Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 588) (1888 10 30)
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Ya i Entered at the Post Office at New York, N. Y., at Second Class Mail Rates. No. 588, 82:50 a Year. PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY BEADLE AND ADAMS, | Price, No. 98 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. 5 Cents. Vol. XXIII. THE FRIEND INDEED. A Romance of the Pirate’s Legacy. BY JO PIERCE, AUTHOR OF ‘ BOB 0’ THE BOWERY,” ‘“‘ TARTAR TIM,” “ JEFF FLICKER,” ‘‘ THE LAW- YER’S SHADOW,” ETC. CHAPTER I. A STRANGE MANUSCRIPT. **So you really believe in the pirates’ treas- ” “T p'lieve in it fully—ain’t got an artom o’ doubt.” * Do you suppose there is much of it?” ‘* Millions o? dollars, an’ all buried in the ocean with the bones o’ the old pirates.” ea = ag a Wh, WA Hoye WAS eo HE BEGAN TO DIG AT THE LITTLE MOUND RAPIDLY WITH HIS HANDS, THE SAND GIVING WAY READILY, October 30, 1888. eS
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“Tt dazzles me to think of it, Jack,” *’T will dazzle ye more to handle the gold an’ silver when we git it,” ‘* Yes—when we do get it!” : ‘Now don’t ye be skepfterkil, Al; that ain’t the way ter set out in a great scheme,” “That's a fact, Jack, and I will worry your loyal soul no more. Only give me a chauce for one more question; Why hasn’t somebotiy else » fou.d the treasure before now?” ‘‘ Because only a few knew of it, an’ them as did were not inclined ter look for it, Tl ex- plain how ’twas pretty soon, but let me show ye the paper, first.” The speakers were two boys who sat in the attic of an humble house on the southern shore of Long Island. Rain was falling on the roof over their heads with a ceaseless patter, and the day was cold and dreary for the season, but the boys cared rothing for the storm, for their rude quarters, or for anything but the subject of their conversation, Neither was yet seventeen years old, yet one, John Lee, was the owner of the house and a few acres of land which surrounded it, The boy hardly knew himself by the name of ‘‘Jobn Lee.” He had always been called Jack, and this was frequently changed into ‘ Jack-o’- Lantern,” a sobriquet given him because he was of such a lively, erratic nature, He was a small, compactly built Jad, with black kair, dark skin and bright black eyes, His ancestors had been Gypsies, and the wild blood of their nature was not entirely extinct in Jack. His companion, Albert Bufort, was taller and more slender. He was fair-baired, pleasant and well-bred, and had ways that favorably impressed every one. He had enjoyed greater advantages than Jack, but the two were friends, tried and true, As Jack spoke he arose and went to a little red box which, after some trouble, be unlocked with arusty Ley. There were several papers inside, and he took out one which was yellow with age and well-worn around the edges. This he handed to Albert with the terse order: “Read!” Alsaw several lines of faded writing in a queer, old fashioned style of penmansbip, but it was easily deciphered, despite certain pecul- larities of spelling and expressions, and he read aloud: ¢ “T, Shubal Gaylor, being now near unto ye point of death, doe herebye make this, my last worldly statement, and doe call upon all who read toe give heed untoe my words “T was a wilde boy and a wilds man, and tho’I had goode moral training, 1 grew upp in ways not in keeping with ye doctrin-s of ye church which my goode parents served soe well. Ye name under which lived, and which here I give, was not my owne lawful name, mor will I give untoe ye reader ye name which was mine by baptism. These thinggs concern not any save myself. Nevetber need I tell ye full story of my life. . ‘Near as I am untos death I will nott say I am sorry for ye ways which were mine, for they gave me pleasure att one time, but sure it is they cutt me off from ye best part of ye world and made mea hermit, lone and drear, in this, mine old age. Wreng- doing always does ye like of that. “Suffice it toe say that I was a member of old Captain Chubbock’s pre te crew, and now will I tell of be loss of ye goode shippe, Flying Feather. We had met with moar than good luck, and in our shippe we carried much gold and silver in coin, as well as bullion taken from a Spanish galleon, There was blood on every dollar—ye blood of men slain by us toe get it—but such is ye fate of war. Our minds were eassy, and some saide they would leave ye sea and bee landed gentlemen from that day forth, ** Ye il) luck came about in a way like untoe this: We.were off ye land in a dark night when & squall struck us heavily on our port side. Our canvas‘was phe away as tho’ by giants’ hands, and we drove rapidly down upon ye land, Old Captain Chubbock had ye anchor dropt, but it would not hold, and we drove uppon ye worst Jedge of rocks it was ever my misfortune toe meet. Straightway we began toe sink, and noe boat could be launch*d for ye waves , which were rolling with ye greatest fury; and we were all washt from ye deck and ye shippe sank in deep water. “Of all rep gaJlant crew I was ye only one toe reach shore alive. When morning came ye rest lay dead on ye beach, and there lay I with one hippe erushed from contact with ye jagged rocks, That injury was my death, and my hours, they are few, bur hefore I die one word will I say. “When ye goode shippe sank she carried down with her greate wealth in gold and silver coin, and ia bullion, gathered by us from captured shippes, wherefor no owner exists, for ye same were slain by us when we did take ye crafts. My burt has been so grievious that 1] have never been able toe get toe ye sbippe, and I would let ye treasure lie hid forever under ye wave, but my present host, John Lee, hath taken me in a stranger, and cared for me well, and now doe I by these presents, make him my heir and give toe him all ye treasure, which is his merely ae ; ; Jack-o’-Lantern. by ye getting. He telleth me noe part of ye shippe is visible, but she struck on ye reef known as ye Shark’s Back, and there she, heth still. “Death standeth near me now, and I doe ask ye aforesaid Jobn Lee toe give my bones decent burial, and all of ye tieasure is his thenceforthe. ‘““SHUBAL GAYLOR, * November ye 16, 1698,”’ Below this ,was written in another hand, equally old-fashioned and less scholarly: ** Burial your bones shall have, but John Lees touches not a treasure stained with bl.od,’’ Albert Bufort finished reading and, looking up, met his companion’s gaze. Jack-o’-Lantern nodded and explained: ‘*The John Lee mentioned here was my an- cestor. I dom’t know how many generations back he wa , but you see this paper bear date 0’ the year 1698, There has been John Lees ever sence, an’ 1’m one, too, you see.” ‘You infer that your ancestor refused to look for, or take, the pirates’ treasure?” asked Albert, ‘* Just so.” ‘‘ There are not many men would refuse now.” ‘Folks were different then, an’ef you ask anybody ’round here, they will tell you that the Lees have always been very peculiar folks,” ‘* So I have been told.” ‘There is good proof that my ancestor re- fused ter take the treasure, for the Lees have al- ways been poor as Job’s turkey.” ‘* Well, even if John Lee did not touch the treasure somebody else may have done it,” “{ don’t think any one ever did. Report says that while Sbubal Gaylor lived he kept close ter my ancestor’s house, partly on account of his injury, an’ skeersely anybody knowed of him clearly. There was some stories that be was a pirate, an’ that bis ship bad sunk off the shore, but nobody knowed where. My ancestor didn’t know where until Gaylor writ this paper. So you see nobody would knowed where to look for the treasure,an’ our fam’ly tradition says all here was houest an’ superstitious. They wouldn’t dared ter take the money, with blood on it, no more than the first John Lee did.” ‘‘That’s hard to believe in the nineteenth century, but I know folks were different then.” ‘* Jest so.” ‘*Do you know where the ledge—Skark’s Back, is?” 1 do.” ‘* Have you ever made a trial there?” ‘‘No. I didn’t know where the pirate ship sunk until my uncle died an’ I came inter pos- session o’ my small property, here; but when I read this paper I got what information was lackin’. I now know where ter look,” “ And you intend to do so?” 6 Yes,’ a “i There was a brief silence, during which Jack eyed Albert critically. He then added: ** You still seem skepterkel.” ' *T don’t want to aiscourage you, Jack, but it seems a bit strange to think of treasure lying out there in the ocean.” — “Don’t it!” ‘T should be glad to see you find it, though.” ‘*You an’ me!” cried Jack, buoyantly, ‘If there is mongy there, we are to go halves—that is, ef = will make a try.” ‘* That I' certainly will do. I don’t know of any way to pass my vacation and get more fun out of it than to bunt for pirate treasure, [ll goin with you with a vim, Jack, and we’ll do our best, but I hope you won’t set your heart too much on finding it.” ‘*T know why you say that, Al.” “Why?” ; “Because I am so plaguey poor, an’ you think I’)] build hopes thas’ll die hard when I comes ter a failure.” “ That’s about it.” “ Don’t worry,” Jack advised, smiling. ‘Ef you know the Lee reputation you must remem- ber we are noted for grit. Ef we fail you won’t ever hear me complain, but [ don’t mean ter fail. I’m in ter win, We’ll find the old pirates’ treasure, an’ [ must say it ll come in good play for both on.us, Look out!” The speaker arose and opened the small win- dow. A view of the ocean was thus obtained, or, at least, a small part of it. Not much of a view was possible, for some fog accompanied the falling rain, but the water was moving in toward shore with a fine succession of rollers. ‘* Look a bit to the right, Al,” Jack directed. ‘*Do you see the place whar the water is so rough an’ white?” *That’s the Shark’s Back, You can’t see the rocks, now, an’ they are only jest visible at low water, but the ledge is there—an ugly strip of rock, now I tell ye. The Flyin’ Feather ain’t the on)y vessel that has found the ledge ter its sorrer.” ‘When shall we begin work?” asked Albert, who found new interest stirring within bim as he gazed upon the scene of operations, 7 ‘Right soon. We can’t gain nothin’ by goin’ out in the rain, when the water is so high, but we’ll soon be after the treasure. Hurrah! AJ, how sball we feel when we scoop in all that fortune? ‘It will be an atom o’ pleasure ter turn millionaires at one jump. Eh, my good friend?” CHAPTER IT. A MERCILESS MASTER. Ir was a few hours later, and darkness had fallen over the ocean and store, Rain was still falling, and the night was dreary, but not enough so to keep every one indoors. A man was striding steadily through the rain and dark- ne:s, like one who bas a fixed purpose, and he paid little heed to objects by the way untii he reached a small bouse from which a light shone with cheerful contrast to the gloom without. This house was a mile from the humble home of Jack Lee, and was oceupied by a man named Jonas Amesbury, his. wife and an adopted daughter. The traveler knocked at the door, and it was opened by Amesbury bimself. Then the fact quickly became apparent that he was not pleased to see the visitor. He started, looked anxious and hesitated, but this availed him nothing. The second man stood and returned the gaze in grim silence until the master of the house was obliged to speak, ‘* Good-evening, Mr, Preston. aug? <a F ‘* Perhaps I had better stand here,” the man returned, but there was a grim, surly signifi- cance about his manner which seemed to alarm Amesbury afresb. ‘* Not by any means, sir. Come in out of the rain. I bave a fire here, you see.” “i Yes.” rs ‘Preston again answered in an uncivil way, but he entered the room. No third person was resent, but a fire burned in an old-fasbioned hrepince. and Amesbury hastened to place a Will you come chair and take his visitor’s umbrella, “ A bad night, Mr. Preston,” observed the elder man apologetically, as though he was himself to blame for it. ‘‘ Stormy!” Preston agreed, ‘‘ Not many persons stirring, I judge.” 4c ” ‘*Tt will soon pass,” 4s e 7 +! The visitor’s brief replies were not encourag- ing, and Amesbury relapsed into silence. Pres- ton looked steadily at the flame of the fire, and his face was grim, cold and coaang. He wasa man of thirty years, and far from being ugly-looking, but he was not a man to win confidence and friendship off-hand—if, in- deed, he won them at all. He might be looked up to with awe, but that) was the most he could hope for; there was too much of iron in his nature to arouse warmer feelings. f Amesbury’s age was double that of his com- nion, and be looked even older, His hair and beard were nearly white, and he was far from streng, but be had a kind, attractive face, and his whole manner was that of a gentleman. His garments were worn and thin, and it was safe to assume that he had no great supply of worldly s. The fire seemed to interest Preston a lon while, but he finally reised bis head and fixe his gaze sharply upon Amesbury, ‘Are you alone to-night?” he asked. Amesbury moved uneasily. ‘*My wife and Sylvira are up-stairs,” he an- swered, slowly, “ Busy ” : “Not particularly, I think. to see Mrs, Amesbury?” ‘“‘-You do not mention the fair Sylvira.” yt! did not know—that is, you did not men- tion—’ Preston stopped the hesitating reply. “Why twist and squirm so, old man?” he asked, rudely. ‘* Why don’t you say plumpl that you want to keep the girl away from me?” ‘My dear sir—” ; The hasty, agitated reply was again checked. ‘Deny nothing, Jonas. You have too often shown me that you regard me as a wolf, and Sylvira as a lamb, for me to hesitate over your words new. You want the girl for your precious nephew, Allan Dix. Why don’t you say it and have done with nonsense?” Preston spoke rudely and sarcastically, but Would you like
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we = 7 ee Stee - wt Pa > am ets — é kip ate Se aire va at > al -t o Se JRE USO pee FEE SE Sk Ointy I< Say gaa with unfailing coolness, and bis gaze was fixed upon Amesbury with the determination of one who feels that he has the game all in his own hands, Amesbury, on the other hand, actually trem- bled with nervous fear and agitation, ‘* ‘You have a wrong opinion,” he faltered, “Nonsense, again! Let us have one merit, old man; don’t let us take each other for bigger fools than nature made us. In some cases, that is pure uselessness. See?” ‘*T think so, Mr. Preston.” ‘Exactly. That’s one point gained; now let us goon. Do you suppose Allan Dix would ac- cept a position in Chicago?” ‘* A position?” “* Employment.” ‘“*T don’t think, sir, that he would care to leave here,” humbly answered Amesbury. ‘*He is head over ears in debt to Barker Grainsleck?” ** Yes, sir; but he hopes—” *“*He hopes in vain. His business is getting worse every day,” “But Grainsleck may decide to give him time,” ‘*Grainsleck will not. He is a modern Shy- lock, His claim is just; he loaned young Dix money; he will have it bavk. Dva’t depend upon Barker Grainsleck—you had better depend upon me. I might give help.” Again Amesbury’s uneasy motion, os ia what way? “Pll send Dix to Chicago, if he will clear out of here and stay away.” There was no answer, but the elder man gazed nervously at his companion. It was plain that he saw more evil than good in the offer, ‘*Tam no hypocrite,” Preston went on, firmly, ‘and I don’t pose as a good genius in this case, I want that boy to take himself off out of the way—out of my way. He must resign all claim to Sylvira, and promise never to return.” ‘* Those are hard conditions, Mr, Preston.” ‘* What better can he do by staying here? As a business man heis ruined. Hopelessly tangled up financiaily, vat Graivsleck a large sum of money—what will become of him if he stays here?” ‘* Fle may pull through, sir.” “Cows may fly!” was the scornful retort. “Took ye, old man, do you know what Grain- sleck intends to do?” * No,” **Close Dix up so as to secure his money while he can,” ‘*Thank Heaven,” said Amesbury, tremulous- ly, ‘‘my poor Allan has youth and strength.” ** And liberty.” “Liberty?” : **He has it now but it will be his but little longer if my offer is not accepted.” “What do you mean?” **T mean that I hold a forged note with which your precious Allan has tried to keep afloat financially. Failing to mak’ an honest living, he sought other means. He forged the note, and that he has not been dropped on before is because the note is in my hands!” ‘*Tt is false!” cried the old man. * How?” ‘** Allan is no forger!” ‘* Perhaps you can convince thecourt,” replied Preston, with a cold sneer, * T cannot—will not believe you.” “Dare you go with me to the bank to- morrow?” The calm, unmoved question was too much for Amesbury. His faith in Allan Dix was strong, but such was his fear of Preston, he did not dare to meet the test. He looked at his companion with an expression of stony terror, **’You see how it is,” added Preston. ‘' Don’t you think it would be well to advise Dix to agree to my terms?” A deep sigh was the only answer, ‘* Don’t take it to heart, man. Iam not half the wolf you think me, but I do want Sylvira ny wife, and I am going to have her, ee ‘Mr. Preston,” returned the old man, in a trembling voice, ‘do you know that Sylvira does vot care for you?” ‘**] do,” Preston calmly admitted. “* Why should you want an unwilling wife?” ‘¢ What difference does it make?’ “She does not love you.” ‘Love is a delusion. Such a thing is a dream of boys and girls, a thing aroused in the mind by personal good looks; and it don’t take long to dissipate the weak fancy when the hard knocks of real life are encountered, A girl’s chances are just as good when she marries a mian she hates as one she ‘loves,’ to use that Jack-o’-Lantern. If a woman does her dut after marriage,.a man will use her well—it all depends upon herself.” ‘*T cannot agree with you,” answered Ames- bury, with sudden firmness, ‘* We won’t argue that point now, and ll re- lieve your mind on one point by saying tbat I am not going to ask to see Sylvira now. business relates to young Dix, and it is done, Will you convey my message to him?” Amesbury hesitated for a moment, ** Yes,” he then responded. ‘Tell him that if he will leave here, go to Chicago and renounce all claim ,to Sylvira, I will get bim a good business situation. If he persists in staying here—” Preston paused for a moment and his face grew dark and menacing. “*T will put him through on the forged note,” he then added, ‘Mr. Preston, I cannot believe that Allan ever forged any paper!’ Amesbury exclaimed, ‘* Tt, will answer for itself.” ‘© Will you let me see it?” ‘*T haven't it bere. The document is too yal- uable to carry around in a promiscuous way; some person might see fit to assault me for it. When any one is at the end of his rope, like Dix, he becomes desperate and dangerous. I want to keep my life safe.” The speaker arose and made preparations to ridiculous term. 0. ‘*How can you have the heart to say such things!” exclaimed Amesbury, ‘Allan Dix would barm no one, but you heap all possible crimes upon bim.” . Preston shrugged his shoulders, ‘You are blind, Jonas. One is never a safe judge of bis own relatives, and you have re- arded Dix as your son, That disposes of your judgment. The Evil One may be in a son and the parents can’t see it, So with you. I can see Dix as he is, and I know him to be a desper- ate man. You had better advise him to go West, and get him away before his hot, ungov- ernable temper gets him into trouble. That’s the advice of a friend, Good-night, Jonas!” As the last words were spoken Preston opened the door and passed out. 6 closed it again and was gone. CHAPTER III. WHAT WAS HEARD AT SAM DICK’S GATE. ABovrT nine o’clock the rain ceased to fall. ‘Be you sleepy, Al?” asked Jack Lee, as he laid aside a well-worn book—tbe old house did not afford a great supply of literature, and what it contained had been well gone through. ‘* No,” answered young Bufort, ‘ Why ‘* S’pose we go out fur a bit of a walk? ‘“T’m with you; a little fresh air before we turn in will do us good, and make us sleep all the sounder afterward.” ‘“* We may meet the ghost of Shubal Gaylor.” “Or find the old pirate’s treasure washed high and dry on land,” laughed Albert. 5 sy Ny ketch cold,” more practically added ack, None of these possibilities deterred the boys, and they started to leave the house, A light still burned in the kitchen, and an old woman sat sleeping ina chair, She had been the house- eeper of the former owner of the house, and as she was a favorite with Jack-o’-Lantern, it was robable that she would pass the remainder of er days in that capacity for Jack. Her name was Electa Rhodes, She did not awaken, and the boys left the house. Jack looked at the sky critically. The night was dark, and the clouds had not broken away to any great extent, but the wind and the general appearance of everything indicated that the rain was about over, “Safe enough,” Jack commented. ‘‘ Le’s go down on the beach.” Since he read the old ained new interest Albert did not object. irate’s manuscript he had gai in the coast line, and it would be some satisfac- tion to look out toward the place where a trea- sure was reputed to lie under the rolling waves, He had not expected to see anything of the exact place, but was a ae disappointed. hen they reached the beach the rollers could be seen following each other in, and coming with considerable regularity and order except at one point. There they seemed to encounter some obstacle, and were churned to white foam, as well as flung high in air, “The Shark’s Back!” aunounced Jack, terse- ly, as be pointed. ‘Then it’s really there?” ‘Sure pop. The ledge ain’t very long, which a ° —— makes it all the easier fur us, but it has made it all the worse fur crafts ever sence they sailed along the shore; they’d drive outer the rooks onaware, you see,” ‘And you are sure this is the ledge referred to by Shubal Gaylor?” ‘** No doubt on it.” ‘* Jack, we must have that treasure!” Young Lee laughed. ‘*T guess you’ve got the fever, too.” “ft have, Perhaps the storm gave it to me. Anyhow, I am strongly in favor of giving the matter a good trial, I find it hard to believe that no one ever tested Gaylor’s veracity before now, but if they were so foolish as to pass the chance by, we won’t repeat their folly,” ‘** Bet your boots we won't!” Jack-o’-Lantern spoke with emphasis and then went on in his sanguine way to tell how they would proceed to get the treasure and what they would do with it when found, The boys lingered around the place for some time, and then walked toward the east, Jack’s little piece of land was by no means fertile or valuable, but not far away were farms which were valuable enough to delight any one, Between these ran a road, and near the water, on the east side of the highway, was a place which bad once been owned by a man named Samuel Dickson. Jack mentioned this fact as they went along, and pointed cut a barely-vis- ible lane wnich led up the bill to the house once occupied by Dickson, ‘*] kin jest remember him.” Jack added. “Sam Dick, everybody called him, The big red barn on the hill was built jest after he died, an’ everybody calls it the ‘Sam Dick place’ now, an’ speaks of ‘Sam Dick’s lane? an’ ‘Sam Dick’s gate.’ We'll walk along past there, an’ then go home,” es Albert did not object, and they walked on in the indicated direction. As they neared the ate the sound of voices reached their ears, and t became clear that two men were standing at that point, engaged in conversation. Jack put out his hand and stopped his friend. ‘““Wait!” he directed. ‘* They’re havin’ a racket.” His assertion seemed to be well founded, for the voices arose louder and sharper than would have been the case in a friendly conversation, ‘‘Tt’s a wet night fora quarrel,” remarked Albert, dryly. ‘*T know them voices.” “Do you?” “Yes, One is old Barker Grainsleck’s. Vd knew his voice anywhar. He’s the meanest man I ever knew, an’ his voice shows it—nothin’ square or manly about him cr his voice.” ‘“*The other voice sounds like a young man’s,” “Tt is; it’s Allan Dix who's speakin’, Ill bet I can tell what the trouble is about. Dix owes Barker money, an’ as Dix is very shaky in busi- ness, I'll bet Grainsleck is pressin’ him. He’s mean enough ter take a man’s last cent, right or wrong.” ; Jack had advanced several paces, and_ the voices became clearer, He now directed Albert to listen, and distinct words were borne to their ears by the wind, *T won’t wait another day!” declared a sharp. peevish voice. ‘I’ve been easy with you, an given you enough time.” , It was Grainsleck who spoke, and the reply came in Allan Dix’s deeper tones, ‘¢ How much time have you given me?” ‘‘T have been easy with you.” _ “Mr. Grainsleck, when is your money due?” “* To-morrow,” “Then bow can you say you have been ‘ easy’ with 1o0e? You have given me absolutely no time.” “Tve knowed for some time you was bound to fail, but I never made any row.” ‘‘Wor a business man, you talk strangely. Your money is not due until to-morrow, and could not have been collected before, anyway ; and you knew two things: First, that I was an honest man, and would not defraud you; second- ly, that you were too well secured tu lose in any ? ase, “Fine talk—fine talk!” cried the old man, more peevishly than ever, ‘* but don’t let us have any more of it. I want my money to-morrow.” ‘Mr, Grainsleck, if you will wait a little I will try to—” “Yes, yes; wait and let you sink it all.” ‘“‘T hope to get out of my bard corner, sir.” **'You won’t do it.” . IT can try.” } ‘* And make matters worse, and squander all my money.” Dix, bitterly. You seem bent upon wronging me!” uttered
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oe W - « 1 OS aa TS ia P 4. ‘* What! what!” cried Grainsleck, raising his voice toa shrill, angry key; ‘* what audacity is this? IT wrong you? I wrong you, when—’ “Yes; you are bent upon wronging me,” re- torted the younger man. “You lie, you young scamp—you lie!” ‘* Be careful!” * What?” ** ‘You shall not add insult toinjury. I refuse to listen to such talk.” ‘*T shall say what I please,” ** Not to me, sir.” ** How’ll you prevent it?” ‘* By force, if need be, Have a care how you conduct yourself, Barker Grainsleck; I won’t bear everything. I am about mad with the troubles that beset me. Nobody was ever more anxious to succeed in business—” **'Yes, yes: so you can marry Sylvira.” ** 'W hat is that to you?” **You never will marry her; Preston will be the man.” ‘* Say,” observed Jack Lee, to his friend, ‘‘ old Barker will get hisself inter trowDle yet, He's sayin’ al] he can ter make Dix mad, an’ he ain’t got the hoss-sense ter see he may carry it too ur. ’Twouldn’t s’prise me ter see Allan hit him a lick—an’ I wish he would, too. Barker Grainsleck is the meanest man I ever see, an’ he’s a miser, He’d ought ter be hit, by gra- cious!” “ Let’s go away, Jack,” suggested Albert. “ee Wh id “Tf there is te be trouble, I don’t want to see it.” hap GX bg “Perhaps you’d like to be a witness in court?” ‘* Yes—ag’in’ Barker.” ‘*Wouldn’t you have to testify the other way if Dix hit the miser?” | ‘There is somethin’ in that,” ‘*T move we go on,” Jack devoted more time to listening. He had lost the run of what the two men were saying, but another chance was given as Albert ceased speaking, and he improved it, The voices of the men by Sum Dick’s gate were plain and excited. ‘*Don’t press me too far!” uttered Dix, in an unsteady voice, ‘*T’m going to have my rights.” *“*Do you know what you’d get if you had your rights?” “What, youngster, what?” , ‘A thrashing!” **Oho! you threaten, do you?” ‘*T warn you to be careful!” _“$odo {warn you. I always knowed you was a ruffian, and you are showing it now.” ‘* Beware, Barker Grainsleck!” Albert pulled at Jack Lee’s sleeve. ‘* Pm going!” he said, firmly. He turned as he spoke and walked away, aud his companion followed reluctantly. “T hate ter go,” Jack admitted, ‘‘ fur thar is goin’ ter be some fun by Sam Dick’s gate, Allan won’t bear much more without drop- pin’ on the miser, an’ you know thet he de- serves it.” ‘That may all be, and I am preyatee, to be- lieve that he is just the kind of aman you represent; but Allan Dix will not help himself in a business sense, nor do himself any bonor, by attacking the miser, Neither sball we help ourselves by seeing it. There are times when fighting is necessary, but I don’t approve of it when it can be avoided.” Jack-o’-Lantern laughed. “T know your views, Al, an’ I dare say you are right; but I wa’n’t brought up as you was, I brought myself up, an’ never bad much train- in’, I reckon the Gypsy blood is strong in my veins. However, we won’t think any more "bout this case. What we want is ter think *bout Sbubal Gaylor an’ the treasure by the Shark’s Back.” ** And get it— if we can.” Both boys laughed, and they went on home without any suspicion of what was occurring at Sam Dick’s gate, CHAPTER IV. THE SEARCH FOR THE PIRATE SHIP. Day was just breaking the following morn- ing when Jack and Albert left the house and started toward the beach. The former carried a pair of oars over his shoulder, and his manner was more serious than usual, They had business on hand of no small im- portance, and his high spirits had subsided to a more business-like level, Down near a bluff, which broke the line of . Jack-o’-Lantern. beach at the western end, Jack had a boat, and they sought that point at once. As the craft had been drawn high and dry upon the land the storm had not affected it in the least, and they were soon dragging it toward the water. All signs of rain bad passed away, and as the wind had died out many hours before, the waves had subsided and left the water nearly as culm as ever. No trouble was to be apprebended on that point, though if any one had seen them putting out, ij would probably have caused the comment that it was not a good morning for fishing. Jack took the oars and rowed toward the Shark’s Back, and in a short time they had reached the scene of their future labor. This dons, the anchor was dropped, and when it was found to be fast, Jack looked at Albert and nodded sharply. ** Now for business,” be observed. **T fee] anxious,” declared Albert, “ Why (ad ‘Some harm may come to you down there under -water.” ‘*Some harm may come to me up here above water.” “That’s not a fair argument. sharks around here?” ‘* Sometimes.” ‘* Suppose you meet one?” “T shall refuse to shake hands.” ‘* Nonsense! Be serious, Jack.” “Well, Al, I ain’t afraid on ’em. I’ve been in swimmin’ off this beach too many times, but I'll admit there is danger. Eph Crane, a fisher- man, was killed by a shark not a Jeague from here last year: but, as a rule, there ain’t no danger, e who live here git so we don’t give the sharks much thought. One may sbow up assoon as I go down, or we may be here a month an’ never see a fin. I ain’t afraid, any- how.” While speaking Jack had been casting off his clothing, and he was now ready for the water. He only paused to direct Albert to belp him into the boat quickly in case he showed signs of dis- turbance when he reappeared. Then he left the craft and sunk in the water. Albert Bufort found himself beset with doubts, hopes and fears which made him really nervous. The search for old Shubal Gaylor’s treasure was begun, and it was among the things possible that Jack might find it at once. This, however, would be a streak of luck too good to be expected. If they ever found the pirate ship—not to mention the treasure—it would be better luck than Albert expected. Jack was more hkely to encounter a sbark than any treasure, be it Shubal Gaylor’s or that of somebody else, Nothing was Gy se seen of his associate, but he looked at the spot where he had gone down and grew more nervous each moment. The idea began to growin his mind that Jack had been under water longer than any one could live there, and he began to blame himself for allow- ing the we to go, e was in this mood when Jack came up like acork, He looked like anything but a victim of drowning, for his face had a good-humored ae but he accepted Albert’s aid to regain the Are there at, Shaking the water from his person, he broke the silence: ‘* Nice and cool, down there!” ‘* Did you have any adventure?” “* Adven‘ure? No,” ‘*T don’t see how you could do so long with- out air to breathe,” Jack looked sharply at his friend, and then, sy his anxious expression, broke into a augh, ‘*Say, Al, you want to make a brace afvre = put out yer sign as a treasure-hunter. ow, C know you ain’t any coward, for I’ve seen ye tried afore, but you’ve lost yer grip in ae case an’ got worried. Drop it! Brace up The speaker’s cheerful air made Albert smile, and the latter replied: ‘*T guess your advice is good, but it seemed to me you were under water a long time.” ‘““Ef you’d had a watch, it would haye told you different. I didn’t hurt myself that time, and I'll beat it fur time next try. “Did you find anything?” ‘* Water an’ rocks—nothin’ more; not even a shark, Ef I git one this time, Pll bring him up by the tail as a present to you.” ores could dampen Jack’s high spirits, and he lowered himself again as coolly as though he was bound on a mere swimming trip. Albert was a trifle ashamed of bis nervousness, and he now made an effort to appear at ease, ? wel as well as to be so in reality. A part of the time he devoted to looking around, for it was a great object with them to avoid notice from other parties as far as possible, If some curious meddler saw them, their secret would be in danger. To avoid this, they bad risen very early, and Albert was pleased to cix- cover that no other person was in sight. When Jack rose again, bis face was without its customary smile, “ Didn’t hear me call ‘Ship ahoy!’ did ye?” be asked, “ce No,” **T thought not; I didn’t call.” ‘No sign of it yet, eh?” ‘*Not a sign. The Shark’s Back is longer than I thought, It runs a good ways east an’ west, when you git low down, though I always thought it tolerably short. I have an_ idee less on’t shows above water than there did wher Sbubal Gaytor come ter grief here. Reckon the lay o’ the land has changed some. Prob’ly the water runs higher, an’ it may be that sand has. packed in an’ kivered the sbip,” ‘*That’s bad.” ‘*Can’t be helped,” ‘‘ What is to be done?” ‘Keep up the search. Ef the ship is thar, she’s ter be found ef we bave patience.” ‘* 1m afraid sbe has all decayed,” “T don’t think it!” returned Jack, with the firmness that one repels an unwelcome theory. ** All ready; 1’m goin’ down.” **S8o am I!” “* How so?” “I'm going todo my share. I’m not going to sit here in idleness and allow yow to do all the labor.” Jack made a faint remonstrance, but, Albert gave no heed toit. He flung off bis clothing, avd after Jack had more fully explained the result of his work up to that point, they went down together. | Albert was a skillful swimmer, and able to remain under water as long as the average per- son and as be went down with the recollection in his mind that he was seeking for treasure, he felt an exhilaration he had never before ex- perienced, His course was to the west, and when he had gained some idea of where the ledge was, he roceeded to cover as much ground as was possi- le in a given time, and use his eyes faithfully. He was skurrying along near the bottom when something suddenly attracted bis atten- tion. The ledge bad points and spurs, but this did not look like any of them, but more like a mound of sand with a top-piece. Albert remembered what Jack had said, but air now became a necessity, and he rose to the surface, Jack was not to be seen, but, just as Albert had prepared for a new trial, he saw his friend appear. Waiting only to make a signal, Albert went down asecond time. He did not care to exchange any words, for what he had seen had awakened possibilities in his mind which excited him, and he did not want to be laughed at again. ee skillfully he sought the object which bad interested him. When he reached it he could see only a sort of knoll, but his plans were formed, and he br 4% to dig at the little mound rapidly with bis hands, the sand giving war rapidly. ortune was favoring bim at last, and only a few motions had been made when his hands en- countered a bard substance. He gave another scoop; more sand fell away;and he had in his grasp a stationary object not to be mistaken, It was a part of a vessel’s hull! By this time air became necessary, and he — waited for nomore. Rising quickly to the sur- face he found that he was none too soon, and bad tried bis powers of endurance a good deal, but he drew in a few breaths of air and was all right again, He saw Jack sitting in the boat, and, swim- ming that way, was belped in. 4 Rete Jack exclaimed, ‘‘what hev you seen “How do you know I've seen anything?” ‘“‘T kin tell by your face.” ‘You're not blind, Jack, are you? Well, I have found something.” ° ** What?” “The wreck of of a vessel.” ‘Hi! that so? What is she?” : “‘T don’t know, for it is all covered over with sand, but it is very old, indeed,” : “You don’t say so! Tell me e)] about it.” Albert obeyed, and the impulsive Jack” Lantern was thrown into a momentary fever of excitement. He soon recovered, but his san-
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ae > ei, ie mr tic ty ie aS ie ; ; —— a ack-o’-Lantern. guine nature refused to accept more than one “Yes; but if a tramp had done it, he would | his, and if they had been almost beggars, they explanation of the case, have robbed Grainsleck, and the old man’s | would not have lived any plainer. “It’s the old pirate ship, sure as you live!” | watch and money were not touched.” To this mean old house Grainsleck had been € he declared, ‘‘an’it’s only a matter of time ‘**What was he doin’ at Sam Dick’s gate at | carried as soon as found, and though the doctor . when we shall have the treasure all ter ourselves, | sech a late hour?” would allow no one to cross the threshold who ; Dll go down an’ see it.” ‘We don’t know. ’Tisn’t easy to account for | was not absolutely needed, a crowd had col- He sprung out of the boat and quickly disap- | the old miser’s movements at any time, If he | lected not far from the building. peared from sight. Albert sat waiting quietly, | can squeeze a few nickels out of anybody, he Jack suggested to Albert that they mix with | ; and Jack soon returned. will get up at dead of night and go for them,” the crowd and hear what they could, and this ‘* Tt’s her!” he announced. ‘‘I seen the name It was plain that nobody had a good opinion of | they proceeded to do, on the hull—t The Flying Feather!” Barker Grainsleck, but this did not lead Jack | Conversation was going on briskly, and Jack “Surely, the name cannot have endured the | into any indiscretion. If he was to tell about | soon heard something of interest. action of the waves all these years,” the quarrel he had heard it would probably be ‘*T ain’t got apy sympathy to waste on old “Yes, it has, an’ it will keep endurin’ fur | regarded as sufficieot ground for Allan’s arrest, | Grainsleck!” declared a red-faced, vautical- some time ter come, Old Cap’n Chubbock was | and Jack’s sympathies ran one way strongly | looking man. ‘ He an’ his money hev been a as stubborn on this head as on other pints, I | enough so that he was very reluctant to speak. | curse to this town. You all know how he rob- guess, fur the letters o’ the name are of some Only in an extremity would he say anything | bed me of my house, I’s big enough fool ter sort o’ metal, wal fastened on, Yes, sirree, | to injure Allan, who had enough trouble al- | borrer from him, an’ when he foreclosed on the we've found the old pirates’ vessel, sure pop!” ready, mortgage it was rank. 1 could ’a’ paid bim an’ _The boys regarded each other in naturalex-| The last speaker wandered on along the beach saved torsee ef he’d given me jest one month’s -citement,. ° and the boys walked toward home. Once more |'time, but that wa’n’t bis way, He foreclosed, “We'll be rich as Jews!” added Jack-o’-Lan- | they exchanged a significant glance. apn’ robbed me 0’ my home, an’ ruined me; an’ ‘tern, . ‘Queer, ain’t it?” asked Jack, that’s the way he’s served every one else he ‘Tf we git the treasure,” ‘It’s worse than queer,” could, Let the old scamp go under, ef he will, “* Tf’ we git it! Why, we're bound ter git it. **T hope the miser will get well—not that I | an’ good reddance.” You bet! Al, we'll gobble the treasure or | have any love for him, but ef he’s ter die it “ We sha’n’t find bis sister any easier in money bu’st in tryin’. Yes, sir /” would be bad fur—” matters,” some one replied, ** Allan Dix!” ** She can’t last a great while.” ‘*We don’t know Allan did it,” ‘* Wonder who’s the next heir?” CHAPTER V ‘You remember what we heard,” **T don’t know. Nobody ’round here,” . “I’m sorry ter say I do.” *“T hope the old man will pull through,” put BAD: EWE PROM TE VILLAGE, ‘* Shall we tell?” in another speaker. By this time the sun was up and shining ‘Tell who?” ‘You have no call ter be his friend.” brightly, and the sight of a man on the beach ‘The authorities.” “*T am not his friend; but if be goes under, east of Jack’s property caused the boys toraise | ‘*Great Scott! I should say not, We'd git | some one must suffer.” the anchor and start for shore. This they soon | Allan inter a tremenjus fix,” ** Ef he’s ketched,” reached, and they were about to go to the house “‘ But isn’t 1t our duty to tell?” “‘'m afraid that'll be only too easy.” when the mar. hailed them. * Al Bufort, what are ye talkin’ about? Do ‘**T sha’n’t help.” They stopped, and he came along at a rapid | you s’pose [’d go ag’in’ him, an’ for sech a map ‘* Nor I,” said several persons, in chorus, walk, as Barker Grainsleck?” demanded Jack warmly. ** Allan Dix is worth twenty of old Barker,” ‘* How’s fishing?’ he asked, as be neared “T recognize the force of all you say, but ‘* Softly! We don’t want to use Allan’s name them, | murder is a serious thing, and, bad as the miser | around here.” ty ** Poor,” coolly replied Jack, may be, Dix is just as bad, or worse, if he has ‘“T don’t believe Allan ever touched him,” ‘* What did you get?” done this deed. eis a young man; Grainsleck ‘ Pete Clayson saw them meet at Sum Dick’s ‘Not a fish.” is an old man. Besides, nothing can excuse a | gate.” ‘That is bad luck for such an expert as you. | a person who takes the life of another human “That ain’t any sign Allan touched him,” Got left entirely, did you?” being, unless he does it in self-defense. Far be ‘* Nor even that they quarreled.” “Tf you kin find a fish, you’re welcome to it.” | iv from me to appear as Grainsleck’s friend, but “Ticok here, friends,” put in the red-faced Jack-o-Lantern answered as frankly as though | we all have certain demands made upon us in | man; ‘we want ter be careful how we use he had really been fishing. Ordinarily he was | cases like this,” Allan’s name. We are the boy’s friends, but . roud of his ability to hook the finny dwel- ers of the deep, but now he cared nothing for his reputation in that line; he was willing the man should think he had scored a failure when, really, he believed he had made “ a good catch,” Not yet was he willing any one should know what kind of “fish” he was after by the Shark’s “You argue likea lawyer, an’ I don’t pretend | all in town ain’t that. Barker’s money bas ter be one,” returned Jack, somewhat sulkily; | bought up some nen, body an’ boots, an’ they ‘an’ Pl yield a p’int ter you,. Justice ought | have learned his meanness, Keep still, mess- eee ter be done, I s’pose, an’ I won't say we will not | mates, or idle talk will grow an’ it will soon be oh tell in any case, but I do say—we ain’t goin’ ter | said that we suspect Dix,” be so hot-headed as ter up an’ tell until we know “ We all know 1,0u do.” the merits o’ the case,” The last words were uttered by a new voice, %, Back, “Of ecurse not.” and the nautical-looking man and his friends f **Have you heard the news?” pursued the “Suspicion will travel fast enough, anyhow, | turned quickly. nd man, an’ I dare say when the man on the beach hesi- A man upon whem they had not counted ** What news?” tated in his answer, when I axed him if there | bad put in an appearance—a man better dress- ‘** About old Barker Grainsleck.” “What about him?” “Somebody has given him a hurt he may was any idee who did it, that he had Allan in | ed than they-—and he stood just outside the mind; but we needn’t feed the fire until we are | group, regarding them with a sort of sneering q sure we have some fuel.” smile. pT Sgr ay SF Sy never get over.” “eErne,” ‘©What hev you ter do about it?’ demanded *y Jack started. He had not forgotten the scene “Therefore, we'll go slow.” the fisherman, hotly, = asked. ‘* Well—no-o-0,” was the hesitating reply. # eg it have been a tramp?” ‘No. ‘* Some hev been ’round,” beige to stand by him as long as possible. | face assumed a threatening expression, ndeed, as he did not hold the ultra-severe views | ‘‘ What bave you got to do about it?” he de- of those reared by parents like young Bufort’s, | manded, roughly. it was not certain but that he would refuse to| ‘tAs muchas you.” — bear testimony against Allan in any case, “ What do you mean}” he assault upon Grainsleck furnished a ‘That I am as free to speak as any one.” source of interest too great to be disregarded, ** You may give your own opinions, but don’t and it was agreed that both boys should go to | ye put any into my mouth!” the fisherman or- the village as soon as breakfast was eaten. dered, menacingly. That meal proved to be all ready for them ‘*T heard your opinions,” when they reached the house, and 1t was soon You didn’t!” dispatched. This done they went to the village. “You said that you thought it was young _ Barker Grainsleck, the richest man in town, | Dix who assaulted Grainsleck.” lived in one of the poorest houses, His only ‘*'You lie!” hotly answered Bream. relative was a sister, who was of a nature like ‘Your remarks tended that way.”
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na . ; : at ~~ herr 9 ‘ - , Jack-o’-Lantern. ** Nothin’ o’ the sort. You heard cross-eyed, Mister Preston, an’ you want ter be a bit care- ful how you put up meanings fur me.” ** Don’t dodge, Bream.” [ll give you a chance to dodge, ef you don’t dry up!” cried the fisherman, as he advanced a few steps toward the man he hated. Preston heard him with a cold sneer, for he was by no means a timid man, but Bream’s friends prevented trouble by restraning their im- petuous comrade. He was too angry to think coolly, but they knew that if he aronsed Pres- ton’s anger further, 1t would only result in mak- ing matters worse for Allan Dix, As the case then stood there was a possibility that Preston might refrain from coming to the front to spread seeds of trouble, but once let his revengeful temper be stirred up and he was mean enough to poison the public mind against Allan, let the evidence be what it might. It was well known that he and Allan were rival suitors for the hand of Sylvira, the ward of Jonas Amesbury. These efforts were successful so far as imme- diate trouble was concerned, but when Preston saw that Bream was to be restrained he turned away with a cold sneer on his face which boded no good. hose who saw it were more than ever of the opinion that Preston was a dangerous man. Jack-o-Lantern approached Albert. ** You see how it’s goin’,” he observed, “ Yes. ” ** Allan is suspected.” ‘* Even by his friends,” ** T don’t believe it.” Jack spoke stoutly, and all the more so be- - cause he was well aware that all the probabili- ties of the case were against him. It certainly looked as though Allan bad yielded to Barker Grainsleck’s abusive taunts and struck a blow for which he could not but be sorry in his calmer moments, Allan was a gentleman, and he could not ap- prove of rough work in his own case, any more than in that of others. **T hope he’s innocent,” Albert agreed. **You know you agreed ter think him so.” “Phen I will.” . Albert smiled faintly as he spoke. He ad- mired Jack’s loyalty, and hoped it would all come out well, and Preston had served to pre- judice him against the other side of the case. degree as Preston had been offensive, Albert had been made an adherent of the suspected man’s cause. The boys found it hard to get trustworthy in- formation as to Grainsleck’s condition. One re- rt said that he had recovered consciousness, ut was unable to tell who assaulted him; while another rumor had it that the miser still lay in- sensible, Albert suggested to Jack that the lack of reliable tidings might indicate some stir on the part of the authorities which they wished to cover by keeping the people ignorant. After a time, as news was still lacking, the crowd broke up and wandered away in various directions; and the boys decided to walk to Sam Dick’s gate, on a trip of investigation. It was not far to that place, but there was little to reward them when they arrived, The place was deserted, for other curious observers seemed to have satisfied themselves and gone, and only grim silence met them, Jack had entertained some idea of looking for footprints, but the crowd that had been ahead of them had obliterated all of the original signs, and there was absolutely nothing of unusual in- terest. e road was as usual; and so was the small ‘wood to the west; and so was Sam Dick’s gate and everything else; and the big red barn on the hill looked down at them witn its usual stare. Besides the ‘‘Sam Dick ” house, no build- ings were very near. To the north two white houses were dimly visible among the trees; the residences of farmers named Thomas and Wal- lace, respectively, while there was none to the south until the lane which led to Bowles’s farm- house was passed, The vicinity was lonely enough, yet, as it-was beside the traveled road, scarcely the one to fill the common idea of a place of crime. Jack and Albert returned to the village, and the former suggested that they walk past Al- lan’s place of business and see if he was keeping open as usual, When they came in sight of the store they saw that the door was closed and the curtains down. This was an ominous sign, for it indicated some- thing wrong with Allan Dix. Never before since he went into business had he closed the place at that hour on a week day. : No sign of life was to be seen about the premises, Jack suddenly touched Albert’s arm. “The sheriff is comin’,” he said, here!” The place indicated was a horse-shed, and they at once made themselves invisible, but Jack was eager to keep watch, and did so. His gaze was on the sheriff, and he eyed the man suspiciously. The officer came on, and a casual analysis of his manner would have indicated that he had no interest in his surroundings. Jack, however, was too suspicious to take that view of the case, and he soon found bis ideas confirmed, As the sheriff went on he did not once turn his face toward the store, but the boys’ favorable position enabled them to note one fact, His eyes turned, if his head did not, and he watched the store about as keenly as acat would watch a mouse. He went on, however, and, not once looking behind him, passed up the street. Jack nudged bis companion. ‘* Did ye see?” be asked. “The sheriff seems to be watching the house, don’t he?” Albert returned. ‘*'Yes. “Step in *T’'m goin’ in ter tell Allan!” Albert moved uneasily, This idea was not in keeping with his wishes, for he did not want to become mixed up with the case in any way, but he had already had a sample of his impetuous ally’s strong will, and he doubted his ability to oppose him successfully. Jack walked forward. “Come on!” he directed; ‘‘ we'll go in the back way.” Albert followed reluctantly, and was led to the rear door. Jack tried it, expecting to find it fastened, but it yielded to his touch, and he entered without knocking. The second boy fol- lowed. Beyond the door was an entry, but the open- ing of a second door brought them into a room known as the ‘‘ back store.” It was filled with a collection of odds and ends, and was in con- siderable confusion, but everything else passed unheeded as the intruders saw Allan Dix seated at a table. He was a young man of prepossing appear- ance, well-formed and manly; but on that oc- casion he was ina state of disorder equal to that of the old curiosity shop where he was laboring. His coat was thrown off; his hair was ina disheveled state: and he was poring over aheap of papers while a gloomy frown was on his face, He did not at first hear or see the boys, but as he became aware that he was no longer alone, he started up with an air of impatience and anger. At sight of Jack-o-Lantern his countenance cleared somewhat, but he turned an unfriendly regard upon Albert. ‘* He’s a friend 0’ mine,” Jack hastened to say. ‘*Hope we don’t intrude, Mr, Dix.” **T am busy, Jack,” Allen admitted. ** We’re come on busines3,” ‘*T have nothing to sell.” Dix spoke bitterly, but Jack did not heed im, ** You've heard about Grainsleck, o’ course?” ‘* What abont the old rascal?” The question was an angry, impatient one, and Jack opened his eyes widely. ** Haven’t you beerd he’s ’most murdered?” Allan Jooked at bim with sudden attention, ‘** Grainsleck murdered?” ‘** Next door to it; he may die.” ‘* How did it happen?” | Dix showed a small degree of interest, but no sympathy. ‘*Somebody hit him for keeps last night, an’ now the doctors are workin’ over him, tryin’ Ain’t you heerd of it?” No doubt they will work hard to save Where did ter save his life, * No, such a precious article as his life, it happen?” ** At Sam Dick’s gate.” Dix turned suddenly and looked more direct- ly at the speaker, as though he was at last fully interested. His lips parted and he seemed about to speak, but whatever he had in bis A remained unsaid. After a pause he re- plied: ‘This is news tome. Who assaulted him?” **That’s why we came,” returned Jack with some embarrassment. ** How so?” ‘¢ There are them who use your name,” ‘*T don’t understand.” ‘‘ They think mebbe you assaulted Grainsleck!” Jack explained, bluntly. ‘* Nonsense!” *T know ’tis, an’ I’ve told Albert Bufort so, but all on ’em don’t know you so well as I do.” oe And they really couple my name with the deed? CHAPTER VII. JACK ENTERS STRANGE QUARTERS, ALLAN Dix frowned and looked troubled. ‘“Thope you kin prove an alibi,” Jack ob- served, “Tt might be hard, forI was alone here last night. That is—” Allan suddenly caught himself and looked sharply at Albert Bufort. He had made an ad- mission which might cause him trouble if it went abroad. Jack read his glance aright. ‘You needn’t be afraid of Al, Mr, Dix. He’s my friend, an’ he won’t say a word ter injure another friend o’ mine—meanin’ you.” ‘That's a fact; not a word will I say.” It was Albert who spoke, and his manner was quite emphatic. He liked Dix’s looks, and had in a very short time been made hisstrong friend. No evidence had been given to show that the young man was innocent, but Albert went over to his side with boyish impulsiveness, “Thank you, my friend,” Allan answered. ‘““The law is a queer thing, and innocent men are not always safe—if they were, I should not need your aid. As it is, please don’t say that I spoke of staying here alone.” ‘** We won’t even say we’veseen you!” declared Jack, loyally. ‘Then you had better go away at once, Don’t regard this as a dismissal of the o:dinary kind, for it 1s not so intended; but if you remain here it will soon become known, I fear,” ‘That's a fack, fur Sheriff Pierce is watchin’ you now.” Allan made a start. *“* Watching me!” he cried, ‘*T mean that he has an eye on the house,” ex- pies Jack, who thereupon told all that they new. Dix listened attentively, and again thanked them for their discretion, after which Jack arose to go. Albert, however, had seen some- thing among the other odds and ends of the shop which interested him, It was a concern made of rubber, and shaped some like a man, but, evidently, bollow. ‘* May I ask what that is?’ he inquired. ‘* A diver’s suit.” ‘* How’s that?” Jack quickly demanded. ‘* A rubber suit used by divers who go down under water to work upon sunken vessels, or anytbing of that sort.” ack and Albert exchanged glances, The statement brought tbe old pirates’ treasure vivid- ly to mind and excited new hopes in their minds. They bad wished for a diver’s suit, and here was one at band. ‘*Say, what Il you take for that?” Jack asked. ** Do you really want it? ac a . “Then take it along. It is old and nearly worn out, and not worth much. A diver pre- sented it to me,and I bad it exposed for sale for several weeks, but nobody wanted it. Jt is of no value to me, and if you can get any pleas- ure cut of it, take it along. I shall be giad to repay your friendly service to me,” ‘We may be able ter pay you better for it, some time.” ‘* Don’t mention it.” Dix glanced toward his papers in a way which indicated that the diver’s suit and the matter of the sheriff alike bad but little place in his thoughts; and Jack took the hint and acted up- on it. The boys secured the rubber suit and left the rear store as cautiously as they had entered it. On regaining the cover of the shed they viewed the street as well as possible, and, finding all apparently quiet, decided’ to go on their way. he rubber suit bad been wrapped in scout paper and would not attract attention. The acquisition of this important article naturally turned their thoughts to the old irates’ treasure, and they were anxious to get into Jack’s attic and experiment a little, Taking the most quiet way they made their journey rapidly and were soon at their desti- nation. 4 \ . { i sah ai ow
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es ‘ a ee The big package excited the old housekeeper’s curiosity, but they did not gratify her inquisi- tiveness, and it was only unwrapped when they were in the attic. The suit then became the ob- ject of their close attention, and when Jack bad put it on he certainly looked outlandish enough to explore the ocean, or any other place, It was impossible to over-estimate the import- ance of the new acquisition. With its aid they could explore the old wreck with ease and safe- ty, and at their leisure. From the suit proper extended a long tube which was made to convey air to the explorer. The further end of the tube was to be left above the water, and though Albert was at first doubtful of its ability to furnish enough air for the wearer of the suit, he did not urge the point when Jack reminded bim that it had already served some diver for a good many years. They looked it over carefully and decided that it was in as good condition, comparatively, as it ever was. ‘ Naturally, they wero then anxious to make a trial trip, but it was"plain that they could not work in the middle of the day with safety, Some one might see them, and though, as they were boys, their movements might be regarded as nothing more than an idle piece of sport, there certainly was danger of arousing danger- ous curiosity. Some other person might have the legend of the pirate-ship in mind. This danger kept the boys quiet for a while, but after dinner the fever returned with new strength, and after a consultation they decided to risk everything and test the rubber suit. Once more it was wrapped in the paper, and they bore it to the beach, On arriving there they scanned the coast as far as they could see, but no other person was visible—not a boat was to be seen on the water. “It’s all owin’ ter the stir at the village,” explained Jack-o-Lantern. ‘* Usually, you'll see sev’ral fishermen out, but they’re busy talkin’ of Dix.” “Do you suppose there is anything new there?” ‘*T’m afeerd so.” ‘ What?” **T expeck ter hear Dix is arrested.” “ He don’t look like a guilty man.” ‘* He ain’t guilty!” declared Jack, more confi- dently than ever. ‘‘But you remember the talk at Sam Dick’s gate.” “Don’t speak on’t ag’in!” cried Jack, in dis- gust. ‘I wish you wouldn’t keep heavin’ that at me.” **T won't,” Albert agreed. ‘‘I don’t want to aunoy you. We'll goand geta few bushels of Shubal Gaylor’s treasure right away.” The turn of subject was agreeable, and they recovered their boyish buoyancy of spirits and rowed out to the Shark’s Back. Once there, they anchored as before and were ready for business. Jack put on the rubber suit, grasped the spade with which he had provided himself, and was ready for work, . He left the boat and disappeared from view. Albert’s part in the work was by no means trivial. He had charge of the tube which was to supply the air to the water-explorer, and also Held one end of a rope which was tied to Jack’s waist. This was a signal-rope; the object of which was to be Jack’s aid if he had trouble. If the air-tube became tangled, or be was in any other way confronted by danger, he was to give two sharp pulls to the rope, and this would be Albert’s authority to pull hie to the surface as soon as possible. On the otber hand, an occasional steady, gentle pull, would indicate that he was all right, Jack reached the wreck and a big job seemed to menace him, for he expected to find sand several feet deep on the deck, but his new impressions did not agree with those previously formed. He found himself far more at home in the rubber suit than he had dared to expect, and he stood on the old ship’s deck and looked about with an ease and freedom that was surprising, the glasses in the eye-holes of the head-piece working well. The water was considerably clear, and though he thougbt of sharks, none of these dangerous customers were visible. Several fishes be did see, but they were small, and though they stared in wonder at this new creature of the ocean, they kept at a safe distance. He soon learned the facts in regard to the position of the wreck. .The bull was almost wholly buried in sand, a TS. ey ss ene. Jack-o’-Lantern. and on one side, the bulwark was gone to the deck, This had deceived the boys during their former visits, Against the opposite bulwark considerable sand was piled, but over half of the deck was nearly clear. He could feel the wood under his feet, and knew that the covering of sand amounted to but little. How vessels were made in o14 times he had only a vague idea, but, taking it for granted that there must’ be hatches somewhere, he started to find one of them. Making his calculations systematically, he be- gan to use the space. The sand proved to be next to no obstacle at all, for the coating was even thinner than he had thought, and he soon had the deck cleared enough for his purpose. He found the hatch, which was fastened down, but he soon suc- ceeded in raising it, and the interior of the ves- sel was revealed to him. He could see only a watery gulf. This was to be ex ected, and he proceeded boldly to invade the long-untraveled way. The steps were visible below him, but it was a sur- prise when he found they would bear bis weight. Allyparts of the pirate ship seemed to have resisted the work of time and the water re- markably. Leaving his spade he first gave the gentle pull to the rope to reassure Albert, and then went down to meet the next stage of his adven- ture. After that he would not find work so easy, for he would be in the dark, and his eyes would aie him but little to secure points of ad- vantage, or keep out of trouble, Perhaps, too, he might encounter a shark in that dark region. A part of the bull might be gone, and thus afford entrance to these mon- sters of the deep. CHAPTER VIII. THE FIRST CROP FROM THE PIRATE SHIP, REACHING a level) surface once more, Jack paused and Jooked around. He was pleased to find that he could see more than he had ex- pected. His eyes had become accustomed to marine life, as it were, and he could distinguish He immediate surroundings without much trou- e. He was in what had probably once been the main cabin, and the regularity of its shape made it difficult to believe it had been so long under water. ; He had come down with his hopes working strongly, but several troublesome questions now met him. 5 ms) hat if it was not the old pirate ship, after all? What if it was some vessel which had foun- dered on the Shark’s Back at a much more re- cent period? If such was the case, good-by to all thoughts of valuable articles, money or otherwise, “T won't think of it; I don’t acknowledge that I kin fail!” exclaimed the boy, in his usual resolute manner; and with this decision he went on. His first step was to search through the cabin, und this he soon did to bis satisfaction, Several old pieces of furniture were still there, tipped over, and, in some cases, floating, though, as a rule, they had become saturated and heavy with water, so that they remained on the floor, Here was, to Jack’s mind, further proof of the remarkable way in which the wreck bad re- sisted the destructive forces of time. He had nearly completed the circuit of the cabin when be suddenly found bimself face to face with an opening which be quickly recog- nized as a door. That it led to some other, smaller cabin was plain, and he at once en- tered. There he found more confusion than_ else- where. The room was of medium size, and even in the dim light Jack could make ont that it had once been richly and fantastically furnished and ornamented. ‘The cap’n’s exclaimed. Good reason existed for this belief, and the boy paused to think of the changes time had wrougbt in affairs, Ounce, this old bulk bad been a proud, fleet vessel that roved the sea under a black flag and carried a crew of robbers and murderers, while the cabin had been the quar- ter's of the imperious leader who, no doubt, lived like » king until judgment had corze to him, as it is bound to come to the evil-doer; now, all the crew bad been many years dead, and the vessel was only a decaying wreck, buried under the waves it had once cus so gallantly, and the old captain's cabin was trod by the foot of a boy with impunity. : he remembered tvbere he was veturning, cabin, by jingo!” the explorer . oo + Jack half-expected to see Captain Chubbock’s ghost start up and confront him; but the next moment he laughed at the foolish idea and moved forward. The cabin was a good deal littered up, and more furniture was tbere than in the main cabin, but Jack worked bis way through the obstructions without trouble. He had no clear idea of what he expected to do, but wished to learn all he could about the wreck, He was still moving when his foot struck with some force against some object, the nature of which he could not understand, but it was ac- companied by a sound so peculiar that he stoop- ed to investigate. His hands touched something like a bag, but made of metal, He held it up. It was, indeed, shaped like a bag, but he was more than ever at a loss, Something was inside; be shook 1, and it gave forth a dull, rattling sound, Jack made an impulsive start. “Money, I bet!” be cried. At that momen tthere was a distinct pull upon the rope tied around him, and he realized the fact that Albert Bufort had become uneasy. He had forgotten to signal to his friend above for some time, and this attempt to hear from him was natural, Jack sent back a reassuring signal and turned from the cabin, He thought he had done enough for the first trial. Leaving the lower part of the wreck he as- cended to the deck: then giving three slow, easy pulls to the rope—a signal to Albert to raise him steadily—he started for the surface. The rubber suit and his burden impeded his movements, but with Albert’s aid he made the ascent safely and was soon in the boat. Albert looked anxious, but a word from Jack reassured him, ‘““Whatin the world have you been doing?” young Bufort asked, Jack did not answer, but held up the bag, “And what have you got?” the previous speaker added, “By Jinks! I don’t know, Open it, Al!” Jack cast down the bag, which fell witha clank and a jingle, It was made in small, ir- regular links which were so ¢ompact as to form a barrier impervious to the eyes, “Ts it money ?” asked Albert eagerly. ** Open it!” Jack did not care to hazard an opinion, and he was quite as much excited as his friend, Albert raised the bag. The links seemed to be made of steel, and were still strong, but_the lock at the upper end was deeply rusted, Here was a weak point, and Albert seized a small stone which happened to be in the boat and be- gan to hammer upon the lock. Two strékes was enough to make the lock break, and the bag opened, and a shower of small, flat, circular edged objects rolled out, The hoys gazed at them in dumb surprise, but Jack finally found bis tongue, ‘‘Meney! Coins!” he exclaimed. “Or medals.” ‘‘Medals! Bah! do you s’pose the pirates struck off medals?” The speaker caught up one of the objects, The surface was covered with green Bi or some similar substance, but be fell to rubbing it on bis cast-off coat with great vigor. The surface was soon revealed, “Ti! call that a medal, do ye?” he asked, passing it over to Albert, “ Jack, I believe that’s a doubloon!” ‘* What's a Dublin?” “TY said doubloon, not Dublin. A doubloon is a Spanish coin, and very valuable. By George! if we have got a bag full of them we're in luck.” He ran his hand into the bag and saw that it was, indeed, filled with coins—or what appeared to be coins—of that and smaller size. “How much is a doubloon worth?’ asked Jack, eying the treasure raptly. ‘‘T think each one is worth about fifteen dol- lars.” ‘Great Scott! then we’ve got a thousand dol- lars.” ‘More than that.” ‘¢ An’ this is only a starter,” ‘Ts there more?” “Wal, I didn’t see any more, but you know Shubal Gaylor’s letter seid there was ‘great wealth’ here, in coin an’ bullion, We ain’t got any bullion, yet.” +e No,” “Shall I go down ag*in’?” “ Hadn't we better take this to the attic, and look it over carefully before going further?” “‘Prob'ly you're right. All correct; we'll do ’ u — = 6. Sa fie x Lp ae) . Pak * ‘E> > <u 2 ‘ — = ue a ee = ww eS Se — ee
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“ was occurring close to the boat. t We nt a ¢ woe). Se ° Jack-o’ -Lantern. it. You pull in the anchor, while I git out o’ rst harness. We hev found the pirates’ treas- ure, sure pop, an’ we kin gobble onter it at our leisure. ‘This rubber business is the boss ar- rangement, an’ I kin peramberlate down thar like a spider after a fly.” Jack was in high spirits, and he hummed a song as he cast off the diving suit. ' The prospect of being rich pleased him great- ly. Cpe their preparations had been completed Jack rowed toward the beach, while Albert wrapped the rubber suit and the bag of coins in the paper as before. No one was in sight, but they were not inclined to do away with proper precautions, That they were wise on one point was soon proved. As they started up the beach, a third person suddenly made his appearance, At irregular intervals small groups of bushes grew along the line where the greensward met the beach, and the person named emerged from behind one of these little thickets. Jack recognized him at once. He was a boy a little older than the treasure-hunters, and was named Burt Moffet. His appearance gave Jack a shock. He knew Moffet, and knew no good of him. He had always been noted as a reckless, idle, village loafer until a few weeks before, when he began to do odd jobs for Preston. This did not raise him in Jack’s estimation, and the latter regard- ed him as a person whose room was better than his company. ‘He's been spyin’ on us!” Jack exclaimed. ‘* Yes; and now he’s coming to speak to us.” “Wants ter pump us!” young Lee added, with a curl of bis lip indicative of his contempt for Burt. ‘*T guess we shall not give him many points.” ‘*Not a point; but ’'m mighty sorry he seen us. There ain’ta bigger sneak an’ spy around than him, an’ you kin bet his eyes have been busy.” There was time to say no more, for Moffet came up with a swagger, and with his eyes still busy, to use Jack’s expression. They were bending a gaze upon the package Albert car- ried, as though they would bore a hole through the cover. ‘** Hullo, fellers!” he exclaimed, ** Hullo!” Jack briefly replied. “ Been fishin’?” ‘* Some,” * Ketch much?” “‘ Nothin’ bigger than a whale.” “Ha, ha! Pooty good! Get him in that paper?” ‘* Mebbe so.” Jack’s answers were as ungracious as they were brief, and he kept steadily on t»ward the house. Burt could not but see that his com- pany was not desired, but he kept pace with them. ‘* What ye got, anyway?” ** Nothin’ much.” ‘*T seen you hev on a queer rig.” “Did ye?” ‘Yes; an’ I couldn’t ‘magine what ’twas.” Burt looked puzzled, andit was plain that if he had ever seen a diver’s suit, he did now sus- pect that this was what the other boys had, ‘‘There’s lots o’ things we don’t know,” Jack observed. **T didn’t see you fish.” ‘Then it didn’t cost ye a cent.” - ‘Seems ter me you stayed under water a long time.” ‘* How so?” * You wa’n’t visible fur a long time.” ‘¢T was close termthe boat.” Jack told the truth when he said this, but it was his purpose to have a wrong inference drawn. The row-boat bad been between the scene of his operations and the spy on the shore, and it followed that Burt could not see what Jack hoped that the reply would lead the spy astray, though he was by no means sanguine. Burt remained suspicious and still eyed the mysterious package sharply. ‘*T’d like ter see what you hev there,” he finally declared, bluntly. “Where?” “Tn that bundle,” ‘You can’t see!” They were almost at Jack’s door, and he thought it was time to dispose of Moffet and let him see that his inquisitive proclivities were not going to bear any fruit, The answer wasplain, and so was Jack’s manner. Usually he was as cheerful, respectful and, in his way, polite as could be desired , but he did not like Burt Moffet, can wet iowa et . f . 73 ee ett cima e iL Ns Lwa ; J oe a eae 6 th, ee: ee ae ae Se ee ee eS ee ee ee eee eee ee and under the latter’s questioning he had devel- ioped a gruffness that was far from encourag- ing. Burt gave plain evidence of anger, but did not seem inclined to quarrel, The house was now reached, and Jack and Albert gave signs of go- ing in and leaving their unwelome companion without ceremony, but the latter had some- thing more to say. ‘*Hold on! Vve got some news!” he exclaim- ed, ‘Say it quick, then.” ~~ ** Somebody’s arrested at the village.” “There is?” ‘Ves; the sheriff has took up Allan Dix fur tryin’ ter kill Barker Grainsleck!” ‘** He never done it!” cried Jack. ** Who did, then?” **T don’t know, but Allan ain’t such a man.” ‘* Mebbe ef you go an’ tell’em, they'll let bim go,” sneered Burt. ‘**T reckon my word will go as fur _as yourn,” ‘*T ain’t a Gypsy’s son!” retorted Moffet. * An’ I hope your father never’ll have a son in State’s Prison!” With this retort Jack opened the door; he and Albert promptly entered; and in a moment more Burt found himself standing alone on the out- side of the house, Wa CHAPTER IX. BEFORE THE PRISON BARS, Nor a word passed between Jack and Albert until they were once more in the attic. Then the former broke forth indignantly. “Tt’s a shame ter arrest Allan Dix!” he de- clared. ‘*He may get out of it all right.” **J’m sure he will, but it’s persecution ter ar- rest him when he’s innocent.” “We ought to haveasked Moffet why they arrested him,” ‘* Moffet! You bring that sneak back ter my mind. I wonder what he’s doin’?’ They looked out of the window and saw Burt walking directly toward the water, ‘*He’s goin’ ter spy some more,” Jack added. **Do you suppose he suspects the trath?” ‘* No, 1 don’t think that hardly possible, but it may be jest as bad in theend, Ef thereisa mean, pryin’ chap out, it’s Burt Moffet; an’ though, as I say, [ don’t think it possible he kin guess the truth now, it would be jest like him ter look inter the business.” ‘* He may visit the wreck.” “That's a fack.” The treasure-hunters gazed at each other very gravely, but Jack’s nature was too buoyant to be long cast down. He aroused and spoke briskly: . **Never mind, Al; we won’t let him beat us, anyhow, Two ter one on us, an’ ag’in’ him, is my wager. An’ now let us look at our Dublins I mean, our doubloons.” This was a more pleasant subject of thought, and they doateye A to give close attention to their trophies, The bag was emptied of its con- tents, and the whole damp, green-coated mass of coins scattered upon the table. It made a sight new and fascinativg to the boys’ eyes, for, dull as the little flat, circular- edged pieces looked, they had seen that a little labor would improve their appearance greatly. “Tt sort o’ dazzles me!” Jack confessed, draw- ing a deep breath. ‘* They’re a hard-looking lot now.” “Yes, What ef they ain’t all of ’em good coins?” “Trust the old pirate who put them into the bag to look out for that.” “How much money do they add up?” ** We'll try to find out. They’re not all doub- loons, as you can see by the size. How much the small ones are worth I don’t know, and I’m not quite sure about the doubloons; though, as Isaid before, I think each is worth fifteen dol- lars, or a little over. Have youa table giving the value of foreign money?” “oe No,” “Or a dictionary?” ‘*Pve got part 0’ one, but it’s pretty wal tore up. Most on’t is gone,” Jack arose as he spoke and produced the book. It was certainly a hard-looking specimen, but Albert was pleased to see that the words be- ginning with the letter ‘‘d” were nearly all present, and he sought for the word of interest. ‘* He it is!” he announced. ‘ Listen! ‘ Doub- loon—a Spanish and Portuguese coin, of the value of from fifteen to nearly sixteen dollars.’ ” ‘“You was pretty nigh right. Le’s count the big ones, an’ see how they figger up.” Separating the coins, it was found that there were eighty-nine of the doubloons, and, as they ait were willing to be modest, they figured them at the value of fifteen dollars each and obtained the result, 5 ‘One thousand, three hundred and thirty-five dollars!” Albert announced, “Great Scott! that makes us rich!” “* Somewhere near it, Jack,” ‘* How about the others?” ‘*T don’t know, but I should say it was safe to calculate the whole lot at two thousand dollars.” ‘* Ha! an’ we’ve only begun at the wreck.” “T have an idea that what we have found may have been the captain’s private stock. Of course he had more, while the total treasure of the pirate crew must mount far above this, Whether we shall find any mone remains to be seen.” ‘** Be these worth face value?” ““T don’t know, but I should say they would be worth far more, in market, than that. Coins as old as these must sell at a premium,” “You dazzle me, Al; you do, by Jinks! Whew! jest think o’ Jack-o’-Lantern, the coast good-for-nothin’, poppin’ up as a millionaire! Say, what d’ye thitk o’ old Shubal Gaylor’s paper now?” “lm glad you read it and acted upon it. Now, let's clean up the coins and see how they look.’ Jack did not object, and the work was begun and prosecuted with zeal, One after another several of the coins were put in as good con- dition as their means would permit, and it was a collection which did them good when they were beaped up on the table, It grew to be hard work long before the labor was half done, and as Jack’s mind strayed to otber matters, be finally ceased work, ‘You know what Burt Moffet told us?” he asked. ** About Allan Dix?” “cc Yes.” ‘‘T remember,” ‘‘ He’s back in my mind, Allan is; an’I feel as though I’d like ter go ter the village an’ hear the latest news.” ‘* Let’s go, then. This job will keep.” ‘‘Unless somebody steals the money, an’ I reckon I kin put a stop ter that, There’s a loose beard over in one corner, an’ Vl put ’em in under the floor.” Albert pronounced this a good idea, and the coins were disposed of accordingly. They did not expect any person but themselves to be in the attic, and the housekeeper they knew to be perfectly honest, but it was well to be on the safe side. This done they went to the village. When they arrived they found that the former excitement bad increased, rather than abated, and that Burt Moffet’s statement that AlJan Dix had heen arrested was only too true, The young man was in jail charged with the attempted murder of Barker Grainsleck, The miser had recovered consciousness, and was in a great panic over the possible result of his injuries; but he bad accounted for them with a clearness which, according to the sher- iff’s account, left no doubt as to the identity of the guilty person. Grainsleck had declared that he met Allan Dix on the night of the assault at Sam Dick’s gate; that Alian had asked him to give him a year’s further time on the debt; that he had refused to do so; and that Allen had then given way to ungovernable rage and assaulted him. All this was plain enougb, and most of those who had before spoken so strongly for Allan bad relapsed into silence which was very significant. Only the prisoner’s personal friends stood oy: him in bis hour of adversity—they and Jac Lee. “He never did it!” the boy asserted, address- ing Albert Bufort. The latter did not answer. “T wouldn’t b’lieve Grainsleck, nohow.” ‘*-You kngw what we saw and beard by Sam Dick’s gate,” suggested Albert, mildly. ‘** All chance; nothing more.” There was no such thing as moving Jack, and as Albert’s sympathies were cn the same side, and he admired his friend for his constancy, the latter did not try to change his belief. While they were waiting a carriage was driven to the jail which contained two persous at whom all looked with interest, and, in almost every instance, with marked respect, They were Jonas Amesbury and his adopted daughter, Sylvira. It was well known that the latter was the promised wife of Allan Dix, and bis friends re- spected her accordingly, and felt like giving her new credit when they were thus shown that she intended to stand by her lover in his trouble, i
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~ = Np ee ee wa <i Berke: i ‘ as ‘A ae : ; 33 ‘: Pa ot 4}, Cu “Byivire’s face was sad and troubled, and it was noticed that Mr, Amesbury trembled as though he had been suddenly stricken with palsy. The blow had been severe. They entered the jail aad found the sheriff on guard, ** How do you do, Mr. Pierce?” saluted Ames- bury. ‘* How are ye?’ was the none-too-civil reply. “Ts Allan Dix here?” “Slightly.” *“Can we see him?” Pierce shook his head silently. “Why not?” ** Accused persons not "lowed to see visitors.” “Why not?” ** Preston says it’s irregular.” ** What has Preston to do with it?” ** Ob! he’s posted.” Amesbury looked at Pierce in bewilderment, but Sylvira’s dejection had been giving way to indignation, and she spoke with considerable spirit. ‘“fs Otis Preston sheriff of this town?” she asked. Pierce looked offended. “Ycu are well aware that I fill that office, girl,” 4, your? you allow him to run the office and ‘**T allow no one to de that.” “Then I don’t see why you go to him for orders, If J was an officer [ would not let a man like him ride over me and fill my place!” ‘*My dear!” remonstrated Jonas, in alarm, “*Pray say nomore, I am sure Mr. Pierce will not deal harshly with a man he has known ever since he was a child—” “You cannot see Dix!” interrupted the offi- cial, in growing anger. “But we are his friends—” “*T know, I know; and it’s no credit to you to own it. Every honest man has thrown him over since it became known what he has done.” “Allan Dix is not guilty!” Sylvira declared, “Bab! you talk fora losing cause, Grains- leck is now conscious, and he has told all. He and Dix quarreled about money matters, and Dix struck him down and beat him like a dog.” ‘““Mr, Pierce speaks truly,” added another voice, Sylvira turned quickly and saw Preston, He at once removed his hat with a show of polite- ness, but his manner lacked sincere respect. “There i is, unfortunately, no room for doubt,” he added. “The wounded man is per fectly clear-headed, and he tells a story equally clear. You will have to admit that you bave been mis- taken in the prisoner, Miss Sylvira.” “T shall do nothing of the kind!” the girl ex- claimed, her eyes sparkling, ‘*The best proof of Allan’s innocence is the fact that you say he is guilty!” The spirited retort was flung at Otis Preston with emphasis which made his face flush, but he was not easily put down, ‘““Have your own way, willful girl!” he re- torted, ‘‘ but you may be sorry for it, anon. Look here!” He advanced a pace and opened a door, and just beyond they saw a window which was crossed in two ways by strong iron bars. “Ts the sight pleasant?” Prestonasked. ‘ Are you now glad you clung to Dix? Does his future look bright? Yon have seen what is be- pe You are on the front of the bars, but ix is behind them. You have refused an honest friend; perhaps you still stand up for a wretch who, if Barker Grainsleck dies, will go to the gallows!” Preston closed the door with a bang, and the sound sent a chill to Sylvira’s heart. CHAPTER X, THE PRICE OF SAFETY. Jonas AMESBURY had but little of the brave spirit so prominent in Sylvira’s character, and at this new proof of Preston’s power, and his in- fluence over Sheriff Pierce and Allan's present destiny, the feeble old man was so moved that his eyes filled with tears. ‘Mr, Preston, I beg that you will have mercy upon the poor boy! !” he exclaimed, ‘* Young Dix is in the hands of law,” Preston stolidly replied. **T do not understand why we can’t see him.” “Tt would be irregular.” ‘* How so?” ‘* He is incarcerated for a serious crime.” ‘* But we are his friends.” ‘*So much the worse, Friends are the ene- mies of law when a criminal is behind the bars, Aid is frequently conveyed sevretly to such per- oa ee m -: i See ee ee ee -Lantern. sons, in the shape of poison to commit suicide or tools to break jail.” ** Surely you do not think we would do that!” exclaimed Amesbury. ‘“* We cannot say.” “T give my word of honor—” ** Neediessly, sir, I think I am justified in saying that you can see Dix under no circum- stances.” He glanced at Pierce as he spoke, and that creature of wax replied: “Quite right, Mr. Preston.” “This is outrageous!” Sylvira cried, her in- dignation once more conquering weaker emo- tions. ‘* My dear!” [é was a timid expostulation from Jonas, who had the greatest fear of Preston, and expected new trouble to rise if his anger was further aroused. Preston looked at the sheriff and coughed meanivgly, and that person discreetly retired, ‘* Jonas,” observed the master of destiny, ‘* Dix would have done better to go West.” ‘* My poor boy!” sighed the old man, ‘*T made a good offer,” pursued Preston, ‘I would bave gothim a valuable business situa- tion in Chicago, and the only return on his part would have been bis promise to never come East again, and never renew his old associa- tions.” ‘* Would to Heaven we were all in the West— or in a better land!” ‘Don’t sermonize, Jonas, Dix is young to die, or to go to prison for life.” Preston ‘spoke musingly, but Jonas exclaimed: ‘*Tn mercy’s name, sir, do not speak thus!” ‘* He ought to have an influential friend,” “Where can such a friend be found? What friend does the poor man have except a pitiful God? ‘** Possibly I might aid the lad if—” Preston’s manner had grown more and more of a thoughtful, musing nature, and his voice died away as though the ac tivity of his mind had silenced his tongue. **Oh, sir, if you could save my boy I would bless you!” Amesbury fervently replied. Sylvira’s str onger mind saw only new schemes behind this sudden change, but she remained quiet, “Do you suppose,” asked Preston, ‘“ that Dix would consent to take the Chicago posi- tion?” ** Oh, yes, sir!” ‘Barker Grainsleck has an even chance to live. If he dies, of course nothing can save Dix. Should he recover, I believe I have enough in- fluence with him to make Dix’s acquittal possi- ble. But I must have my reward,” The speaker walked to the window and looked out, to make sure no one was listenin then he turned, and fixed bis gaze upon Sy vira. ‘*Perhaps your fair daughter can surmise what that reward must be,” he added. Amesbury’s face fell. He, too, understood what was meant, ‘“*T am buman,” pursued Preston, ‘‘ and m heart is moved by one whose beauty and good- ness might well move an iceberg. Vet our fair Sylvira promise to te my wife, and I will domy best to save the boy!” The words were out, and they brought no embarrassment to the hardened wretch who uttered them, but Sylvira’s face flushed, **Do you call yourself a man,” she replied, in a low but thrilling voice, “ and dare make such a proposal?” ‘*The marriage proposal of an honest man,” Preston stolidly answered. “It is a libel on the word!” “Call it what you will; we will not quarrel over terms. I think you understand ine c early. Dix is to leave here permanently, take a good situation—to be supplied by me—in Chicago, ond remain there, while you are to abandon ‘all thought of him and marry me. I shall insist upon having the ceremony performed early enough to make sure there is no failure,” “Teisa question in my mind,” answered Syl- vira, in a voice which suppressed feeling ren- dered low and unnatural, ‘* whether you realize the enormity of your proposition, IT cannot understand how any human being can so coolly explain himself on such a point.” ** We will pass over that. Do you accept or decline?” ** Most emphatically, 1 decline!” ** Be not basty.” ‘*T am not bast “* Perhaps a fittle t time to think— **Tt is not necessary.” ** Then you will leave Dix to his fate?” —— **T leave him to the mercy of Providence,” Preston shrugged his shoulders, **T would as soon trust a tiger.” ‘¢Tt would be as well for you to do so, The mercy of Providence is not for men like you.” The assertion passed unnoticed, “*T am not disposed to accept arash decision,” Preston returned, ‘‘ and I will give you twenty- four hours to think it over. By that time we may be able to tell whether Grainsleck will re- cover, and you will have had time to decide whether you will save Dix.” Sylvira ignored allthis. “Do you “still refase to let us see him?” “Tea,” * By what authority?” “That of the sheriff. You have asked him and been refused,” Preston stepped to the door, and Pierce re- entered. ‘*T shall havo to ask you to go away now,” he said firmly. ‘*‘ You cannot see the prisoner, nor can I keep any one here.” He motioned to the door, and Sylvira pressed her adopted father’s arm to prevent further talk. She started for the door, and, with Ames- bury, went out in silence. Their expression tola a story of some sort of disappointment to the waiting crowd, and one of that number made himself spokesman and, while they were entering the vehicle, learned that admission had been refused them, This news Bey spread, and it served to in- crease the il feeling agaiust the prosecution, Ove man observed that if they were not law- abiding citizens he should counsel an attack on the jail, and his sentiments were generally echoed. Their devotion to the interest of law and order was being severely tried, In the meanwhile Amesbury and Sylvira were driving home, Little was said on the way, but their hearts were full. On their ar- rival they had a task even more painful to per- form—to tell Mrs, Amesbury how critical was the situation, It wasa house of mourning, in which there was not a doubt of Allan’s innocence. How he had become entangled in the web of evidence against him they did not know, but the blame was laid at Otis Preston’s door. For months the man had been a cloud that threatened the happiness of all. His fancy for Sylvira, and his refusal to accept a rejection at her hands, bad worried them all along, and events bad gone in a channel, like a boat pass- ing down a river, while the w ater grew rougher, metaphoric ally speaking, and they neared the rapids which were now so close at hand. And each step of the way bad been darkened by the presence, or influence of Otis Preston. Sylvira retired to her room, leaving the aged couple awhile alone, They were nearly keart- broken, Their adopted daughter and their nephew had been like own children to them, and it had been their dearest hope to have the young people marry, but hope seemed to have vanishec forever. Once more Sylvira proved her courage, and when she rejoined them, she was far calmer and more cheerful than was to be expected, She had encouraging words for them, and she so worked upon their age-affected minds, that they retired for the night with a degree of faith, After all, justice might triumph. Sylvira cid not feel what she advocated, She had no confidence in the plan of trusting blindly toluck, and for a long while she lay upon a sleepless bed, trying to see her way clear to aid Allan, The poverty of the parties most intimately concerned stood asa barrier to the only effort she could think of to clear Allan, and that was to get a first-class detective from New York, This seemed out of the question to ber, and it was all the more annoying because, believing in Allan’s innocence, she felt that earnest, skillful endeayor might serve to clear bim of all | charges: Had she been a man she would have taken the work upon herself, but, as she was not, she tried to think of some one who had the natural gifts to act as an amateur detective, She fell asleep with the question unsettled. Sleeping, she dreamed, and she tkought she was herself in a prison cell, ond that a rat was gnawing his way into the place. He was not visible, but she could hear bis sharp teeth work- ing, and the sound made her so nervous that she finally awoke, It was a partial relief to find she had been dreaming, but her thoughts flashed to Allan and consciousness brought little pleasure, Then there was a turn of events,
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eS eee Pix we : eae re ae. > =. Pec Jack-o’-Lantern. Sepa tet SD ae Upon her ear fell a sound like what she had dreamed of--like, and yet not wholly similar to the gnawing of a rat, She was at once interested. The noise seemed to be in the next room, but neither rats nor rice infested the house, and she was at a loss to account for it, Steacdily the sound continued, and the idea suddenly occurred to her that Mr. Amesbury, ee to sleep, had risen in the middle of the night. This was enough to bring her to her feet. She knew that he lacked the physical and mental strength to endure as younger persons could. She.quickly threw on her wrapper and, without striking a light, started for the chamber door. Some impulse led her to open it softly, and she bad no sooner done so, than she was glad she had been so cautious. Some one was in the next room, but it was not Mr, Amesbury; alight was burning there, but it was not that of any lamp belonging to the house. The only light came from a bull’s-eye lantern, and it revealed an unknown man, who wore a mask which wholly concealed his face. CHAPTER XX}, THE THIEF AT NIGHT, SYLVIRA stood in startled silence. She knew that this nocturnal visitor could not be account. ed for in any natural way, No person besides Mr, Amesbury and his wife had the right to be there, and the occupation of the man settled any doubts that might have been in Sylvira’s mind. Mr. Amesbury had a desk which was a relic of ‘‘ better days,” and one which differed from most desks in that it had a strong lock. ag masked man was trying to open this esk, The obstinacy of the lock, and, perhaps, the tools with which he worked, were against him, and he did not find the task easy. His efforts to force back the bolt made the noise which had attracted the girl’s attention. Sylvira remained motionless. After the first shock she did not feel that degree of fear which would have assailed most of her sex, for hers was a brave nature, but she did not know how to proceed. Something must be done, for it was plain the man wasarobber. There was not much in the house to steal, but they could not afford to lose anything; anc besides, he might end his work with a crime worse than robbery. One strong man could slay the three weak inmates of the house, The situation was rendered critical by the fact that the robber was between her and the Amesburys. She could not go to them without passing him, and as she could not pass with- out being discovered, this was out of the ques- tion, She was literally thrown upon her own re- sources, ‘ Minutes wore on and the masked man contin- ued his work, unconscious of the fact that he was under watch. Sylvira stood passive and tried to think of a way to act. She had the courage to confront him with a revolver—but she had not the revolver, There was absolutely no weapon in her possession, What was to be done? Various expedients occurred to her, but not one was satisfactory. Chance fiually settled the question. The robber had been losing his temper stead- ily on account of his ill-luck, and he suddenly raised his head with an irritable exclamation, The result was unavoidable. He caught sight of Sylvira, and the discovery seemed to fill him with consternation. Some object which he held in his hand fell clattering to the floor, and he was as much dumfounded as Ng ade he had run upon a night robber him- sell, This lasted for only a moment. He made a clutch for bis lantern, and in a moment more the slide was turned off and the room left in darkness, Sylvira started back, expecting an attack, and, indeed, the footsteps of the man were to be heard, but sho was in no danger. The faint light to be seen at the window was abruptly shut off, and then, as it showed again, the sound of a fall was to be heard outside, and the man was gone! He had leaped from the window, and the girl heard rapid footsteps as he rushed away at ull speed, She hurried to the window. She could see i a a a ee him receding at a distance, but it was too late to give the alarm. No one else was visible, and no one was likely to be astir. . Sylvira turned away from the window. Her first impulse was to arouse her adopted parents, but her final decision was in keeping with her character. She refiected that the danger was over, and that Jonas and his wife might be sleeping peacefully, She decided not to arouse them. It would be folly to pursue the robber, and they could do no good, Instead, she found and lighted her own lamp, and ten proceeded to survey the room where the robber had worked. She did not believe he had entered any other room in the house, Almost the first thing she saw was the object he had dropped. It proved to be a bottle of oil, and a quantity smeared «pon the lock of the desk showed that be had brought it to deaden the sounds and make the bolt work easier. He had had his labor for nothing, for the lock had resisted all his efforts, Sylvira made a careful search, but nowhere else in the room could she find trace of his work. A dollar bill lay upon the clock-shelf, and just above if hung Amesbury’s gold watch. ‘This was old aud worn, and would no longer act its destined part, but the gold case was certainly worth something, The presence of these articles suggested a fact of no small importance to her mind, The robber had not corae in search of money. What then had been his object? Her gaze turned to the desk. The answer was there. He had desired something which he knew, or believed, to be there. This was very suggestive, though it left her more in tke dark than ever. In a general way, she knew very well what the desk contained. There were many papers which had bearing upon Mr. Amesbury’s former business life, and a large lot of accumu- lated letters—and that was all, As far as she knew, there was nothing in the desk which was of value to any one but Mr, Amesbury, and, perhaps, they were of no real value to him. Why, then, had the robber been so anxious to open the desk? Why had he left the money and watch untouched, and made such a determined effort on something that would not yield bim anything of financial value?—or, as. far as she could see, of value in any way. Here was a mystery, and she tried in vain to solve it. Convinced that he had known what he was about, and had been working with a clear purpose, she tried to imagine what that purpose could be. The attempt was a failure. Later, she gave attention once more to the bottle of oil. The bottle was of the ordinary kind, and was witheut a label, but it interested her a good deal. It was the one clew left by the robber, and smaller things than that had before then led to the detection of an evil-doer, It was theu only two o’clock, and Sylvira de- termined to not only secure more sleep, but baffle the unknown, if he should return; so she moved the desk to her own room—a task by no means easy—and set the bottle of oil upon it. This done, she locked the door, left the light burning low and retired, She did not expect further trouble, but if it came, she was as well prepared as possible. The remainder of the night passed quietly, and when she arose there was nothing to tell of the nocturnal visit, and the Amesburys had nothing to reveal, Sylvira waited until after breakfast, and then opened the subject. Her first questions were in regard to the contents of the desk, and she found her own opinion verified. Jonas stated that it contained nothing of practical value. Some of the letters therein he did value, because they brought up pleasant recollections of a8 past, and the business papers he saved from abit, Further than that, the contents of the desk might be burned, and no one would be injured or benefited. ‘ When this point had been established, Syl- vira told of the night visitor. Jonas and his wife were surprised and alarmed, but the latter feeling soon joie place to perplexity when she had presented the case in the light, or want of light, it bad to her. ‘*A robber, yet he didn’t take the money!” uttered Amesbury, thoughtfully. ‘* He came for something else,” ** What could it have been?” ‘Something in the desk.” ‘* But there is nothing there worth taking.” ‘*T doubt it.” “Then why did he try to open the desk?” ‘*He may not have known how valueless the contents were, and expected something.” “Yet he left the money that was plainly visible.” This reply overturned the old gentleman’s theory, and he found bimself wholly at loss, ‘* Who knows what you keep in the desk?” continued Sylvira. *“Nobody but Allan—that is, except in a general way. All the neighbors know vaguely what I liave there,” ‘* It was one of them tried to rob you!” “Tt was?” te Yes, ” ‘* How do you know?” “IT know it intuitively, and, furthermore, I am sure it meant a new attack upon Allan!” Amesbury looked at the girl in wonder. ‘* How could that be?” ¥ **T don’t know, but I feel sure of what I say.” ‘‘' You must lave a logical reason, I suppose,” replied Jonas smiling faintly. ‘* No; I must confess that I have none, yet I feel sure of what Isay. It wasa neweffort to injure Allan.” ; ** But how could they do it?” **T don’t know; and if you can think of noth- ing, we may as well let it rest at that, There is something more important to do, We must find the robber!” ‘** How can that be done?” ‘¢ The one clew is the bottle he left.” ‘*-You think we can learn whose it was, eh?” ‘* We must try.” ‘*T am afraid we should make sorry work acting as detectives.” ‘* We must get a more capable person. We cannot hirea regular detective, for we have no money with which to pay him. Can you sug- gest any one here?” “Tt would need a sharp naan.” ‘“True, Nothing less would do.” ** [don’t know where we shall find him,” ‘* Still, it must be done; we must know who the robber was, If this is done, it may throw some light on the plot against Allan,” CHAPTER XII. ANOTHER DIVER APPEARS, JACK-O’-LANTERN and Albert Bufort had planned to be early at the old wreck that morn- ing, and renew their work, but they overslept somewhat, and it was broad daylight when the former awoke. He aroused Albert, and then leaped out of d ““ We've got to be up an’ bustlin’,” he declared ; and he began to throw on his clotkes. ; ‘* Wish and private treasure bite best early in the day,” jocosely answered Albert, as ke fol- lowed Jack’s example. ** An’ ef we fish too late, other men may drop a hook for our pet fish.” ‘*Lucky they don’t possess Shubal Gaylor’s paper, to use for bait.” . With these light observations the boys finish- ed dressing, and then Jack went to the window. He had barely done this when he uttered a sharp exclamation, ‘** What’s up?” Albert asked. **Come here!” Albert obeyed. Jack was pointing, and the direction of his finger was toward a well-known place, His young ally looked, and what he saw startled him. A boat was anchored directly above the Sbark’s Back! While the boys looked a human head appeared. above the water, and then its owner clambered into the boat. ‘*Some one is after the treasure!” Albert ‘‘By my life, that’s bad!” ‘* D’ye know who he is?” “ No, ” *Tdo, an’ I ain’t s’prised ter see him there, That's our old friend, Burt Moffet!” ‘*Then he’s after the treasure, sure,” ‘* He’s pryin’ 7: ound there ter see what we was after, an’ he’s a mighty dangerous chap, Yes, he’s after our secret, an’ we are after him,” Jack threw on his hat as he spoke and started for the door, and Albert promptly followed, Their first impulse was to run toward the beach at full speed and take Burt to task, but second thought showed them tbat this would be the best of proof that they had reason to fear bis presence there, < He was sittingin his boat, and as he did not seem tohave anything to occupy his time, the chances were he had thus far made no great discovery. 5 | .
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aF +2. a pa ted , € R, . Seepeei is - eae 8 nas YG sa Se. . ~ = i x F ia ~ et 4 a be Sm AAS - a + “ yaw Ate * Plainly, the wisest way was to proceed with moderation. They walked toward the beach, and Burt was not long in discovering them. When be did this he showed some irresolution, but finally pulled up his anchor, dipped bis oars and began pulling away. They were not near enough to interview him, unless they hailed and stopped him,and as they had no desire to do that, he was allowed to go. He seemed to take great care not to seemin a hurry, and dipped the oars quite slowly, but when they were in the water he pulled with a force which showéd a strong inclination to es- pore without closer contact with the other Oys. Outwardly, they ignored him, but by the time they reached the water their plans were formed, Anxious, if possible, not to have him think they were eager to drive him away, they deliberately entered their own boat and pulled from shore. ** No treasure-huntin’, ter-day,” observed Jack. ‘That fellow may leave for good,” ‘** He will stay for bad!” Jack retorted. ‘‘ You don’t ketch him actin’ the manly part. I don’t b’lieve he’s found out our secret—though he may have diskivered there’s a wreck down by the Sbark’s Back—an’ now he’ll hover nigb enough ter watch us,” ‘“‘That’s bad,” ‘*Bad fur treasure-huntin’.” ‘* Can’t we do something?” “ Yes,” “What?” “When I see Burt Moffet, I kin thrash him like all creation.” “That wouldn’t reflect much credit on you.” “Tt would ef I did him up in good shape,” an- swered Jack, with calm and logical promptness, “*T know you're ag’in scraps, but, say, what biz has that varmint ter play the sneak ag’in’ us?” Albert had to smile at his friend’s matter-of- fact way, and he did not try further to change his belief. They reaehed the eastern end of the Shark’s Back and dropped anchor. As Jack had said, treasure-hunting was out of the question while Moffet was near, and they kept away from the point where the old pirate sbip lay under the waves. Determined to keep up appearances, they began to fish as assiduously as though their ‘whole interest was centered in the finny inbab- itants of the deep. Burt Moffet did not disappoint Jack; he drew off to a safe distance, and then turned fisherman and began to dangle his hook with a great show of interest—as he thought. Really, it was perfectly plain to Jack and Albert that he cared not a picayune for the fish, and the frequent furtive looks he stole at his neighbors showed that bis curiosity was still working with full force, , Nothing occurred to reward bim, Jack and Albert devoted an hour to fisbing, and then raised their anchor and returned to shore. By the time they had finished break- fast Burt was evidently tired of his task, and he was to be seen pulling for the distant village, His rivals went to the attic to consult, They had cleaned up all of the old coins, and as they had been found all right, the zeal of the boys was stronger than ever, and they were anxious to resume work on the old wreck, ‘“* But how be we goin’ ter do it?” Jack asked. ‘That mean critter ain’t goin’ ter give us our mornin’s alone ter ourselves any more; he'll be on hand ter pry an’ spy.” “‘T shall have to leave it to you to outwit him,” ‘*T kin see only one way.” * How is that?” ‘Work when he don’t expect us to.” “ We can’t work at night.” “ No,” ‘Then when shall we?” “At noon, Burt has got the idee that morn- in’ is our fav’rite time, an’ be’ll be on hand as sharp as we be. Unluckily, he has jest as good right there as we hev, an’ we can’t keep him off by law.” “Hardly.” “T might tackle him,” added Jack, with per- fect candor, “ an’ I know I could do him up, ef he is older than me; but I ain’t sure that would keep him away.” “Don’t think of it, Jack. 1 don’t want to be mixed up with any fighting, for it won’t do any honor to us, and you would probably be ““ Like as not,” ‘*We want to keep on good terms with the ” “Yes: though we don’t hanker ter be on ————————— Saree Fr, Sox hy aah , =P" : Py’ — : sled 0 Jack-o’-Lantern. sig i with Moffet, Now, I'll give ye my idee, ** What is it?” “Burt won’t very likely be’round at noon ter-day, an’ I move that we go out an’ make another bold push. We may learn enough so we shall know what to do ’bout the case.” ‘“‘{ think your plan is the best. As long as we can no longer be sure of safety from observa- tion, the sooner we strike and get what we can out of the wreck, the better. Moffet may use his tongue in the village, and bring others down upon the wreck,” “*Skeercely that, fur he’s a sly, secret rogue, He won't likely tell many on’t, but he may git two or three o’ his cronies, an’ come prepared ter look the wreck over, anyhow, peace or war. Here was a new possibility, and it troubled them not a little. They talked the matter over freely, and were more than ever of the opinion that prompt action was necessary, It, was decided that they should let no time go | to waste, and they prepared for work. After dinner they took a look at the coast and, failing to see any one, started out on the trip. Going to the beach, they entered the boat, pulled out to the Shark’s Back and an- chored. Then Jack put on the rubber suit and took to the water. Previous experience had rendered him confi- | dent, and he sought the wreck with determina- | tion and zeal. A little investigation satisfied him that if Bart had found the old ship at ail, he had not made any further progress; and then Jack entered the lower part thereof, His first step was to go to the captain’s cabin, to see if any more treasure was to be found there, He was hindered by the floating objects, but these were vot allowed to baffle him. ely- ing partly upon his eyes and partly upon his hands, be finally completed a search that satis- fied him that the resources of that particular place had been exhausted. Nothing discouraged, he started for new fields of conquest. Somewhere in the ship must be stored the treasure referred to by Sbhubal Gaylor—the common stock of the old pirates, He set out to find it. In many ways the craft was constructed dif- ferently from vessels of bis day, but as he bad free access to all parts, he went on slowly, feel- ing his way when necessary, and examining place after place. Strauge things were encountered, but not the hoped-for coin and bullion, Point after point was subjected to search, but all to no purpose, At last he stood once morein the main cabin. His failure had discouraged bim somewhat, and he was fast arriving at the conclusion that if more treasure was there, it could be reached only by tearing the wreck entirely to pieces. Mechanically he put out his hand and felt of the wall, and it encountered a slight recess. 1t was a door which had previously escaped his notice, “* Another cabin,” he thought. ‘‘ Mebbe old Cap’n Chubbock’s mate slept here. Wonder ef he had a private treasure?” Jack tried to open the door, It resisted bis efforts, and he found that it was fastened witha ponderous padlock. The boy at once became interested. A room secured so strongly must bave contained some- thing of importance.. He began to consider how he could force the lock, and then, remem- bering how many years had elapsed, he tried pa expedient of throwing himself against the oor. It flew from its place without hardly any re- sistance, and the way was clear. Another small cabin was before him. At first Jack thought he had found a place en- tirely empty, and there was no furniture there, and no sign that it had ever been used asa sleeping-room; but as he began to move about, he ran upon some low object which rapped his knees erga He stooped to examine it, and the result sent his blood shooting rapidly through bis veins, It was an old-fashioned chest, or box, with another heavy padlock upon it. Considerably excited he attacked the lid, but found it out of the question to raise it. The lock resisted his efforts, and it became clear he would have to get some missile to break it. Re- membering that he had before found a hatchet, he again looked it up and returned to the cabin. A few blows shattered the lid around the lock, and he raised the former without trouble. He thrust bis hand inside, and it encountered some solid object. He gained a surer grasp, and raised a substance the feeling of which gave him a new shock of anticipation, He examined it quickly. It was an extremely heavy bar of some metal, a foot long and as large as his wrist. He stood like one dazed. “Gold, silver or iron?’ he whispered, as though there was some one to hear bim. Again he plunged his hand into the chest, and in a few moments be had established one fact. A large pile of similar bars had been packed there in an orderly way. ‘*Rureka!” he cried; ‘it’s the old pirates” bullion!” His hand was still busy, and it encountered something morse. He pulled, and with some labor raised an object like the steel-link ba found in the captain’s cabin, only larger an much heavier. : By that time he was too much excited to re- main quiet. He was eager to get his treasures to the light and examine them with Albert Bu- fort. Holding fast to the bag and the bar—a burden of no small weight—he retraced his steps as rapidly as possible. Toiling through tbe darkness he finally reached the deck, and was all ready for the | journey to the upper world, CHAPTER XIII. A GOOD HAUL. HAVING some doubt of bis ability to carry all his burden with bim in the ascent, even with Albert’s aid, Jack detached the rope from his waist and secured it to the bar and the bag. This done, he rose quickly to the surface, His appearance without ony previous signal surprised Albert, and when the latter noticed the absence of the rope he grew alarmed, ‘‘Have you had an adventure?’ he asked, ‘‘ Yes,” Jack replied, ‘‘ Not with a shark?” ‘Haul on the rope an’ see,” As he spoke Jack, too, laid hold of the i, and the hauling was begun. <A suspicion of the truth entered Albert’s mind, but the idea seem-~- ed so absurd that he did not mention it. Up came the rope and at last up with it came the burden. Jack made an effort and landed both in the bottom of the boat, The bag did not look so large as before, nor the weight ap- pear so great as when they were pulling against the water; but there lay the two, and as the bag was so much like the smaller one before found, Albert looked at it with eyes large and round with excitement. ‘*¢ Here’s my shark!” quoth Jack, ‘““What in the world—” Jack lifted the bag and shook it, and it gav forth a sound which had become very familiar to their ears. ‘Great Scott! coins?” ‘Sounds like it, don’t it?” “Why, there are ten times as many as be- fore!” ‘“¢ Bef ‘tis money, an’I guess it’s safe ter bet’ on that. I don’t know’s we had better open it here.” ‘* But this other thing--” The speaker stopped as Jack Hfted the bar, ‘* How about the pirates’ bullion?” the boy asked, coolly. Do you think this is gold?” * “T don’t know. Dull-Jookin’ color, ain’t it? But time may have changed it.” ‘*T doubt if the pirates’ bullion was pure gold. T don’t understand much about bullion, old-time or new, but there is more likely to be a mixture, with the most precious ore predominating. Th try it!” ‘Albert drew bis knife and made the test, but, found the bar too hard to be cbipped off, “Gold ean be cut,” observed Jack, doubt- fully. “Pure gold could be influenced, but I don’t look for pure gold in this shape, How’d you find it?” 3 sibs Jack told the story of his discovery, ‘That settles it!” Albert declared, “* How so?” ‘Do you suppose the pirates would have car- ried a box of these bars, and especially with them under lock and key, if they had been worthless?” “T cave! We've found the bullion, an’ we kin afford ter bear some loss on baser metals mixed in. Why, there’s heaps o’ them bars down there!” Albert took his friend’s hand. “Jack, we’re ricb!” he declared, ‘* Millionaires!” ' ‘* Possibly we shall be, if we can get it all.” ‘““We must! Say, we'll lay Jow until dark, have you another bag of
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Le 5 SES ae ee fy at ae >? £ oe ————— a see OF yh - se Ee — “Ae Sse . ee LES > Seeteeetine eater a ih eae ot woes ith ik iy Fas = 1? se x N Jack-o’-Lantern. an’ then work all night. We'll carry the whole lot ter the house,” ‘* Not in one night.” “Why not?” “‘If there is as much as you say, it will be a long, hard job to raise it, let alone taking it to the house.” ‘*{ s’pose we’ve got ter go slow, an’, as the fu’st step, le’s take what we have ter safer quarters,” This was good advice, for they might at any moment be interrupted, and when Jack bad put off the rubber suit, they pulled to the shore, All their property could not be carried at once, so the rubber suit was left until the supposed treasure was safe in the attic. Next, Jack brought in what remained in the boat, and the work was done, During his absence Albert had opened the bag, and the contents was scattered upon the table, As had been hoped, the yield of the smaller bag had been repeated—doubloons and smaller coins were everywhere, Jack thrust his hands deep into his pockets and surveyed the treasure with a comical air. ‘*D’ye know how houses sell in New York?” he asked. ‘For cash, when possible.” *“T know two chaps who kin pay cash. Eh?” Vee, sir. : **' We will begin light,” declared Jack-o’-Lan- tern, ‘‘an’ buy one side o’ Broadway from Maiden Lane to Fulton street,” He plunged his hand into the pile of coins. ‘* Figger upon these, Al,” he directed. The money was counted and estimated as be- fore, and they decided that the new acquisition was worth twenty thousend dollars. The value of the smaller pieces was still unknown, but the figures were close enough to satisfy them. More than that, they were dazzled. Already they seemed like very rich persons, and the bullion remeined to be secured, How much there was of it, and what its value was, they did not know. The remainder of the afternoon was passed in alternate periods of idleness and work on the coins, but Jack’s tongue was never at rest. He indulged in the wildest day-dreams and castle- building imaginable, and his odd conceits kept Albert in the best of humor. Treasure was not to be found in such a way every day. It was not until near night that they remem- bered they had another object to interest them, but recollection of Allan Dix finally came to disturb Jack's mind. ““We'll hide our prey an’ go ter the village this evenin’,” be announced. ‘‘We may get some more news.” This plan met Albert’s approval, and, after supper, they started for the village. They were nearing it when a horse and carriage, driven by a lady, came up behind and steadily gained upon them. _ The lady was Sylvira, and Jack recognized her witk friendly interest. He had always liked her, for she had never failed to give hima friendly word; and since he knew of the state of affairs between her and Allan Dix, his good opinion had greatly increased. His eyes now brightened as she neared them, and he received the usual pleasant smile and kind greeting, but he could not but see how sad and pale she looked. She drove past a few yards, looked around, Sadao: stopped her horse and motioned to ack, He was quickly by the side of the carriage. ** Have you seen Allan Dix?’ she asked. ** Not sence he was took up, miss,” **Do you think he is guilty” ** Do I?” cried Jack, his eyes flashing. sir; I don’t think so.” “Why not?” “* Because he ain’t that kind of a man.” ‘*T am glad to see you are so faithful to your friends, Jack.” **T know Allan, I do; an’ he never hurt no- bod 4,7 ‘* Jack, they say you are a shrewd boy.” ** Well, [ dunno, miss.” ** How would you like to help me?” “Td do anything in the world for ye.” “Do you think you could make a detective?” **On Ailan’s case?” ‘* No; on a new one,” “T'd like ter try, ef [kin help you.” “You shall hear,” Sylvira answered; and then she told the story of the attempted bur- ary. Jack and Albert listened with interest, but both failed to see the idea that was in her mind “ce No, until she plainly stated that though she did not understand the affair, she believed it was in- tended to injure Allan Dix further, in some way. Albert received this statement with consider- able doubt—which he did not express—but Jack promptly accepted Sylvira’s view. ‘** That looks logical!” he declared. “*Do you understand how the burglar expect- ed to hurt Allan Dix’s case?” Sylvira asked, anxiously, Jack made a desperate effort to ‘‘see,” but as he was relying upon his impressions, and bad no foundation whatever for the opinion, he failed to connect, “T don’t zactly ketch on,” he admitted, ‘* but Tain’t a doubt but your idee is right.” ‘*Do you understand what I want you to do?” ‘Find the burglar,” ‘Ves. How will you do it?” ‘* He le’t a clewin tie way o’ that bottle.” ‘* Exactly. Iam glad to see that you realize the importance of that. Now, I feel that it would be useless to look for the would-be robber in any direct way, and a] turns upon the bottle of oil. Can you find out who owned it?” “7 kin try hard.” “Tt may not be easy.” ** Jest what [ was thinkin’ on, are rayther common,” “This was near full, and from its general con- dition, J thought it might have been purchased recently. Do you suppose you could learn any- thing by taking it to the various stores, to see if the merchants have sold—” ‘Hold on!” exclaimed Jack, ‘* Yes.” ‘* By Jinks! I’ve got an idee!” ** What is it?” ‘*T seen Burt Moffet buy jest sech a bottle of ile at Temple’s, a week ago,” “* Are you sure?” “Yes; though I can’t say posityve that twas this one. Temple furnished the bottle, an’ he ought ter know. Burt Moffet,” the speaker ad- ded, ‘‘ is mean enough for anything.” “T believe that. Will you go into Temple’s and see if they know anything about it?” *T will, right off, quick.” “Do so, please. I am going to. Mr. Wood- son’s, and you can come there to make your re- port. 7: I won’t keep ye waitin’ long.” Jack was eager to get to work. He felt high- ly honored by the confidence placed in him, and was anxious to aid both Sylvira and Allan. The girl drove along, and the boys walked brisk- ly after. Jack-o-Lantern, true to his nature, began to build air-castles in which be was to circumvent the powers opposed to them; and Albert refrained from saying that there was no proof that the burglar had even heard of Allan ix. Jack, however, went to Temple’s store with great confidence. Once there his caution returned, and he ap- proached the proprietor in a way not calculated to arouse suspicion, Coming gradually to the point, he finally produced the bottle and asked if Temple had any like it. The merchant looked critically, ‘*No; but I had this very bottle, once.” ** Sure?” “ce Yes,” ** How long ago?” ** A week or two.” “ How kin you tell it’s the same bottle?” ‘* Look on the bottom of it, and you will see it is imperfect there. See that little, sbarp piece of glass sticking out? Well, 1 cut my finger on that, and I can swear to the bottle. I had it until I filled it with oil and sent itaway.” ‘* Who was the “ile for?” ‘*Otis Preston!” CHAPTER XIV. JACK LOOKS IN. JacK made a start which would certainly bave surprised Templeif he had noticed it. The reply bad not been expected by Jack. All he kad hoped for was to establish the fact that Burt had bought it. He had not expected more; he had expected considerable trouble to get the next installment of news. ‘* Preston sent over by young Moffet to get it,” the merchant added, ‘* Did Burt say so?’ “ Yes.” ‘* Do you s’pose he told the truth?” ‘*Why, yes; Preston often sends by him, and this was charged to him. See!” Temple flapped open his book, and the account of Otis Preston was revealed. It showed that Bottles of ’ile five different articles had been charged on the same day, and the oil was one of the lot, ‘“*Young Moffet got them all,” Temple con- tinued. ‘* Preston always has his things charged, . but he pays regular once a quarter. tis is good pay.” : Tack had learned what be wanted, and Albert was there as a witness to all that had been said; and now the boy began to wonder how he was to get away without being questioned in return. Luckily a customer came in at that time, and the young detectives seized the chance to leave the store, Jack led the way to a retired place. ** How’s that fur a beginnin’?” be asked, ‘* You have scored a big point.” ‘* Should say so, by Jiminy! How does Mister Otis Preston show up now?” “* Unfavorably. nless Burt lied when he got the oil, it looks as though Preston was in the game.” ‘* Preston was the robber.” “Why do you think so?” ; ‘t Miss Sylvira said he was pooty good size, an’ Burt don’t fill that bill.” ‘That's a fact.” ‘*Ob! Preston is the man.” ‘What could he want at Amesbury’s?” ** Now you hey me, I don’t know, an’ that is the thing fur us ter find out next.” It occurred to Albert that this might prove no easy task, but he did not seek to discourage Jack. Assoon as the latter had recovered his composure somewhat, they went to report to Sylvira, and when the story was told, they foun] her very ready to accept Jack’s view of the case. ‘““ You may safely believe that it was Preston or scme one sent by him,” she declared. “t suspected it all along.” **He’s mean enough; but what did he want?” Sylvira shook her head. ‘*T have vainly tried to decide,” she answered. ** How kin we find out?” ‘*T don’t know; I feel helpless.” ‘*T don’t! Preston is only a man, an’ I’m bound ter beat him,” “ Providence grant you may!” ‘Preston an’ Barker Grainsleck are in the plot ag’ia’ Allan, an’ it wouldn’t s’prise me ef Otis had put Barker up ter lie it onter our frien’. Somebody else hit Grainsleck, but they’re bound ter git Allan inter the scrape. They sha’n’t do it!” This zeal greatly pleased Sylvira, but when they had talked further she was obliged to con- fess, to herself, that, pleasant as his asser- tions were, they were no more than boyish con- fidence. Jack had no idea how he was to ac- complish his great work, i Sylvira felt, however, that considerable pro- gress had been made, and she soon returned to Amesbury’s. When she had gone Jack and Albert wander- ed around for some time and listened to the pre- vailing conver. ation, but Jack did not forget that he bad turned detective and, having an ob- ject to accomplish, must find some way to ac- complish it, He finally turned to his friend. * Al, I’ve got an errand ter do. Had you jest assoon go ter the shed nigh Dix’s store, an’ wait fur me there?’ Albert answered that be had. It did not oc- cur to him that Jack intended to take another detective step, or he might have insisted upon going along. They separated, and the adven- turer walked briskly away. The village, though scattered, was not large, and be soon neared his destination, This was a house which stood somewhat apart from the others, and in the midst of a collection of trees which, once well kept, were now fast assuming the aspect of a jungle, It was the residence of Otis Preston, and Jack had come to investigate. Darkness had fallen an bour before, and as there was but little danger of being seen, the boy climbed over the fence and invaded the grounds, ‘*New business, this is!” he seliloquized, “TI wa’n’t never in the habit o’ breakin’ an’ enterin’, but I s’pose detectives hev a right ter go whar they please, Anyhovv, ef I kin trip up the ras- cals, an’ help Allan, this job won’t worry me,” He approached the house and saw that ligbts were burning in at least two rooms. One was in the part of the house whicb, he thought, was used as a kitchen, while the other was ina room at the side next to him. Here, he felt sure, Preston was to be found, ‘* Wonder what the critter is doin’?” . There was only one way to settle this question, and he proceeded aboutit. The room was on the lower floor, and a piazza extended along oe Sy See Ctl ‘ Fy br . : CRE OI Tt OTS ge: eS hee ve
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Jack-o’-Lantern. was revealed to him, He paused in startled surprise, but the sight of the intruder hastening toward the window was enough to quickly stir the entire side of the house. The curtains were lowered, but, as the windows were raised, it would be very easy to get a view of the in- terior. him into action again. Jack determined to gain sucha view, | ‘* Stop, you thief!” he shouted; and then he He moved to the piazza, and then crept care- | made a rush for the person indicated, full along. His bare feet gave forth no sound, Jack was not a boy to be alarmed easily, and and he was soon at the window, The need of | be was not alarmed in this emergency. He had caution became greuter than ever, and he push- | reached the window, and he sprung out with ed aside one corner of the curtain with the _one effort, He was then on the piazza, and, as greatest possible care. | he afterward expressed it, had before him ‘* the The desired view of the interior was gained. | ‘hull 0’ Long Island.” The room had one occupant, and one only. He continued bis flight, but Preston was not Otis Preston sat at a table, engaged in writing. | disposed to let bim off easily. He too leaped His right side was toward Jack, thus lessen- | agilely out of the window, and then he dashed ing the danger of discovery, and the latter soon | after the fugitive. perceived that he was engaged upon some task Jack bad no great amount of fear, which absorbed his whole attention. Although | He was a | | good runner, and, unless he encountered some a man of education, and a ready writer, bis pen | new obstacle, felc capable of racing with any now moved very slowly and carefully, and in | one in the town; but the way in which Preston every way he showed that he bad work of more | rushed across the grounds showed that be was than common importance, no mean adversary. dack looked with wonder, : Up to that time Preston had not bad a fair What task was the man worrying over? view of him, and the possibility that he had not The boy’s gaze wandcred, and it found some- | been recognized made Jack anxious to resort to thing more of interest. A strauge object lay | secrecy. If he ran out of the grounds at once, upon the table in front of Preston, hat was | Preston was likely to recognize him in the it? At first Jack thought it was anold-fashioned | street, and be determined to try artifice, ‘**sun-bonnet,” but this idea soon vanished, | ‘The wilderness-like state of Preston’s proper- Black of color, it was a good deal like a helmet, | ty, and the darkness of the night, made this enly there was more of 1t. : possible and just as Preston had spreac all sails, Suddenly an idea struck Jack, and it was soso to speak, for a straightaway race, Jack affecting that he let the curtain drop, doubled around a group of rose-bushes and shot He remembered that the burglar of Amesbury | away in another direction. house bad worn a mask, and that Sylvira had The pursuer lost ground, and he lost his tem- ‘aid it was none of the wretched apologies for | per, too; he shouted angrily to the fugitive, and masks in general use—half-masks which make | once more made a rush for him, no disguise for the wearer—but one which was Jack-o’-Lantern was in higb glee. His con- so full as to shut off all chance of recognition. fidence was at the flood-tide, and he fet capable ‘Kin it be I’ve found the very ’dientikel ob- | of playing hide-and-seek with Preston indefi- jick” thought Jack, in amazement, “ Kin it | nitely. He would have liked to return a few be be would act so tremenjus foolish as ter leave words to aggravate him, but his voice might the thing ’round arter bein’ diskivered at Ames- | betray his identity. bury’s?—ef it was him, an’, of course, ’twas ‘* You scoundrel!” shouted Preston, ‘you are him.” not going to get away from me. I'll have you if I keep this up all night, and when I get you, Pll land you in jail. Vil give you the full benefit of the law!” Jack took another look, There lay the queer object, and this second look only served to make him more positive, It was the mask, and evidence was accumu. His remarks and his movements came to a lating against Preston rapidly. Unless Jack stop at the same moment, He had chased Jack was greatly in error, Preston was the burglar, | around another group of bushes, and then he Preston pushed back his chair and arose, It | made a sudden discovery. { almost seemed as though he had read Jack’s The fugitive had disappeared! thoughts, when, reaching out, he lifted the | Preston looked sharply around and turned to mask; but it was soon to be seen that he bad a ! the bushes. practical object in view. there. He moved to the side of the room, where a It dawned upon the plotter that he bad been fire-place pierced the wall, and threw the mask | outwitted, and he made a rush toward the road. He plunged inside—Jack was not into the recess, Then he fumbled in his pockets, | No sign of the fugitive. He turned back and fouud a match and lighted it.’ When it was | bastened through the grounds. He seemed to burning well he stooped with the evident inten- The startling truth tion of igniting the mask, Jack went into a fever at once. If the mask was burned, a most important piece of evidence would be forever lost. : bbe was to be done? be the only person there. dawned upon bim, He had lost the battle! CHAPTER XV, A DIVER COMES TO GRIEF, Ir was the dawn of another morning. Jack Lee partially rose from his bed in the attic and looked toward the little old table, Upon it were piled several of the peculiar bars of the old wreck, which they ho and believed to be bullion. They represented the work of the previous night, done after the boys had returned from the village, and they had more reason than ever to feel jubilant, Jack was still feasting his eyes when Albert awoke, and though their night's rest had been but short, the return of conscionsness was enough to stopall tendency to sleep further. Wealth, as they thought, was there to a mar- velous degree, Who would sleep when he could feast on such treasures? They arose, dressed and looked the bullion over, and then looked again at the cvins, to make sure they had not disappeared. _While thus occupied there was a new diver- sion, Loud cries reached their ears, and as they seemed to be calls for help, the boys hastened to the window, They had an uninterrupted view of the beach, and as the cries continued, they were not lng ir. locating them, A boat was to be seen floating over the Shark’s Back, and as they looked they saw a pair of arms beating the water near the craft, ‘* Somebody is drowning!” cried Albert. “Yes; an’ I know who ‘tis, That’s Burt Moffet’s boat, sure pop. The ’tarnal snake has tried more tricks, an’ come ter grief.” The speaker did not show much sorrow, but Albert spoke quickly. “We must go to his help, He has got into trouble, and will drown unless he has help, Come on!” A breath of air came down the chimney, and the light was extinguished. Preston growled some irritable comment and threw the remain- der of the match away. Then he searched his pockets again. This time he was not successful, and he turned and left the room, It flashed upon Jack that he had gone for another match, in order to make sure of the de- struction of the mask, and the boy’s decision wasatoncemade, —_ Brushing the curtain aside, he leaped through the window and stood in the room, A few steps took him to the fire-place, and he secured the mask and turned cele f Believing that Preston would soon return, he did vot in- tend to delay, but as he turned he was brought face to face with the table, and the result of Preston’s recent writing lay before him. The temptation was too strong to be resisted, and he again stopped. The first thing he saw was a sheet of paper upon which the name Allan A. Dix had been written not less than thirty times—that and nothing more. Next to it lay a legal-looking paper, half-printed and half-written; and be- yond wus a short letter which was signed with the initials ‘* A. A, D,” All this was to Jack evidence of a deep plot on Preston’s part, but he bad time to look no further, He heard Preston’s footsteps again and realized that he was returning. mee Jack acted upon the impulse of the mo- men He made a grasp at the papers, secured them, ana turned to retreat. He had taken only a few steps when Preston ueeeenred 20 the doorway, and the whole scene —-— He hurried away, and Jack was not slow to follow. Much as he disliked Burt, be was not inclined to let him die if he could help it, and if the boy’s life was not in danger, his cries were very deceptive. They burried from the house and ran down the beach, but before they reached the water the cries had ceased, It looked as though they would be too late, but they did not pause. Quickly entering their own boat, they pulled for the Shark’s Back, During the trip Moffet’s craft was between them and the point where they had seen the waving arms, aud it was not until they bad passed the other boat that they could see any- thing. ' When they had done this, the facts were partially revealed at a glance. The head and arms of some person were to be seen above wa- ter, but not in their ordinary form, Their owner was incased in a diver’s suit, Evidently he was not dead, for there was a slight motion of the bands, Lut, plainly, he was in sore distress, : Jack swung the boat around and both seized the unknown and lifted stoutly, but there was some resistance from below. ‘* He's ketched in sometbin’,” observed Jack. ** Jest hold onter him,” ; Albert obeyed, and his friend secured a knife and cut open the helmet part of the rubber suit. ‘The dark, discolored face of Burt Moffet was revealed, He was not dead, for his gaze was turned upon them with an agonized, appealing look, but it lacked but Jittle of it. Once more Jack bade Albert hold fast, and then, still grasping the knife, he dove into the water. There wasa brief delay; the resistance below ceased; Jack reappeared; and they drew Burt into the boat, ‘* He bad a rope,” Jack explained, ‘ax, it got snarled on the ledge. Somehow, too, the air- tube got tangled up, an’ that shut off stoff ter breathe. I hev an idee that be got skeered an’ lost his head, or he wouldn’t be in sech a fix.” While he was speaking they were getting the diving suit off of Burt, and when this wns done he was given the most comfortable position pos- sible, He seemed nearly unconscious, and they disregarded the fact that he had met his trou- ble by trying to meddle with their secret, and decided to take him to the house. They rowed to the shore, but when they would have lifted him, he gave sudden signs of life, ‘Let me alone!” he groaned, ‘* Let me alone —I’m dyin’!” ‘* Stuff an’ nonsense!” Jack retorted. “Dm gone up!” Moffet reiterated, ‘‘ There’s a good ‘eal on ye still bere,” “Oh! what shall ] do?” Jack was confident that the fellow was com- ing around all rigbt, though a good deal fright- ened, and, perhaps, not quite right in bis mind; so he winked to Albert and replied: ‘The best ye kin do is ter make a confession.” ** Will that belp me?” ‘* Sartain,” “Then it wa’n’t Allan Dix who bit Barker Grainsleck ; it was Otis Preston !” The statement was a complete surprise. Neither Jack nor Albert had been thinking about the affair at the village, and, whatever their suspicions had been, the confession was. startling. Jack came near making an indiscreet exclamation, but grew wise and returned: ‘* Why did he hit bim?” ‘He owed Grainsleck money. The old man had a fit after Allan Dix let bim at Sam Dick’s gate, an’ Preston come up an’ robbed him o’ the apers. Then he hit bim with a club aw’ left fee fur dead. I seen it all.” ‘* Did Allan an’ Grainsleck hev a fight?” “ce No.” ‘* Why did Grainsleck say Allan did it?” ‘‘T spose when he come ter his senses he thought so.” _ Jack surprised Albert by suddenly thrusting an oar against the bank and pushing the hort into deeper water again. Then he began torew age ‘* We're off fur the village!” he announced, in a whisper, Albert caught the idea. Moffet had madea confvssion, and Jack wished to get bim to the vil- lage without delay. There bad been no wit- nesses to his statement except themselves, and it was very important that more should be bad, if possible. Jack showed what he could do with the oars by sending the boat rapidly forward; Burt lay prostrate and rolled his head and groaned; while Albert sat in a state of suspense and awaited the result, Like Jack, he believed that Burt was in no danger, and the great question became, would
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a ee ie an Ste re een ater or El ped mn le oy an ») pes « he recover his mental powers soon Deer kts kral oo wens axaaemiien to de- feat their purpose? When once more himself, he would probably deny all that be had adinitted, Jack was thinking of all this, too, and he put forth every effort of his strong young arms, It was a veritable race, the object being to get a confession from Burt. Jack, who had escaped from Preston without tr ouble, after evading him as before stated, bad the masks and certain damaging papers safe, and if he could be pro- perly accused of the assault, it would go hard with him, They neared the village, and several men were to be seen standing onthe beach. There were the desired witnesses, but would there be anything for them to hear? Burt lay witi closed eyes, muttering indistinctly. Nearer they drew to the shore, and Jack sent the boat up to a little pier. He motioned to the men to keep silent, and then turned again to Moffet. $6 Burt, * he said, his voice a little unsteady with anxiety, ** why did you say Otis Preston hit Grainsleck?” ‘* He had stole the papers, an’ didn’t want it known.” ‘* What papers?” i Them that showed he owed Grainsleck mone e ‘nas tried ter make folks think Allan Dix hit Grainsleck, ain’t he?” “e Yes,” ‘*Did Allan touch the old man at atl?” ac No.” ‘Did you see it all?” a“ Yes,” ** Where was you?” “*Close to Sam Dick’s gate.” “Then it’s Preston, not Dix, who ought ter be arrested fur hittin’ Grainsleck, ain’t it?” = On Jack looked up at the witnesses he had so fortuns ately secured, * Gents,” he observed, **T don’t want you ter forget what you’ve heerd. This chap is Pres- ton’s helper, an’ he’s owned up, Allan is inno- cent, an’ it depends on us ter hey it knowed. I hope you'll all hang tergether fur our friend Allan,” The men caught the idea, and a cheer arose, ** To the jail!” they then shouted, in-a ringing chorus. Two hours later there was an affecting scene at the place where Allan had been imprisoned. Burt Moffet had been taken there at once, but the exercise of walking had quickened his men- tal faculties, and when he arrived at that point he stoutly denied all he had said before. Luck- ily, there ee ee of evidence, and as he was in the hands of men who did not scruple to talk what Jack called ‘‘ business,” he was soon frightened into making a full confession, hen he began to do odd jobs for Preston the latter had trusted hima good deal, and as Otis was secretly working against Grainsleck and robbing bim, while pretendiug to be his friend, he had hired Burt to dog the old man, On the night of the assault Burt had followed Grainsleck, and had overheard his talk with Allan at Sam Dick’s gate, Allan had left the old man without harming him, but when he bad gone, Grainsleck was seized with some illness and fell unconscious, While he lay thus Preston came along on his way from Jonas Amesbury’s. Finding Grain- sleck, he had first robbed him, securing certain notes the insensible man held against him for borrowed money, and had then given the blow which had su nearly deprived him of life. Burt had seen all, but not even Preston sus- pected the fact. On being questioned in regard to the oil, the boy admitted that he bad bought it for Pr eston, but be knew no more about it. Allan’s friends went to work with a will, and when a justice had heard the stery, Preston was at once arrested. Sylvira and the Amesburys were summoned, and, after a consultation, another interview was had with Grainsleck. He was at first stubborn, but when Burt’s story was made known his anger turned against Preston, and he aortas that he did not know who had assault- im. When he had said this the release of Allan was ordered and made, and, surrounded by his friends, who included Jack and Albert, he was in a mood when his pleasure at finding himself a pty oo was only equaled by his gratitude to ac The boy found himself the hero of the hour, and bis story of themask made it plain that another crime could be charged to Preston, — Jack-o’-Lantern. _ ———— he cause of justice and right was brighten- in Grainsleck recovered. His nature did not change, but Jack Lee surprised all by proving that he bad means to pay off Allan’s debt; and when the treasure of the wreck was finally turned into money, this was done. It need only be said that Grainsleck lived out his life as friendless as ever, and we are done with him. Preston was tried, convicted and sent to prison, It will be re »membered that he had told Amesbury that he held papers forged by Allan. This, of course, was false, but he determined to for Ze some, and have the blame laid to Allan; and his midnight visit to Amesbury’s was to get specimens of Allan’s writing, which he knew were in the old desk, This he confessed after being convicted of the other crime. No charge was made against Burt Moffet, and he soon left the village never to return. Feeling the need of some man to manage fur- ther work at the wreck, Jack and Albert ap- pointed Allan, offering him a share of the pro- ceeds. The work was done, and the boys not only became rich, but Allan’s share placed him beyond financial trouble. He married Sylvira, and true happiness was theirs thereafter. Jack and Albert hardly knew what to do with all their treasure, but they were wise enough to put it to good use, and in after years they went into business together and became well known in the city of New York. Thus did tbe old pirates’ plunder, after lying so long under the water, bring happiness and good luck to more than one person. Sbubal Gaylor did one goou deed when he made the confession and revelation contained in the old manuscript. THE END, Beatle’s Dime Library. BY DR. J. H. ROBINSON. 18 Pathaway; or, Nick Whiffies. the old Nor’west ASAD ee 17 Nightshade; or, The Robber Prince. 2 Whitelaw; or, Nattie of the Lake Shore. 37 Hirl, the “Hunchback; or, The Santee Sword- maker. 58 Silver Kuife: or. The Rocky Mountain Ranger. 70 Hydrabad, the Strangler. 73 The Knights of the Red Cross; or, The Granada Magician. 163 Ben Brion; or, Redpath, the Avenger. BY MAJOR DANGERFIELD BURR. 92 Buffalo Bill, the Buckskin King. 117 Dashing Dandy; or, The ictance of the Hills. 142 Captain Crimson, the Man of the Iron Face. 156 Velvet Face, the Border Bravo. 175 Wild Bill’s Trump Card; or, The Indian Heiress, 18 The Phantom Mazeppa: or, The Hyena. 448 Hark Kenton, the Traitor. BY MAJOR DANIEL BOONE DUMONT. 883 Silver Sam, the Detective. 889 Colonel Double-Edge, the Cattle Baron's Pard, 411 The White Crook; or, Old Hark’s Fortress. 420 The Old River Sport; or, A Man of Honor. 439 Salamander Sam 454 The Night Raider. 464 Sandycraw, tne Man of Grit. 508 Topnotch Tom, the Mad Parson. 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The Prairie Guide. 254 Giant Jake, the Patrol of the Mountain. BY FRANCIS JOHNSON, 25 The Gold Guide; or, Steel Arm, Regulator. 26 The Death Tr: ack; or, The Mountain Outlaws. oa Alapaha the Squaw; or, The Border Renegades, 24 Assowaum the Avenger; or, The Doom of the Destroyer. 135 The Bush Ranger: or, The Half-Breed Rajah, 136 The Outlaw Hunter; or, The Bush Ranger. 138 The Border Bandit; or, The Horse Thief’s Trail BY C. DUNNING CLARK, 164 The King’s Fool. 183 Gilbert the Guide, BY COL. THOMAS H. MONSTERY, 82 Iron Wrist, the Swordmaster. 126 The Demon Duelist; or, The League of Steel. oe The Czar’s Spy; or, The Nihilist ague, 150 "1 Rubio Bravo. King of the Swordsmen. 157 Mourad, the Mameluke; or, The Three Swords masters. 169 Corporal Cannon, the Man of Forty Duels 236 Champion Sam; or, The Monarchsof the Show 262 Fighting Tom. the Terror of the Toughs. 332 Spring-Heel Jack; or, The Masked Mystery. 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BEADLE’S«H ALF- DIME« LIBRARY. Published Every Tuesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents. No Double Numbers. BY PMILIP 8. WARNE, 6T Patent-Leather Joe: or, Old Rattlesnake, the Charmer. 175 Capra Arizona; or, Patent-Leather Joe's Big Game, 198 Captain Mask; or, Pa tent-Leacther Joe’s Defeat. Pesapard, the Duelist; or, The Mountain Vompires. 888 A ‘Tough Boy; or, The Dwart’s Revenge. Little Tornado; or, The Outcasts of the Glen, B78 Little Jingo; or, the Queer Pard. BSS Little Oh-my 3 or, Caught in His Own Trap, 401 Little Shoo-Fly 3 or, A Race for s Ranch, 408 Little Leather-Breeches; or, Old Jumbo’s Curse. Little Ah Sinj or, The Curse of Blood, 451 Colorado Kate. A Tale of the olines. 4806 Three Jolly Parda, 517 Jim Gindden’s Deputy. 527 The Jolly Pards to the Rescue. 54? Sandy Andy; or, A Good Man Down, 556 Lariat Lil; or, The Cast for a Life, BY CAPTAIN FRED. WITITTAKER, Sea-Cat; or, The Witch bf Darien. a5 Ane Damb Pa @; or, Phe 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 th a Riders, 159 The Lost Captain; or, Skipper Jabez Coffin’s Cruise to the Open Polar Sea. 200 The Boy Bedoutna; or, The Brothers of the Plumed Lance, 214 Wolfgang, the Robber of the Rhine, 249 Milo Romer, the Animal King; or, The Round the World Wanderer. 265 The Tiger Tamer ; or, The League of the Jungle, 881 Black Nick, the Demon Rider, 895 California Joe’s War Trall. 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Frie Frank to the Front, 892 Romeo and the Reds; or, The Beleaguered Ranch, 404 Little Larlat$ ators Pete's Big Rampage. 414 The Daisy from Denver. 427 The Three Trailers; or, Old Rocky on the Rampage, 442 Bluff Bill; or, The Lynx of the Leona, 455 Little Lone Star; or, The Belle of the Cibolo, BY EDWARD WILLETT, 6 the Steamboat Boy, in Dae eeete iat the Boy Champion of the Muskingum, 228 Ozark Alf: or, Featherweight Among the Outlaws. 282 The Typo Detective; or, Weasel, the Boy Tramp, 295 Fearless Phil; or, The King of Quartzyille, $11 The Roving Sport; or, The Pride of Chuckaluck Camp, B22 Nemo, the Detective; or, Kit Kenyon's Vendetta, 840 Olip, the Contortionist; or, Tha Montana Vigilantes, BY J. ©. COWDRICK. +4 Biivar masks ee ise of Mystery, Shasta, the Gold King; or, For Sever Years Dead, 420 fe Detective’s Apprentice; or, A Boy Without a ame. 424 Oibuta Johns or, Red-Hot Times at Ante Bar. 489 Sandy Sam, the Street Scout, 467 Disco Dan, the Daisy Dude. 490 Broadway Billy, the Bootblack Bravo. £06 prodtight Ralph, the Prince of the Road. Broa lway Billy’s Boodle. 624 The Engineer Detective 586 Broadway Billy’s ¢ Difttkilty.” 548 Mart, the Night Express Detective. 557 Broadway Billy’s Death Racket. ° BY JO PIERCE, 9% Bob o’ the Bowery ; or, The Prince of Mulberry Street. iis The Vagabond Detective; or, Bowery Bob's Boom, 452 Hotepur Bob, the Street-Boy Detective, 460 The Lawyer’s Shadow ; or, Luke’s Legacy. AT2 Jaunty Joe, the Young Horse-King. AY4 Surly Sim, the Young Ferryman Detective, 604 Five Points Phil. . 509 Jack J wera, the Butcher Boy Detective, 516 Tartar Tim; or, Five Points Phil’s Menagerie, 526 North River Nat, the Pier Detective. BSS Wreatling Rex, the Pride ofthe Sixth Ward, SAL Jolt Flic or. ve gone Boy Detective, k Netgle, the Boy Shadow, Bed Harien Jack, the Office Boy Detective, BY CAPT. MARK WILTON, k+: or, The Red Lasso, ee panse Kent . 4 The Riot at Keno Camp, 286 Josh, the Boy Tenderfoot. BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID, The Yellow Chief's Vengeance, BF The Let Piratess or, The League of Devils Inland, 187 The Helplesa Hand; or, Backwoods Retribution, 289 The Goll-ceeker Guide} or, The Lost Mountain, BY MAJOR MNENRY B. STODDARD, Ex-S8cout, - 806 Neok-Tie Ned; or, The Dug-Out Pards. 846 Rapler Raphael; or, The Swordsmen of Zacatecas, BBd Ritdiors Wie dear. Ra re - Glove t or, The Go 6 ang Mad Man-Hunter 3 tor The Mystery of Golden ulch. 505 Powell's Pard; or, ‘The One- Armed Glant. BY BRACEBRIDGE HEMYNG. Bt Hed tn Sethe Ghat te it at phe ° e ° 101 Jack larkaway in New Torke 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, 258 Joe Buck of Angels and His Boy Pard. 447 New York Nat. A Tale of Tricks and Traps in Gotham, 458 New England Nick; or, The Fortunes of a Foundling, 464 Nimble Rick, the Circus Prince, 498 Tnoa Ted, toe Arizona Sport, 510 Cool Colorado, the Hall-Breed Detective, 515 Cool Colorado tn New York, BY GEORGE WALDO BROWNE. 86 Dandy Rock the Man from Texas, 90 The rand Riders or, The Texan Duelist. 99 The Tiger of Tnoas; or, Dandy Rock’s Angel. 115 The Mad Mtner; or, Dandy Reck’s Doom, 18! The Golden Hand; or, Dandy Rock to the Rescue, 164 Dandy Reck’s Pledge; or, Hunted to Death, 178 Dandy Rock’s Rival; or, The tiaunted Maid of Taos, BY CAPT. J. F. C. ADAMS, 84 Oregon Sol; or, Nick Whiffles’s Boy Spy. 46 Glasa-Eye, the Great Shot of the West, 5A Ned Hazel, the Boy Trapper. 56 Nick Whiffies’s Pet; or, Ir The Valley of Death, 60 The White Indian; or, The Scout of the Yellowstone, 70 Old Zip’s Cabing or, The Greenhorn in the Wooda, a1 Livkenine Jo, the Terror of the Prairie, 85 Buck Buekram ; or, Bess, the Female Trapper, 247 Old Grizzly and His Petas or, The Wild Huntress. 251 Vight-house Liges or, Osceola, the Firebrand, 257 The Lost Hunters; or, The Underground Camp, 288 The Scalp King: or, The Human Thunderpolt. BY ROGER STARBUOK, 25 The Boy Captain; or, The Pirate’s Daughter. 114 The Rlack Schooner; or, Jib Junk, the Old Tar, 259 The Golden Harpoon y or, Lost Among the Floes, 848 Fire-Heela; or, Old Skinflint, the Death-Shadow. 854 Big Horn Ike, the HL Tramp; or, The Odd Pards, 861 The Phantom Light-house. 870 Breaker Ben, the Reef-Runner, BY WILLIAM ©. EYSTER, 190 Dandy Darke; or, The Tigers of High Pine. 210 Faro Frank; or, Dandy Darke’s Go-Down Parda, 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 KRattling Rube; or, The Nighthawks of Kentucky, 59 Old Hickory ; or, Pandy Eliis’s Sealp. 108 During Davy ; or, The Trail of the > Wolf. 166 Hickory wre J 3 or, The Trapper-Brigade’s Spy, 172 Thunderbolt Toms; or; the Wolf-Herder. BY JAMES L. BOWEN 107 One-Eyed Sim; or, The Abandoned Forest Home, 110 The Black Steed of the Prairies, A Story of Texas, BY ©. DUNNING GLARK, 185 Captain Paul; or, The Boy Spy of the Mountains, 280 The Yankee Rajah; or, The Fate of the Black Suereet. BY GEORGE ©. JENKS, 485 Git Thar Owney the Unknown, 492 Git Thar Owney’s Pledge. 5618 The Demon Doctor. BY CAPT. ALFRED B. TAYLOR, U. 8. A. 191 vemle Billy, the Boy Bullwhacker; or, The Doomed rieen, 194 Buffalo Bills Bet; or, The Gambler Guide, BY CHARLES EF. LASALLE, Pty Kurt Bunker, the Trapper. 2 The White Buffalo. A Tale of the Northwest BY JOUN 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 Double F 519 Captain Myatery ; or, Five in Gan * Face of Bod Rock 581 Dalsy Dare, the Sport from Denver, BY MAJOR E. L, 8T. VRAIN, 292 Sancho Pedro, the Boy Bandit, 801 Leadville Nick, the Boy Sport, Bhs Hicinatone Moby sot He Lgl He Gaur rimatone OD, an 3 tn H 852 Tombstone Tom, the Arizona Boy of Cs EP arene tonnes the Yrwee chown Wrest ngbo ria, the Young Hard-Sh B80 Avalanche Alf, the Foothills Guide. Il Detective, 890 Jaguar Joe, of the Mountain Mail-Line, BY EDWARD 8, ELLIS. 6 Bill Biddon, Trapper. 8 Seth Jones; or, T ze Nat Todd oy Minera; or, The Enchanted Isl 182 ‘he Hunted Hunter; or, The ee eee 254 The Half-Blood; or, The Panther of the Plains, 271 The Huge Hunter; or, The Steain Prairie Man. BY MAJOR LEWIS W. CARSON. 278 The Three Tra Th 288 Indian Joe; or, Ths White Spitiea! inthonr BY W. J. HAMILTON, 68 The Red Brotherhood; or, The Twelve Avengers 66 Single Mandy; or, A Lrfe for a Life. 72 Mad Tom Weatern, the Texan Ranger. 887 Ben Bird, the Cave King; or, Big Pete's Scoop. BY JACK FARRAGUT. 815 Ned, the Cabin Roy. 820 The Seu Sorceress; or, The Boy Skipper. BY FRANK DUMONT, 20 The Branded Hand; or, The Man of Mystery, 27 Wild-F tre, the Boss of the Road. 40 Blue Blazes; or, The Break o’ Day Boys of Rosky Baw, 71 Ebony Dany or, The Rival Leagues, 85 Evil Eye; or, The Vultures of the Rio Grande, BY LIEUT. H. D. PERRY, U. 6. N. 176 The Boy Runaway; or, The Buccaneer of the Bay, 180 The Sea Trailer; or, A Vow Well Kept, 192 Captain Kit; or, The Mystery of Montauk Point, BY HARRY HAZARD. 828 Arkanaaw Jacky; or, The Scourge of the Mines, 829 Red-Skin Tomy; or, The Demon's Trail, 842 The Mountain bev; or, Yellow Jack, the Outlaw, BY COL. A. F. HOLT. 9 Black Buckskin; or, The Masked Men of Death Canyon, 9 Kenneth, the Knife-King, GLittle Lightfoot, the Pilot of the Woods. BY J. W. OSBON. 469 The Rival Giants of Nowhar’. 498 Cactus Burr, the Man trom Hard Lack, 58T Old Buckeye, the Sierra Shadow, 564 Powder Phil, the Boy Miner, BY FREDERICK DEWEY, 818 Cimarron Jack, the King-Pin of Riflo-Shotsy 478 Tangemund, the Desert Detective. 642 The Canyon Parda, BY ARTNUR C. GRISSOM. 440 Little Foxfoot, the Gold Bowle Kid, ° 558 The Sure-Shot Parda, \ BY LIEUT. A. K. SIMS, 546 Captain Cactus, the Chaparral Cock, 568 The Dandy of Dodge. 5669 Brooklyn Ben, the On-His-Own-Hook Detective 1 1 1 1 1 89 41 48 MISCELLANEOUS AUTHORS, 4 The Wild-Horse Hunters, By Capt. Mayne Reid and Frederick Whittaker, ® Adventures of Baron Munchausen, 12 Gulliver’s Travels. By Dean swift, 14 Aladdiny or, The Wonderful Lamp. 6 Robinson Crusoe, (27 Ulustrations,) 18 Sindbad the Satlor. His Seven Voyages. 22 The Sea Serpent; or, The Boy Robinson Crosos, By Juan Lewia, 88 The Oce Bloodh Carbon Bre Worcs! ‘Ths ad Pinte othe 86 The Boy Clown; or, The Queen of the Arena. By Frank 8. Finn. 88 Ned Wylde, the Boy Scout. By Texas Jack. 61 The Boy Rifles; or, The Underground Camp. By Archie ©. Lrons, 95 The Rival Rove yy isaten! By Lieut.-Col. Hasshive. piper 9 YY 98 Robin Mood, the Vutlawed Earl; or, The Merry Men of Groen- wood. By Pref. Gildersleeve, 105 Old Rube, the Hunter; or, The Crow Captive. By Captain Hamilton Holmes. 112 The Mad Hunter; or, The Cave of Death. 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a a aa es a Te Sa — ee en 3 _ al Published Every Tuesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at tne Uniform Price of Five Cents. BY EDWARD L. WHEELER. Deadwood Dick Novels. 1 Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road. 20 Double Daggers; or, Deadwood Dick’s Defiance, 8 Buffalo Benj; or, Deadwood Dick in Disguise. 85 Wiliid Ivan, the Boy Claude Duval. 42 Phantom Miner; or, Deadwood Dick’s Bonanza, 49 Omaha OL; or, Deadwood Dick in Danger. &i Deadwood Dick’s Eagles; or, The Pards of Flood Bar. 78 Deadwood Dick on Deck; or, Calamity Jane, the Heroine, %7 Corduroy Charlie; or, Deadwood Dick’s Last Act, 100 Deadwood Dick in Leadville. 104 Deadwood Dick’« Device; or, ‘Ike Bouble Cross Sign. 109 Deadwood Dick as Detective. 129 Deadwood Dick's Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon’s Gulch. 188 Blonde Bill; or, Deadwood Dick’s Home Base. 149 A Game of Gold; or, Deadwood Dick’s Big Strike. 156 Deadwood Dick of Deadwood; or, The Picked Party, 195 Deadwood Dick’s Dream; or, The Rivuls of the Road. 201 The Black Hilla Jezebel; or, Dendwood Dick’s Ward. 205 Deadwoed Dick’s Doom; or, Calamity Jane’s Last Ad- vendure. 217 Captain Crack-Shot, the Girl Brigand. 221 Sugar-Coated Sam; or, The Black Gown. 282 Gold-Dust Dick. A Romence of Rough: and Toughe, 268 Deadwood Dick’s Divide; or, The Spir.t of Swamp Lake. 268 Deadwood Wick’s Death Trall. 809 Deadwood Dick’s Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Owegon, 821 Deadwood Dick’s Dozen; or, The Fakir of Phantom Flats. 847 Deadwood Dick’s Ducatse; or, Rainy Days in the Dig- ngs, 851 Deadwood Dick Sentenced; or, The Terrible Vendetta. 862 Dendwood Dick’s Ciaim; or, The Fairy Face of Faro Flats. 405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City. 410 em aa Dick’s Diamonds; or, The Mystery of Joan Porter. i 421 Deadwood Dick in New York; or, A “ Cute Case,” 480 Deadwood Dick’s Dust; or, The Chained Hand, 448 Deadwood Dick, Jr. 448 Nickel-Plate Ned; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Defiance. 458 Sunflower Sam, o! Shasta; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Full Hand, 459 Flush Fan, the Ferret; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Big Ronnd- Up. 465 Phito Fly, of Phenix; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Racket at aim 10, 471 Bezeman Bill; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Corral. 476 Humboldt Marry, tie Hurricane; or, Deadwood Dick Jr's Dog Betective. 481 Moll Mystery; or, Deadwood Dick Jr. in Dendwood. 491 Prince Pistol, the King of the West; or, Deadwood Dick Jr's Compact. Ped ponte Cr rte ag ee ey wee picks Jr's Inberltences end woo ¢ck’s Digging ; or, Dr. th-Grip’s Swoop. 508 Deadwood Dick’s Dollveranec. y p 515 Deadwood Dick’s Protegee. 522 Deadwood Dick’s Three, 529 Deadwood Dick's Danger Ducks, 584 Deadwood Dick’s Death Hunt. 5689 Deadwood Dick Jr,, in Texas. 544 Deadwood Dick, Jr., the Wild West Vidocq. 549 Deadwood Dick on His Mettle. 554 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Gotham, 561 Deadwood Dick in Boston. 5667 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Philadeiphia, Other Novels by E. L. Wheeler. 26 Cloven Hoof, the Buffalo Remon. 82 Bob Woolf; or, The Girl Dead-Shot. 89 Death-Face, Detective; or, Life in New York. 45 Old Avalanche; or, Wild Edna, the Girl Brigand, 58 Jin B Jr., the Boy Phenix. 61 Buckhorn BILL; or, The Red Rifle Team. 69 Gold Rifle, the Sharpshooter; or, The ey Detective, 80 Rosebud Tob Fe ugget Ned, the Knight. se Idyl, the Girl Miner 3 or, Rosebud Rob on Hand. 88 Phetograph Phil; or, Rosebud Rob’s Reanpearance. 92 Canada Chet ; or, Old Anaconda in Sitting Bull’s Camp. 96 Watch-Eye,; or, Arabs and Angels of a Great City. 418 Jack Hoyle _the Young Spveculator, 17 Gilt-Kdged Dick, the Sp rt Detective 21 Cinnamon Chip, the Girl Sport. 25 Bonanza Bill, Miner. 88 41 — Boas ob the King of Bootblacks, Solid Sam, the Boy Road- Agent. fm ‘erret, tle New York Detective; or, Boss Bob’s oo, 1 New York Nell, the Boy-Girl Detective. 7 Nobb Nick of Nevada} or, The Sierras Scamps, 1 tld Frank, the Buckskin Bravo, 09 Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective. 218 Fritz to the Front; or, The Ventril 226 Snoozer, the Boy Sharp: or, The Arab 4 ‘Apollo Bill, the Trail Tornado. 40 Cyclone Kit, the Young Gladiator, 244 Serra Sam, tho Frontier Ferret. 24% Slerra Sam’s Secret; or, The Bloody Footprints, 258 Sierra Sam's Pard ; or, The Ange! ot Big Vista. 258 Sierra Sam’s Seven; or, The Stolen Bride. 278 Jumbo Joe, the Boy Patrol; or, The Rival Heira, 277 Denver Doll, the Detective Queen. 281 Denver Doll’« Victory. 2x6 nver Doll’s Decoy ; or. Little Bill’s Bonanza, 291 Turk, the Boy Ferret. 96 Denver Doll’s Drift; or, The Road Queen. 9 A No. 1, the Dashing Toll-Taker. $08 ’Liza Jane, the irl Miner; or, the Iron-Nerved Sport. & ©o., the Detectives of Philadelphia. 825 Kelley, Hicke a or, The Dead Face of Daggeraville. ete ufck-Shot Pity angaroo Kit; or, The Mysterious Miner, 848 eegaces kKit’s Racket. anhattan Mike, the Bowery Blood. B58 First-Class Fred, the Gent trom Gopher. 868 1 apa Jim, the Gold-Gatherers or, The Lottery of ife 72 Yreka Jim’s Prize 8 oJ 878 Nabob Ned}; or, The Secret of Slnb City. B82 Cool Kit, the King of Kids; or, A Villain’s Vengeance. ok jf kk axe ¢ ulst Hunter, tective. B85 Ayeks Jim’s Joker}; or, The Rivals of Red Nose, 889 Bicycle Bem; or. The Lion of Lightning Lode, 894 Yreka Jim of Yuba Da ™, 400 Wrinkles, the Night-Watch Detective. 416 High Mat Harry, the Base Ball Detective. 426 Sam Slnabsides, the Beggar-Boy Detective. 484 Jim Benak and Pal, Private Detectives. 438 Santa Fe Sal, the Slasher. 436 Sealskin Sam, the Sparkter. BY BUFFALO BILL (Hon, Wm, F, Cody). 8 Kansas King; or, The Red Right Hand. ilot of the Prairie. t. Robin Hood ; or, The Prairie Rover. 158 Fancy Frank of Colorado; or, The Trapper’s Trust, - hater akan es Si a ee OE AE ON BEADLE’S«H ALF- DIME* LIBRARY. BY COLONEL PRENTISS INGRAHAM, ? The Flytng Yankee; or, The Ocean Outcast, 17 Ralph Roy, the Boy Bucesn er; or The Fugitive Yacht. 24 Diamond Dirk 3 or, The Mystery of the Yellowstone, 62 The Shadow Ship; or, ‘The Rivol Lieutenants. 75 The Boy Duelist; or, The Cruise of the Sea-Woll. 102 Dick Dead-Eye, the Boy Sinuggier. 111 The Sea-Devil; or, The Midshipman’s Legacy. 116 The IMussar Captains or, ‘Che Hermit of Hell Gate. 197 Little Grit; or, Bessie, the Stock-Tender’s Daughter, 204 Gold Plume; or, The Kid-Glove Sport, 216 Bison BAL, the Prince of the Reins. 222 Grit, the Bravo Sport; or, The Woman Trailer. 229 Crimson Kate ; or, The Cowboy’s Triumph, 237 Lone Star, the Cowboy Captain. 245 Merle, the Middy; or, The Freelance Heir. 250 The Midshipman Mutincer; or, Brandt, the Buccaneer, 264 ane Floating Feather; or, Merle Monte’s Treasure sland. 269 The Gold Ship; or, Merle, the Condemned. 276 Boxe Monte’s Cruise; or, The Chase of “The Gold obip. 280 Merle Monte’s Fate; or, Pearl, the Pirate’s Bride, 284 The Sea Marauder; or, Merle Monte’s Pledge. 287 Billy Blue-Eyes, the Boy Rover ef the Rio Grande. 804 The Dead Shot Dandy ; or, Bemto, the Boy Bugler. 808 Keno Kit}; or, Dead Shot Dandy’s Donble. 814 The Mysterious Marauder; or, The Boy Bugler’s Long rail, 877 Bonodel, the Boy Rover; or, The Fingless Schooner, 888 The Indian Pilot; or, The Search for Pirate Island, 887 Warpath WIL, the Bey Phantom, pi Coaw ait: eee Lieutenant. sodor, the Young Conspirator; or, The Fatal League, 407 The Boy Insurgent; or, The Cuban Vendetta. 412 The Wild Yachtaman; or, The War-Clouu’s Cruise. 429 Duncan Dare, the Boy Refugee. 488 A Cabin Boy's Luck; or, Tae Corsair. 487 The Sea Raider. 441 The Ocean Firefly 3 or, A Middy’s Vengeance, 446 Haphazard Harry ; or, The Scapegrace of the Sea, 450 Wizard Will: or, The Boy Ferre: of New York, 4514 Wizard Will's Street Scouts. 462 The Born Guide}; or, The Sailor Boy Wanderer, 465 Neptune Ned, the Boy Conster, 474 Flora; or, Wizard Will’s Vagabond Pard, 488 Ferrets Afloat; or, Wizard Will’s Last Case, 4ST Nevada Ned, the Revolver Kanger. 495 Arizona Joe the Boy Pard of Texas Jack. 497 Buck Taylor, King of thy Cowboys. 508 The Royal Middy; or, The Shark and the Sea Cat. 507 The Hunted Midshipman. 611 The Outlawed Middy. 520 Buckskin Bill, the Comanche Shadow. 525 Brothers in Buckskin. 530 The Buckskin Bowers, 585 The Bue skin Rovers. 540 Captain Ku-Klux, the Marauder ot the Rio, 545 Lieutenant Leo, the Son of Lafitte. 5650 Lafitte’s Legacy: or. The Ayenging Son, 65655 The Creole Corsair. 560 Pawnee Bill, the Prairie Shadower, 565 Kent Kingdon, the Card King. BY CHARLES MORRIS, 118 Will Somers, the Boy Detective. 122 Phil Mardy, the Boss Boy. 126 Picayune Pete ; or, Nicodemus, the Dog Detective. 180 Detective Dilek; or, The Hero tn Rags, 142 Handsome Harry, the Bootblack Detective, 147 WI Wildfire, the Thoroughbred. 152 Black Beas, Will Wildfires Racer. 157 Mike Merry, the Harbor Police Boy, 162 Will Wildfire in the Woods, 65 Billy Baggage, the Railroad Boy. 0 A ‘Trump Card; or, Will Wildfire Wins and Loses, 4 Bob Rockett; or, Mysteries of New York. 9% Bob Rockett, the Bauk Runner, 48 The Hidden Hand; or, Will Wildfire’s Revenge. 187 Fred Halyard, the Life Boat Boy; or, The Smugglers, 189 Bob Rockett; or, Driven to the Wall. 196 Shadowed ; or, Bob Rockett’s Fight for Life. 206 Dark Paul, the Tiger King. 212 Dashing Dave, the Dandy Detective. 220 Tom Tanner; or, The Black Sheep of the Flock. 225 Sam Charcoal the Premium Darky. 235 Shadow Sam, the Messenger Boy. The Two * Bloods”; or, Shenandoah Bill and His Gang. 252 Dick Pashaway ¢ or, A Dakota Boy in Chicago, 262 The Young Sharps; or, Rollicking Mike’s Hot Trail, 274 Jolly Jim, the Detective Apprentice. 289 Jolly Jim’« Job; or, The Young Detective. 298 The Water-Hound; or, The Young Thoroughbred. 805 Dashaway, of Dakota; er, A Western Lad in the Quaker City. 824 Ralph Ready, the Hotel Boy Detective. 841 Tony Thorne, the Vagabond Detective. 858 The Reporter-Detective; or, Fred Flyer’s Blizzard, 867 Wide-Awake Joe; or, A Bey of the Times. 879 arte the Leveler3 or, Thé Bloods of the Boulevard, 408 Firelly Jack, the River-Rat Detective. 428 The Lost Finger} or, The Entrapped Cashier. poe Fred Flyer, the Reporter Detective. 2 Invinelble Logan, the Pinkerton Ferret. 456 Billy Brick, the Jolly Vagabond. 466 Wide-Awake Jerry, Deteetive; or, Entombed Alive. 479 Detective Dodge; or, The Mystery of Frank Hearty, 488 Wild Dick Racket. 501 Boots, the Boy Fireman or, Too Sharp for the Sharper. 566 The Seeret service Boy Detective. ee Wewwed BY JOSEPH E. BADGER, JR. 2 Vellowstone 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-Hawk Kit; or, The Daughter of the Ranch, 144 Dainty Lance the Boy Sport. 151 Panther Paul; or, Dainty Lance to the Resene. 160 The Black Glant; or, Dainty Lance in Jeopardy. 168 Deadly Dash; or, Fighting Fire with Fire. 184 The Boy Trailers; or, Dainty Lance on the War-Path. 208 The Boy Pards; or, Dainty Lance Unmasks, 211 Crooked Cale, the Caliban of Celestial City. 810 The Barranca Wolf; or, The Beautiful Decoy, 819 The Black Rider}; or, The Horse-Thieves’ League, 885 Old Double Fist; or, The Strange Guide. 855 The King of the Woods: or. Daniel Boone’s Last Trail, 449 Kit Fox, the Border Boy Detective. . . ~ ; No Double Numbers. 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; or, The Secret Fre. 71 Delaware Dick, the Young Ranger Spy. 74 Mawk-eye Harry the Young Trapper Ranger ; 88 Rollo, the Boy Ranger. , 184 Sure Shot Seth, the Koy Rifleman. 148 Sear-Face Saul, the Silent Hunter. 146 Silver Star, the Boy Knight. 158 Eagle Kit, the Boy Demon. 168 Little Texas, the Young Mustanger. 178 Old Solitary, the Hermit Trapper. 182 Little Hurricane, the Boy ‘aptain. 202 Prospect Pete 3 or, The Young Outlaw Hunters, 208 The Boy Hercules: or, The Prairie Tramps, 218 Tiger Tom, the Texas Terror. 224 Dashing Dick; or, dropper Tom's Castle, 228 Little Wildfire, the Young Prairie Nomad. 288 The Parson Detective j or, The Little Ranger. 248 The Disguised Guide ; or, Wild Raven, the Ranger, 260 Dare-Devil Dan, the Young Prairie Ranger, 272 Minkaskin Mike, the Boy Sharpshooter. 290 Little Foxfire, the Boy Spy. $00 The a, Demon 3; or, Rfinbolt, the Ranger, 884 Whip-King Joe, the Boy Ranchero. 409 Hereulesy or, Dick, the Boy Ranger, 417 Webfoot Mone, the Trunp Detective. 22 Baby Sam, the Boy Ginnt of the Yellowstone. 444 Little Buckskin, tne Young Prairie Centaur. 457 Wingedfoot Fred; or, Old Polar Saul. 468 Tamarac ‘Tom, the Big Trapper Boy. 78 Old Tom Rattler, the Red River Epidemic, 482 Stonewall Bob, the Boy Trojan. 5662 Blundering Basil, the Hermit Boy Trapper. BY T. C. HARBAUGH. 28 Nick o’ the Night; or, Th Boy Spy of "76. 87 The Hidden Lodge; or The Litth Hunter. 47 Nightingale Wats or, Ine Forest Cetin. ’ 64 Dand ack; or, The Outlaws of the Oregon Trai, 82 Kit Harefoot the Wood-Hawk. 94 Miduight Jack 3 or, The Boy Trapper. 106 Old Frosty, the Guide; or, The White Queen, 128 Kiowa Charley the White Mustanger. 189 Judge Lynch, Jr.: or, The Bey Vigilante, 155 Gold Tr “rer, the 4 fb or, The Girl Avenger. 169 Tornado Tem; or, Injun Jack From Red Core, 188 Ned Temple, the Border Boy, 198 Arkansaw ¢ or, The Queen of Fate’s Revenge. 207 Navajo Nick, the Boy Geld Hunter. 215 Captain Bullets or, Little Topknot’s Crusade, 281 Plucky Phil; or, Rosa, the Rei Jezebel. 241 Bill Bravo; or, The Ronghs of the Reckies. 255 Captain Apoli», the King-Pin of Bowie. 267 The Buckskin Detective, 279 Old Winehy or, The Buckskin Desperadoes. 294 Dynamlie Dan; or, The Bowie Blade of Cochetopa. 802 The Mountain Betective; or, The Trigger Bar Bully. 816 Old Eelipse, Tramp Card of Arizona, 826 The Ten Parda; or, The Terror ot Take-Notice, 886 Big Benson; or, The Queen of the La so, 845 Pitiless Matt; or, Red Thunderbol’s Secret. BS56 Cool sams ve Pare o: The Terrible Six. 866 Velvet Foot, the Indian Detective. 886 Captain Cut)axs; or, ' he B ccaneer’s Girl Fee. 896 Rough Rob: or The ! win Champions of Blue Blazes, All The Silken Ly--o; o7, The Rose of Ranch Robin, 418 Felix Fox, the Boy Spotter, 425 Texas Trump. the Border Rattler. 486 Phil Flash, the New York Fox. 445 The City Vampires; or, Ked Rolfe’s Pigeon. 461 One Against Fifty; or, The Last Man of Keno Bar, 470 The Boy Shadow ; or, Felix Fox’s Hunt. 477 The Excelsior Sport: or, The Washingten Spotter. 499 Single Sight, the One-Eyed Sport. 502 Branded Ben, the Night Ferret. 512 Dodger Dick, the babes fre Ca Detective, 521 Dodger Pick’s Beat Dodge. ae rox and Falcone ie Romer Shadows, 88 Dodger Dick, the Dock Ferret, 548 Dodger Dick’s Double; or, The Rival Boy Detectives, 558 Dodger Dick’s Deaperate Case. 568 Dodger Dick, the Boy Vidocq. LATEST AND NEW ISSUES. By Col. Prenties Ingraham. By J. C. Cowdrick, By E. L. Wheeler, 570 Camille, the Card Queen. B71 Air-Line Luke, the Young Engineer. 572 Deadwood Wick, Jr., in Chicago, -o Shadows. By T. C. Harbaugh. ~ B78 The Te Jclctop, the Man with the Dogs. By P. 8. Warne. Nee btS The Surgeon-Scout Detective. By Colonel Prentisa a I hain. 576 The Silver Sport. By Lieut. A. K, Sima, 577 Pavement Pete, the Secret Sifter, By Jv Pierce. BR Deadwood Dick, Jr., Afloat. By Edward L. Wheeler, 579 The Chimney Spys or, Broadway Billy’s Surprise-Party. By J. C. Cowdrick. 580 The Outenst Cadet; or, The False Detective. By Col. Prentiss Ingrabam. 581 a teri Dan, the Pitcher Detective. enks. 82 Dodger Dick’s Drop. Ps T. C. Harbaugh. Bas Raffron Sol, the Mar Withen Shadow. By Lieut. A. K. Sima, BRA Dendwood Dick, Jr., in Denver. By Ed. L. Wheeler, bS5 Will Waters, the Bov Ferret. By H. Enton. BR6 The Buckskin Avenger. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 5ST Old Bombshell, the Ranger Detective. By George C, *, “Me By hye os Patten. 88 Jack-o’-Lantern, the Under-Sea Prospector. By Jo Pierce. Bs9 Tom-Cat ‘and Pard; ar, The Dead Set at Silver City. By Lieut, A. K, Sima. Ready November 6. 590 Deadwood Dick, Jr’s., Deeree. By E. L. Wheeler. Ready November 13. 591 Delmonte, the Young Sea-Rover. By Col. P Ingraham. Ready Noversher 20. : 592 The Boy Pinkerton. By J. C. Cowdrick. , Ready Noveinber 27. 598 Keen Clem, ms Ranch Imp. By P. S. Warne. : aivy December 4. 594 Liti*e Lon, the Street-Singer Detective. By T. C. Harbaugh, Ready Deeember 11. ' A New Issue Every Tuesday. The Walf-Dime Library is for sale by all newsdealers, five cents per copy, or sent by mail on receipt of six cents each, BEADLE AND ADAMB, Publishers, 98 William Street, New Yerk.