gets drunk.” “Jack!” and Mrs. Glenroy bent near her brother, “ have you been out there since that night ?” ** Well, not if I know myself!” was the an- swer. ‘I ain’t so fond of courtin’ stifis as all that comes to, you bet!” ““Then you really think he is dead?” ““Of course he is. If the blow over the head didn’t kill him, he’s starved to death ere this. No man could go nearly four weeks without food or water. Besides, the place is literally alive with rats, and they’re particularly fond of man-meat,” and the villain chuckled hideously, while Mrs. Glenroy shuddered, and grew a shade paler, “Well, what’s the job you wére speakin’ about?’ Jack Brady demanded. Mrs. Glenroy proceeded to enlighten him in regard to all that Moses Mumb had told her. rady heard her through, without interrup- tion, and then said: ‘“‘T don’t take much stock in this Jew! The whole race are a pack of cheats,” he declared. ‘Still, there must be some foundation to his story, for what would he have known about my past and present personal affairs?” ‘Well, I don’t say there ain’t anything in it; but you want to look out for the pawnbroker. He'll probably try to melt you for more money. Now, what is it you want done?” “First of all, I want you to find this man Bristol, and put him out of the way, at the same time ascertaining bow many confederates he has. Jt must be done!’ When you have fixed him, I will give your further orders!” “Oh, you will, eh? Better settle for this one first. How much do you expect it is going to cost you to have this job done?’ “ll give you two hundred dollars when you bring me proof that you have put this de- tective out. of the way,” was the business-like retort, “Not enough!” Brady replied, curtly. “ I can do better than that by ‘ bucking the _tiger,’. without staining my hands with blood. I’m tired of that!” “Very well. That’s my best figure. If it don’t. suit yous I'll hire ‘Italy.’ He'll do it for that. price. **Go ahead and hire him, if you like. If you do, it will cost you more than five iietedred Deadwood Dick in Boston. dollars, you can bet on that /” Brady declared, significantly. es Mag,” as he had called her, fairly glared at im. ‘* What do you mean?” she fiercely demanded. “Would you betray me?” ‘““With the greatest of pleasure, providing you hired the Italian!” was the reply. ‘‘ If there is any money to be made, I’m going to make it. No foreigners need apply. For five hundred dollars Ill put this Bristol where he’ll never trouble you nor any one else, You can guess where!” ** Jack, I did not think you’d be so extortion- ate with your only sister. You ought to be ashamed of yourself—indeed you had,” ‘*Nary shame!” was the retort. ‘‘Shame is an article that applies only to youn ple. I'm long past that age, Come! what do you say? I’ve no time to dilly dally.” (rs. Glenroy hesitated a moment, and then answered: “Well, Pil give you your price on two con- ditions!” ‘* Name them.” ‘The first is that you will put this man Bris- tol out of the way. The second is, that you will visit the hut, and ascertain the true state of affairs there, I must know, for 1 can’t rest easy until I know that all possible danger in that direction is over!” ‘“Why don’t you go yoursalf?’ Brady de- manded, with a lugubrious expression of his re- pulsive countenance!” “Ugh! I wouldn’t for the world!” Mrs, Glenroy declared, with a shudder. “I'd be afraid bis ghost would rise up, and smite me!” ‘*Bah!” and Jack laughed. ‘‘ You’r’ a fool, like all other women, Give me half the money in advance and I’m your man!” Mrs. Glenroy reluctantly complied with this demand, and the tough then took his departure. CHAPTER VII. DICK INTERCEPTS A LETTER. Drapwoop Dick put in a good night's rest at the hotel, and it was quite late when he went down-stairs to the office, where he glanced over the register to learn the names of the recent ar- rivals. He was soon greeted by a hearty slap on the shoulder and the qilutation of: ‘‘ Ah, there, boss!” and the youtag New York apprentice, **Rats”—not Rats, fhe ragged newsboy, but Rats, the juvenile ferret, well-dressed, and look- ing as bright as you can imagine stood before him. ‘* Ah! it?s you, Rats, is it?’ Dick cried, grasp- ing him by the hand, ‘‘Got my telegram, dic ou? - me Yes. Had just retired to my boudoir for the night, when a messenger fetched it. The way Ldid make for the Grand Central Depot was a caution, an’ I got there just in the nick of time, too.” ** Well, [am glad you came, and glad to see you looking so well. Come, we will go into breakfast.” They entered the elegant dining-room, and while they ate, Dick gave his young assistant an insight into the case he was working on. “Your ‘lay’ in the matter will be to shadow a certain party whom you will be shown to- day,” the detective announced. ‘ Boston is a pretty crooked place to get around in, but I guess you will be equal to the emergency.” ‘‘T reckon. I kin ginerally find my way bout a pint, without askin’ every policeman that I meet. Bet a marble ’g’in a muleI kin make my way around New York blindfolded.” ‘“T am not prepared to doubt that. But New York and Boston are two entirely different places you must know.” ‘“*Huh! Beautown may be good enuff, but she can’t bold a candle along New York. Where’s her Statter of Luberty, an’ where’s her elewated roads, an’ where’s her boodle aldermen? I tell ye i) Yorrick beats the world for commodities, ‘“* Well, I guess you are not far from right, but the Hub can discount New York on pretty girls. ‘Thus chatting, they finished their breakfast, — then took a short walk about the neighbor- hood, On their return, Dick found Silly Jake outside the hotel in waiting. “Ab! you’re punctual,” was Dick’s greeting, glancing at his watch. ‘‘ Are you ready to help me hunt up Jack Brady and the Italian?” ** Yes, sir, ‘“Very well. Then lead ahead, and we will follow. If you see either of them, don’t do any- thing to attract their attention, or let them know that we are looking for them.” “ Allright. I know enough for that, if I am a fool;” was the sharp reply and Silly Jake start- ed off at a gait that forced his followers to ex- ert themselves to keep up with him: Down Tremont street they went, and in a sbort time turned into Federal street, and made their way along the water front. Here Jake slackened his gait somewhat, and allowed Dick and Rats to come up to him. ‘Tf they’re down around here, we’re liable to runag’in’ ‘em ’most any minute!” he announced, “You don’t pay any attention to me, and I won’t notice you.” ‘* Very good. Go ahead!” Dick ordered. Through the busy thoroughfare they strolled, leisurely, but Jake gave no intimation that he had seen anything of the men tbey were in quest of, They were destined not to go far, however, without runving foul of an adventure, At a corner of the street wasa lager beer saloon, and lounging about in frout of it, was a group of young men, four in number, all of whom were flashily dressed, as most of the bet- ter class of corner loafers usually are. Just as the trio were passing the corner, one of the loafers cried out: ‘Hello! boys, there goes Glenrvy’s fool!” At which the others roared with laughter. The remark fired Deadwood Dick with indig- nation, in an instant, and stepping forward he confronted the speaker, with blazing eyes. ‘*What do you mean by grossly insulting that young man? Have you no sense of honor or shame in you?” ‘*What the deuce is the matter of you ?” the other cried, bristling up, belligerently. ‘“* You’d better mind your own business, or you'll get your head punched. That fellow is my brother!” ‘‘So much more the reason why you should be ashamed for insulting him!” ~ ‘“*Go to thunder! What’s it your business? He’s an idiot, an’ you can’t insult an idiot. If you take his part you’re an idiot, too. So you’d better take a quiet sneak if you don’t wan’t a good licking!” ‘*Pm not one of the sneaking sort, and if you don’t retract your insulting words, Vil teach ou a lesson you won’t soon forget!” “Tl retract nothing!” was the retort. “If I can’t do ye alone, my chum will help me, an¢ don’t you forget it!” Dick did not doubt this, and he knew that if he attacked young Glenroy, there would bea general row, which would be undesirable, inas- much as there were a couple of stalwart police- men standing on the neighboring corner; so he was forced to curb his anger, for the time be- ing! ® Never mind; ’'m not afraid of the four of you so far as that is concerned. But as I don’t care to engage in a street brawl, with two licemen in sight, Tl let you off this time, But, remember; I’ll meet you, yet, where there will be no danger of interference, and then, if you don’t apologize to me and your brother Yl break your head for you!” And Dick strode away. **Coward! coward!” cried the gang on the corner. But though he gritted his teeth with rage, he strode on, without looking around. “Tf I get a chance, when the policemen are not about, I'll give him the worst thrashing he ever had in his life!” he muttered, ‘““What do you think of my brother?” Jake grinned, wnen Dick caught up to him and ‘* He’s a loafer!” Dick replied, “‘ and if I geta chance, when the cops ain’t around, I'll fix him. I only wish I had him out West for about five minutes—that’s what would amuse me,” ‘Better let Gil alone,” Jake warned, advis- ingly. ‘'He’s a slugger, an’ so’s all them gillies that travels with him. More’n that, Gil carries |” ‘‘Humph! I wouldn’t be afraid of a dozen like him,” was Dick’s contemptuous retort. They continued a couple of blocks; then Jake motioned his companions to halt, which they did, while he went on a little further, and en- tered a beer saloon. He was gone five minutes, when he came out again, motioned Dick and Rats to follow, and led them around the corner. ‘‘He’s in the saloon,” Jake said. ‘* Youcan in and buy a glass of beer, and you will sce im, You'll know him by the scar on his cheek. Ignatius is there, talking with him. I must ‘leave yer, now, for I have a note to deliver.” “ A note to deliver? Who gave it to you?” . Nat
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—— mane Deadwood Dick in Boston. ee Silly Jake scrutinized the directions on the en- velope, before answering. “Jack Brady give it to me,” he said, ‘‘ an’ a dollar to deliver it!” “Ha!” withastart, ‘‘ Let me see it!” and Dick snatched it from Jake’s hands. “Oh! give it back! give it back!” Jake cried, in alarm, ‘“ Jack ine would kill meif he knew that got out o’ my hands!” ‘‘Don’t fret. You shall have it back, after I find out what it contains!” Dick coolly replied. “T think I’ve struck a lead.” The envelope was addressed thus: **To Moses Mums, Pawnbroker, No — Hanover street, Please give this to your tenant, Mrs, G.” Deadwood Dick gave a low whistle of aston- ishment, ‘Ho! ho! I am pretty sure this is of interest to me!” he soliloquized, and deliberately tearing open the envelope, he extractéd the note it con- tained, while poor Jake stood speechless with terror. The letter ran in substance as follows: ‘‘Maa:—I visited the horse, but it isn’t dead, yet. IT reckon itis about on its last legs, however, ill visit it again, to-night. Haven’t found the other one yet. Yours, ** Jack!” Dick slowly folded the letter, a peculiar ex- pression upon his handsome face. He did not speak his thoughts, however, but turned to Jake, and said: ‘*Come, I will inclose this in another envelope, direct it, and you can take it to its destination. No one will be the wiser that I opened it.” Jake looked greatly relieved. They entered a neighboring stationery store, where Dick procured an envelope, and inclosed the letter in it. The directions were then add- ed, in nearly the same handwriting as on the original envelope, which he had put in his pocket. He then gave the letter to Silly Jake, ‘*There, You can go now,” he said, ‘‘ and when you have done your errand, come back to the vicinity of the Revere.” The young man eagerly seized the letter, and hurried away, while Dick and Rats made their way back toward the saloon, where Jake had seen Jack Brady. ‘‘ Well, what’s the racket, boss?” Rats asked, .as they saunteredialong. ‘‘ Any news?” ’ ‘‘T’m not sure, but I’ve an idea I have struck a lead that will pam out well,” Dick replied. ‘TI can tell better, when I’ve given the matter fur- ther investigation. As for you I’ve got your work mapped out. This man Brady, whom we will fiud in the saloon, is a hard character, and must be shadowed, and you're the very lad that can do it, to the Queen’s own taste.” ‘Don’t be too sure about that, boss. Ye know I ain’t in N. Y.!” . “That makes no difference. Once you get vour peeperson your man, you don’t want to Jose track of his movements, He’s going some- ‘where to-night, to see a sick horse, and if we can find out where he goes, interesting develop- ments are likely to follow!” ‘* Goin’ to see a sick horse?” echoed Rats. ‘What the blazes has sick horses got ter do wi’ your case?” ““A good deal, perhaps. The sick horse re- ferred to in his letter, may mean a sick man— may mean Calvin Cool!” “Dick, you're a daisy at surmisin’ things!” Rats exclaimed admiringly. ‘‘ I’ll bet my shirt agin’ a plate o’ Boston beans you're right. Any- how, if there are any sick horses to be inter- viewed, I shall be on Se about the same time Brady is.” ; They reached the saloon, by this time, and entering, approached the bar, and Dick ordered a beer for himself and a soda for Rats. q The saloon was a third-rate groggery, with a low ceiling, and was not remarkable, either for cleanliness or for its fragrant smell. ; Behind the bar was a burly, red-headed Irish- man. Seated at a table were a couple of roughly- dressed, Villainous-looking men, one a swarthy Italian, and the other evidently an Irish- American. A glance at them convinced_Dick that they were Jack Brady and his pal, Ignatius, for the Italian’s companion had a livid, oblong scar up- on the cheek. “They’re my men!” was Dick’s decision. “‘Tough-looking customers, too, They’d make their mark out West, as Al ruffians.” Aloud, however, he said: “Take agg 4 ntlemen?” The two men at the table looked somewhat surprised at this invitation, coming from a total stranger. Both arose, however, and advanced to the bar, “Tl take rum and molasses!” was Brady’s choice. “T take gin!” the Italian added. The drinks were quickly forthcoming, and all drank. ‘“*T dunno as I know who [I have to be obliged to for the h’ist, stranger, but I’m obliged, all the same!” Brady said. “Oh! that’s all right, I guess, most likely, you’ve beard of me, tho’ ’m never heard of doin’ much good. I’m Sharkey Collins!” Deadwood Dick, during his New York experi- ence, had incidentally learned that ‘Sharkey’ Collins was a noted crook, and expert cracks- man, Jack Brady stared when he heard the name. “You don’t say so?’ he ejaculated. ‘*‘ Why, I’ve heard of you, lots of times, and am glad to meet you, for I used to know your brother Jim, before he got drowned, Shake, old boy!” The detective and the crook clas hands, and then Dick was introduced to Signor Ignatius Frizello. ‘¢ And so you’re Sharkey Collins, eh? No one would take you for a crook. Ever been jugged?” Oy ‘¢Then, you’re luckier than most of the boys. What are you doing here, in Boston?” “Oh! scouting around, seeing how the land lays.” ‘* Better be careful. The detectives and cops are getting mighty fly, of late!” “Pooh! they’re not fly enough for me, Well, I must be going. Hang around here much?” “Yes, considerable. Jf you get hold of any snaps and need any help, let me know.” “All right; I will, and you do the same.” “T will.” Dick and Rats then left the saloon. ‘“‘That’s your man, my boy, and don’t you lose track of him till you tind out where he goes, to-night!” **T’'ll try not to, sir.” ‘Have you money enozgh for present needs?” ‘** Plenty.” ‘Well, then, good-by, and success te you. When you have any news of importance, come to the Revere,” and sbaking hands with his pard, the Wild West detective hurried away. CHAPTERRTTI. THE DECOY LETTER—THE BREWING OF A STORM. LEAVING Rats to watch the movements of Jack Brady, Dick hurried back-up toward the business center of the city. ‘*T may be mistaken,” he muttered, as he strode along, *‘ but it strvek me, in an instant, that the letter Brady addressed to Moses Mumbs’ tenant, Mrs, G., was for none other than Mrs. George Glenroy, and that the horse re- ferred to was Calvin Cool, who was somewhere imprisoned. If the letter was for Mrs. Glenroy, she must be sojourning under the roof of Moses Mumb. ‘In that event, what would it signify? Has the Jew proved a traitor and scoundrel, and taken advantage of the information he got from me to work a scheme of his own? Blamed if it don’t look so. Ill mighty soon find out if Mag and Mrs, G. are my game.” He made his way direct to the Adams House, and entered the office, which, at the time, chanced to be pretty well deserted of the usual loungers, so that he had vo difficulty in getting a word with the clerk. : ‘Ts there a lady stopping here by the name of Mrs. Glenroy?” Dick asked. ** No, sir. e was stopping here, but left esterday.” “Indeed? Do you know where she went?” *“T do not, sir.’ ‘Think she left the city?” “T haven’t the slightest idea, sir.” ‘* How did she leave here?” “A man called for her, and she and her daughter went away with him, That's all I know about it, sir!” ‘“ What kind of a looking man was he?” per- sisted Dick, who wanted to tease the clerk. ‘‘T don’t know anything about it,” was the sharp retort, and Mr, Clerk turned haughtily away. ors But, hold on a minute!” cried Dick, reach- ing into his pocket and drawing out a half-dol- lar; “take this!” The clerk stared. : “* What do you mean?” he ¢ i “Why, take it. It’s a tip! You want some- thing to volunteer such elaborate information to an ordinary human being.” 7 S ee te The Adonis of the hotel office glared at Dick, for a moment, through his gold-rimmed g and then, with a muttered imprecation, turn to answer a bell-call, while Dick, with a tanta- lizing laugh, left the room. Leisurely he made his way toward the Revere House, his mind busied in thought and surmise, ‘* That settles that much!” he mused, ‘* Mrs. Glenroy has taken refuge under Moses Mumb’s roof, and I can assign but one cause for it. She has heard of the arrival of Cora and myself, and, stricken with terror, has sought to hide herself from us, over the Jew’s pawnbroker shop, thinking that would be about the last place she would be looked for. ‘“‘Of course she must have received her in- formation from Mumb—who else could have warned her? And, that signifies that the Jew is working with her. ‘* Now, the question is, had I better go to the awnbroker’s, and make an open demand to see er, or accomplish my object, by strategy? In the first case it is probable I would be met with a blank refusal, and at the same time increase her desperation to escape from me!” “No, that won’t do. I must figure out some other way of getting an interview.” When he arrived at his hotel he found Silly Jake waiting close in the vicinity. ** Weil, did you deliver your message?’ Dick asked. “Yes,” “Who did you give it to?” “The bloke what keeps the pawnshop.” ‘* What did he say?” “He looked at the envelope, an’ said, ‘ All right,’ and then giving the letter toa young eet him to take it up-stairs. I come away en. . ‘“ Well, all right. Come around here after dinner, and I shall likely have something else for you to do,” Dick said, and entered the hotel. He did not call upon Cora, as he had nothing of particular importance to tell her, but took a seat in the reading-room to deliberate over his next plan of action. “T hardly know just where to begin,” he mused. ‘I'd like to get Rats’s report before I take any decisive steps. At the same time it is important that I should have an interview with Mrs. Glenroy as soon as possible. I might scare her into at least returning the jewels and what money she has left. Now, let me see.” He reflected a while longer, aud then bis face brightened. “T have it!” he ejaculated, mentally, ‘“T'Il write her a letter, and appoint an interview.” To think, with Deadwood Dick, was to act. Procuring ap - materials, he seated him- self at the center-table with which the reading- room was provided, but, before beginning the letter, he carefully studied the chirography on the torn envelope. ‘‘T reckon I can imitate that well enough to bear inspection,” he mused, ‘“‘ although I don’t allow I was ever cut out for a forger. He set to work accordingly, and in due time bad a letter indited that Jack Brady would have decided was his own handwriting. Ween finished the missive read as follows: “December —, 18—, ‘*Mac:—Must see you on a matter of importance, Can’t come near pawnshop. The detectives are watching me. Have been shadowed all day. but I don’t know who by. Meet me on the Common to- night, at west end of lake. Night will be cold, so there’ll be no one around there at ten o'clock. Will wear heavy false beard, big overcoat, plug hat. Don’t fail. Look out for spies; the woods are full of *’em. JACK.”’ “There, I reckon that ought to do!” Dick mused, regarding his work approvingly. ‘I don’t think ‘ Mag’ will recognize that that is not Jack Brady’s handwriting.” He inclosed the letter in an envelope, and di- rected it in precisely the same way that Brady’s letter had been. He then had to wait for the arrival of Jake, as he desired him to take the missive as he had the first one. Shortly after dinner the young man put in an appearance, and Dick dispatched him with the letter and necessary instructions to the pawn- broker’s. : In due time Jake came back, and announced that the message had been delivered. Dick then gave him money, and bade him linger around the vicinity of Mumb’s place to see and hear what he could. While, as for himself, the detective went up- stairs and had a chat with Miss Cora, giving such reassurance of probable success as he thought judicious. The slightest news was welcome news to the
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Deadwood Dick in Boston. miner’s daughter, and the hope of seeing her father again, alive, brigbtened her up tly. After a balf-hour’s chat, Deadwood Dick once more sought the street. He had nothing in par- ticular to occupy his attention until night, but his ever restless spirit would not admit of his sitting still in the hotel, doing nothing, day wasclear, but cold and c: isp. During his wanderings he siruck into the | @ommon, and mechanically his footsteps took | him to the spot where he was to meet Mrs, Glen- roy. ik was a good place for a private interview, | for, although there was a graveled walk in the vicinity, it was one of the least used on the Common; and as late as ten o’clock at night | there was little likelihood of any one passing | ‘along it. As Dick stood thoughtfully viewing the situa- tion, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps, and turning, saw half a dozen well-dressed, tough- looking young men advancing toward him, They were headed by Gil Glenroy, and were the same gang who had that forenoon occupied the corner on Federal street. There was a vengeful grin upon the face of young Glenroy thas meant mischief, * Ahal we’ve got you now!” he cried, “and” | you’ve got to prove whether you’re any good or | We boys of Boston don’t alio’y a foreigner | to come here, flaunting his colors around, uniess | You alluwed to-day you’d lay me | not, be can fight. out, if the police weren’t around. Now’s your chanee. Every policeman of the Common is off to his dinner.” '*‘T suppose you expect me to fight you all, eh?” **You bet! you, the police won’t know whether you’re hu- man or a lump of sausage-meat some oue’s lest!” “Very well; so yousay. But you'll discover your mistake, right in with your white wings, and when the storm is over they will be kalsomined anarchy red!” As he spoke, the detective’s hands flew quickly | to his tips, and the next instant a pair of self- | cocking revolvers covered the gang of Boston toughs. The gang stepped back in alarm. “ Say, that ain’t fair!” young Glonroy cried. “We are men who ain’t afraid to defend our- selves with our dukes, without resorting to fire- arms!” ‘*Tt is perfectly fair!” Dick cried grimly. ‘* Six to one against me is not fair, but, these two brothers of mine, who never flinch in an | hour of trouble, have come to my rescue, And now, gents, if you want to try a bout with the three of us, why, come right along. The doors | are open, and the tickets of admission are free.” The gang stared and exchanged glances. What did this all mean? Who was this cool, handsome, self-possessed individual who had suddenly burst in upon their vision, who seemed utterly fearless, and who dared defy the Puritanical laws of straight-laced Massachusetts by carrying concealed deadly weapons? Gil Glenroy uttered an oath, ‘* Bah! fo dassn’t ficht!”’ he cried sneeringly. “Mr. Glenroy, thére isno such word as dassn’t in the dictionary, but there is such a word as | dare, and that is a favorite wordof mine, Now, since you are spoiling for a little amusement, Pl tell you what Vil do: If your friends will agree to retire to the other side of the track, and swear not to interfere in any way in the set-to—for if they did I’d shoot them as [ would a crow—I will meet you, right here, with bare fists, either | for fun, love or money. Iam not a professional fighter; I have no science, never having taken a lesson in my life in the art of self-defense, while, on the other hand, you have. { understand you are scienced in the business, and I presume you can knock me out, Still, to settle our little differences, we might as well have it out this way as any other.” ‘One word. How came you to know my name?” ‘* Your brother told me. But, I should_have known you sooner or later, anyhow. Every chump is bound to gain a notoriety that is far more potent and effectual than a casual intro- duction!” Glenroy grew ge sig with rage. “Do you mean insinuate that I am a chump?” he cried furiously, ‘* Exactly!” Dick assured coolly. ‘‘ You area post-graduate from the chump school!” A number of Glenroy’s companions snickered at tiis, which but further served to increase Gil's rage, ; “Tl be hanged if I'd stand that, Gilly!” de- The | And when we get through with ! If vowre looking for fight, sail | You’ve allus been spoutin’ about what you could do, and who you could do, and now’s your chance. Sail in an’ show us what you can do. Ain’t that the thing, boys?” ‘Yes! yes!” was the general response. Glenroy saw that be had got himself into what | might prove a bad fix, but, that he had grit was patent, when he turned to his pals: ‘Very well. Get to the other side of the promenade, and under no circumstances mix up Hitber l'il do up the puppy or he’ll do 1ne,” CHAPTER IX. “DEADER THAN A DOOR NAIL!” Witu these words, young Glenroy turned flercely upon Deadwood Dick. ‘* Now, you cur, square yourself!” he cried, “and prepare to take the worst drubbing you ever got in your life, clared one of the party. ‘It’s a dead insult. nied by a brisk wind, and the falling flakes ing light, a modified blizzard reigned su- preme. “This is as it should be,” Dick mused, as he stood looking out of the reading-room window. ‘There will be few people on the Common to- night, so the danger of interruption will be | lessened. But, will Mrs, sega” f come out in | eager to learn what news in the battle, no matter who gets the worst of it. | such a storm?! Of course she will. Standing in mortal fear of what may happen, she will be rady has for her.” The storm had not abated in the least, when a trifle after nine o’clock Dick left the hotel, well bundled up, and made bis way toward the Com- mon, The wind was now blowing a gale, and swept the snow through the streets in blinding gusts, ' and few pedestrians were abroad. V’ll learn you what it | costs to insult a gentleman by calling him a | chump.” ‘Tf yowre a gentleman, I hope I may be | | buried ere my name-is associated with thatclass | ** Are you ready?” | of live stock!” Dick replied. ** Yes, 'm ready.” ‘Then let her go, Gallagher!” Dick cried. Glenroy did not hesitate, but with arms in pugilisti: pose he advanced. Jeadweod Dick met him half way, and then, earnest. The place was pretty well locked in by shrub- bery, and there was little danger that they would be seen from other parts of the Common, unless the fight was protracted. After sparring for points for-a full minute, Gleproy got in the first blow on Dick’s cheek, | whereat his companions applauded vigorously. Their applause was cut short a moment later, however, when the iron fist of the young wes- terner dea.t the young blood a terrific blow be- | tween the eyes that sent him reeling backward to the ground. Glenroy had evidently been there before, how- ever, for no sooner did he touch “ grass” than he was upon his feet again. He now took the aggressive, and began to force the fighting with a fury born of a desper- | ate determination to bave revenge, and Dick | found it about al), hp could do to ward off the ' shower of blows ly 1 at him. It was only at intervals that he could get in a | stroke, | “IL opine I’ve caught.a Tartar!” be mused, and it truly looked as if he uttered the truth, for young Glenroy certainly bandled himself with skill. On waged the battle. Dick fought with a waripess not excelled by his opponent, for he ) had made a discovery that was not very pleas- ant. ‘ | Step by step he had heen forced back to the | very edge of the lake, and it was plainly young | Glenroy’s object to force him into the icy water. ! But Dick bad no idea of taking an open air | bath on that freezing day. And Glenroy evidently began to realize this fact, when a rfect. tattoo of sledge-hammer | blows poured in upon his neck and face, and the | blood from a dozen cuts and bruises began to show only too plainly. Dick, as yet, bad not suffered an abrasion of the skin. At last, with a master swinging stroke, Dick’s terrible left caught his adversary under the right jaw, lifted him clear off his feet, and | stretched him out once more upon the sward, This time Glenroy was not in so much of a | hurry to get up, as when the first knock-down | occurred; but, that did not matter in the least. | Dick was pectssay willing to assist him, and | pouncing upon the hapless gentleman’s son, the ! detective seized him as though he were buta child, and raising him bodily, held him above | his head. { The next instant poor Glenroy shot forward like a catapult througb the air, and plun downward head-foremost into the icy waters of the lake, [ Without waiting for after results, Dick coolly pat on his hat and sauntered away, leaving lenroy’s bs ms to go to his rescue. | “f reckon the North Pole bath will cool off his fighting ardor,” the conqueror muttered, as he made his way back toward the hotel. ‘It was kind of mean to give him the ducking, but, it was tit for tat, for he was trying to back me into the lake, and I bad a mighty hard time preventing him from doing it.” It was a long day to the detective, and he was truly grateful for the shadows of night. Just at dark a snow-storm set in, accom- without another word, the battle began in dead | RQ Entering the Common, Dick made his way direct to the wegt end of the little lake, and devoted a few minutes to reconnoitering, to dis- cover that there was not a soul in the neighbor- hood except himself. The gas-lamp a short distance away gave but a faint illumination to the surroundings, It was exactly ten o’clock when Dick heard the crunch of footsteps in the snow, and dis- tinguished a beavily-cloaked woman approach- ing. She walked swiftly, and soon was close at hand, “Ts that you, Jack? she asked, lifting her vail, and exposing her face. “Of course it is!” Dick replied, in a gruff voice, ‘ D’ye come afoot?’ “No; I hired a cab, which is waiting beyond the Common. How funny you look in them false whiskers and that plug hat, Jack!” “Do I? Well, I suppose it is because you never see me look like a gentleman before.” ‘““What’s the matter, Jack? Why did you send for me?” ‘ ‘There’s enough the matter!” the pseudo Jack Brady growled. Calvin Cool has escaped!” ‘*Good heavens!” “Yes, I was there again, having left my gloves there, and found that be had got out— taken French leave.” ‘“ Why, how could he have got out? The cel- lar was very deep, and there was no way of exit except by the trap-door overhead.” ‘Don’t know how he got out, I’m sure; but he’s out, and gone. And the deuce will be to pay now!” | ‘ “ Curse the luck!” Mrs. Glenroy hissed, ‘‘ You are right; the deuce will be to pay. He must have been so weak that he could not have gone far. Did you search the neighborhood?” ; “ No.” ; “ Well, never mind. Come to me at eight o'clock to-morrow morning, and I will have all my plans for the future made up, I must ‘o now.” “Not yet, madam!” Dick said, in his natural voice, ‘I havea warrant for your arrest, and ou will have to accompany me’ to the station- 10use |” ‘*Unhand me, villain!’ she screamed. go my wrist, or I will call for help!” “Call a: much as you please, msdam, You are my prisoner, and must go with me!” Dick replied, endeavoring to get hold of her other wrist so as to handcuff her. But she struggled so desperately that she completely baffled his purpose, and her voice rung out sharply: “Help! help!’ This so infuriated Dick that he grasped ber by the throat, and would undoubtedly have shut off her breath had not an interruption oc- curred. This interruption came in the shape of Dick’s receiving a terrific blow alongside the head that laid him out insensible on the snow-covered ground. The person who had struck the blow had used a club, and evidently bad been concealed in a clump of bushes near at hand, He was none other than Gil Glenroy, with one eye blackened and his face patched up with court-plaster. : Mrs. Glenroy, however, recognized him in an instant. ‘“*Good heavens, Gilbert!” she ejaculated; “‘ is that you?” ‘*T reckon it is,” was the reply. opportune moment?” I followed this chap here to lay him out for $ “Let “But what brought you here at such an— x!
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Fie toad) the lickin’ he gave me to-day, and I shouldn't wonder if I’ve killed him, [hit him hard enough, anyhow!” . ““T hope you have!” Mrs. Glenroy declared, venomously. ‘‘ He is a detective, wno lured me here to arrest me!” Young Glenroy knelt beside the fallen de- tective a moment, and then arose hastily to his eet, ‘‘He’s deader’n a door-nail!” he gasped, hoarsely. Just then, some one was heard approaching, whistling a snatcb of opera. “Come! we must run for it!” Glenroy said, seizing nis step-mother by the arm. And run they did for dear life, and were soon in a cab, being driven rapidly away. CHAPTER X. RATS UNEARTHS A CLEW, But Gilbert Glenroy had erred. Deadwood Dick was not killed by that terrific blow, though it isa wonder of wonders he was not, for the. blow was heavy enough to have felled an ox. When he awoke to consciousness, he found himself not in the snow upon the bleak common, but on a cot-bed, in a large and comfortably- heated room of what he judged was a police- station, because the windows were protected by iron bars. Raising himself to a sitting ture, he was \taking in the situation, when the door opened, and two men entered. One was the police-captain, a cheerful-looking man, while the other, judging from the box he carried, was a surgeon, attached to the depart- ment. “* Ah! Doctor, he’s come to,” the captain said. ac Well, young man, how do you think you ‘‘ Rather headstrong!” Dick smiled, feeling of the big lump on the side of his cranium. ‘‘ Rath- er strikes me I’ll have to wear a bigger hat fora while!” “Well, you’re a cool one, I'll swear!” the offi- cer ejaculated. ‘‘ Do you know where you were when Patrolman Lynch found you?” ‘Yes, [reckon I ought to, since I was there before I lost my,senses. I was on the Com- mon.” Exactly. How came you by the blow on your head?” ‘Some one belied me with a club, or some other like instrument. I[ was standing at the west end of the little lake, talking with a lady, when I got the blow, and know no more.” “Do you know who struck you?” **T do not.” ‘* What is your name?” “‘ Richard Bristol.” ‘‘Mr, Bristol, I am surprised to learn by the badge you wear that you area United States de- tee ve,” “Yes, sir. That’s about the size of it.” ‘© Where do you reside?” ‘Oh! ’most anywhere beyond the Missouri— here, tere, and everywhere, according to where my yofession calls me.” ‘T understand. What brings you to Boston?” “‘Tam after a combined thief and bigamist. It was that which took me to the Common. had succeeded in bringing her there by a decoy letter, and was in the act of arresting her, wben ' [ got this belt on the head!” * Ah! it’s a woman, is it?” “ Yes,” ; ‘* What’s her name?” ‘Captain, you will have to excuse me from answering that question,” Dick replied. ‘‘ Until the woman is captured, I propose to withhold her name.” Oh! all “et Perhaps I was letting m curiosity get the better of my judgment. ell, you can rest here until morning, if you like, and by that time I dare say you will feel in bet- ter trim.” ’ ‘Oh! I'm all right now,” Dick replied, ‘ ex- cept my head aches as though I had been out to a champagne supper, [Jl go over to my hotel, { guess, as there will be a party wait- ing there for me! What time is it?” “ Just twelve o'clock, Shall I order a cab for ou” “Yes, I don’t care if you do!” Dick replied, to his feet, Although a little , at first, he soon found that he could walk all right, ‘+Oh! you're better than half a dozen dead men, yet,” the rh ee said, helping him on with = overcoat, “ Here’s your hat. See how it But, the hat didn’t fit at all! ‘The great bump y ee » ae ea “sr: hen, fui$ Deadwood Dick in Boston. on the side of the head made it entirely too small. ® The only way Dick could wear the covering at all was tipped over on the side of the bead, so that it protected the sweliing, byt it made him look so rowdyish and ludicrous that the police captain and the doctor had a hearty laugh. ‘Well, you’re about the toughest-looking cus- tomer I’ve seen in a long time!” the captain said. ‘*You better not let any of the — get on to you, or they'll pull you in for a tough!” They then adjourned to the main office of the station. The captain rung for a cap, and, a few minutes later, Dick was being whirled away to- ward the Revere House, which was soon reached, Paying the cabby, Dick entered the hotel office, and, much to bis mortification, saw that his rowdyish appearance attracted immediate attention—even the night clerk staring at him, in curiosity. Fortunately, Rats had retwrned, and was lounging upon one of the office settees, so that Dick had an opportunity, in a measure, to hide his embarrassment, Even Rats snickered outright at Dick’s com- ical appearance. ‘*My eyes! but ain’t you tough!” he ejacu- lated, ‘‘ Say, is that the latest style, here in Bos- ting? If it is, I want to know it, sol kin con- form with the fashion. Nothin’ slow about me, an’ I allers want to be up to ther times!” **Oh, dry up!” Dick commanded, seating him- self, and removing his hat. ‘* Phew!” the boy exclaimed, when he saw the swelling. ‘How'd ye git that? Been playing bunkity-bunk with a William goat!” ** Nonsense!” “Then some copper clubbed you?” “Nothing of the sort. I got hit on the Com- mon.” “Got hit on the common? Jemminy! ye don’t call that cocoanut o’ yourn common, do ae, Humph! nothin’ very common about that e! ‘*You don’t understand. There’s a park here called the Common, and I was assaulted there. But, of that, more anon, Tell me ali about how ou made out.” ‘* Well, I bad some luck, but et purty nigh tuckered me out to get it. After you left me I hung around til Brady came out the saloon, an’ then, I dogged his footsteps, an’ hung to him, all day, like vvim death to a yirger. Te he did- n’t lead me a chase, I hope Pesky never ockerpy | the Presidential chair. ‘Well, sir, ef that chap took one drink in every saloon he visited, and I reckon he did, he must o’ got outside o’ ten gallons 0’ stuff, at the east. ‘Finally I lost track o’ him,an’ clean dis- | couraged and tired out, I started for here, but, I hadn’t gone more’n two blocks, when I run plum onto him, an’ you kin bet I was s’prized. He had a hoss and carriage, and had just stop- ped before a house in Temple street. He bad got out of the carriage, and, as I came along, he sized me up, from head to foot. ‘“** Hello! bub,’ he said, *‘bain’t I seen you be- fore?” ‘**¢T dunno,’ I replied. ‘ Mebbe.’ ‘¢* Weren’t you wi’ Sharkey Collins, down on Federal street, to-day? he asked. ‘““*T was, that,’ I replied. ‘“¢ Travel with Sharkey, eh?’ he asked. *** You bet,’ was my reply. ‘*« Well, he’s a good feller to tie to,’ he said. ‘Dye live here in Boston? *T told him I did, and then he asked me to watch his horse for a few minutes, to which I consented. He entered the house, and was gone about ten minutes. Then, he came out an’ got into the carriage, and asked me if I didn’t want to take a ride. LIasked him, innocent like, which way he was going. He said out Beacon street, near the Chestnut Hill Reservoir. “** Why, golly,’ said I, ‘ my dad lives out that way, beyond the reservoir, an’: I'll be glad to ita ride.’ That was a whoppin’ lie, wasn’t it? ut, I was fishin’ fer pints, just then. So I got into the carriage, an’ he driv’ off like Old Nick, his boss bein’ a mighty good traveler. “Well, there wasn’t much said, during the trip, and after what seemed a good many miles we'd traveled, be drew rein by the roadside, and jumped out. ** You stay here, and mind the horse ’til I come back, an’ [ll give you a dollar,’ he said, and of course I accepted. in front of a big field, on “We had ton which there was but one buildin’, what looked | AD — iage, an’ then, climbin’ over the fence, he made off for the farm-house. “It begun to snow an’ blow, just then, and I soon lost sight o’ my man. ** Before I met predy, not knowin’ what might turn up,I bad bought me a dark lantern, and hid itin my overcoat pocket. I now gits this out, lights it, and put it back in my pocket again. It got to feelin’ kind o’ warmish there, but it felt good just the same, for it wascolder’n blue blazes, outside. “ Well, after about twenty minutes, Brad come back, and he appeared to be a good bit excited. He got inter the carriage, and I got out, sayin’ I must burry home, ‘fore I got snowed in. He give mea dollar, turned the rig around, an’ drove back toward the city.” “Well, what did you do?’ Dick asked eager- ake What did I do? Well, I waited ’til I was satisfied that Brady was really on bis way back to town; then I climbed the fence and made for the old house in the field, I felt kinder shaky about goin’ there, ’cause it were a purty spook- ish lookin’ place, but 1 knew you wanted to get all the fac’s of the case, so 1 scraped together all the courage I could get bold of, and gettin’ my revolver ready for exercise, sailed abead. ‘‘ Lordy! how the wind blowed across that field! It shrieked an’ groaned like a ee mareg ful o’ de’d speerits what hed been Jeft out in th cold. And the snow was blindin’. ‘Tell you, boss, the nearer I got to that she- bang, the more shiverish I felt, but I sot my teeth together, an’ finally got tbar. The door was wide open, the winders was smasbed, an’ I see'd no one didn’t live there. ‘Well, I took the cap off’n my lantern, an let on the glim, an’ begun ter investergate. I went thru’ every room in the pace, but all [ found was dust an’ cobwebs, e last thing J did, was to lift a trap-door, an’ look down intcr a mighty deep cellar, but there was nothin’ there, ‘cept a lot o’ rats, some of ’em as big asa kitten. They skeedaddled, when they see’d the ght. “* Well, [ didn’t see as there was any more in- vestigatin’ to be done, an’ was about to come away, when I found this ere dockyment pinned to the inside o’ the door, Guess Brady mustn’t ‘a’ seen it.” Rats then gave Dick a light-brown piece of wrapping paper, upon which was scrawled the following: , : in “December, 1. . “T have just esca’ from the dank reeking vault under this place, where for weeks, I have been a prisoner. I was cast into this pit, at the instance of my former traitress wife, now known as Mrs, George Glenroy of Boston, and left todie by inches, of starvation. I bave suffered the tortures of the damned. My only company has been the huge rats that infest the place. fortunately had my sreath knife left me, and with this have obtained my food. For weeks I have subsisted on raw rat flesh and blood! “Thank God,I am at last free! And, now, for vengeance! Cavin Coon.” CHAPTER XI. PLANNING TO ESCAPE. ACCOMPANIED by Gilbert Glenroy, Mrs. Glenroy was driven rapidly home—or, at least, to her apartment over the pawnshop, if that could be designated as home. Neither of the two spoke, until they were safe within Mrs, Glenroy’s little parlor. Mrs. Glenroy was very pale and nervous, and what part of ber step-son’s face was not cov with court-plaster was also noticeable for its pallor. ‘ Gertrude bad Jong since gone to bed, so Mrs. Glenroy and Gil were free to speak. “Do you think you really killed bim? the woman asked, as the two became seated upon a sofa which stood across one end of the room, “Yes, there’s no doubt of it,” Gil replied, ‘“‘and my ‘cursed temper bas got me into a deuce of a scrape. I shall have to get out of Boston, that’s sure. I wish I hadn’t struck the blow, now!” ‘‘Pshaw! don’t be so chicken-hearted. Nobody knows that you struck the blow. How came ou to bave a grudge against the man?” **Oh! we had ascrap on the Common, during the afternoon, and the fellow did me up tw the queen’s taste, and tossed me into the lake. One of my pals followed him, and when be entered the Common, rr. in disguise, ] was on hand, prepared to lay him out, which I did. Did you know bim?” ‘ Only as one of several detectives who are like an old tumble-down farm-house, and stood a | seeking to arrest me for something that occur- good ways back from thestreet. It wasn’t quite | red in the past, before dark yet, but Brady took a lantern from the ' Bat, curse them, they your father. never take me alive.
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10° I, too, must leave Boston, for it is worth my life and liberty to remain here, longer. You shall go with me, Gilbert, and together we ought to be able to outwit these bloodhounds of the law. I wish Jack were here.” The old saying, that the devil’s always around, when you’re talking about him, had it’s exem- plification, in this mstance, for there came a resounding knock npon the door. Mrs. Glenroy hastened to open the door, and Jack Brady, covered with snow, entered. He looked ugly enough to eat some one, which was, perhaps, owing to the fact that he was nearly frozen, from exposure to the raging elements of the now bitter night. “Why, Jack, is it you?? Mrs. Brady ex- claimed. ‘* Yes, it’s me; what of me ain’t froze stiffer than an iceberg,” he growled. ‘« Where have you been at this late hour?” ‘* Out to see that caged pet of yourn,” was the savage response. ‘Well, what is the result?” ‘* A discovery you won't appreciate, I fancy. The bird has flown!” “ What ?”? And Mrs. Glenroy sunk back on the sofa, trembling with terror. ** As I tell you, be has escaped. I went to the old farm-house, to make sure all was right, and de was gone!” ‘Then the detective was right,” the gullty woman moaned, ‘“* What detective—what do you mean?” Jack demanded, curiously. In reply, Mrs. Glenroy explained how she had received the decoy letter, and then related her experience on the Common. **So-ho! That's the way of it, eh?’ Brady ob- served. ‘‘ Well, then, that may account for how the old man made his escape. Are you sure you killed the fellow, Gil?” “Yes. He was dead, for I placed my hand over his heart, and its beating had stopped.” “Well, it won’t make much difference about one man, for, unless I’m greatly mistaken, there are half a dozen working on the case. You say one of your chums followedhim? Where did he go to ‘*To the Revere House,” ‘It?s my opinion the fellow was Richard Bris- tol, the detective,” Mrs. Glenroy said. “If so, my daughter Cora is most likely at the Revere ST suppere Il fo and pay h i?” Jack “ts se you and pay her a call?” Jac sug , With a sneer. ‘* Well, no, I guess not,” Mrs. Glenroy re- plied. “ft fancy I’d hardly meet witha pleasant reception, Cora was always like the old man, anyhow.” ere was a brief silence, and then Brady looked bo — ‘‘Oh! [have forgotten something,” he said, taking a paper from his pocket and handing it to his sister. ‘‘I found that on top of the trap- door in the floor of the old farm-house. Read Mrs, Glenroy did so, the look of abject terror returning to her features, ~ No need to repeat what the paper contained, for the message was the same as that of the oe Rats had delivered to Deadwood Cc. . When she had finished the perusal, the world- ly woman sunk back faint. : ‘* Yes, he’s free, and will strike for vengeance,” she gasped. ‘‘ He will never leave the trail un- til his revenge is accomplished. Oh, Jack! Jack! what is to be done?” The woman’s terror was pitiable. ‘* There’s only one thing to be done!” Jack re- plied. ‘‘ We’re ina devilish bad hole, and the only thing for us to do is to get out of Boston, and as far away from it as possible. If we don’t aided and abetted by the detectives, Cool wi make it mighty hot for us!” “*T know it! I know it! I’ve no doubt that at this minute every railway station in Boston is watched, to guard against our departure. Even this place is doubtless under close surveillance, since the detective knew I was quartered here, or he would not have sent the decoy letter!” Jack Brady nodded his head, grimly. He had been more or less a criminal all bis life, but had always succeeded in avoiding im- prisonment. He was well aware, however, that the police were patiently et ager time until they could get a case against , Strong enough to send him to State’s Prison. At heart he was an arrant coward, and to him the word me was a synonym of terror. shouldn't wonder if you are right,” he ‘*T feel it in my bones. that we are in a cursed bad fix. Still, I hardly believe there are enough of these detectives to guard every — ee rr a“ Deadwood Dick in Boston. avenue of exit, There are steamers running daily from here to Portland. If we could strike there, and get into Canada, we could laugh at our enemies.” — “True, I had not thought of that. But will not the outgoing steamers be watched?” “T hardly think so, and, yet, there is no tell- ing. If Calvin Cool was released by the detec- tives, and they are working hand in hand, it is morally sure they will leave no stone unturned to secure our capture, ‘* Now, look here, Mag. Business is business. If we get you and ourselves out of this scrape, have you got money enough to see us through, regardless of what the expense may be?” “Yes. I haveenough, I guess. I’ve made a snug sum the past year in stock speculation,” “Very well. ae idea bas just struck me. Your husband, rge Glenroy, has a small steam launch, has he not?” * Yes ** Now, why couldn’t we make our escape in that as far as Portland?” ‘*T have already thought of that, but it is out of the question, You know George and I are parted, and he wouldn’t Jet me have his launch, as he calis it, under any consideration.” ** But, can’t we somehow fix it so as to get pos- session of the little craft without his knowledge?” “T reckon maybe I can fix it!” Gil spoke up, ‘for lm as anxious to get out of Boston as either of you. After killing the detective, [d never know a minute’s rest, in this place, for fear of being run in on the charge of murder.” ‘* Well, go ahead!” Jack Brady urged, eagerly. ‘** Let’s hear all about it.” Glenroy went on: ‘The old man ain’t in the city. He started for New York this morning on business of some sort, I don’t know just exactly what.” ‘* Where is the launch?” ‘* Lying at ber dock, near the Charleston Navy poneg: unless ¢he’s shifted quarters within a few ays. ** Who’s on board her?” ‘* Only the captain, Mose Gunner, and the en- ineer, and the nigger cook. They stay aboard er, til she’s tied up for winter quarters.” ‘*hen she has no crew?” “No, Dad discharged ’em all in October. Don’t need much of acrew to run up to Portland if the weather tempers down, and I guess it will by morning.” ~—4 ** But do vou boat you can get the boat?” “Shouldn’t wonder, Dad told old Mose the other day, that any time I wanted to takea trip, and brought a written order from him, it would be all right.” “* By Jove! then we’re all bunki-dori!” Brady declared. ‘‘ But we can’t get away to-night.” ‘* Certainly not It will take the better part of to-morrow to get things in ship-shape for the trip. Coal and provisions will have to be laid in, and a few men shipped, for there’s no tellin what kind of weather we may encounter, an the Emily is a headstrong craft to handle, in a rough sea,” ** When do you think you can have her ready for a start?” ** By to-morrow, sunset; but then, I don’t know as old Mose would pull out at night—most likely not. But we could all go aboard under cover of darkness, and be ready for a start at break of day.” ‘* Dear me! it’s a terrible long time to wait,” Mrs. Glenroy said, nervously, ‘‘ We may all be put under arrest before that time.” ‘*Oh! I guess not. You can instruct the Jew to say you have moved away, and not to admit any one but us,” ** But Gilbert, you bave not got the necessary order from your father.” Gilbert smiled. ** That don’t matter,” was the cool reply. ‘‘T can manufacture one, I have got some of dad’s private letter-heads, which he uses only when he makes out ‘ial orders, and I can counterfeit his handwriting so that he would not know it from his own,” ‘* Ah! then we are all right,” Jack said, evi- dently relieved of a great deal of anxiety. ‘‘ You will see to it, to-morrow, that everything is got in readiness?” e Well then, I'll keep an eye out around this neighborhood, and see that Mag is not molest- ‘*T shall have to have money to stock ue the yacht with,” Gil reminded, ‘t We'll need plenty of coal and provisions,” ‘You shall are that,” Mrs. Glenroy said, taking a well-filled purse from her pocket. * Will a hundred dollars do?” “Yes, that will be plenty, I reckon. I'll go | SR FE A I NE a over to Charlestown, the first thing in the morn- ing, and have her run up to Tudor’s wharf, for coal, and let her stay there. I guess I won’t have much trouble getting things together.” ‘* Well, go ahead, and be sure you get men whom you can trust, and who know how to handle the boat in any kind of weather,” Mrs, Glenroy advised, ‘‘If you run across a neat- looking colored boy, engage him, as I and Gerty ey: need some one to wait upon us.” - ilbert promised to do so, and then he and Brady took their departure. Locking the door after them, and turning down the light in the parlor, Mrs. Glenroy sought an adjoining sleeping apartment, and re- tired for the night. It was not until full a half-hour afterward, that the dusky figure of a man emerged from behind the sofa, where he had been concealed! Stealing to the rear end of the room, he softly raised a window, and stepped out upon the roof of an extension of the building, from whence it was an easy matter to drop to the ground, and ina couple of minutes the eavesdropper, who-¢-~ was none other than Silly Jake, had vanished in tbe swirling blizzard! CHAPTER XII. DEADWOOD DICK PLAYS IT CUNNING. Ir was the morning after the occurrence of the events last narrated, The storm abated, and the sun shone down upon the snow-covered earth, with almost spring-like warmth, People who had been eagerly forming pleasant anticipations of the first sleigh-ride of the sea- son were doomed to cares Sages ah for the snow began to melt rapidly, and ‘Old Probs” prophesied a spell of pleasant weather. Three rsons sat in the reading-room of the Revere House, engages in conversation, at an early hour of the morning. They were Deadwood Dick, Silly Jake, and Rats, the boy sleuth. Silly Jake bad just been recounting his eaves- dropping experience, to his two companions, giving in detail all that be had overheard. ‘‘ Jake, you’re a trump!” Dick asserted, heart- ily, ‘and both you and Rats deserve the warm- est praise. You two have done more toward bringing matters to a focus than I have, myself, and I thank you for it. It but remains for me to sail in, and handle the ‘round-up,’ as they say out West.” *Are you goin’ to make) any arrests before the boat leaves?” Rats asked. ‘‘No, I think not. I prefer to make the arrests on board the launch, just before we reach Portland. It can be done much more easily than here. I shall notify the chief of police that we are coming, and he will bave officers on hand to take the prisoners into custody.” “Do you expect to go along on the yacht?” ‘* Yes—as a Sailor, but in disguise. I shall try. and work you in, too!’ ‘* How about me?’ asked Silly Jake. “I know the Emily from stem to stern,” ‘“‘T guess we shall have to leave you behind,” Dick replied. ‘‘ It would be next to impossible to so disguise you that your step-mother would not recognize you, and, of course, if y: 1 were recognized, my plans would be all knocked in the head. No, Jake, you must remain behind: but, before we go, you shall receive a substantial reward for your services. You and Rats can remain around the hotel and amuse yourselves as you like until my return.” he detective then donned his overcoat and left, directing his footsteps toward Mose Mumb’s pawnshop, in Hanover street. Not that he intended to visit the establish- ment, but he wanted to see if anytbing unusual was going on there. He kept on the opposite side of the street from the shop, and, as he appreached it, surveyed the second story searchingly. He had ex to see Mrs. Glenroy or ber daughter sitting at the window, but they were not there. ‘‘ Humph! they’re keeping themselves out of sight pretty well. Well, let them. I shall nab them, all the same, but prefer to do it in Port- land, as they will bave no opportunity to get bail there, which they could perhaps do in Bos- ton. Mrs. Glenroy has money, and could pur chase straw-bail here. ‘Let me see: Before it is too late, today, I roust get out a warrant for the arrest of Gil Glenroy for forgery and grand larceny, and one each for Mrs. Glenroy and Brady for kidnap- ping, with intent to murder, These, with. my Western warrants, which Miss Cora gave me, will cover the whole bill.” Thus musing, Dick was about to leave the vicinity, when he felt a hand drop on his sboul- ra
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o~ - Pa 7s oo c Deadwood Dick in Boston. 5, x" as 11 der, and, wheeling around, found himself face to face with Jack Brady. . “Hello, Sharkey, old stockings!” the tough uted. ‘ How is things?” : ‘‘Purty cussed blue!” Dick replied. ‘ Hain’t seen a chance to make a red yet, though l’ve been all over town. If things don’t pony up better’n this pretty soon, I shall have to utilize shank’s mare and strike out for better pastures, I know of a fat thing up in Main ood for a couple o’ thousan’—but I’ve kinder held that back in reserve, as [ wanted to get-in a few licks at Boston first. No show though, I guess.” ‘‘Darned little. What part o’ Maine is this lay-out?” Brady asked. ** Bout six miles from Portland.” *“-You don’t say?” ‘“*Yes, Pussy Jim put me onto it. There’s an old farmer out there who don’t believe in banks, and be’s got a barrel o’ money hid away in the house. ere’s what’s goin’ to have a sample of it before a week goes by. Id go there at once, only I dassn’t go to Portland except in » _ disguise, and I ain’t got the boodle to tog myself ‘out with.” Brady’s eyes sparkled. “Say, ye wouldn’t take a feller in cn. that snap, would ye?” he asked. **T dunno but I would,” Dick replied. ee dunno but what I would, providing—” ‘* Providing what?’ ‘* Providing he’d be willing to take a tkird for his share.” ‘ “Then I’m yer man!” Brady declared, with enthusiasm. “I can get ye through to Port- land scot free, and Pll lend you money enough to disguise yourself to the queen’s taste. What d’ye say?” ‘““Tt’s a go!” Dick declared, apparently de- lighted, ‘ But how are we goin’ to reach Port- land?” ‘Well, I'll tell you. There’s a private steam- tug leaves her to-night or to-morrow morning for Portland, to carry a lady and gentleman there, It’s a private boat, but they baven’t ot their crew together yet, and I reckon can work you in. Do you know anything about a boat?’ ““No; I couldn’t tell a marlinespike from a jib- boom.” “Oh, well, I'll fix it with the captain, so you won’t have much of anything to do, There’s little to do, anyhow. ou go to a costumer’s, and fix yourself up as a sailor; and come back here, and we'll go down to the tug.” “All right. But how ’bout my apprentice?” “Oh, yes; I'd forgot him, Say, that’s a mighty smart kid you’ve got, and he’ll make his mark in the profesh, take my word forit. [ had him out riding, last night. Did he tell you *bout it?” “e id “Ha! ha! He’sa close-mouthed young rab- 4; bit, eh? Well, that’s a good traij, ll be bound! ) Now, let me see what I can do for him, Ah, I have it! The lady who owns the boat wants a neat darky lad to wait on her. Couldn't you blacken the kid up with grease-paint s» he’d answer?” * Yes, it’s a capital idea; I'll attend to it.” “ Allright. Here’s twenty-five dollars to rig you out. ow long wiil it take you?” “Tl be back here by two o'clock,” Dick said, glancing at his watch, “ Allright. In the mean time Pl run down “ to the boat and secure positions for you both. Be sure and be here at two o'clock.” ‘«] will be on hand promptly,” Dick replied. ‘The two separated, Dick going toward the hotel, while Brady set out for Charlestown. “By Jove! I'm in luck!” the latter said, chuckling softly to himself. ‘That Sharkey ! Collins is one © the flyest crocks in the biz, and a rattlin’ good feller to tie to. We'll makea strong team travelin’ together, you bet! We'll not only scvop in the old farmer’s boodle, but, just before we get to Portland, we'll relieve Sis- ter Mag of her money and that boodle of dia- monds of hers.” “Ha! ha! Jack Brady, you’re as smart as they find ’em, ef your Adonis-like beauty ain’t only Sh deep.” d thus musing, the villain hurried ou. _- CHAPTER XIII. - Pipes AT LAST. Ir Jack Brady was elate at the prospect of going into partnership with Sharkey Collins, our Wild West detective was likewise elate over the ceed afforded him to go to Portland. ‘ a ings are working immense!” he mused, aS he took way leisurely toward the Reyere House. “If I am not ized by that puppy Gil, all will be O. K. One thing is certain. Before the Emily touches dock at Portland, I intend to have 2 yap of those diamonds that Mrs. Glenroy stole from Calvin Cool.” Instead of going direct to the botel, he changed his mind and went to a police court, where he swore out the warrants. With these Dick returned to the hotel, and went up to Cora’s room. His knock was answered by the pretty young lady in person, who invited him to come in. On entering the room, however, Dick was treated to a surprise. Another young lady was present besides Cora—a rather pretty girl, of about Cora’s age. She was a brunette, however, where Cora was a blonde; her beauty was of the haughty, statu- esque order, where Cora’s was like to a dream of mellow sunlight. ‘*Mr. Bristol, this is my sister Gertie,” Cora said. ‘* Gertie, Mr. Bristol, my detective—ha! ha! the idea of mg having the presumption of calling you my detective, Mr. Bristol! Ain’t I just awful!” ‘*Why, you are perfectly right,” Dick re- turned, with a smile, after acknowledging the introduction. ‘‘I am your detective, am I not, or, at least, I am an apology for one!” *“* And, oh! I’ve such news, Mr. Bristol! Ger- tie bas left my horrid old mother, and we are going to live together, and be sisters again, just as we used to be!” ** Yes, it is true!” Miss Gertrude said, noting the detective’s look of surprise. ‘‘ I have left my mother, for good, thoroughly ashamed of and disgusted with her. Not until last night did I suspect that she was the wicked woman she is, although I knew she robbed Mon when she forced me to accompany her East. I was not aware even of that fact until we reached New York. Then I was powerless to return home. Last night, however, I learned, to my horror, that my mother had conspired to murder my poor father by imprisoning him in some lonely place, and leaving him to die of starvation. ‘*The shock was awful, and learning where I was likely to find my sister,I quietly left my wicked mother this morning and came here to join Cora, and we shall never be separated again.” ‘*And in doing this you have proven your oe sense!” Dick said, accepting the chair Cora ad placed for hit. ae yoowell Mrs, Glenroy where you were geing Sane ° ‘*From what you have said, I infer that you overheard the interview between Mrs. Glerroy, her aga Gil, and Jack Brady, last nigbt?” TI did, But, how do you come to know about it?” Gertie demanded, in surprise. “Oh! we detectives have ways of finding out those little things, you know!” Dick answered, with a smile, “I know as much about. what pene at that interview as you do your- se . ‘** You were playin , then?” * Not individually. but some one else was.” “You are informed, then, that my mether is about to leave town, to avoid arrest “Yes, and the same craft that takes her to Portland takes me also, It was to tell Miss Cora this that brought me here. I shall go in the disguise of a sailor.” ‘* Why not arrest her here?’ Cora asked. “*T have two very good reasons for not doing so, One is this: If arrested in Portland, it will be next to impossible for her to get bail. This will secure her incarceration and give me a chance to hunt up Mr, Cool, who no doubt will be glad to testify against her.” “Tt 1s true, then, that papa has escaped from the place where she had him imprisoned?” “* Yes. But what has become of him I bave not yet found out. The second reason for not fare 4 to arrest Mrs, Glenroy in Boston is that I intend to get the diamonds away from her be- fore we get to Portland, and will have a better chance while we are on board the launch than though we were on the land.” **Ob! ITdoso hope you can get us the dia- monds, even if you can recover no money,” Cora said. “ Poor papa, he always thought so much of them.” “What are we to dp during your absence, Mr. Bristol?” Gertie asked, ‘Well, that’s optional with you,” Dick re- lied. ‘The trial of Mrs. Glenroy will doubt- ess take place at Portland, if Mr. Cool can be found, and 1 should advise that you go there at once, and put up at the Falmouth House. There is a train leaves here at ten o’clock, which will sive you an hour to get bby OF Very well; we will go,” Gertie decided. “Al right. I will call for you in an hour, and see you safely off.” Dick left the girls to prepare for the journey. and went down to the hotel office, where he found Rats waiting for him. As briefly as possible, be outlined the work abead to his young apprentice. ““And now, Rats,” he said, ‘‘do you think yourself equal to the emergency of playing off ay providing you're fixed up right? ‘Oh, you kin bet I can! Us kids uster have a juvernile minstrel show, down in the cellar in under Mike Kelly’s grocery store in Baxter street, an’ I uster carry off all the boquets, you bet! Never fear for me! I wasn’t brought up for nothin’, nohow. I kin doaturn anywhere from a Mott street Chinaman to a maccaroni Italian—from an Irish hod-carrier to a tar- heeled coon. Oh, you bet there ain’t nothin’ slow about me!” “Very well. Tl fix you up after a while.” At the expiration of an hour, Deadwood Dick ascended once more to the room occupied by the sisters, and found them all in readiness for their journey. Accordingly a hack was ordered, and the trio were driven to the Boston and Maine depot. They were early, and were obliged to wait for the train to be made up, so they sauntered about the waiting-room. It was while they were doing this that Dead- wood Dick became inspired with a feeling that they were watched. radually allowing his gaze to wander about, he was not long in confirming his suspicion. Upon one of the seats in the waiting-room sat an old man, with a huge hunch on his back, If his hair was any criterion, he ‘as past sixty years of age, for his hair, worn long, was as white as driven snow. Hard at contrast with this was the huge, raven-black beard and mustache he wore, which covered the greater portion of bis face. What of his face was visible was almost co -like in its pallor, while eyes, sunken in their sockets, glowed like balls of fire. He was a large-framed man, but was very r in flesh, his garments hanging about him oosely. He carried a stout hickory stick, nearly as tall as himself, which he evidently used to assist in walking. Such was the individual whom Dick caught in the act of watching him, and the Cool sisters, with undisguised intensity. **) wonder who old codger is?’ Dick mused. ‘He never takes his eyes off’m us. Can’t be possible that he knows us, or is here to spy on us. If I thought he was, I'd take it upon my- self to investigate his case.” The train was soon made up, and Dick saw the sisters aboard it, gave them good-by, and then went back into the depot. The bunchback still occupied the same seat, and when the detective looked toward him, the old fellow motioned for bim to approach. Not without considerable curiosity Dick obeyed. ‘* Well, what do you want?’ was asked. ‘*Do you know who those young ladies were?” the old man asked. “Certainly, Ido. Why?” ‘They are my daughters. What were you doing with them?” and there was a trifle of fierceness in the old man’s tone. Dick was astonished. ‘* You Calvin Cool?’ he ejaculated, ‘*T am,” was the reply. —that’s what I want to know! Dick eyed the man a moment, doubting] 5 *“T don’t believe you are Calvin Coo]! “A de- clared. “If you are, your daughter Cora would surely bave recognized you.” The old man chuckled. ‘* So she would, had I not been disguised,” he “a sat, who are you ? replied. ‘‘ But, why do you refuse to tell me who you are?” a es My name is Richard Bristol. I am a detec- ive. ‘““A detective?” “Yes. Iam in the employ of your daughter, engaged to hunt you up, or at least ferret out the mystery of your disappearance. 1 set to work on the case, and have succeeded admira- bly, for now that I have found you, the way is asy. “T am glad to meet you!” Calvin Cool said, his voice tremulous with emotion. ‘I see that my daugbters bave fallen into the charge of hands. You know all, then—how I have D a ~ ee know all about how your wife de- serted you, robbing ou of your money and jewels; how she came Bast and married another { i =
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pet * man, who has since left her; and also, that when you came to Boston, she in some way entrapped and imprisoned you.” * Yes, you are right; I was knocked senseless, by her brother, and when I awoke to conscious- ness, [ was a prisoner in a deep cellar, from which there was noescape. There, for weeks I existed without food or water, except, when, oceasionally I could kill a rat, and devour the raw flesh. I was more dead tban alive, when rescued, yesterday, by a tramp who happened along. ut, tell me—where is she?—that she fiend who has caused meso much suffering? I am very weak, and am clinging to life, when one foot is in the grave, simply because I want | to wreak vengeance upon her!” and the wronged man’s eyes fairly blazed with the passion that seemed consuming him. “Your faithless wife intends to flee from Boston, to-night, on the steam-launch HYmily— George Glenroy’s boat---in order to escape arrest. will be doomed to disappointment if she expects to outwit me. When she reaches Portland, she will be immediately placed under arrest, And before the launch reaches Portland, however, I intend to have possession of the diamonds she stole from you, or, at any rate, all she has left of them, to esurrendered to whoever you may elect.” ‘God bless you, my noble young man! God bless you! Words cannot express the gratitude [hold toward you, for youare doing for my children that which I am too near the grave to do. Where have my children gone?” ‘*To Portland, to be creas at the trial of this infamous mother. ou must go there, also, for much will depend on your testimony!” * Yes, I will be there!” the old man said, slowly, ‘‘if Llive. But, there is no telling whea I may be called away, for the hand of death is slowly but surely tightening its clutch upon me, And it is well that it is so, for, after all I have suffered, death will be welcome. I am old, and but a wreck of my former self, and I do not care to live to be an incumbrance to my two beautiful daughters. The legacy I sball leave them will amply provide for th for years, and I can cheerfuily die, knowing I have left nothing undone for their interest.” ‘*Pshaw! Don’t talk in that despondent way,” Dick replied. ‘‘ Brace up, and be of good cheer, and you’re good for years yet!” * Alast no. I know better than that. And, now, before we part, I want to provide for the future, for | may néver live to see you again, Ihave atrust to leave with you for my chil- dren. I need not ask you if you are an honest man, for the poorest reader of human character could tell that. You have nobly espoused the cause of my daughter, without knowing that you would ever realize a cent for your labors, and you are the last man to take the back trail, at this stage of the game. So listen: “When I came East, I brought with me more money than any one had an idea of, not even Cora, I did not inform her of how much I carried for fear it would cause, her undue worriment, ‘“ A few days befora I started, I had inade a bonanza haul, through the sale of a mine, amounting to a number of thousands of dollars, Before this I was comparatively a poor man, having put all in that miue. “Well, when I reached Boston, I had some- thing over eleven thousand dollars in my pocket. The remainder was sewed within the lining of my clothes, ‘I went direct to Moses Mumb, a former ac- uaintance of mine, and deposited ten of the eleven I had in my pocket for safe-keeping, tak- ing for security several of his backers, who of- fered their names to a document you will find, together with money in this roll. When I was consigned to my cellar prison, my pockets were searched, but the remainder of my money was sewed within the lining of my clothes as | said before.” Here the old man drew from his pocket, a bundle, wrapped in brown paper. “Take this,” he said, “and give if to my daughters. It is all I have to give them, except my blessing. There’s fifty thousand dollars there; it will keep them well.” * But you are going to Portland, are you not?” Dick asked. : ‘¢- Yes, I will start for there,” Calvin Cool re- ages ‘but I might die on te way, so it is bet- r you should take charge of the money.” They conversed a little while longer, and then, after securing a promise from Cool that he would start for Portland by the next train, Deadwood Dick took his departure. The game was beginning to narrow down! Mer sack Tem Rare, Cems oY # ip ee ued at ‘ SPR i bc aa ie ‘ bi Stel oo ng agg has gis" Her destination is Portland. But, she | | Deadwood Dick in Boston. CHAPTER XIV. DEALING FOR DISGUISES. From the depot, Deadwood Dick went back to the Revere House, and got Rats, and then to- gether, they sought a costumer’s establishment, and after making numerous inquiries, found the place they wanted. It was an odd den, being the second story, front room, over a grocery store, and choked up with a inultitudinous array of carnival para- phernalia, from the slouchiest-looking suit, to the most expensive silk and satin outfits, In fact there wasn’t anything in the way of clothing, false beards, mustaches, wigs, armor, masks, an‘l other pharaphernalia pertaining to disguises, buf what was there to be seen, rented or purchased. The man in charge, was a big nosed Jew, Nathan Lazarus, as the sign indicated. As_ briefly and. yet explicitly, Dick told Mr. Lazarus, what he wanted for himself and Bats, ** My frient, Ican fit you out sbust like dot paper on der wall,” Lazarus ‘asseverated, rub- bing bis bands tugether in a patronizing way. **T understand your case, mine frient. I haluf plenty of gustomers, like dot alretty. “T is an artist at dose pizsess, you sce. I have everyting to voruk with, dot mine bro- thers haluf not. Besides, 1 haf dot experience vid the stage, and how to makeup. Ah! yes, mine frient, [ know me vot you wants, an’ I fix you out dwice so sbeap as mine brother Abra- ham, across t’e street. You vant to be so shang- ed in dot abbearances, vot your own modder-in- law von’t know you, some more?” *That’s it, exactly,” Dick replied. ‘‘ And you want to be lively about it, too, for we’ve got no time to spare!” ‘* Very well, mine frient, to be a sailor?” ** Yeas,” ** An’ der poy he ish a nigger?” “Git out! I ain’t a nigger!” retorted Rats. ‘*No! no! my poy—you vant to make nigger pelief. Dot ish id?” * Now ye’r’ shontin’, old nosey!” “My young skentleman, you should neffer mage fun of dose personal defects of odders,” Lazarus said, solemnly. ‘* You may haff shil- dren of your own, von of dose days,” Then turning to, Deadwood Dick, the costumer continued: , + ‘* Yes, mine [A { fix you ort so quick as neffer vas. Waite Ll make von nigger of der poy, you shust go down-stairs to der barper- shop, an’ you gets dose mustaches taken off clean!” ‘“What for?’ Dick demanded, caressing his graceful upper-lip adornment, and feeling rather averse to parting with it. ‘‘Ob! mine fr’ent, it would neffer do for you to wear dot mustaches. Dose sailor shaps haf no mustaches, as you know, my fr’ent.” ‘* Well, I guess you're. right. You black up the boy, aud [ll go and have the thing remov- ed,” Dick said, ; Accordingly, he proceeded to the barber-shop, and went through with the required tonsorial operation, aud wheu the job was done, his ap- pearance was greatly changed, Deadwood Dick with a mustache, and Dead- wood Dick without a mustache, were two entire- ly different-looking individuals . When Dick returned to the costumer’s rooms, the Jew put up his hands, in astonishment. ‘*My fr’ent, I vould neffer haf known you, if I didn’t know it vas you!” he exclaimed. ‘ Vy, my fr’ent, you ish disguised, alretty. But shust wait till t put ret hair on you, an’ some v’iskers under your chin, v6t dot Irish call Galway slug- gers, and ‘you'll look like a true man-o’-war’s- man.” Rats was soon rigged out, and most comical he looked; while, at the same time, it would have been difficult to tell him from a true mulat- to eis ‘There! v'ot do you t'ink of him, mine fr’ent?” Lazarus asked. turning to Dick. “‘Tip-top!” Dick assented. ‘* You're a dandy, ou are, and if you do equally as good with me, | make it worth your while. Be lively, how- ever, for time is precious,” ‘*Say, see here!” ejaculated Rats, who had been surveying himself in the glass. ‘* Will this paint wash off?” ‘*No, my frient, dot paint vill not come off. You vill look shust like dot all of your life!” Lazarus replied, solemnly, At which the buy sleuth gave vent to a bowl of dismay. ‘**Lookee here, d’ye mean it?’ he cried, with a sudden outburst of anger. ‘‘ Ef you do, I You say you vant hope I may never see sundown if I don’t flat fix you!” And seizing a sword from the wall, he ad- vanced toward the Jew in a threatening man- man. And he was in dead earnest, too! As for Lazarus, he started back, nearly scar out of his wits. **Oh, my frient—my frient!” he cried, ‘‘dot vas all von mistake, so help me Moses! I vas only shoking, dot ish all. Dot paint he vash off your faces, vid a little soap-suds or ammonia, shust so easy as noddinks, Idells you the truth, so help me, und if I don’t I gif you all mine store und stock!” Somewbat mollified, Rats restored the wea- pon to its place on the wall, and Lazarus went on with his work, keeping a suspicious eye on the young man in black. In less than half an hour Dick was ‘‘ made up” and ready for the street. When he surveyed bis person in the glass he hardly knew himself. He was dressed in a full sailor’s suit, cap and all, and wore a fringe of reddish whiskers under his chin, reaching from ear to ear, and, what with some dexterously- penciled forehead-furrows and an extra touch here and there, he resembled a jolly, rollicking Irishman. To make his disguise still more effective and complete, Lazarus had artistically added an in- cipient rum-blossom to the end of his nose. “There, mine frient, vot you tink about dot?” the Jew demanded, triumphantly. “I bet you baluf a dollar your own mudder-in-law wouldn’t know vou!” ‘“'Thayk you, I’m not blessed in that particu- lar direction,” Dick replied. ‘* Yes, the job isa good one, How much do I owe you?” **Vel, mine frient, I am an honest man, and T vouldn’t sheat you, so helb me Moses. But, times are very hard, sir, and I vil haf to sharge you fifty dollars, an’ Iam losing money at dot. makes noddinks out o’ you, at all, but dot nexd veller vot comes along, I sock it to him for all he’s vorth!” ‘Fifty dollars, eh? Well, that ain’t so bad. Dirt cheap! Here’s your beodle,” and drawing a roll of bills from his pocket, Dick handed the costumer a crisp fifty-do lar note, Lazarus’s conntenance fell, when he beard that the detective did not consider tbe price ex- orbitant, “My frient, I paf let yor)joff very sheap, and Tami money oid of pocket,] he whined, “If I bad charged you seventy-fi e, you would have paid it?” “Why, certainly I would!” ‘Now shust look at dot! See vot I baf lost, through being too honest. Oh! Rachel! Rachel, I vil neffer succeed in pizness! Mine frient, I am very r. You ought to gif me dose egsdra twendy-fife dollars.” “Not another dollam” the detective replied, “because, I ain’t built that way. I shall hold you responsible for the pruetinge 08 | of our clothes until I call for them; so go Sey: my poor Lazarus at the king’s gate—good-day. Come, Rats, we must be going,” and the two took their departure, leaving Lazarus in a very unpleasant frame of mind. ““1'}] bet Laz will kick the foot-board off his bed, to-night, ‘cause he didn’t get that extra tives made their way toward Hanover street, CHAPTER XV. CALVIN COOL’S VENGEANCE—CONCLUSION, Dick and Rats went direct to the neighbor- hood of Moses Mumb’s pawnshop, and there found Jack Brady waiting. ; The tough surveyed the two recruits with un- bounded amazement. “Well, by thunder!” he ejaculated. “ Ef them make-ups don’t take the biscuit, I'll swear off drinkin’, an’ go join the Salvation Army. Say, Sharkey, yer own mother wouldn’t know ye. [I shouldn't, ef I hadn’t known you was comin’! That smeller o’ yourr looks like you'd been hittin’ the keg purty often 0’ late.” “Yes, [ guess it look a trifle that way,” Dick — “So you think our disguise per- t, eh? ‘*Yes. It couldn’t be more so,” © Well, I am glad of that. How’s things at the launch?” ‘Oh! bloomin’! I’ve fixed matters all right with young Glenroy, and you can go aboard, at once, As for the kid, here, he’d better wait for a while—say a couple of hours—and then, when he applies for a job, I'll see that be gets ” “Yes, I reckon that is a good idea,” Dick ae qu aaoed. twenty-five,” Rats laughed, as the two detec- | _ 3 7 sie Sano.”
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¥ Bey , a eae j a th. rs eel ; Eg ee es And so it was arranged that Rats should not approach the wharf where the Emily was tied up, until later in the day. Dick and Brady, however, set out at once for Charlestown. *T tell you what, Sharkey, you’re a daisy at disguisin’ yourself. Wish 1 bad your knack, But then, [ suppose [ll learn, after you an’ I have been doubled up for awhile,” and the tough rubbed bis stubbly chin, blandly. . **Oh! yes, I presume so. If you are at all apt, it won’t take you long to learn.” On the way to Charlestown, Brady became confidential, and told Dick about the valuable diamonds which Mrs. Glenroy possessed, and how he intended to rob her of them before the ship reached Portland. “Oh! I tell ye, there’s a fortune in ’em, Sharkey!” the villain declared, — enthu- siastic, ‘‘an’ it’s there for you and I to get. You're cleverer than I at the bizness, and if you say the word, well go in snucks and divy up even, What d’ye say?” é ‘ ‘It’s a bargain. But, look here, it will be rather a risky job on board a boat, where we can’t get away with our plunder,” ‘“*Pshaw! we can easy fix that. We won't tackle the job until we'reentering Portland Har- bor. Then, while I engage Mag in conversation, on deck, you can go below and hit her trank for all the valuables it contains,” Of course Dick acquiesced in this proposition so as not to arouse Brady’s suspicions, In due time they reached the little steam- launch and boarded her, and Brady introduced Dick to Gil Glenroy and old Mose Gunner, the skipper, as Michael McFadden. oou afterward, Brady and Glenroy left the craft to secure more men for the crew, for be- sides Dick, only one man had been shipped, and he did not seem overstocked with nautical knowledge. He was a large, raw-boned individual, without a pound of spare flesh on his figure. His hair and huge beard were like unto the color of an over-burned brick. His nose and all the upper portion of his face that was visible was also ver red, and Mervin Mackert, as he called himself, had the appearance of aman who had been a very hard drinker all his life. It filed Deadwood Dick with delight when he saw Glenroy and Brady depart, ‘*Now’s my opportunity,” he muttered, ‘' the best one I will have, very likely.” So, almost at once, he engaged in conversa- tion with the Emily’s captain, a genial old skip- per who had been the seas over many », time. The nature of the conversation may be sur- mised by our simply stating that when Dick showed his detective badge as authority for what ue said, the bluff old sailor became all at- tention. Dick talked long and to the point, and when he had finished, Gunner put out his hand warmly. ‘Tam glad you have told me about this,” he said, ‘‘ for I will now be able to clear my skirts of any responsibility in the matter. The order ela Glenroy gave me purporting to come from his father, is a masterpiece of forgery, and Lam well enough acquainted with George Glen- roy to know that he’ll make the young scamp smart for this escapade.” ‘Will you start to-night?” “Yes. Thesky is clear, and the indications of fair weather are good. Besides, it is full moon, and the weather baving moderated, we are likely to have a fine trip.” By six o’clock that night, a crew had been mustered, and everything was in readiness for the journey. Rats was also ‘‘ on deck.” Gil Glenroy then went to fetch his step-mother on board. ' At eight o’clock they arrived, bag and bag- age, and at nine o’clock, the Emily pulled out rom the the wharf, and steamed oceanward. It was not until after the launch was well out in the harbor, that, carrying a camp-stool, Mrs. Glenroy came out on the little deck, and seated herself in the stern near the companion way. She was well wenpees up, even though the night could not be called really cold, pretty brisk head wind was blowing down from the north, and so Captain Gunner decided not to put out too far, until the wind shifted; ac- cordingly, there was nothing left for the sailors to do but lounge about and take their ease. The night was a beautiful one, with a clear, starlit sky, and soaring full moon, whose mellow rays transformed the dancing waves into a norama of loveliness; but this peaceful beauty was destined to be rudely disturbed. A series of screams at the stern of the launch, caused all hands to rush thither. There they es A Deadwood Dick in Boston. saw Mrs, Glenroy desperately struggling with | 8Y Tar Human Tiger. By Albert W. Aiken..... the sailor Mackert, who, lifting the woman bodily, pitched ber overboard! fist on high. Cool!” with a wild laugh, he sprung overboard! avail. their grave in the deep! The crew rushed forward to seize him, bvt, Ropes were thrown out, but all to no Calvin Cool and his faithless wife had! found Dear reader, there is but little more to dd. | When the Emily arrived in Portland, Brady | and young Glenroy were seized to await a requisition from Boston, whither they were later sent for trial. and the sum left with Moses Mumb. This, | gether with the fifty thousand dollars, pard was not overlooked. Philade] phia en-route for the West. THE END, Deadwood Dick recovered the Cool diamovds, vo- was. turned over to Gertie and Cora, who, of course, substantially rewarded their ‘‘ best friend in all the world” as they called him; and his boy Shortly afterward, the two sleuths set out for Beadle’s Dime Library. 2 Tue Dare-Deviu. By Col. P. In am..... P 8 Kir Carson, Jk. By Buckskin Sam 4 Tae KIDNAPPER. oy we 8. Warne.:.. =... 5 Tue Frere Fens. » 8 fh. OS 7 6 Witpcat Bos. By Edward L. Wheeler oes 7 Deatu-Notcr, TuE Destroyer, Oll Coomes.. 8 Tae Heapiess HORSEMAN. 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By Joseph FE. er, Jr . 10c $1 Tar New York Swarr. By Albert W. Aiken., 10¢ | $2 B’moys or Yate. By John D. Vose 3 OG | 38 OvertanD Kir. By Albert W. Aiken . 10¢ | 84 Rocky Mountatn Ros. By Albert W. Aiken.. 10c 85 Kenruok, THE Sport. By Albert W. Aiken. 10c | 86 Inson Dick. By Albert W. Aiken. ....... , 100 | 87 Hirt, Taz Hunowsack, By J. H. Robinson.... 10c $8 Vetvs~ Hanp. By Alnvert W. Aiken. 10¢ 39 THe Russian Spy. By Frederick Whittaker. 10c 40 Tue Lone HArrep ‘ Parps.’ J. 2. Badger, Jr.. 10c 41 GoLp Dan. By Albert W. Aiken, . . ~~ 42 Tue CALIFORNIA Detective. A. W. Aiken,... 10¢ 43 DaxoTa Dan. By Oll Coomes OT ses | 44 Op Dan Rackspack, By Oll Coomes.. ... , 10¢ 45 Ovp Buiw’s Eye. By Jos. B. Badger, Jr...... 10¢ 46 Bowre-Knire Ben. By Oll Coomes........... 10¢ 47 Pactric Pete. By Jos E. Badger, Jr.......... 10¢ | 48 IpAno Tom, By Ol] Coomes. ie 225% ee | 49 Tur Wor Demon. By Albert W. Aiken...... 10¢ 50 Jack Ragparr. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr ... . 10e 51 Rep Ros, tHe Boy Roap-AGent. Oll Coomes,, 10c 52 Deara TRAILER. By. Wee: Fed yy i otc cs xs 10c 53 Sriver Sam. By Col. Delle Sara............., 10¢ 54 ALwAys ON Hann. Bv Philip 8. Warne...... 10e 55 Tae Scatp Hunters, By Capt. Mayne Reid... 10¢ 56 THE INDIAN Mazeppa, By Albert W, Aiken... 10c 57 THe Sitent Hunter. ~~ Perey B. St. John... 10¢ 58 Srtver Knire.. By Dr. J. H. Robinson... .... 10¢ 59 & MAN ¥YRoMTExas. By Albert W. Aiken. 10c¢ 60 Wipe Awake. Ry Frank Dumont............ 10¢ 61 CAPTAIN SEAWAIF, By Ned Buntline.......... 10¢ 62 LoyaL Hearr. By Gustave Aimard,... .... 10¢ 63 Tae Wsxcep Waar, By Aibert W. Aiken.... 10c 64 DousLe Sieur. By Jos. &. Badger, Jr 5 a0 Se | 65 THe Rep Ragan. By Capt. Fred. Whittaker. 10¢ | 66 Toe Specter Bargur. By Capt. Mayne Reid... 10¢ 67 Tue Boy Jockey. By Joseph F. Badger, Jr... 10¢ 68 Tue Ficutine Trapper, By J. F.C. Adams.. 10c 69 THe Tusa Capramyx, By Capt. F. Whittaker. 10¢ | 70 HypraBap, By Dr. J. H. Robinson.. saat" 71 Caprarn Coot Biapg. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.. 10¢e 7 THe PHantom Hann, By Albert W. Aiken. . 10c 73 Tue Kyiaut or THe Rep Cross. By Dr. J Robinson. ... ew RES! SH 10e 74 CAPTAIN OF THE RiriEs. Capt. Mayne Reid.. 10¢ 75 GENTLEMAN Gror@Er, By Albe pf en... 10¢ 76 THE —_— MUSKETEERS. eben Albany... 10¢ a — - _ oF iy ecg a pte Aiken.. i & Mysterious Spy. By A. M. nger.... 79 Joe Puerix. By Albert W. Aiken. ........ 10¢ 80 A Man or Ner . By Philip 8. Warne...... 10¢ ‘* Hal! ha!” he shrieked, shaking his clinched * ‘* Such is the vengeance of VUalvin 2 Iron Wrist. By Col. Thomas H. Monstery.. 83 GoLp ButLet Sport. By Buffalo Bill ae | 84 Hunrep Down. By Albert W. Aiken..... .. 10¢ 85 THe CrETAN Rover. By Col. P. Ingraham.... 10¢ 86 THE Bic Hunrrr. Author of “Silent Hunter.” 10c 87 THE ScarRLet Caprarn.’ By Col. Delle Sara ... 10¢ 88 Big Grorce. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr....... 10¢ 89 THe Pirate Prince. By Col. P.Ingraham.... 10¢ 90 Witp Wi. By Buckskin Sam..... .... .. 10¢ 91 THe WINNING Oar. By Albert W. Aiken. .. 10c 92 BurraLoBm, By Major Dangerfield Burr .. 10¢ 93 CapratIn Dick TaLBotT, By Albert W. Aiken.. 10¢ 94 FREELANCE, THE BuccANEFR. By Ingraham 10e 95 AZHORT, THE AxMAN. By Anthony P. Morris. 16¢ 96 DousLe Deats. By Capt. Fred. Whittaker. 10¢ 97 Bronze Jack. By Albert W. Aiken ., 10¢ 98 THE Rock Riper. By Capt. F. Whittaker.. . 10c 99 Tae Giant Rirteman. By Oll Coomes 10¢ 100 THE FRENCH Spy. By A. P. Morris.... ... 10e 101 THE Man From New Yorr. By A. W. Aiken. 10¢ 102 THE Maskep Bann. By George L. Aiken .. 10¢ 103 MERLE, THE MutTiNnerR. Col. P. Ingraham.. 10¢ 104 MonrEezuMa, THE Merciuires. By Ingraham. 10¢ #05 Dan Brown oF Denver. By Jos. E Badger. le 108 SHamus O’Brien. By Col. Delle Sara .. . We 107 ;RicHarp TaLsot oF Crynapar. By Aiken. 10¢ 108 |THe Duke or Dismonps. By Fred.Whittaker. 10¢ 109 | CAPTAIN Kyp. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 10¢ 110'/THe Stvent RirFLEMAN By H.W. Herbert 10e 111 Tar Smvuecier Caprary. By Ned Buntline. 10¢ 112 Jom Puenix, Private Detrcrive. Ky Aiken. 10¢ 113 THe Sea Supper. By Prof. J. H. Ingraham. 10¢e 114 THe GENTLEMAN FROM Pike. By P. 8. Warne 16¢ 115 THe Severep Heap. Bv Cant. F.Whittaker. 10¢ 116 Biack PLume, THE DEVIL OF THE SEA. By Col. P. Ingraham E ES 10¢ 117 Dasxina Danpy. By Major Dangerfield Burr. 10e 118 THe Burauar Captain. By J. H. Ingraham. 10¢ 119 ALaBAMAa Jor. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr.... 10¢ 120 THe Texan Spy. By Newton M. Curtis. 10¢e 121 THe Sea Caper. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 10¢ 122 Savi SapperDaY. By Ned Buntline .... . 10¢ 23 ALAPAHA, THE Squaw. By Francis Johnson. 10e 124 AssowaUM, THE AVENGER. Francis Johnson. 10¢ 125 Tae BuacksmiTrH Ovriaw. By H. Ainsworth. 10c 126 Tue Demon Duettst. By Col. T. H. Monstery. 10c 127 Son Scott, rHE MASKED Mixer. By Badger. 10c: Tue CHEVALIER Corsair. By the author of “Merle, the Mutineer,” <e ee 129 Mississrpr1 Mose. By Edward Willett..... 10¢ 180 Caprarn Votcano, By Albert W. Aiken.... 10e 131 Buckskin Sam. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham... 10¢: 1382 Nemo, Kine or THE Tramps. By Capt. Fred. Whittaker..2s.... .it.), ta Bi 133 Ropy, THE Rover’ By William Carleton.... 1¢ 134 DarRKIE Dan. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 135 THe Bush Rancer. By Francis Johnson.... 136 THe OvtTnaw-Henter. By Francis Johnson. 137 Lone BearD, THE GIantTSpy. By Oll Coomes, 138 THe Borprr Baxpits. Ry Francis Johnsvn. 139 Fire-Byr, sme SrA iin ‘By Ingraham 140 THE THREE SPANIAFDS. By George Walker.. 141 Equinox Tom. By Joseyh FE. Padger, Jr.... 1 142 Caprain Crimson. By Major Dangerfield Burr 10¢ 143 Tur Czar's Sry. By Thos, H, Monstery.... We 144 Huncunsck or Notrr-Dame, Victor Hugo.. 10¢ 145 Pisror Parps. By Wm. R. Fyster . P 10e- 148 Tae Docror Detrctive. By George Lemuel 10¢ 147 Goxtp Spur. By Col. Prentiss ]ngraham.... 10e. 148 Onz-ARMED AIF. By Oll Coomes : 10¢c:_ 149 Tue Borper RIFLES. Gustave Aimard.. 10c: 150 Ext Rustio Bravo, THE KING cF THE Sworp- MeN. By Col. Thomas Hoyer Monstery... . 10e: 151 Tae FREFBoOTERS, at ustave Aimard.... 10c: 152 CapraIN IRONNERVE. By Marmaduke Dey. 1l0c 153 THe Waite Scarprr. By Gustave Aimard. 10c 154 Joaguiy, THE SappLe Kina. By J.E. Badger. 10c 155 THe Corsam Quren. By Col. P. Ingraham. 10¢ 156 Vetiver Face. By Major Dangertield Burr. 10c 157 Mourap, THE MAMELUKE. By Col. Thomas Hoyer Monstery we , . le 158 Tae DoomeD Dozen. By Dr. Frank Powell... 10e 159 Rep Rupieger. By Capt. Fred’k Whittaker... 10ce 160 Sorr Hann, SHarp. By William R. Eyster.. 10¢- 161 Tae Wotves or New York. By A.W. Aiken. 10c 162 The Map Marimer. ByCol. P. Ingraham. 10e- 163 Ben Brion, THE TRAPPER Captain; or, RED- PATH, THE AVENGER. By Dr. J. H. Robinson. 16c . D. Clark ..-.. 10¢e 167 The MAN OF STEEL. By A. P. Morris... 10¢ 168 Witp Brit, THE Prstor Drap Srot. By Col Prentiss Ingraham. . ; pte os Sees 10¢ 169 CorporsL Caxnon. By Col]. Monstery.. ... ie 170 Sweer Wiriuuiam. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr .. 0e 171 Tiger Dick. 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nay Mi BEADLE'’S« H ALF- DIME« Published Livery Tuesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price’of Five Cents. BY PHILIP 8. WARNE. 6T Patent-Leather Joe: or, Old Rattlesnake, the Charmer. 175 Capvatn Arizona; or, Patent-Leather Joe's Big Game, 198 Captain Mask; or, Patent-Leather Joe’s Defeat. 219 Despard, the Duelist; or, The Mountain Vempires. B88 A ‘Tough Boy; or, The Dwart’s Revenge. 868 Little Tornado; or, The Outcasts of the Glen, 878 Little Jingo; or, the Queer Pard. 888 Little Oh-my 3 or, Caught in His Own Trap, 401 Little Shoo-F ly ; or, A Race for « Ranch. 408 Little Leather-Breeches ; or, Old Jumbo’s Curse, 481 Little Ah Sin; or, The Curse of Blood. 451 Colorado Kate. A Tale of the olines. 480 Three Jolly Pardas. 517 Jim Gladden’s Deputy. 527 The Jolly Pards to the Rescue, BY CAPTAIN FRED. WHITTAKER, 15 The Sea-Cat; or, The Witch of Darien, 29 The Dumb Page; or, The Doge’s Daughter, 48 Dick Darling, the Pony Express Rider. 150 Lance and Lasso; or, The Children of the Chaco. 154 The Sword Hunters; or, The Land of the Elephant Riders. 159 The Lost Captain; or, Skipper Jabez Coffin’s Cruise to the Open Polar Sea. 200 The Boy Bedoutns; or, The Brothers of the Plumed Lance, 214 Wolfgang, the Robber of the Rhine. 249 Milo Komer, the Anima! King; or, The Round the World Wanderer. 265 The igen, Tamer} or, The League of the Jungle. $81 Black Nick, the Demon Rider. 895 California Joe’s War Trall. BY BUCKSKIN SAM (Major Sam. &8, Hall.) 284 Old Rocky’s “‘ Boyees;” or, Benito, the Young Horse Breaker. 246 Giant Georges or, The Ang’! of the Range. 275 Arizona Jack ; or, Giant George’s Pard. 297 The Tarantula of Taos; or, Giant George’s Revenge. 807 The Strange Pard ; or, Little Ben’s Death Hunt. 818 ror. whoop Ker-whoo; or, The Tarantula of Taos. 827 Creeping at, the Caddo; or, The Red and White Pards. 882 Frio Fred; or, The Tonkaway’s Trast. 844 The Fighting Trio; or, Rattlesnake, the Tonkaway. 849 Wild Wolf or, Big-Foot Wallace to the Front. 7 The Ranch Raiders; or, The Siege of Fort Purgatory. 64 Snap-Shot, the Boy Ranger. See Chiota, the Creek; or, The Three Thunderbolts. +4 Bandera Bill; or. Frio Frank to the Front, 892 Romeo and the Reds; or, The Beleaguered Ranch. 404 Little Lariat; or, Pecan Pete’s Big Rampage. 42 The Sey rem seen) or, Old Rock he Rampage. e ree Trailers}; or, on the 442 Bluff Bills or, The Lynx of the Leona. 455 Little Lone Star} or, The Belle of the Cibolo. BY EDWARD WILLETT. 167 Asn Scott, the Steamboat Boy. 199 Featherweight, the Boy Champion of the Muskingum, 228 rk Alf; or, Fent erweight Among the Outlaws. ; 222 e¢ Typo Detectife ; or, Weasel, the Boy Tramp. 295 Feurless Phil; or, The King of Quarizville. 811 The Roving Sport} or, The Pride of Chuckaluck Camp, 822 Nemo, the Detective; or, Kit Kenyon's Vendetta. 840 Olip, the Contortionist; or, The Montana Vigilantes. BY J, ©. COWDRICK. 860 Silver-Mask, the Man of Mystery. $69 Shasta, the Gold King; or, For Seven Years Dead. 420 Bho Detective’s Apprentice; or, A Boy Without 424 Cibuta Johny or, Red-Hot Times at Bar, 489 Sandy Sam, the Street Scout, a a 467 Disco Dan, the Daisy Dude. 490 Broadwa sly. the Bootblack Bravo. 506 Redlight Ralph, the Prince of the Road. 514 Broadway Billy’s Boodle. 524 The Engineer Detective. 586 Broadway Billy's * Difikilty.” BY JO PIERCE. 397 Bob o’ the Bowery; or, The Prince of Mu Street. 15. The Vagabond Detect : 453 Hotspur Hob, the Birect Be teat Bob's Becens 460 The Lawyer's Shadow; or, Luke’s Legacy. 43 | anes Fg Mog Be Horse-King. ani ne Youn 504 Five Points Phil erryman Detective, BOS Jack Fagiters, th Boichr Boy Deactvg 516 Tartar m3; or, Five Points Phil's M bee er tay ie Mot, ~ Pier Detective. > xy the Pride of th Ba Jeff Flicker, the Static too pete Ware BY CAPT, MARK WILTON. 256 Young Kentuck; or, The Red Lasso rail Blizzard Ben; or, The Riot - $56 Josh, the Boy ‘Tenderfoot. Keno Camp, BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID. 8 Blue Dick; or, The Yellow Chief Ven, 7 The Land Pirates; or, T ance. {RY The Helpless Hand; tr bees, of Devil + alanda 289 The Gold-secker Guide 5 or, The Lost Mountain. BY MAJOR NENRY B. STODDARD, Ex-8cout. 806 Neck-Tie Ned; or, The Dy Ont P. 846 Rapier Raphael; or, The Seocdienen of Mivabionth BYI -Glove Kit, the Dandy of the Rockies. BOYS Kid-Glove Kit and Pard; or, The Gold King. 406 e Mad Man-Hunter; or, The Mystery : Gulch. — 505 Powell's Pard; or, The One-Armed Giant BY BRACEBRIDGE HEMYNG. 89 Ialand Jim; or, The Pet of the Famil 91 The Captain of th 0 Rival Athletes, 201 Jack Harkavay in Noe rhe Tvl ‘ . : * ot oa , Petes, . hae eS aS 4 Pome See, ee See. BY ALBERT W, AIKEN, 11 The Two Detectives; or, The Fortunes ofa Bowery Girl. 76 Abe Colt, the Crow-Killer. , 7% Sol Ginger, the Giant Trapper. 268 Joe Buek of Angels and His Boy Pard. 447 New York Nat. A Tale of Tricks and Traps in Gotham, 458 New England Nick; or, lhe Fortunes of a Foundling, 464 Nimble Riek, the Circus Prinee. A498 ‘Tunos Ted, toe Arizona Sport. 510 Cool Colorado, the Hall-Breed Detective, 515 Cool Colorado in New York. BY GEORGE WALDO BROWNE. 86 Randy Rocks the Man ‘rom Texas. 90 The Drend Kider; 0, The Texan Duelist. 99 The Tiger of Taos; or, Dandy Rock’s Angel 115 The Mad Miner: or, Dandy Rock’s Doom. 181 The Golden Hand; or, Dandy Rock to the Resene, 164 Dandy Rock’s Pledge; or, Hunted to Death. 178 Dandy Rock’s Rival; or, The |:aunted Maid of Taos. BY CAPT. J. F. C. ADAMS, 84 Oregon Sol; or, Nick Whiffles’s Boy Spy. 46 Glnas-Eye, the Great Shot of the West, 54 Ned Hazel, the Boy Trapper. 56 Nick Whiffles’s Pets or, Ir The Valley of Death. 60 The White Indian; or, The Scout of the Yellowstoma 70 Old Zip’s Cabiny or, The Greenhorn in the Woods. S1 taettatnn Jo, the Terror of the Prairie. 85 Buck Buekram ; or, Bess, the Female Trapper, 247 Old Grizzly and Hia Petas or, The Wild Huntress, 251 Light-house Lige; or, Osceola, the Firebrand. 257 The Lost Hunters; or, The Underground Camp, 288 The Scalp King; or, The Human Thunderbolt, BY ROGER STARBUCK, 25 The Boy Captain; or, The Pirate’s Daughter. 114 The Black Schooner; or, Jib Junk. the Old Tar, 259 The Golden Harpoon; or, Lost Among the Floes, 848 Fire-Heels: or, Old Skinflint, the Death-Shadow. 854 Rie Horn Ike, the HIll Tramp; or, The Odd Pards, The Phantom Light-house, +3 TO ..ccoaner Den, the Reef-Runner, BY WILLIAM R, EYSTER, 190 Dandy Darke} or. The Tigers of High Pine. 210 Faro Frank} or, Dandy Darke’s Go-Down Pards, BY COLONEL DELLE SARA, 108 The Lion of the Sea; or, The Vailed Lady. / 186 Cool Desmond; or, The Gambler’s Big Game, BY HARRY 8ST. GEORGE, 80 Roaring Ralph Rockwood, the Ranger. 44 Rattling Rube; or, The Nighthawks of Kentucky, 59 Old Hickory ; or, Pandy Ellis’s Sealp. 108 Daring Davy; or, The ty 166 Hickory Harry; gr, The 4 172 Thunderbolt Tom; or, the W« BY JAMES L. BOWEN 107 ae 3 ape Sim: or, The Abandoned Forest Home. 110 The Black Steed of the Prairies, A Story of Texas. BY ©. DUNNING CLARE, 185 Captain Panl; or, The Boy Spy of the Meuntaina, 280 The Yankee Rajah} or, The Fate of the Black Sherest, BY GEORGE C. JENKS. 485 Git Thar Owney, the Unknown, 492 Git Thar Owney’s Pl 518 The Demon Doctor, BY CAPT. ALFRED B. TAYLOR, TU, 8. A, 191 Beffele Billy, the Boy Bullwhacker; oz “The Deemed rlieen. 194 Buffalo BUll’s Bet; or, The Gambler Guide, BY CHARLES E. LASALLE, 50 Kurt Bunker, the Trapper. 52 The White Buffalo. A Tale of the Northwest. BY JOHN J. MARSHALL. 40 Roving Ben._A Story of a Young American, 97 The Outlaw Brothers; or, The Captive of the Harpes. BY WM. G, PATTEN, 489 The Diamond Sport: or, The Deuble Face of Bed Rock, 519 Captain Myatery ; oF, Five ip One. 581 Dalsy Dare, the Sport from Denver. BY MAJOR E. L, 8ST. VRAIN, 292 Sancho Pedro, the Boy Bandit. 801 Leadville Nick, the Boy Sport. Reet eter ian, a acs, rimatone Bob, ap is Lightning Horse Qua: 852 Tombstone Tom, the Arizona Boy of “ noe Sti Kingbelt Ohrig, the Yours Hsrd-Sholl Dettive n la, the Young Hard-Shell De B80 Avalanche Alf, the Foothills Guide. 890 Jaguar Joe, of the Mount.in Mail-Line. BY EDWARD 8. ELLIS. $ ort Bia ton, Trapper. © ones; or, The Capti f th 10 Nat Todd; or, The Fate of the Sloux Coping, 21 The Frontier Angel. 98 The Boy Miners: or, The Enchanted Tsland. 182 The Hunted Hunter} or, The Strange Horseman, © Half-Blood ; or, The Panther of the Plains, 271 The H-:ge Munter ¢ or, The Steam Prairie Man, BY MAJOR LEWIS W. CARSON, 278 The Three Tra . The Mount> 888 Indian Joo} or, The White Spitit of the Hite BRARY. No Double Numbers, ~ BY W. J. HAMILTON, 68 The Red Brotherhood; or, The Twelve Avengem 66 Single Hand; or, A Life for a Life. 72 Mad Tom Western, the Texan Ranger. 887 Ben Bird, the Cave King; or, Big Pete’s Scoop. BY JACK FARRAGUT. 815 Ned, tho Cabin Boy. Sam Tae Bee GB reeress; of, The Boy Shippam BY FRANK BUMONTP. 180 The Branded Hand: or, The Man of Myvtary, 127 Wild-Fire, the Boss of the Road. 140 Blue Blazes? or, The Break o’ Day Boys of Rody ee 171 Ebony Dan: or, The Rival Leagues. 185 Evtl Eve; or, The Vultures of the Rio Grande, BY LIEUT. Il. D. PERRY, U. 8. N. 1 he Boy Runaway; or, The Buccaneer of the Bay. 1 he Sea Trailer; or, A Vow Well Kept, 1 Daptain Kit; or, The Mystery of Montauk Peint. ° BY HARRY HAZARD, 828 Arkansaw Jack; or, The Scourge of the Mines, $29 Red-Skin Tom; or, The Demon’s Trail, 842 The Mountain Devil; or, Yellow Jack, the Outlaw, BY COL. A. F. HOLT. 899 Black Buckskin; or, The Masked Men ef Death Canyes- 419 Kenneth, the Knife-King. 485 Little Lightfoot, the Pilot of the Woods, BY J. W. OSBON, 469 The Rival Giant« of Nowhar’. 498 Cactus Burr, the Man from Hard Lack, 587 Old Buckeye, the Sierra Shadow BY FREDERICK DEWEY, 818 Cimarron Jack, the King-Pin of Rifle-Shote 478 Tangemund, the Desert Detective, 642 The Canyon Pards. MISCELLANEOUS AUTHORS, 4 The Wild-Horse Munters. By Capt. Mayne Reid ané Frederick Whittaker. 9 Adventures of Baron Munchausen, 12 Gulliver’s Travels, By Dean Swift - 14 Aladdin; or, The Wonderful Lamp. .. 16 Robinson Crusé@e. (27 Iilust 2.) 18 Sindbad the Sailor. His Seven Voyages. 22 The Sea Serpent; or, The Boy Robinson Crosoa By Jaap w 88 The Ocean Bloodhoundy or, The Red Pirates of the Carribees, By 8, W. Pierce. : 86 The Boy Clown; or, The Queen of the Arona, By Frank he nn. 88 Ned Wylde, the Boy Scout. By Texas Jack. 51 The Boy Rifles; or, The Undergreund Camp. By Archie ¢. Irons. 95 The Rival Rovers; or, The Freebooterr +! the Mississtppl. By Lieut.-Col. Hazeltine. 98 Robin Hood, the Vutlawed Earl; or, The Merry - -cu of Green wood. By Prof. Gildersleeve. 105 Old Rube, the Hunter; or, The Crew Captive. By Captain Hamilton Holmes. 112 The Mad Hunter; or, The Cave ef Death. By Durton Saxe, 124 Tippy, the Texans or, Tae Yeung Champion. Dy George lepson. 128 The Young Privateers or, The Pirnic’s Stronghold, By Harry Cave: 148 Sharp Sam; or, The Adventures of s Friendless boy, By J, Alexander Patten. 227 Dusky Darrell, bay es or, The Green Ranger of the Yel- lowstone. By Edward 261 Fergus Fearnaught, the New York Bey. By George L. Aiken. 266 Killb’ar, the Guide; or, Davy Crockett’s Crooked Trail By Ensign C. D. Warren. 298 Red Claw, the One-Eyed Trapper; or, The Maid of the Clift By Captain Comstock. 817 Peacock Pete, the Lively Lad from Leadvilie. By Liew tenant Alfred Thorne. 828 The Sky Ibe‘ective; or, A Boy's Fight for Life and Honos, By Maior Mickey Free. 850 Red Ralph, the River Rovers or, The Brother’s Re- venge. By Ned Buntline. . 865 Baltimore Ben, the Bootblack Detective. By A. P. Morris 874 Geld-Dust Tom; or, Ben’s Double Match. By.George H, oree, 876 California Joe’s First Trail. By Colonel Thomas Hoyer Monstery. 418 Billy Bombshell, the Cliff Climber. By F. S. Winthrop. 440 Little Foxfoot, the Gold Bowie Kid. By Arthur C, Grissom, 475 The Black Ship. By John S. Warner. . 484 Comanche Dick and His Three Invincibles. Henry J. Thomas. 528 Wizard-Arm, the Dandy Sport. By Arthur F, Holt, 582 The Cowboy Duke. By Edwin Brooke Forrest, A New Issue Every Tuesdays The Half-Dime Library is for sale by all newsdealers, five cents per copy, or sent by mail on receipt of six cents each, BEADLE AND ADAMS, Publishers, 98 William Street, New York By op >
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P= = mn a8 y mR ARE ES BY EDWARD L. WHEELER. Deadwood Dick Novels. 1 Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road. 20 Double paaners | or, Deadwood Dick’s Defiance, 28 Bulfalo Ben; or, Deadwood Dick in Disguise. 85 Wilda Ivan, the Boy Claude Duval, 42 Phantom Miner; or, Deadwood Dick's Bonanza, 49 Omaha bo | or, Deadwood Dick in Danger. 5. Deadwood Dick’s Eagles; or, The Pards of Flood Bar, 78 Deadwood Dick on Deck; or, Calamity Jane, the Heroine, | @? Corduroy Charlie 3 or, Deadwood Dick’s Last Act, 100 Deadwood Dick in Leadville. 104 Deadwood Dick’« Device: or, The Double Cross Sign. 109 Dendwood Dick as Detective. 129 Deoéveck Dick's Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon’s Gulch. 188 Blonde Bill; or, Deadwood Dick’s Home Base. 149 A Game of Golds or, Deadwood Dick’s Big Strike. 156 Deadwood Dick of Deadwood} er, The Picked Party. / 195 Deadwood Dick’s Dream; or, The Riv: ls of the Road. : 201 The Black Hilla Jezebel; or, Deadwood Dick’s Ward. | 205 Deadwood Dick's Doom; or, Calanity Jane's Last Ad- | venture, 217 Captain Crack-Shot, the Girl Brigand. 221 Sugar-Coated Sam; or, The Black Gown. . 282 Gold-Duat Dick. A Rowance of Rough. and Toughs, 268 Deadwood Dick's Divide or, The Spirit of Swamp 268 Deadwood Dick’s Death Trail. i B09 Deadwood Dick’s Big Deals or, The Gold Br Oregon, | 821 Dendwood Dick's Dezen ; or, The Fakir of Phantom FR +. B47 Deadwood Dick’s Ducats; or, Rainy Days in the Dig- ings. M 851 feadwood Dick Sentenced; or, The Terrible Vendetta 862 Deadweed Dick’s Clalm; or, The Fairy Face of Faro ate. 405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City. 410 Bendweed Dick’s Diamonds; or, The Mystery of Joan uorter, 421 Deadwood Dick in New York; or, A “ Cute Care.” 430 Deadwood Pick’s Dust; or, The Chained Hand, 448 Deadwood Dick, Jr. 448 Nickel-Plate Nedj or, Deadwood Dick Jr's Defiance. 458 Sunflower Sam, of Shasta; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Full Hand, 459 Flush Fan, the Ferret; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Big Ronnd- 465 Phito Fly, of Phenix; or, Deadwood Dick Je’s Racket at Claim 10. 471 Rezeman Bill; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Corral. A776 Mumboldt Harry, the Hurricane; or, Deadwood Dick Jr's Dog Detective. 481 Moll Mystery; or, Deadwood Dick Jr. in Deadwood. 491 Prince Piatol, the King of the West; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’a Compact. 496 Monte Criato, Jr.t or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Inheritance, 500 Deadwood Dick's Diggings ; or, Dr. Death-Grip’s Swoop. 508 Deadwood Dick’s Deliverance, 515 Deadwood Dick's Protegee. 522 Deadwood Dick’s Three. 529 Deadwood Dick's Danger Dacks, 4 Deadwood Dick’s Death Hunt. 89 Deadwood Dick Jr., in Texans, 544 Deadwood Dick, Jr., the Wild Weat Vidoog. falo Demon. na Girl Dead-Shot. “hieo te by Fe Weikester! EEO She: itive Dic , 26 Cloven Hoof, the 82 Bob Woolf; or, T 89 Death-Fuace, Detective; or, Life in New York. 45 Old Avalanche; or, Wild Edna, the Girl Brigand, 5683 Jim Blu r., the Boy Phenix. 61 Baek orn ly or, The Red Rifle Team, 69 Gold Rifle, the Sharpshooter; or, The ory Detective, 80 Rosebud Rob Lan ugget Ned, the Kuight. iner 3 or, Rosebud Rob on Hand, s 96 Watch-Eye 3 or, Araba and Angels of a Great City, 118 Jack Moyle the Young Speculator, 117 Gilt. ick, the Sport Detective 33 Gasansn Chin, oe Girl Sport. oO ” a er. 188 Benet coy trey of Bootblacks, 141 Solfd Sam, the Boy Road-Agent. LE 145 oo ra Ferret, the New York Detective; or, Boss Bob’s 088 gO0. : 161 New York Nell, the Boy-Girl Detective, 17? Nobby Nick of Nevada; or, The Sierras Seamps. 181 Wild Frank, the Buckskin Bravo. 209 Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective, 218 Fritz to the Front; or, The Ventriloquist Hunter, 26 Snoozer, the Boy Sharp; or, The Arab Detective, 286 Apollo Bill, the Trail Tornado. 240 Cyclone Kit, the Young Gladiator, 244 Sierra Sam, tho Frontier Ferret. 248 Slerra Sam’s Seeret; or, The Bloody Footprints, 258 Sierra Sam’« Pard; or, The Angel of Big Vista. 258 Slerra Sam’s Seven; or, The Stolen Bride, 278 Jumbo Joey, the Boy Patrol; or, The Rival Heirs, 277 Denver Doll, the Detective Queen. 281 Denver Doll's Victory. 2X5 Denver Doll's Decoy ; or. Little Bill’s Bonanza, 291 Turk, the Boy Ferret. 296 Denver Doll's Drift; or, The Road Queen. 299 A No. 1, the Dashing Toll-Taker. £08 ’Liza Jane, the Girl Miner; or, the Iron-Nerved Sport. 825 Kelley, Hickey & Co,, the Detectives of Philadelphia, 880 Little Quick-Shot; or, The Dead Face of Daggersville, 884 Kangaroo Kit; or, The Mysterious Miner. 889 Kangaroo Kit’s Racket. 848 Manhattan Mike, the Bowery Blood. 858 Virat-Class Fred, the Gent from Gopher. 868 yreke Jim, the Gold-Gatherer 3 or, The Lottery of 3. 872 Yreka Jim’s Prize. 878 Nabob Neds or, The Secret of Slab City. 882 Cool Kit, the King of Kids; or, A Villain’s Vengeance. 885 Yreka J) Joker; or, The Rivals of Red Nose, 889 Bieycle pea or, The Lion of Lightning Lode, 894 Yreka Jim of Yuba Dam. 400 Wrinkles, the Night-Watch Detective. 416 Wigh Hat Warry, the Base Ball Detective, 426 Sam Slabsldes, the Beggar-Boy Detective, — 484 Jim Benk and Pal, Private Detectives, 488 Santa Fe Sal, the Slasher, 486 Seulskin Sam, the Sparkler. BEA DL I* H ALF- DIME* LIBRARY. Published Every Tuesday. Each Is8e Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents. No Double Numbers. \ BY COLONEL PRENTISS INGRAHAM, he Flying Yankee; or, The Ocean Outcast. 17 Ralph Roy, the Koy Buccaneer; or. The Fugitive Yacht, irk Ler The Mystery of the Yellowstone, ‘he Shadow Ship: or, Tlie Rival Lieutenants. 75 Tihe Boy Duelist: or, The Cruise of the Sea-Wolf, 102 Dick Dend-Eye, the Boy Smuggier. Thle Sea-Devil; or, The Midshipman’s Legacy. 116 The Hussar Captains or, The Hermit of Hell Gate, 197 Little Grits or, Bessie, the Stock-Tender’s Daughter. 204 Gold Plume; or, The Kid-Glove Sport. 216 Bison Rill, the Prince of the Reins. 222 Grit, the bravo Sport; or, The Woman Trailer. 229 Orimson Kate; vr, The Cowboy’s Triumph, 287 Lene Star, the Cowboy Captain. 245 Verle, the ddy ; or, The Freelance Heir. 250 ‘he } ldshipman Mutineer or, Brandt, the Buccaneer, 264 tne Floating Feather; or, Merle Monte’s Treasure sland, 26° The Gold Ship; or, Merle, the Condemned. 226 Bove Monte’s Crulse; or, The Chase of “The Gold S5ip. . ? - 280 Merle Monte’a Fate ; or, Pearl, the Pirate’s Bride, 284 The Sea Marander; or, Merle Monte’s Pledge. 257 Billy Binewiyem the Boy Rover of the Rio Grande. 804 The Dead Shot Dandy ¢ or, Benito, the Boy Bugler. 808 Keno Kit; or, Dend Shot Dandy’s Double. 814 ee Myasterfeae Marauder; or, The Boy Bugler’s Long ruil. | 8TT Bonodel, the Boy Rover; or, The Flagless Schooner. 858 The Indian Piet; or, The Search for Pirate Island. 887 Warpath WII, the Boy Phantom. B08 Seuwalf, the Boy Lieutenant. : 402 Isodor, the Young Conspirator; or, The Fatal League. | 407 The Boy Insurgent; or, The Cuban Vendetta. 412 The Wild Yachtamanys or, The War-Clouu’s Cruise, 429 Duncan Dare, the Boy Refugee. 488 A Cabin Boy’s Luck; or, The Corsair. AST The Sea Raider. 441 The Ocean Firefly ¢ or, A Middy’s Vengeance. 446 Haphazard Marry) or, The Seapegrace of the Sea, 450 Wizard Will; or, The Boy Ferret of New York, 454 Wizard Will's Street Scouta. 462 The Born Guide; ov, The Sailor Boy Wanderer. 468 Neptune Ned, the Hoy Conster. 474 Flora: or, Wivard Will's Vagabond Pard. 488 Ferrets Afloat or, Wizard Will's Last Case. AST Nevada Ned, the Revolver Ranger. 611 The Outlawed Middy. 620 Buckskin BULL, the Coinanche Shadow. 525 Brothers in Buckskin, 530 The Buckskin Bowers, 585 The Bue skin Rovers, 540 Gaptain Ku-Klux, the Marander ot the Rio, 5645 Licutenant Leo, the Son of Lafitte. BY CHARLES MORRIS, 118 Will Somers, the Boy Detective. 122 Phil Wardy, ie Bova vy. 126 Plier mane vet t, ‘Sayers, the Dog Detective ihe Hero LM Rage. 42 Matisisome f° ¥, the bootbluck Detective, 147 WIll Wildtre, ue Thoroughbred. 152 Black Bea», Wil! Wildire's Racer. 157 Mike Merry, the Harbor Police Boy. 162 Will Wildfire tn the Woods, 165 Billy B » the Railroad Boy. 170 A Trump Card; or, Wil! Wildtire Wins and Loses, 174 Bob Rockett; or, My-teries of New York. 179 Bob Rockett, the Bank Runner, 4 oy pee = gre { ri ah Spader ay Mens ‘ r aly » the Life Boat Boy; or, The Smugglers, 189 pre Rocket 3 or, Driveo to the Wall. ad 96 Bhadowed ¢ or, Bob Korkett's Fight for Life. 06 Dark Paul, the Tiger King, 12 Dashing Dave, the Dandy Detective. Tom Tanner; or, The Black Sheep of the Flock. 225 Sam Charcoal the Premiwn Darky. 285 Shadow Sam, the Messenger Boy. 242 The Two ** Blooda”; or, Shenandoah Bill and His Gang, 252 Dick Dashaway 3 or, A Dakota Boy in Serene. 39 4 Young Sharps: or, Rollicking Mike’s Hot Trail 274 Jolly dim, the Detective Apprentice. 289 Jolly Jim’s Job; or; The Young Detective. 298 The Water-Houad: or, The Young Thoroughbred, 805 Pasheway, of Dakota; or, A Western Lad in the Quaker “ity. 824 Ralph Ready, the Hotel Boy Detective. 841 Tony Thorne, the Vagabond pig ma 858 The Reporter-Detective ;.or, Fred Flyer’s Blizzard, B67 Wide-Awake Joe} or, A Boy of the Times. zy larre. the Leveler; or, The Bloods of the Boulevard. 08 Fire y Jack, the River-Rat Detective, The Lost Finger} or, The Entrapped Cashier. 428 Fred Flyer, the Reporter Detective. 482 Invincible Lo un, the Pinkerton Ferret. 456 Billy Brick, the Jolly Vagabond. 466 Wide-Awake Jerry, Detective; or, Entombed Alive. A479 Detective Dodge: or, The Mystery of Frank Hearty. 488 Wild Dick Racket, 501 Boots, the Boy Fireman} or, Too Sharp for the Sharper. BY JOSEPH E. BADGER, JR. 2 Yellowstone Jack ; or, The Trapper. 48 Black John, the Road-Agent; or, The Outlaw’s Retreat, 65 Hurricane Bill; or, Mustang Sam and His Pard. 119 Mustang Sam $ or, The King of the Plains. 186 Night-HMawk Kits or, The Daughter of the Ranch. 144 Dainty Lance the Boy Sport. 151 Panther Paul; or, Dainty Lance to the Reseue. 160 The Black Giant; or, Dainty Lance in Jeopardy. 168 Deadly Dash; or, Fighting Fire with Fire. 184 The Boy Traflers; or, Dainty Lance on the War-Path. 208 The Boy Parday; or, Dainty > Unmasks. 211 Crooked Cale, the Caliban of Cel City. 810 The Barranca Wolf; or, The tiful Decoy. 819 The Black Rider; or, The Horse-Thieves’ League. 885 01 uble Fists or, The Strange Guide. 855 The King of the Woods: or Daniel Boone’s Last Trail, 4A9 Kit Fox, the Border Boy Detective. 7 BY BUFFALO BILL (Hon. Wm. F. Gedy), 8 Kansas Kings; or, The Red Right Hand. 19 The Phantom Spy: or, Ihe Pilot of the Prairie, 55 Deadly-Eye, the Unknown Scout. 68 Border Robin Hood; or, The Prairie Rover. 158 Fancy Frank of Colorado; or, The Trapper’s Trust, BY OLL COOMES, 5 Vagabond Joe, the Young Wandering Jew. 18 The Dumb Spy. 27 Antelope Abe, the Boy Guide, 81 Keen-Knife, the Prince of the Prairies, 41 Lasso Jack, the Young Mustanger. 58 The Border King 3 or, The Secret Foe. 71 Delaware Dick, the Young Renger Spy. 74 Uawk-eye Marry the Young Trapper Runger. 88 Rollo, the por Ranger. 184 Sure Shot Seth, the Boy Rifleman. Scar-Face Saul, the Silent Hunter, 146 Silver Star, the Boy Knight. 158 Eagle Kit, the Boy Demon. 168 Little Texas, the Young Mostanger. 178 Old Solitary, the Hermit Trapper. 182 Little Hurricane, the Boy Captain. 202 Prospect Pete; or, The Young Outlaw Hunters, 208 The Boy Hercules: or, The Prairie Tramps. 218 Tiger Tom, the Texas Terror, 224 Dashing Dick; or, Trapper Tom's Castle. 228 Little Wildfire, the Young Prairie Nomad. 288 The Parson Detective; or, The Little Rea 248 The Diaguised Guide; or, Wild Raven, the Ranger, 260 Dare-Devil Dan, the Young Prairie Ranger. 2T2 Minkskin Mike, the Boy Sharpshooter. 290 Little Foxfire, the Boy Spy. 800 The Sky Demon ; or, Rainbolt, the Ranger. 884 Whip-King Joe, the Boy Ranchero. 409 Hercules; or, Dick, the Boy Ranger. 417 Webfoot Mose, the Tramp Detective, 22 Baby Sam, the Boy Giant of the Yellowstone. 444 Little Buckakin, tne Young Prairie Centaur. 457 Wingedtoot Fredy or, Old Polar Saul. 468 Tamarac Tom, the Big Trapper Boy. 478 Old Tom Rattler, the Red River Upidemic. 482 Stonewall Bob, the Boy Trojan, BY T. ©, HARBAUGH. Nick o° the Night; or, The Boy Spy of ’76. 7 The Hidden Lodge; or The Littl- Hunter. 47 Righpings\e Nat; or, Tne Forest Captains, 64 pene y Jacks or, The Outlaws of the Oregon Trails. 82 Kit Harefoot the Wood-Howk. 94 Midnight dack 5 or, The Boy Trapper. 06 Old Frosty, the Guide; or, The White Queen, 8 Kiowa Charley the White Mustanger. Judge Lynch, dr.t or, The Boy Vigilante. Gold Trigger, the Sport; or, The Girl Avenger. Tornado Tomy; or, Injun Jack From Red Core. see LE CAS 2 8 5 6 8 9 J “a Zz Ss < & 2 4 5. r the Boy Gold Hunter. _ gue Captain Bul 241 BM Bravo; or, Tie Rowghe of the Rockies, 25y Captain (aes the Kiing-Pin#< Bowie, 267 The Bucks 279 Old ween or, The Buckskin Desperadoes. ’ 866 Velvet Foot, the Indian Detective. - 86 Captain Cutinan or, ‘he B ceaneer’s Girl Fee, 96 Row h Robs or, The !'win Champions of Blue Blazes, All The ‘Shiken Lives or, The Rose ef Ranch Robin, & Felix Fox, the Boy Spotter. Texas Trump, the Border Rattler. 486 Phil Flash, the New York Fox. 445 The City Vampires; or, Red Rolfe's Pigece. 461 One Againat Fifty; or, The Last Maa of Keno Bar. 470 The Boy Shadow; or, Felix Fox's Hunt. ATT The Excelsior Sport; or, The Washington Spotter. A499 Single Sight, the One-Eyed Sport. 502 Branded Ben, the Night Ferret. 512 Dodger Dick, the WharfSpy Detective. 521 Dodger Dick's Rest xe. 528 Fox and Falcon, the Bowery Shadows, 588 D r Dick, the Dock Ferret. | 548 Dodger Dick’s Double ; or, The Rival Boy Detectives, LATEST AND NEW ISSUES. Randy And , A Good Man Down. By P. S. Warne. B45 Mert. the? Pht express Detective. By J. C. Cowdrick. Ee Ne le, the Boy Shadow, By Jo Pieree. 551 Nick Nettle, the Boy Shadow, ‘0 552 Ariel, the Athlete. By David Druid. B58 Dodeer Dick’« Desperate Case. By T. C. Bakous. 554A nendweed Dick, Jr., In Gotham, ‘By E. L. Wheeler, bbb The Creole Corsair. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 556 Lariat ih: or, The Cast fora Life. By Philip 8, Warne, BS? Broadway Billy’« Death Racket. By J, C. Cowdriek, B58 The Sure-Shot Pards. Py Arthur C. Grisson. 559 Harlem Jack, the Office Boy Detective. By Jo Pierce, 560 Pawnee Bill, the Prairie Shadower. By Col. P. Ingraham, 561 Deadwood Dick in Boston. By Edward L. Wheeler. 562 Blundering Basil, the Hermit Boy Trapper, By Ol! Coomes, 568 Dodger Dick, the Boy Vidocq. By T. C. Har augh. Ready May 8. 564 Powder Phil, the Boy Miner, By John W. Osbon. Ready May 15. 565 Kent Kingdon, the Card King. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, Ready May 22. 566 The Secret Service Boy Detective. By Charles Morria, Ready May 29. . ‘ 567 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Philadetphia, By Edward L. Wheeler. Ready June 5. — is ; A New Issue Every Tuesday. The Half-Dime Library is for sale by all newsdealers, five cents per copy, or sent by mail on receipt of six centeeach, + BEADLE AND ADAMS, Pub ‘ , 98 William Street, York, a ei