Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 636) (1889 10 01)
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ee} = oy CEaE aaah, | : aes Nam RNA ARARARRRRIZ, iz a ESSE: Tt Qa a tak 222 acs as eens uh eeonGup We S Entered at the Post Office at New York, N. Y., at Second Class Mail Rates, _ Copy right 1889, by BEADL® AND ADAMS, ee ‘ » OC tonee 1, }899. $2.50 PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY BEADLE AND ADAMS, Price, No. O06. a Year. No, 98 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. 5 Cents. Vol XXVA Ay, f ‘ih Hen aye yl ii Th a A : sy UA am Wht “— i N | vy NA) | A VN ‘ Hi iia : h . : : i ua uli 9 vi iy Sawdust Sam $ Last fireen frame, BY E. L. WHEELER, AUTHOR OF ‘‘ DEADWOOD DICK” NOVELS, ETC. CHAPTER I. THE LETTER FROM JIMMY, “* MARIA, what shall we do?” This question was asked by a Kansas farmer soon after his return from the village post-office, where he had obtained a lecter. ‘« Well, I don’t know what to say, Peter,” re- lied bis wife, “It isa strange letter to come Roni our Jimmy, considerin’ we ain't heerd from him before in years,’ * It is odd, ? Farmer Penn agreed, “‘ but Jim- my is all right. The : oan is, kin we spare ‘*T KNOW YOUR GAME!” CRIED THE PRISONER TO DICK, ‘** YOU WANT TO TRAP ME, the money fer the trip?” BUT NOT A WORD WILL I Say,” ~
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ed _ If not, come an “‘ We hadn’t ought ter, but I’d like powerfully ter see our boy.” ‘‘ The thought stirs me all up!” ‘¢ Read the letter again, Peter.” Big, honest-faced Mr. Penn picked up the sheet of paper which had been lying on his knee, and read aloud as follows: ‘New York, March Ist. ‘*Dear Dap AND Mam:—I haven’t heard from you in years, so l’ll write. How are you getting on? I am well,and well off in worldly goods. How is it with you? Have you got the mortgage paid off, yet? see me at my address, the Hotel IT can put you inthe way of making a fortune, I am anxious to see and help you. “Your affectionate son, “* JAMES PENN.” That was all—no more and no less, Peter Penn looked up like one wavering be- tween doubt and hope, and then thoughtfully ob- served: ‘¢ Tf our boy would only help us out, Maria, it would be worth our while to risk the trip, for we need the money bad enough. You know the mortgage is due next month, and, if not paid off. will be foreclosed; and then we shall be turned out of house and home.” “True, Peter. It worries me a great deal.” ‘* No more than me, If our Jimmy is rich, of course he will help us—of course he will. Yes; we must lock up the house and go to New York, I can get Tom Potts to look after the stock while we are gone.” / eke Very well, Peter; you know what's for the st, ‘¢ Of course I do; [ allus do, So get yer clothes all ready, and we will start the first thing in the mornin’ !” “New York is an awful big place, Peter. Ain’t you afraid we niight get lost?” ‘* Fudge!—fiddlesticks! It would take a big- ger city than New York to lose me! Why, hain’t I bin to St. Louis, and not got lost?” That silenced Mrs, Penn, who had faith in her husband's ability, and acquaintance with his obstinacy. Just then there came a loud rap at the door, ** Come in!” cried the farmer, and a typical Western manentered. The Penns readily recog- nized a neighbor, ‘* Ah! is that you Potts? Take a chair!” Peter directed. “Can't stop,” Potts answered. ‘‘ Just come from town, and I’ve a letter for you... The post- master had mislaid it,” Peter Penn tookthe document extended to him, ‘* Great Scott!” he ejaculated. ‘* Another one from New York, as I live!” Adjusting bis spectacles, he opened the envel- ope. Great was his surprise when he saw a ten- dollar bill, but it was nothing compared to his feelings when he had read the accompanying letter. This he did in silence, while Potts, for- getting his haste, remained to gossip with Mrs. Penn. The letter was as follows: ‘New York, March 1, Dam, Come at once, * My DEAR SIR:— ‘“*Having heard of you eke te your vatiaie son, the Honorable James Penn, [ take the liberty of addressing you, preres I can be of some ser vice to you; for, having heard that it has been a bad year for crops in Kansas, I infer that money is not as plentiful as it might be. ‘Tt is, therefore, my pleasure to notify you that I ean supply you with all you want, at a cost of less than one-tenth part of its face value. “This money, you will understand, is not goods of Government manufacture, but is just as safe and reliable, for it is utterly impossible for the smartest expert to detect my goods from the genuine. I in- close youa sample note, You can try it for your- self, “It has been my privilege fo start many & poor man on the high road to fortune, andI ean’ point out many large fortunes that have been founded with my goods—that of your son being one. Should you desire to handle any of my goods, when you come to New York, I will try to see you. “ Hoping this will meet your approval, ‘*T remain, most honored sir, “Yours truly, “ JosmrH Reep.” **N. B.—For one hundred dollars I’furnish a thou- sand; for five hundred, five thousand; and for a thousand I furnish ten, and so on upward to any amount, as our presses run night and Hay.” Farmer Penn was none the wiser when this was read, for he was too ignorant of the ways of the world to see the trap which had opened for him, He was merely bewildered. The voices of! his companions aroused him from his uncertainty, and he suddenly took part in the conversation, Deadwood Dick, Jr., After the vest apples, and take ’em to Leavenworth, and sell’em, Outside o’ that, he war one o’ the best scholars we hed in ther Sunday-skule class,” ‘*Right, neighbor, Well, Jimmy is powerful rich now, and is goin’ to pay off our mortgage, and help us out of the hole, besides. Good of him, eb?” “Yes, et aire that, Never thought he would turn out so well, By ther way, did ye hear that my boy Si is goin’ to git spliced?” “No ho to? ‘¢ Miranda Hulks,” Peter Penn turned up his nose in disgust. “That's no match. Old Hulks is rich, and will boss your Si around, till he won’t have the gumption of a cat!” ‘‘ Not much, he won’t! I’m sure of it, be- eause Hulks can’t begin ter match my Si on either brains or muscle. See? I’ve a notion of buyin’ a farm for Si, and give him a first-class send-off, I s’pose, if you’re goin’ to New York, your Jim may induce ye to stop wtih him, and that ye won’t come back here?” ‘‘Danno, Et depends.” “Tye want to sell out!” ‘““Wecan’t. Hulks holds a mortgage against the place.” **T can fix that. How much?” “What’ll you give?” ‘P11 tell ye what I’ll do. start fer New York?” ‘* To-morrer mornin’, bright and early.” ‘Well, ’ve had an eye on this place fer Si sence et joins mine. Sol had a talk with old Hiram Hulks, and he allowed that ef Si was to marry Miranda, and I bought this place fer ’em, he’d give up the mortgage—thet is, destroy et— and call the thing square. ‘* So, now, as I said before, I'll tell ye what Pll do: ‘* You’ve gota good farm, and [ll give five thousan’ dollars, jes as it stan’s, furniture an’ all—five Nott te spot cash; an’ all you’ve got to do is sig off ter me.” ‘“ Ets a bargain. Come, Maria, git on yer duds. ‘‘ We wiil fix up the matter to-day, and go to New York to-morrow. An’ when we find Jimmy, we'll have a bu’stin’ good time, you bet!” declared Penn, his eyessparkling with an- ticipated pleasure. The team was hitched up, and the trio rode to the city of Leavenworth, where the proper documents were drawn and duly signed, convey~ ing the Penn homestead to Mr; Potts.” The five thousand dollars was promptly paid over, andthe Penns found themselves in a position so peculiar that they could bardly realize it, For the first time in many years they were without a home, and this would have given them a pain- fully lonesome feeling had they not been cheered up by the recollection that they were about to start to join their loved son, Any one else, if fully admitted to their con- fidence, might have had some doubts as to the future. “Jimmy ” had not been noted for an overflow of filial affection in the, past, the late letter be- ing the first his parents had received from him in several years. An outsider would naturally have been influenced by this-fact, but Jimmy’s parents, like most parents, were ready to for- give neglect, real or seeming, and believe in When d’ye ’spect to ‘their son. They went back to pass the last night at the old homestead, and it was then that Peter chanced again upon the second letter he had re- ceived from New York, It had previously been lying forgotten in his pocket, ‘‘ Why, Peter, I ain’t seen that yet,” exclaim- ed Mrs. Penn. “T know ye ain’t, but Potts was here when I read it, ye know, an’ then it slipped my mind. You shall hear it, Maria, an’ I hope you xin ketch on, I can’t, fur, of all crazy stuff, this is the worst, Hear it!” The worthy farmer read aloud the letter from the unknown person in New York, and then looked up to see his wife staring at him in a blank way. ‘* What do ye think © that?” he inquired. ‘Think! Why, I don’t understand it at all. What's it about, anyhow?” ‘*Seems_ he’s goin’ ter give us some money,” answered Peter, slowly. “Why should he?” | ‘Ob! he’s a friend of Jimmy’s.” “ But why should he give us his money?” _ “ He says it ain’t made by Government.” “Then what is it? Peter Penn, I’m afraid . H aes ‘Neighbor Potts, Mrs, Penn and myself are | there’s something wrong!” going to New York, early in the mornin’, to | visit my son Jimmy, Ye remember Jimm don’t ye?” * 4 Yes, I do, that! He used ter steal my har- ** Widdlesticks! Would a friend of Jimmy’s do anything wrong?” ‘No, he wouldn’t!” the good woman declared, promptly. ‘ Queer. **T do b’lieve I’ve got the idea!” Mr, Penn suddenly asserted. ** What is it?” : ‘* You’ve read about them Wall street affairs, ain’t ye? Of course you have, fur it was all in the Weekly Hustler; Well, they have what they call stocks there, an’ such things, an’ as Mr. Reed’s money ain’t Government made, it must be tother kind. Say, what would you think if I got to be a big speculator in Wall street, eh?” Peter Penn’s face beamed with pleasure, and the expression was at once reflected in that of his wife. They were wholly ignorant of the ways of the world at large, and, meditating no harm themselves, saw only an honest offer in what was plainly the bait offered by sharpers. If they went to New York they would go into Baneer, and go they fully intended to the next ay. CHAPTER ILI, THE DETECTIVE PRINCE, Ir had been a number of years.since Mr. or Mrs. Penn had been on a train of cars, and, accordingly, they enjoyed the ride for the first few miles with rare avidity. When the train pulled out of Leavenworth, it had on board a larger number of passengers than usual—largely composed of people going to Washington to witness the inauguration. When the Penns got aboard there was but a single seat to be had in the train, and this was by the side of a stylishly-attired young man with a frank, handsome face, keen eyes, an dark-brown hair and mustache, This was Deadwood Dick, Jr., leaving the Wild West for the third time, en route for the city of New York on business, While spending a few days in Denver, he had received a dispatch from Inspector Byrnes which read as follows: “Come on at once. I have work for you among certain swindlers here—work which, for certain rea- sons, you can do better tran any one else. I espe- cially want you on the case.”’ Now, this was a goed deal of a compliment, There were sbrewd and experienced detectives in New York, and, when the head of the force sent to the West for a man to handle a case which was, presumably, of adelicate nature, it meant a good deal, Dick was not a occurrence, and he took this with his usual piper sae composure, but it was clear that is past successes in detective work were mak- ing a wide reputation for him, It did not take him long to decide in the pres- ent case, He had faced danger of all kinds in both the East and the West, and had met with experi- ences such as fall to the lot of but few men, and, having looked the whole field over carefully, he had about decided to establish an cffice of his own in the metropolis of the New World. The telegram decided him, and, without much delay, be packed a couple of valises and started. And this is bow we come to find the detective prince once more en route for the land of the rising sun, His life of adventure had ‘aken him over a wide area, and, though certain sections bad at times rung with his exploits, he generally man- aged to travel without being recognized, and nobody suspected that the quiet young man with = keen eyes was one who had made so much stir. This temporary obscurity just suited his taste. When Dick saw Mr. and Mrs, Penn enter the car and look for seats, and saw that. they were well advanced in years—at least sixty and fifty- eight, respectively—he, with true Western cour- tesy, arose, and, lifting his hat, said: ‘* Please take my seat, sir, I can soon find a vacant one, for not all here are through passen- gers. In the mean time, I can stand on my pins a little better than you, or lean against the arm of the seat.” ‘‘T thank ye for your kindness,” Penn heartily replied. ‘' You’re a_ gentleman, fine cut an’ dried, that’s sure.” © When the couple were comfortably settled down, Penn once more turned to Dick, ‘Goin’ fur East?” he inquired. “Yes; as far as New York.” } “Thunder! TI meant to say, gracious! Ye don’t tell me ye’r’ goin’ to New York?” “ Yes, sir,” ‘ “‘An’sobe we, Jingo! Dye hear et, Maria? The young feller is goin’ way thr’u’ to New York, along with"us, Say, stranger, much ac- quainted there?” ** Only slightly.” ‘* Don’t know my son, Jim Penn, then, do ye? , . y , man to be puffed up by any
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oo me Yee Deadwood Dick, Jr., After He’s one of the big-bugs, you see, Now, tell you what! Jim is smart! ‘He's made alot o’ money, he writes, an’ invites us to come and visit him. So we sold out, slick an’ clean, and me and ae aire goin’ to see the sights, and live with im ” ‘He didn’t invite us to do that /” interposed Mrs. Penn, doubtfully. **Ob! but he will,” said the old man, cheerily, ** You kin bet high on that, Maria.” ‘“Tf he’s got room, he will,” Maria agreed. “He wouldn’t be a Penn, ef he didn’t. It runs in the family, from William down, to be charitable among their kin, ‘Then, too, you see, Pve got a lot of money—just think! five thou- san’, clean cash!—an’ money’s what makes the mare go. What do you think stranger? Me and Maria hes worked hard, all our lives, and it’s about time we had a good old round-up, ain’t it? Deadwood Dick looked doubtful. “‘ Well, I should say that if your stock of cash is limited, you’d better be careful when you reach New York. There are hundreds of sbarpers lying in wait for countrymen from the interior, only to gain their confidence at the ex- pense of a few drinks, suppers, and polite atten- tions; only to beat them out of their all, either by trick or device, or by absolute force!” * Jingo!” And Mr. Penn looked astonished. ‘* Peter, let’s go home!” said Mrs. Penn. ‘If you should lose that money, what would become of us? ‘* No turn-back, now, mother. We've got no home, in the first place, and ef we hed, why, I’d not go back. We'll find our Jim; we're all hunk!” ‘* Have you got the letter from him, Peter?” ii Yas.” ** And where does it say come to?” To the Hotel Dam, eavens! what a name for a hotel! , [t sounds mighty frivolous, ter say the least.” ‘Frivolous! It’s worse than that, Peter.” ‘* It may be New York style.” “Then New York aire more wicked than ye thought of. Oh! Peter! just to think our boy should live in sech a place! Oh! it’s awful!” And Mrs, Penn’s eyes filled with tears, “My good woman,” Dick hastened to reassure her, “the meaning of the name of the hotel is by no means one that need to trouble you. It is a very respectable place and, I believe, is quite popular with the theatrical fraternity.” ‘* Say!” said Peter Penn, eying Dick sharply. ‘* You’re a purty smart feller. You're a West- erner, I'll swear. Who aire ye? an’ what’re ye goin’ to New York fer?” ‘* Private business,” a maaeee you know suthin’ of the town?” ** Well, a little; and yet rot much, either.” ‘* Well, what’s your name?” “Bristol. What is yours?” ‘* Peter Penn, a direct descendant of the great William, Now, Pl tell ye what I want ye to help me do—find ed boy, Jimmy. I ain't ac- quainted in New York, nor I ain’t able ter pay so very much, but I'll do as near squar’ as I kin, Onc’t I find Jimmy, I'll bet he'll give you five dollars.” ‘¢ When did he leave bis home?” “ Lem’me see! Et war fourteen years, to- day. I give him a whalin’, fer not doin’ the chores. It was too cold fer me ter go out, Thermometer were twelye below the 0!” Here the old man paused. ‘He ought not to have minded a little thing like that,” observed Dick, “But Jimmy had a bad temper. Although he was only ten years old, he run away; and we never saw him, nor heard from him, sence, until we got the letter from him invitin’ us to visit him.” ‘‘ Jimmy is now about twenty-four, then?” ‘* Almost exactly—twenty-four, in five days, Ain’t I right, Maria? Think, now?” ‘*T guess you must be right, Peter, my dear?” “Of course I am. Ain’t I allus perfectly right? The Penns were always right—always will be,” Be the conversation rambled on, Dick soon secured a seat, and went to sleep. One experience in a sleeping-car had been enough for him, for the contracted quarters were not to his taste. Kansas City was reached, and a through car to New York was taken, at Dick’s suggestion. Old Penn growled at the extra expense of having to pay a dollar for meals upon the train, but Dick’s persuasion prevailed, and they had elegant accommodations and a speedy passage. ‘hen they steamed into the Grand Central station, at New York, Dick aroused his fellow- velers, who had fallen asleep some time before, and were unconscious of everything earthly. ‘“* New York!” announced Dick. ‘Come, get up, my good friends, and take a look at the city! 7 ‘* New York!” ejaculated Peter, drowsily. ** Now York!” sighed the female Penn, ‘‘ Then, just tell em to truck us around ter where our immy lives!” CHAPTER III. MR. JIM PENN. By this time Dick was getting pretty well dis- gusted with his journey, and, as it was late in the evening, and there was no liability of find- ing Inspector Byrnes at his office, he concluded to get rid of the Penns by inducing them to re- tire for the night, He would be fettered in his movements with them around, and, the nearer they drew to New York, the more inclination they evinced to cling to Dick. Overruling their objections, he took them over to the Grand Union Hotel. The feminine element of the Penn family wanted to go to the Hotel Dam, but remon- strance from Peter quieted and convinced her, Dick registered the party, sent them to bed, and then set out for the Hotel Dam, which is in the immediate neighborhood of Union Square. There he inquired for James Penn, ‘* No such a man here, sir,” was the answer. “ Ever been here?” ac No, ” **Do you know such a man?” ‘* Never heard the name in my life.” The detective prince turned away and left the hotel clerk without an explanation, ‘“‘ Here is a mystery,” Dick thought. ‘‘ James Penn, in his letter to his parents, gave his ad- dress as Hotel Dam—or did Peter read incor- rectly? If bis son really wrote ‘ Hotel Dam,’ I'll look into this, I must see the letter, In some way or other I must get at the facts, or Penn may come to grief. Was the letter really from Jimmy? Or was it from a New York swindler? Possibly, young Penn may have gone wrong, or be in a plot against the old folks. I’ll look into it! Having come to this conclusion, Dick returned to the Grand Union and retired for the night, He arose the next morning at six, There were but few up when he went down- stairs. Breakfasting, he went over to the depot and bad his baggage removed from there to Clinton Place, in the neighborhood of University Place, There be was welcomed, having patronized the place before, After making his ablutions he returned to the Grand Union, but Penn and his wife had not yet made their appearance, being engaged in mak- ing up for lost time in the way of sleep, Dick wrote a few lines in which he explainea his fail- ure to find Jimmy, and then, stating that he would return shortly, left the note-for the old couple when they awoke, This done he went down-town, making his way at once to Police Headquarters, hen he arrived he was informed that Inspector Byrnes was absent, and that it was uncertain when he would return. More delay appeared to be inevitable, but, fortunately, it was avoided by the speedy ap- earance of the renowned chief of detectives, imself, Dick was at once recognized, and was invited into Byrnes’s private office, There he was given a chair, and the chief sat down opposite him. “You bave answered my call promptly,” ob- served the inspector. ‘*That’s a way I have,” Dick returned, “I presume you are not sorry?” “Decidedly not. You were, perha S$, sur- prised to receive my telegram, but I could think of no better man, Your past suecess speaks for you, and, in this case, a comparative stranger in New York is needed,” ‘*T am at your service,” “*Good! Now, Ihave a rush of business on hand, and will come to the point at once. The fact is, we are having an epidemic of confidence men, bunco-steerers and green-goods men, just now. “And you want a cure for the epidemic?” ** Just so,” ‘““T would suggest an application of the law, | taken in allopathic doses.’ ‘* With Deadwood Dick, Jr., as the doctor?” ‘‘If you wish,” replied the detective prince, with a smile, ‘* That’s what’s I do wish,” declared Byrnes, “*T desire you to wage secret war on them, All our city detectives are well known to the various swindlers, but you can work to better advan- the Queer. tage. Go slowly and cautiously, and let them try to take you in, if you wisb, and can pass as a fit subject. Perhaps you can assume a dis- guise and appear as a countryman—but that is only a suggestion, Use your own judgment.” ‘¢ 111 do what I can,” ‘*T want you to look particularly to the green- goods men, who are working off a good deal of counterfeit money, On this sheet of paper you will find a list of names, All aréwell known to the police, and all have reputations almost national, unless it is Sam Slater.” The inspector laid his finger on the paper where the indicated name appeared. “Slater isa dangerous and wily fellow,” the speaker added. ‘' Among his gang he is known as Sawdust Sam, and is a thoroughbred con- fidence man. Another man named here is Joe Reed, who works in Slater’s company a good deal, but is only a small fish in comparison with Sam.” Byrnes then went on to give what information was necessary, to all of which Dick listened at- tentively. Nothing escaped Byrnes’s keen ob- servation, and he was pleased to see his new recruit give the same discriminating notice he would have bestowed himself, under reversed circumstances, The inspector concluded in these words: “The kings of the green-goods game are the ones whose names I have mentioned, You will find, on the list, the addresses of all except Slater. What we want is positive evidence, and then we will give them the law. We've had Slater up several times, and Reed once but they have managed to escape the grasp of justice. You know how hard it is to securea conviction in such cases.” “Tf I can rope them in I shall be glad to rid you of such black sheep, Now, allow me to ask a question in return.” ‘By all means. Proceed!” “Do you know of such a man as James Penn?” **T do not!” “‘T understand that he is a very wealthy man.” Ce os ee whom did you gain your informa- tion ¢ “From the father of James Ponn. It ap- pears that James wrote to the old gentleman and told bim he was very wealthy, and wanted the old man and wife tocome Hast and pay him a visit. He gave his address as the Hotel Dam, adjacent to Union Square, I find that no such party is known there, I, therefore, de- duct the conclusion that it was a decoy letter. What do you think?” ‘*| Inve you consulted the Directory?” “Yo There is no such name there,” “Ty wealthy New Yorker would be likely to be omitted,” ‘* Decidedly not.” *You know the circumstances better than I do, but, if you think any rascality is afoot, look after it. The case may be right in the line of the work you have in hand, The villains are up to all kinds of games to decoy the unwary,” This was just what Dick suspected. He did not yet know of the second letter which Peter Penn had received before leaving Kansas, and, consequently, was without any definite clew, but he had no faith in the letter alleged to have been written by Jimmy Penn. It looked like a trap. He let the matter drop, however, and, after some further conversation about Sawdust Sam with the inspector, Dick paid a visit to the various police stations in company with one of Byrnes’s right-hand men, and received official introduction to the different captains, so that whenever he needed pulice aid there would be no hitch in getting it. He then paid a visit to the Grand Union Hotel, and found the Penns astir at last, They hailed his arrival with great eagerness. ‘* Any news yet?” Peter demanded, ’ ** No; not of your boy!” ** Strange he wa’n’t at Hotel Dam!” ‘*He was unknown there, and the case is very suspicious. Are you sure that the letter which you received was in your son’s own writ- ing? a We ain’t seen his writin’ before sence he was a boy.” ‘* True; and that would be no clew. Time works changes in all ways. Well, I have no news—” r ‘* But we have. There was a man here a bit ago who said he wpaghe he could find Jimmy if ’'d give him ten dollars.” a pppoe you gave it to him?’ ** You bet!” “Then good-by to your ten!”
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2 —“— ~--or 4 ie | ' Deadwood Dick, Jr., After the Queer. ** How so?” ‘* Because you'll never see it or the man again.” “Oh! yes, I will, I’ve got an appointment to meet him, when he will introduce me to my son. See?’ ‘* W here is this meeting to take place?” ‘¢ At the Hoffman House.” This information caused Dick to waver for a moment in his opinion. If Penn was menaced by a confidence-man, it was odd that one of the very best, and most respectable hotels had been chosen as the place of meeting. *‘ Me continued his inquiries tersely: ** When?” ** At noon, to-morrow.” ‘* What was the name of this man who called upon you?” ‘* Samuel Slater.” Dick gave vent to a low whistle, Fresh from the interview with Inspector Byrnes, the name had a striking meaning, just then, At that moment he carried in his pocket the list of the most noted of these confidence men, and among them was that of Slater, alias Sawdust Sam. If the two Slaters were one and the same per- son, the old gentleman was certainly iu danger, as far as his pocketbook was concerned. ‘¢T advise you not to keep this appointment,” the detective prince replied. ** Why not?” ** Because I think it a trap—” ** Do ye know Slater?” ‘*Oh! I’ve heard of him. He don’t bear the best reputation in the world. If you go to the Hoffman House, you had better leave your money behind with your wife.” “ Not much! I allus handles my own mon- ! ‘All right, sir, but if you get done up, you wiil remember what I told you.” “‘Hadn’t you better do as he says, father?” asked Mrs, Penn. |. ‘* Pll do as I says!” replied Peter, obstinately. ‘* But there may be some mistake,” ‘‘There ain’t none!” declared Mr. Penn, with growing decision. ‘‘ Mr. Slater is a friend o’ Jimmy’s, an’ Jimmy’s friends is all right.” ‘‘T left word at Hotel Dam,” Dick added, if for your son to call here if he should show ) ‘Tf he don’t live there reg’lar,” observed Mrs, Penn,,‘‘I don’t b’lieve he lives right in New York.” ‘Nor do I,” replied Dick. ‘‘I’ve heard of old William Penn, but I'll wager there’s no very rich Penns in New York.” After some deliberation, Dick decided not to interfere with the old man going to the Hoffman House; but he would be there, too, to watch paeeenee 't might prove to be the very chance to get evidence against Slater. CHAPTER IV. BILLY BUCKET AND—SOMEBOBY ELSE. LEAVING the Penns, Dick proceeded to look about the city, and in the course of his rambles was surprised to encounter an old friend. It was Billy Bucket, his boy partner of the weed Island case, but there was a great change in him. Although yet but young, he had apparently developed into a full-fledged bummer, and was then evidently just recovering from the effects ofa i “ Well, Billy, I thought you were in the far West!” Dick exclaimed. ‘* What are you doing here in New York, aud in this condition? When I last saw you, you were fixed up like a a gentleman; now you look like a bum!’ * T feel like one thismornin’, friend Dick; but I’m awful glad to see you. But come! let’s drop in here, I must have a bracer before I'll feel like myself, and we kin chin too,” So they entered a large beer garden near at hand, and became seated. The huge orcbestrion was playing, and every- where in the immense hall, all was bustle. f ick and Billy became seated, and the boy ordered whisky for himself, while Dick simply Papago in a cigar.) ; i ¥ es, I’m purty well broke up, that’s a ac “I got tired of it out West, an’ was glad to gt back here, I got to drinkin’ out there, an’ blowed in all my sugar, How to sit back here I didn’t know. But luck was wid me, I picked up a pocketbook some rich chap had dropped, and you kin bet I didu’t lose no time, nor let any buffler grass grow under my feet ’til I got back to New York. “ T had money left, and so I bought out a sa- loon down in Wooster street. Et ain’t exactly a straight place, ’cause my customers is mostly crooks o’ one sort or ’nother; but they allus ipl out the sugar. I ain’t doin’ so bad, even if be in poor clothes an’ without cash jest now, fer ’m makin’ ten a day, an’ some days more, I never drink in me own place, but git my bra- cers somewhere else. There! Now ye know, as near as I kin tell ye, what I’ve been doin’ sence you seen me last!” ‘* You’ve been doing very little good to your- self, or to any one else!” Dick replied, sternly. ‘* Why don’t you throw up the saloon, and stop drinking?” Tears sparkled in the youth’s eyes, ** 1d ’a’ done et, ef I had had enny one to en- courage me. After you left me, | felt as if I hadn’t a friend left. I took a drink o’ whisky, and that seemed ter comfort me. Then I took another, an’ another and continued to feel bet- ter. Sol kept on, until I got all broke up. I know I've been a focl, but ef you was to take me back ag’in, I'd brace up, and be like I was before—indeed I would, boss!” This was said in a manner which touched the detective, in spite of the youth’s disreputable appearance, ick, to tell truth, was about as much affect- ed as the boy was—for Billy now wept piteous- y: 4 “Well, Billy,” Bristol replied, ‘‘T'll take you back on the condition that you won’t drink any more. You can be of service to me, perhaps, by retaining your saloon, so I will not just yet bar that out. If it is a source of profit to you, in a pecuniary sense, it may be to me, in a pro- fessional sense.” ‘* How do you mean?” ‘‘Promise me, first, that this is your last drink; then I will confide in you,” The poor boy shuddered as he heard the re- quest, “Dick,” he said, “‘I’d like to, but I dassent. I’m sure I'd git ’em!” “The jim-jams?” “Yes, I'll agree to taper off by degrees, and you shall be the doctor; but I can’t shut off all to once—sure, I can’t!” “Very well. Dll be as lenient with you as I can. And when I think you need a drink, you shall have it. Go get yourself a whole new out- fit, and come to the Hoffman House, at twelve o'clock, presentable in appearance, Bromise me not to drink again till I see your” **Can I have a nip, then? mad Yes,” Then Dick left him, ** Poor boy,” he muttered, ‘‘ I cannot but pity him! But, no fear—Lll fetch him to Limerick, as the Irishman says, and utilize him, at the same time!” This encounter gave the detective food for thought, and he studied considerably on how be could redeem Billy, while bist around further. Meeting with no adventure he retired early, that night, and, the next day, turned his steps toward the Hoffman House at a suitable hour to see how Peter Penn succeeded. He arrived there in pretty good season, and as the corridors, picture gallery and bar were crowded, he managed to keep out of view. He had never been in the hotel before, but se- cured a good position for observation. ‘ The place was thronged with men who, in the majority of cases, were strangers to each other, and so there was little danger that he would be noticed. 3 He lita cigar, and stood leaning against the wall at a convenient point, Presently, a stranger approached, * Mr, Bristol, I believe?” he said. ‘* Well, yes. Who are you? if I‘ may ask,” “My name is James Penn!” Here was a revelation, but it did not impress Deadwood Dick very favorably. . The stranger’s age was, evidently, just about right for the de- mands of the case, and be was far from being ill-looking, but, the shrewd detective at once conceived dislike and suspicion toward him. Even if he was the missing Jimmy, how, did it happen that he knew Dick? ; “Am I to understand that I ought to recog- nize an Fe cranial in you?” the detective quietly asked, betraying no surprise. “Ts the name new to you?” asked the alleged Jimmy, with a smile, “Why should it be otherwise? ‘Oh! come now, I am all right; and you need not hesitate to speak right to the point. IT am Jim Penn, and J have nm informed that you arrived with my parents. You were seen in conversation with them, shortly before you reached New York, by a friend of mine, If you can tell me where they are, or conduct me to their present whereabouts, I shall be glad to see them.” “Tf you wait a while, you may be able to recognize your father among the crowd,” Dick suggested. ‘Yes; if he comes,” ‘*Oh! I reckon he will come.” ‘* He must have changed some since I saw him.” ‘“‘A man is likely to know his own father,” Dick answered, with growing suspicion. If the stranger detected any shadow of doubt, he did not betray the fact. His manner continued quiet and easy. He smiled slightly. ‘Well, | reckon I ougbt toknow the old man even if have. been away fourteen years, I generally recognize any one I’ve seen once. Tell you the truth, I’ve seen youand the old folks, for I was on the train when it left Peeks- kill, and knew my parents. 1 thought you were a friend of theirs; so, says I, I’ll surprise ’em. So when you arrived at the depot 1 was first off the train, but conldn’t get eyes on you again.” This was a statement calculated to awaken fresh suspicion, “Failing to locate you,” resumed the self- styled Jimmy, ‘‘I bad to wait the progress of events. I rung in a friendof mine—being busy, myself—and he wert about to investigate the various hotels. Of course he found the old folks’ name when he struck the Grand Union.” ““ Strange that you didn’t go there to see your worthy parents, instead of inviting Penn here.” “That, sir,” was the stiff reply, “was a private affair.” a ‘‘T presume it was a private affair, also, when you gave them a false address,” Dick returned, sarcastically. “Sir?” “You gave your address as the Hotel Dam, and, when I inquired there, I found that you were wholly unknown at the place.” **On! L only dropped in and used a bit of their stationery, for the occasion,” ‘*But, you either plainly told your father, or gave bim the impression, that you were actually residing there.” ** Well, what is that to you?” was the quick, belligerent re “ Simply this; I thinkyou are.a fraud!” * You do?” “‘ That’s the plain English of it.” Dick spoke with quiet unconcern, The self- styled James was putting on an air as though he intended to resent this insinuation against his character in true pugilistic style, but he did not create a ripple in the detective’s mind, “Sir, if you were not my father’s friend, I would do you up!” the stranger declared. | ‘‘T am not his friend.” ‘*T believe you. You are a traitor—” “Tam Peter Penn’s friend, but he is not your father!” There was a savage glitter in the claimant’s eyes, but he evidently thought it best to control his anger. Possibly he was observing enough to see that Dick could walk all over him, in a fight, and not half try. ‘*Bah! we are wasting words!” he declared. ‘*T won’t quarrel with you, for Peter Penn would object. He will vouch for me when he comes,” “T will see you meet him,” was the detective’s. quiet response. The alleged Jimmy curled his li and then, without another wor steps away and sat down. ae “Tl see the end of this!” muttered Dick, scornfully, went a few CHAPTER V. A FOOLISH MAN FROM KANSAS. Drapwoop Dick consulted his watch, It was already past the hour of noon. It was at twelve o’clock that Mr. Peter Penn was to be at the hotel to meet his son, but he had not shown up. The son--or some one claiming to be the son— was there in plain view. The alleged Jimmy Penn sat at one side and was wrapped in a mantle of serene composure, If any uneasiness existed in his mind, it did not show in bis man- ner. a Was he really Peter’s son? This was what the detective could not determine. : Time passed, and Dick’s watch indicated twenty minutes to one. He began to fear that the old farmer was not coming. No father would be so late when invited to meet his son, it seemed. At that moment a bell-boy approached, and stated that the clerk wished to see Dick. The latter went to the gentleman named.
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omer ee 0 a Mh, ‘ eR 14 mM I , Or ae "ae ae Foe —— Ayer oe SL IT LI aE aT ae Deadwood Dick, Jr., ‘Pardon me, sir,” was the polite greeting, “but is your name Bristol?” “ Yes,” “T thought so from the description. we have something for you.” He passed over a letter, and Dick, breaking open the envelope, found the name of Peter Penn signed to a brief note. It read as follows: * Cannot get to the Hoffman House. Come here at once, for I want to see you on most important business.” Tien followed the signature and the name of Mr. Penn’s hotel. Dick had seen the old gentleman’s writing be- fore, and was sure that the note was genuine. He decided to answer the call. He did not like to leave the self-styled James, but he was not under any obligations to watch him, If Peter Peun wished to see bim at the Grand Union, he would obey the summons, Accordingly, he went at once. Whemhe arrived there he found Mrs, Penn, but there was no sign of Peter. ** He’s gone out, but he told me ter ask you ter stay when ye came,” the old lady explained. ‘“‘ What is the important business he has on hand?” “ To meet Jimmy.” ‘¢ Has he gone there now?” Vegaeir.:” *¢ But he wrote me to come here.” **T don’t know anything about that.” ae was something Dick could not under- stand. ** Looks suspicious,” he thought. ‘‘ Has Peter given his aid to decoy me away from the Hoff- man? If anything of the kind is contemplated it is a waste of powder; I am not engaged in the case, and care but little about it.” He did care in one way—Peter Penn had re- fused to take his advice; bad showed a good deal of obstinacy; and had wound up by sending him on what looked like a wild-goose chase, Dick decided to consult his own preferences, so he left the Penns’ quarters and returned to the Hoffman. Perhaps he could find Penn or his son. When he arrived there neither was to be seen. The only pleaging sigkt was Billy Bucket. He had on a good suit of clothes, a clean shirt and collar, and a new Derby hat. “ Why, you’re looking well,” Dick exclaimed. ‘¢ Yes, and feelin’ well,” was the on ‘for I met a man as took a shine to me, an’ [ kinder reckon, from a remark he made, that he knows Ou. ** What kind of a looking man?” ‘* Well, areg’lar hayseed. Hails from Kan- Then ‘¢ Mr, Penn, of Kansas. Who was with him? Any one you know?” “Rather reckonIdo, He’s one of the gang what hangs out at my place. He’s known as arg ‘* What is his real name?” “ Well, I dunno, I guess Joe Reed. Any- how, letters come to ay place for him, under that name. Who from I don’t know.” ‘* What’s Reed’s profesh?” Bill hesitated a moment. He had been thrown more or less among bard characters since he took his saloon, and, though he had made friends with none of them, he did not like to confess, Nevertheless he was true to his friend, so he answered: ‘*T reckon I can put you on track of the game, If I don’t, you may bet Ill find ’em. Come! We will pay a visit to my shebang. There, I guess, I'll be able to point out the char- acters you want: If not, Pl take you to Steve Brodie’s on the Bowery. If we don’t find the old man there, [ll think up some other place, for I know New York from the Battery to Har- Aad, \ So to Billy’s place they went. Up-stairs—it was a two-story building —was a ten-cent lodging concern, Down-stairs was the saloon, Dick thought he had been in some of the toughest places in New York, but when Billy led him into this den, he knew he was mis- taken, for it beat anything he had ever encoun- tered, aay Cobwebs and dirt, reigned supreme, and the odor was disgusting. The room was filled with a most disreputable-looking crowd, and of the very lowest type, with one exception, The exception was a dandified young man. His clothes were fine; his boots of the best make, his necktie faultless. © hadasmooth face, dark eyes, a pleasant mouth, an aquiline nose—in fact, he was a hand- some man, aged about thirty-five. —_ ‘‘ We will have a drink,” Billy said, to the warty-uosed individual who presided behind the counter. ‘ Seen Slater to-day?” “No. He’d better show up, or I won't give him anything more.” ‘* Let him have all he wants, Mike; in fact, more than he wants, I want to sell out cheap, and I reckon he’s the fellow as may take this place.” ** Ye’r’ tired of it, eh?’ ** Yes, I am; an’ then, too, I’ve had a bit of experience. Has Joe Reed shown up lately?” ‘** Haven’t seen a sign of him,” Dick did not remain long at. the saloon, for, after a careful survey of the congregation Billy announced that nove of Slater’s crowd was there. ‘* We'll try Steve Brodie’s, on the Bowery,” Billy said. ‘‘I reckon we'll find out something there,” So to Steve Brodie’s they went, The bridge-jumper was not in, but sporting men of all descriptions were to be seen, Billy was evidently known, for several of the sports nodded to him, and the bartender smiled upon him graciously. ‘* Seen Slater to-day?” Billy asked. ‘No, I haven’t.” ‘“* D’ye know where he can be found?” ‘*No, I don’t, for he was not in here lately.” ** Seen Joe a?” ‘‘ Yes, But only for a minute.” ‘¢ Where can he be found?” ‘* He said he was goin’ to the matinee, over at the London Theater.” ‘¢ Was there any one with him?” meds fe So Dick and Billy left Brodie’s place, and wended their way up-fown again to the Hoffman House, where, to their surprise, they found Mr, Penn, of Kansas,,in an exuberant condition, evidently from the effect of strong drink, He greeted Dick effusively, ** Aha! (hic) old boy, how aire ye? Been ex- ectin? ye. How’s the windy wind blowin’? less your heart! Been havin’ a jolly time, you can bet!” ‘* Wound your son, I suppose?” ‘*No; but he will be here, to-night, Come! We will have a nip, and I want to tell you some- thing. Can’t stand the prices here, but we can find a place near by. Here is the boy, again. Take it you know him. Who is he?” * A friend of.mine.”, ‘* Then he’s all right; so come along!” They left the Hoffman, and started toward a neighboring basement saloon. “Mr, Penn,” said Dick, ‘‘ you wroie me that you had important business with me,” “So I did.” ‘« What is the business?” \\ ‘**T want ye to help me select a bang-up, high- toned present fer my Jimmy, when I find him.” ‘* Ts that all?” Dick asked, in disgust, Va hy The old gentleman was at ease, but the de- tective would have left him had he not known that his present condition was far from being se gi tohim. Reaching the saloon, they en- tered. ‘© Dye know ef the old woman is worryin’ a bit, Mr. Dick?” asked Penn, . “ T shouldn’t be surprised if she was.” ‘Well, et’s a long timesence I had sech a racket, an’ I reckon et’ll be a long time be- fore another. So it’s best to have et out now. What’ll ye take?” as they took seats at a table, * A cigar.” “And you?”—to Billy Bucket. ‘*Give me a cigar, too.” **Whisky fer me, Thunderation! What will the old woman say, when she smells my breath? She'll vow I’ve been drinkin’! Here, you bar- tender, bring us a whisky and two good cigars!” They were brought, and the old man tendered a crisp ten-dollar bill in payment. passed it back, “N. G.!” he said, What d’ye mean?” “No good, We don’t take bogus money in this place!” CHAPTER VI. COUNTERFEIT, ** No good!” was the response. ‘‘ It’s a dead open-and-shut counterfeit, and, if ye don’t pay for drinks with good money, I'll have ye locked up!” va im . 2 eee OS SO Od emcee oe N a " ~ — ‘ ss Sd . eo) “oo eee oe ” — ed ene - fter the Queer. The bartender looked at it closely, and then ~~? ‘*-Ye will, hey? Now, look here, young man, ye don’t know who ye’r’ talkin’ to!” ‘*No, nor do I want to. What I do want is my spon i I’m responsible for what drinks I serve, and I want my pay. Ye can’t shove off no queer On me,” ‘*Gol darn your picture! Tll—” ‘*Be quiet, Mr, Penn,” interposed Dick. ** P11 pay for the drinks,” And he did so, and the dispenser returned to the bar, 4 After the man had gone Dick turned to Peter enn, ‘Now, Mr. Penn, be kind enough to tell me where you got the bill. But, first let me see it.” Penn gave him the note, and Dick examined it minutely. He was a good judge of money, and at once decided that it was counterfeit, but a clever one, to say the least. ‘(Where did you get this, Mr Penn?” ‘* 4+ the Hoffman House.” ** From whom?” ‘““Rrom a personal friend of Jimmy’s—one of the slicktest-lookin’, young men I’ve met in a dog’s age!” ‘‘ What’s his name?” Dick asked) “‘ Joseph Reed—a gent I heerd from afore I left Kansas, in a business way. I’ve seen him, now, an’ I feel betterfor it. Oh! he’s a fine fel- low. Why, darn it; he must have spent ten dol- lars at the bar, andit needn’t cost meared. Tell e what, ye don’t find them kind of men out in <ansas this feller was A 1, and no mistake!” “One of the biggest crooks in New York!” ‘* Crooks! What’s that?’ ‘‘Beats—swindlers, scoundrels. How did you come by that bill?” ‘* Well, you see, it was this way. He was settin’ "em up, right along, an’ I begun ter think et was my turn!” ““c Yes?’ ‘So, as [ hadn’t nothin’ but a hundred dollar bill, asked Reed could hechangeit. He said he could, and he did, He gave me ten tens, and this is one of them,” ‘¢You’ve been taken in for a greeny. The change he gave you wascounterfeit, but a clever one. Did he offer to sell you anything?” ‘“éc Yes,” ‘What was it?” ‘*He offered to sell me a thousand ten dollar bills for one hundred dollars, guaranteed to pass for genuine.” “T suppose you took up the offer?” ‘Yes. Iam to meet him to-night.” ** Where?” ‘He would not tell me where, but said he would meet me if I was in the neighborhood of the Grand Union Hotel!” Deadwood Dick looked in pity at the old man. He was naturally honest and respectable, but had started on the wrong road since leaving Kansas, ‘ He had disgraced himself by drinking more than prudence would allow, and was on the way — to something worse. ‘“Mr, Penn, do you understand what this money is that you are to get so cheaply?” the detective asked. ‘Oh! it’s some new-fangled nip contriv- ance,” Peter replied. ‘‘I reckon they call it stocks,” y ; “Does not your experience in trying to pass that ten-dollar note give you a clew?” “That blockhead said ‘twas counterfeit,” “That is just what every dollar you get from Joseph Reed will be.” ty aay !” cried Penn, indi etege know that Reed is a friend o’ my Ji ‘*T hope he is not.” ‘He is, an’ I shall stan’ up fer him. Jimmy wouldn’t mix with knaves.” ‘¢ Mr. Penn, listen to me—” “No, I won’t! You insult my friends, an’ that I won’t hear.” “Have your own way, headstrong man, [I hope you won't bring up at Sing Sing, but if ree do, remember [ have warned you, So Ree 8 to meet you?” ‘ Yes,” ' ‘Allright. We will be there,” “We will? Mr, Bristol, I was instructed positively come alone /” “ Bxactly! “do you mmy?” See? This enn. “Well, as long as you keep out of sight, all right,” he said, ungraciously. ‘For I know id not seem to suit the fancy of Mr. that any interference of yours would spoil my a fortune.” ) ou propose to buy the green chances of makin “All right, goods, then?” ‘ Or ; aaa? JWT A, P; 1 rtm 2 ' cs , } co ria ee makers eS ERE RR re i — e, tied 1 will be near by, however, for I want a gine of Mr, Reed,” 3
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a Te = Saal oe ot ek Sa Ra rs a) ads ee fA TAT ee eT ORE TE ) — er the Queer. ea ae his “Not until I have seen them. Here, waiter, give us something more fo drink, Take yer change out of this, an’ don’t come back sayin’ it’s no good, or, blast me, ef I don’t kick you to Kansas!” And Peun presented the same bill he had offered before. : tg bartender looked at it, felt of it, and said: ‘“‘That’s all right. You riled me when you tried to rush the other one off on me. I ain’t ter be caught on snaps, you bet!” And he walked away with great. dignity to get the change, which he presently returned with. “That bill is O. K.!” he announced. ‘‘ The other one you'd better tear up, or you’l get into trouble afore ye know it,” ‘Yes, I reckon ye’r’ right,” Then the bartender went away, while theman from Kansas grinned with great delight. * Beat him, after all,, didn’t [?’ he chuckled. * Better skip!” said Mr. Bucket, PO What dye mean, you young ras- cal? ‘Cause, ef thet joker discovers the mistake he’s been gone an’ miade, he'll likely go fer ye, in Sullivan style. I know bim! He is a slug- ger, an’ you are too old to stand up ag’in’ him.” “My young man, you are wholly wrong, Old Peter Penn kin help himself, even if he is old, and don’t ye fergit it. He may hev been fetched up in the backwoods, but he’s not to ke skeart out by an owl. There’s strength in bis bones, sech as you’re not liable to hey when you get my age—ef you ever do,” ‘ Oh4s, Pll live to be a hundred,” Billy averred. ‘Mr. -Penn,” added Dick, gravely, ‘‘ you have bad singularly good luck in fooling the barkeeper, but do you know what the result may be?” “e No.” ‘¢- You have passed counterfeit money—” ‘* He says so!” ““T say so, too, The money was counterfeit, and the transaction may yet land you in States Prison.” Dick’s gravity at last impressed the farmer, ‘*Say, what shall I do?” he asked, nervously, ** Allow me to get the counterfeit back, re- deeming it with good money; and assure the Fecal that your second attempt was only a joke. Penn readily acquiesced, and the exchange was soon made. The dispenser of fluids was in- i to be angry, but a fresb order mollified im, This matter had barely been settled when an- other man entered the saloon—an elegantly- dressed young fellow who sported diamonds and carried a gold-headed cane, Dick at once became interested; he recognized the self-styled Jimmy Penn, who had accosted him at the Hoffman House earlier in the day, and was curious to learn what would follow. Keeping his face averted he watched closely. ‘Jimmy ” passed without appearing to see them. He took a drink at the bar, twirled his hand- some mustache, and then advanced to the table at which Dick, Billy and Mr, Penn were seated. To the latter he nodded and made inquiry: “* Are you did Penn, from Kansas?” ‘* Well, rather!” “Then, I have the bonor of being your son Jimmy!” In a moment father and alleged son were locked in each other’s embrace. “*Oh! my son!” exclaimed Peter, ‘ how glad Iam tosee ye. How ye hev grown!” “Oh! yes, a little, How’s mam!” “Oh! she’s bully! She’s up at the Grand lie Hotel, You must come rigbt up and see er. **Can’t, just now, dad!” * Why not?” * Cause I’ve got some business matters to look to. I am no longer a boy, you see, but one of the busiest men in New York, in the true business sense,” **My boy! I’m proud of you!” Peter declar- ed, with beaming eyes. ‘But I'm always ‘Jimmy’ to you and mam!” asserted the claimant, with a show of filial af- fection which made Dick smile sarcastically. “You're jest the same as ever,” murmured Peter. ‘‘ Mr. Bristol, this is my boy, Jimmy.” m ae Bristol,” remarked Jimmy, stiffly. ** And he tried to kick up a racket by declar- ing that I was not your son.” “ Fiddlesticks!” . I take back nothing,” Dick coolly observed. “IT don’t want to break up your love-feast, and ee eee eee Senne fee at 5 ee ae ead TET Piet) We cee “ { , meh ay > We > Hoan aie eee 7 Mog hon S ; a : peo ‘ ~ Raga Oeaaee bee sa ~ Seis x eb SR Reg ad a : ee Seg ee yes IP: " Deadwood Dick, Jr., Aft you can go in as strong as you please; but I re- serve the right to hold my own opinion.” ‘“You show a lack o’ feelin’, sir,” asserted Peter Penn, ‘‘ but we're too happy ter bear ill will. Ain’t we, Jimmy?” Jimmy’s expressior. did not indicate a forgiv- ing spirit} but he managed to acquiesce. “ Well, dad, I’ve got an engagément f can’t break, so I mast leave you now. This evening, thongh, i’ll drop in on you and mam.” ‘‘ Bo sure ter come, Jimmy!” ‘‘P]] be there, sure. Well, so-long, dad!” and Mr. Jimmy Penn took his departure. ; “That is my son!” Old Peter said, turning to Dick in triumph. ‘¢T don’t think so, Mr. Penn.” ‘“* Why not?” ‘Because the fellow is simply humbugging you, same as Reed did.” ‘‘ Nonsense! You're crazy!” ‘Not quite. The fellow does not bear the slightest resemblance to you.” ‘‘T don’t carea darn. He’s my son, just the sam. I’m sure of it.” ** And I’m sure be is not.” The old man was stung to a nervous pitch, and his answer was forcible, ‘You're exasperatin’, darn you!” ‘*No; I’m simply candid. That?s all.” ‘‘ Youre in the wrong, an’ I know et, as well as I know my name is Peter Penn.” ‘‘T don’t think so. Iam positive the chap is not your son.” ‘ «What are your reasons for thinkin’ so?” ‘¢ Well, in the first place, how should he have known that you were here?” * Reed told bim.” ‘‘ And Reed is the man who gave you the bogus money. Is he to be considered a straight character? Would it be natural to suppose that, if your son is worthy of your affection and trust, he would be directed bere by a man like Reed, who is, without doubt, a crook? Here’s a boy ”—turning to Billy—‘t who can tell you the same,” : ‘Well, I can,” corroborated Billy, ‘* That feller is a chump, and don’t ye fergit it. I run a businass down on Wooster street, and I know who and what heis. Lagree wid Dick, my old boss. The feller ain’t your son. He’s Hand- some Hal. The tail end of his name I don’t know, but I’m sure o’ him /” Mr. Penn began to look serious, ‘Well, maybe you’re right, but I don’t be- lieve it, yet.” . * Well, wait and see,” Dick replied. ‘If you get swindled out of your money, don’t kick. I’ve a mission here, and that is to find out and convict a gang of green-goods men, That you have already become one of their victims, there is no doubt.” ‘* Now, lookee here! I’m from Kansas, and I ain’t no spring chicken, either, but just as tough. Prove to me that ’m not smart as they make ’em, and Pll prove to you that I’m as game as they aire.” “ Well, all right. I'll leave you now, and search up the pedigree of this chap who claims to be your son,” ** That may not be easy.” } ‘Tf I can catch him, I'll soon know what his pedigree is, never fear. In the mean time, old man, you had better go back to your hotel, and o to sleep. When you wake, you will have a Secidedly clearer mind, I think.” ‘*Guess youre right, Then, too, my old wo- man ’Il be in hysterics. Git me a carriage!” A back was called; old Penn was bundled in, and, Dick and Billy accompanying him, he was taken to his room and put to bed, CHAPTER VII. BILLY GIVES THE ‘‘ TIP.” THERE were several clouds rising which threatened to make trouble for Mr. Peter Penn, and, one of them was both near at hand and threatening, When he was brought in it was impossible to avoid seeing that he had been drinking, where- upon Mrs. Penn was first dumfounded, and then ominously silent with anger. Never before had she seen her partner in life in such a state, and affairs promised to be lively when he awakened in his sober senses, Having cared for Peter, his guardians left him with his wife. ‘* What do you think of it, Billy?” Dick asked. ‘Of what, boss?” i s he ‘¢' The fellow you called Handsome Hal. old Penn’s son?” “Tdunno. If he is, he’s a skin from ther word go, He’s a bunco-steerer, and you can bet ou it. He works it quiet, tho’. I think that he, Slater an’ Reed, all work together.” ' x 4 “a ¥ Ths Ppt te Seg po iL ‘7m Lint . AEG Ret ag eG vi " yf Anal Si - =o co P Ms ah 9 s = ‘* Where are we likely torun across Mr. Jim- my again?” ; **You’ve got me there. Let me think,” and the boy detective reflected for some time, ; ‘Come with me to Sixth avenue,” he finally suggested, ‘1 think I can find out there.” nd to Sixth avenue they went. The particular vicivity which Billy had in mind, and the place to which he led, was a resort of the devotees of the race-track. There, men of all grades, ricb and poor, honest and dishonest, were to be found; and bundreds of dollars changed hands during race days, either on Jerome Park, Gravesend, Brighton, Clifton or Guttenburg events. “*T reckon we’ll find him here,” Billy remarked, as they left the car. ‘‘ He’s a lucky man on hosses, and Guttenburg is his winnin’ day, That’s to-day. When he stakes his money on a hoss at Guttenburg, you kin bet he allus wins.” Dick did not think it necessary to argue this point. ‘* Does he always come here?” ‘¢'Yes, ’most alPus,” So entering. the saloon, they bought cigars, and passed up the stairway to the next floor, into the pool-room, The principal things to be seen were eagerly- watched blackboards and the heterogeneous ¢lass of sporting-men who frequent these places. Rank cigar smoke was uncomfortably preva- lent, and, even in cold weather, the atmosphere was hot and oppressive. “Now,” continued Billy, ‘‘you just take a tip from me. I didn’t bring you here merely ter find that feller. This is Guttenburg day. You kin make some money fer both of us!” ‘* What horse?” “Let me look over the board,” and with the eye of a connoisseur, Billy looked over the record, ‘*Put a hundred on Ban Ban, first, and East- lake, second! If they don’t win, Pll give you back your money.” ; ““Why don’t you back them if you feel so sure?” “Tm going to—after you.” - ‘* What makes you think they are to be win- ners?” “Cause, Handsome Hal all’us backs ’em, and’ has backed ’em to-day, “* How do you know? iy “T guess,. I’m a sort o’ prophet, Dick, Try me. this..once, and, if1fail-ve, give-meekick an’ have nothin’ more to do with me. You kin lose a couple hundred an’ not feel it, can’t ye?” ‘¢ Well, I’m not inclined to venture where loss is more than half certain; still, Pl run the risk. Here’s the money; put 1t on your favorite horse. Billy took the money and disappeared among’ the aS ’ The odds were thirty to one against Ban Ban, for first. If Ban Ban won, Dick would receive a big sum of money. Eastlake, even money. The excitement waxed hot, The race was about to begin, and the crowd in the room became larger and Jarger. Billy returned with the tickets, “ Youre goin’ to be a winner, sure as blazes!” he declared. “How do you know? You're not a horse- man,” “ But, Mr. Dick, I know a lot about ’em. If you put another hundred on Ban Ban it will win while we are workin’ up this other case.” Dick reflected for a momert, He was beginning to have more confidence in his boy detective. “ Aave Hal?” you bet!” , at’ one on Eastlake.” ; “How long before the returns will be in?” “Off, at Guttenburg!” sheuted the marker, Then followed an interval of suspense. “* Ban Ban ahead!” yelled the marker. Billy sprung to bis feet. He was greatly excited. ‘A hundred on Eastlake!” shouted a bettor, “Pll take that bet!” Dick cried. But, he was not taken; the previous speaker weakened, Ban Ban won! ce And Dick’s second horse secured a “ place.” There, inside of a few minutes, had the West- ern man won a comfortable sum of money through the agency of the ex-gamin, “Didn't I tell yer!” the boy ejaculated, after the detective had cashed his ticket. “ You're right, Billy. But, where is our game, pray? He has disappeared.” Billy laughed. you seen the man you call Handsome- He’s put two hundred on Ban Ban, — ct
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ee a : ai hve \ * Ye 4 eee" Eee ie f a ne et ae “ioe “Qe hr <2 3 pm pl - -- ' Se Pe Te a CEE Deadwood Dick, Jr., After the Queer. “You're purty cute,” he allowed, ‘ but you need not be afraid that Hai will leave. But, here goes Eolian and Kingfish—ten to one. Quick! give me the same as before!” Dick did so, and Billy’s judgment was again right. Eolian came in nearly two lengths ahead, with Kingfish second—both winners! “ Why, boy, you have made me a pocketful of money!” ‘Holler me, an’ you'll wear diamonds!” was the rejoinder; “fer I’m the kid as kin give out the ‘tips’ to you, boss,” It was raining at Guttenburg, and the betting was getting rather slow. The next race, outside of non-favorites, was between ‘‘ Aurelia B,” and Mayfield. Both were young on the course, and great interest was manifested; hence the betting was lively again. But Dick’s attention suddenly became di- verted from this interest in the races, for he was approached by the alleged Mr. Jimmy Penn. ‘Here weare again!” Penn junior saluted, ‘ What have you done with my old man?” ‘* He is at home,” Dick coldly replied. You're around for fun, aren’t you? I am.” “For fun of that mild and honest order which, I know, must be natural to Peter Penn’s son!” Young Penn scowled wrathbfully, “ What d’ye mean?” he demanded, “ Well, Mr. Penn, I reckon you and I had better say so-long and quit company.” ‘6 Why so?” ( ‘‘ You may be a model young man, but I don’t believe you’re ojd Peter’s son, and I do believe you are a fraud from the word go, As T don’t fancy frauds, I will bid you good-day. But, you had better keep an eve on your doings, The first you know you will find yourself down in durance vile, where you rightfully belong!” ‘Mr, Whoever-you-are, you're an insulting uppy!” cried Penn junior; “and now Til either lick you, or you will do the act to me. We don’t take this sort of talk in New York,” Handsome Hal put up bis hands in a very scientific way, and seemed prepared to “ sail in” on his enemy, but Deadwood Dick regarded him scornfully. ‘* You are a fool, and a very feeble sort of a fool.at that.” “See. here, do .you. want. me to knock you through that wall?” blustered Jimmy. ‘* Anything to oblige vou, but make sure that you can land your fish before you hook him. Iam on to you, Mister Handsome Hal,” Penn junior wavered; his gaze fell. He no longer evinced a craving for pugilistic exercise, ‘*[ don’t catch on at all,” he declared, ‘* but, as you are my old dad’s frieud we won’t quar- rel, and, as I am in a hurry, I’llJeave you now,” which he did—vanishing at once. Billy Bucket came to the detective’s side, . ** Ye didn’t nab him, boss?” “No; I’m not hired for that job, When Peter Penn comes down from his high horse, and asks for my aid, he can have it, At present, my business is to do the job for which I was summoned to New York.” “ An’ I kin sit ye, sure! I’ve been makin’ inquiries, an’ reckon I kin show ye Sawdust a yout it will take ye to a mighty tough place. ‘No matter; we’jl go. Take me when you please!” - —_—_—_ — CHAPTER VIII, A PERPLEXED PETER. Mr, Penn awoke with a feeling that some- thing was wrong. The head which he carried on his shoulders did not seem to belong to him, There was a painful ache in that region, and the head, itself, appeared to be of abnormal, size, He soon found that this was not his only trouble, s. Penn had been watching his slumber with ominous patience, and she now had an in- ning. She bad a distinct opinion of liquor, and of men who indulge in strong beverages, and she gave her views to Peter in terms which soon caused him to flee from the hotel. Once outside, he soon bad an idea, He had been rewrees. the city papers, and had been im- pressed by the advertisement of a certain wo- man who caljledyherself ‘‘ Madam Zara, Gypsy fortune-teller and clairvoyant.” “Tl just hey my fortune told, and then [’ll know if my son is my son, or not my son, be wisy _ gosh!” was the credulous old granger’s ae- ais 4 eae ef =” ; lA NS ekg ae a {see him, but it will cost you a little sum of Mme. Zara was not in when he arrived, so he had to wait. Presently she entered, attired so attractively that the old Kansan was quite captivated. She greeted him promptly, **Ah! how do you do? I had an impression you were coming.” ** ‘You had?” ** Certainly. You have been in my mind for over seven days.” ‘*Go away! How do you know who I be?” ‘* ‘Your name is Peter Penn!” Peter’s face expressed his astonishment, ‘* Maybe ye kin tell niore?’ he suggested, after a pause. ** You are just sixty years of age!” Mr. Penn was amazed, ‘You are a witch!” he declared, “fT am one to whom is given unusual and wonderful powers,” Zara returned impressively, yet with a manner sufficiently gracious to please him, ‘' All things are known, or may be known, tome, Now, you want me to tell you what be- came of your son, who disappeared from you some years ago?” “ Yes, that’s so,” “Well, he is a prisoner at Sing Sing. He was arrested for forgery, and sent up for five years,” ‘* You are wrong now, dead sure.” ‘* No, I tell you the truth.” ‘Why, darn it! I’ve seen my son within the last few hours!” the old fellow declared, with a show of anger. ‘*'You have not. The fellow who claims to be your son is a scoundrel—depend on that. He is working in collusion with others,’ Your real son is up the river.” ** Well, the detective told me I was bein’ play- ed for a fiddle, but I didn’t b’’eve him; durned ef Ldid! LIreckoned I was right, but it appears I’m wrong.” ‘** You surely are,” ‘“* Old man Penn seldom gets left,” murmured that person, ‘‘ but et seems he has this trip! I s’pose Dye r’iled the detective, and there’ll be no use of apologizin’!” These words were murmured audibly. ‘You had better keep your friends, when you have any, sir,” Zara advised, ‘‘ The people of our, or any other city, have but little sym- perny for other people’s sufferings, Mounte- anks, thieves, and swindlers get the boodle, and I stand between them and’ the honest citi- zens as a protector, I have on my list of ap- plicants for information, some of the wealthi- est and most fashionable people in New York,” ‘* Ye don’t say so!” “Tdo. And now Pll tell you what I'll do, You want to see your boy#out of jail, no doubt, I have great infiuence,” ** And you can get him out?” *T can. Within forty-eight hours you can money.” “* How much?” ** One hundred dollars.” **So much? Darn my socks, ef you New Yorkers ain’t allers squealin’ fur money, Dye think we men of S$ are made of money?” ** No, You're corn-fed, with a sprinkling of distillery mash,” laughed the beautiful Gypsy. ‘* You Western men are able to stand corn diet. Ah! a ring at my bell. / Another customer! You must make your decision at once, sir. Business is busine-s, you know.” ** One hundred dollars?” ‘¢ That’s the price.” Poor Penn! The Kansas farm was gone, never to return, and the money was going at an alarming pace, too. Suddenly a bright thought struck bim,’ Like most Western men, he delighttd in a horse-race, and really was noted among his fel- lew-farmers as a judge of horses, Why could he not make a stake on the t races, of which everybody around the botsl wire then talking? Why might not the Gypsy be able te put him on to something good? She cer- tainly ought to be able to do so, ‘* Tell you what I'll do,” he said. ‘If you're such a wonder, give me three horses—sure to win—at Clifton.” : What do J get, pray, for such information?” Half the money; an’ you’re to produce my son from Sing Sing if you get the boodle,” ‘* Tt’s a bargain.” ‘* Very well, What horses aire ye goin’ to give me” ** Ossipee, first; Ten Booker, third—or, a possible second.” ‘** And ef I bet on ’em, I win?” “Yes, Puta hundred on each horse, or on the first two, and I'll guarantee you will win, second; Palatka, If you like, I will place the money. In fact, L think it would be most advisable to let me do so, as [ know all the bookmakers,” ‘* Well, goahead; but, mind, if ye don’t win, there will be war in New York. How much money d’ye want?” ‘* Five hundred,” ‘* Not mucb! I ain’t goin’ to be roped in for a tune like that! Jee-whiz! What do ye take me fer, anyhow?” ** A gentleman farmer from Kansas,” was the reply. Peter Penn stared in fresh wonder. ‘* How'd you know I come from Kansas?” he demanded, ‘*t Because I know! How dol know the many wonderful things that I bring to light?” ** How much do I owe you?” Penn demanded, in disgust, ‘* Are you not going to invest in the races?” “oe Nix 1”? / j ‘* Well— Ah! a ring at the door, and I know it so well.” And Zara glided into the hall. Mr. Penn looked after her doubtfully. ‘* Darned fine lookin’ gal!—but as treacherous as a tigress, or the pind. Reckon when T find that Bristol, ag’in, ’ll introduce him. Dunno as Bristol an’ J will get on together now, tho’, Darn it, the more I think the matter over, the make et occurs ter me ’ve made a fool .o’ my- self. Peter shook his head gravely. ‘*T ain’t sure that [ve been lIfvin’ as Parson Jones would hev me, sense I come ter New York. Ef my good wife is ter be believed—an’ she is—I’ve drinked more liquor than a whole outfit o’ cowboys could stand, I didn’t think a Penn would do it,” Zara returned, and he at once rose from the chair, ** Tm off!” he announced. ‘““What!—can’t we trade?’ the Gypsy de- manded, ‘Not a trade, ter-day, You're mighty cun- nin’, I admit, but, ’ve got ter have time ter see how ye do it. I may come back, but I don’t scatter any more money jest now,” __ Very well,” Zara pleasantly returned ; ‘‘ but, if you see fit to call again, you will be wel- come,” Theu Peter left the house. CHAPTER IX, A ELY RACKET FOR ALL HANDS, Drapwoop Dick and Billy Bucket had sup- per together, while waiting for the Proper hour to search for Sawdust Sam. Billy had quietly questioned well-informed arties while in the pool-room, and was sure that he had the clew, at last. ““Course he may not be in,” the youth re- marked, ‘‘ but I know his ways now.” ‘* Where are we to look?” Dick inquired, ‘*Twenty-seventh street. You know ’ what that region is, boss.” The detective knew very well, in a general bout way. It was the general stamping-ground for the colored population, the same as Mott street was for the heathen Chinee, There, in numerous laces,policy reigned supreme, while the red-and- Black game also flourished. Confidence-men and horse-touts were common, and bunco-steer- ers prospered, But, above all, the negro held high carnival. It was through the agency of one of the sable gentlemen that Billy Bucket hoped to gain en- trance to a celebrated resort. ‘““ Et is known as ‘ Maud,’” Billy’ explained, Ye see only a cigar-store, first sigbt, but back o’ that ig Maud’s money-bank, as I may say, I’m told that. Maud is, really, Sawdust Sam’s wife, though he goes there same’s a common acquaintance, Him an’sbe is both as bad as you kin find.” ** And she keeps a policy-den?” ‘She does, hen you see the cigar store, an’ the little, dark room back of it, *twon’t seem no. great shakes; but there’s a big room back of all, an’ all sorts 0’ folks goes there.” ‘‘ Ts our guide a good man to have along?” “He ought ter be, fur his name is Washing- ton, with the prefix o’ Abijab. Recken he’s all right.” ‘upper finished, Dick and Billy had cigars, and then, at the p oper time, they went to meet. their guide at a point previously settled by Bucket. ee, rs For he consideration of a dollar; Mr. Abijab Bi eth eonsented to show the detectives around,
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CR Rn MET ante Abijab was a well-posted young man. He knew all the “‘shady” places from the Battery to Harlem, ; The trio at once went to ‘* Maud’s,” . \It appeared that Mr. Washington was well known there, for, at a certain sigual, he was Se alia admitted, accompanied by Dick a uly, Passing through the cigar store and then the dark room, they next entered a large room that looked out upon a rear court, Here they found a motley assemblage, There were at least twenty persons in the place, the majority of whom were colored, In the center of the apartment was a long table, marked out for ‘‘red-and-black,” This was surrounded by a group of the game’s de- votees. At oue side was a desk, where policy was dis- pensed. Dick and Abijah looked on for a few min- utes, Then the latter wistfully remarked; ‘*T'rn dead bu’sted, boss, but Sam Slater hab put ten on de red, an’ so hab ’Lige Wilson, an’ dey am mos’ all’us shore to win. Gib me twenty, an’ divide de profits, Shore to win, sah—sar- t’in sure!” ‘* Where is Slater?” “That feller wid de silk hat, lucky—he is!” Dick scarcely heard the last words; he had eyes and thoughts for Sawdust Sam only. He saw a well-dressed, dashing, but rakish man of a little over thirty, This person, then, was his game—the man to be “‘shadowed.” Slater was absorbed in the playing, so, as Abijah had put hee onto the game, he concluded to try his uck, He put twenty on the red, and won. “There! I tol’ you!’ exclaimed the guide, “‘T knew it would win. Try de black, next.” Dick did so, and it won him a nice pot, The game was going along swimmingly, and, of course, as the house was getting a good per- centage out of each pot, they were not inclined to kick very much at his luck. Miss, or Mrs. Maud, who was dealing, was in i spirits, hile Dick was making money, she was do- ing the same, to her satisfaction, “You are most fortunate, monsieur,” she said, with a decided French accent. ‘‘Isn’t he, Sam?’ And she turned an appealing glance upon Slater. . ‘** Marvelously so,” M He’s allus r, Slater agreed, absent- y. As he hardly looked at Dick, it was evident he had no suspicion of danger, near or remote, ‘**Pick a quarrel with him, boss,” Billy softly aopmceten . ‘* Not by any means; that is just what I wish to avoid. I have no proof, at present, against Sam, and can only shadow him successfully by having him remain practically oblivious of me. Go light, boy, now.’ ‘* Jest as ye say, boss,” Dick did not see fit to further stake any great amount of money, but stepped back and watch- = the others, He was particularly watching slater. Ten minutes later he was surprised to ses Mr, Peter Penn appear at Maud’s elbow, escorted by a rakish-appearing stranger, “Gimme a chance!” requested Penn, loudly. PL to accommodate yon,” replied Maud, smiling. “‘T need a few thousand dollars, an’ here is where I'll git it!” assérted the granger. He thrust his hand into bis pocket, but Dead- wood Dick quickly stepped forward. ** No, you won’t, sir!” ke declared. ‘*I see you are again in the toils, but T'll save you, in spite of yourself,” * What's that?” shouted Sam, furiously, “ This ignorant old man can’t play your game. Penn, unless you wish to lose your last dollar, go home!” ' This seemed to r’ile Mr, Slater. _ **¥éu miserable sneak!” he cried, ‘* now you git! We've no use for you!” “But I have use for you, unless you Jet this old man alone. I am taking care of him, In- terfere at your peril!” ** See hyer!” cried Abijah Wasbington; ‘ you know ‘ne, Slater, don’t you?” ‘“* Well, I don’t know any good of you.” ** Well, let me tell you ove thing. You'd bet- ter keep on de right ob yer bizness, or you'll hab to move outob dis yar neighborhood, Dis gen- tleman kin jes’ scoop you in hke a pig can git outside ob swill, so you best not git a swetled head,” **You black rascal!” That was enough for Abijab, Chock-full of wrath he ‘went for” Sawdust with clinched fists, Sam’s friends joined in, and so did Abijah’s, Nor did Deadwood Dick or Billy hesitate, | way. They were in the midst of the affray in a min-| He had opened a private office on Sixth ute. Peter Penn hardly realized it at the time, | avenue, and hung out this ‘‘ shingle:” but .was conscious afterward that he did his | : “ RICHARD M. BRISTOL, share, | All Kinds of Detective Work Piomp ly Attended To.” And they soon won, for Sam SJater made his escape through a window into the rear court | and vanished, No attempt was made to follow him, He knew so many coverts in the neighbor- hood it would have been next to impossible to have followed him, even had they so desired, Maud, also, during the excitement, had taken a-quiet skip, but where, no one seemed to know, There was a sideboard in the room, stocked with liquors, and of these the patrons of the es- | tablishment proceeded to ‘ take stock.” | He had notified Mr. Penn of his new enter- prise, and so to this private office the farmer chanced to come soon after Dick’s return. ** Sit down, Mr. Penn; I will be with you in a few minutes, [Ive another case on hand, just now. How is Mrs. Penn?” * Poorly. This ‘ere delay is prostratin’ her,” Peter replied gravely. Dick finished up his examination of the papers before him, and then turned to Penn again, ‘** Well, have you anything new to report, Mr. Penn,’ . “No; [ haven’t! Have you?” ‘*T am sorry to say L bave not, except that I have proved to my satisfaction that the man who claimed to be your son, is not such, He is a scoundrel, and a member of Sawdust Sam’s gang.” ‘* Are ye sure?” the farmer asked anxiously. ‘* Positive.” ‘¢ Then, by gosh! the Gypsy was right!” “What Gypsy?” vara,” ‘Oh! the fortune-teller?” ‘“‘That’s the one.” * ‘So you have been there?” The affair figuratively paralyzed Mr. Penn. “Pye been nigh worked for a sucker,” he groaned, ‘*But saved from being worked Jonger,” re- sponded Dick, ‘‘and, perhaps, you will be more ready now to take my advice.” ‘*Lreckon so, Ef I had taken your advice from the start, ’d be money in pocket now,” ‘Deed you would,” added Abijah. “ Dis isn’t no place fo’a man who don’t know the ropes, an’ ef you'll take my advice, we wil] dust. Dem puck niggers am gittin’ full, an’ while I ain’t no coward, I don’t like dat razor act; an’ you kin bet there'll be razors flyin’ in de air here, d’reckly! It would not do to neglect the advice of one so “Yes!” well informed, and they quickly made their “Well, whatdid she have to tell you, Mr. way to the street. Penn!” ' “She said my son was at Sing Sing for for- gery, and she was the only one that could get him free,” ‘* T suppose she wanted a fee, to do this?” ““'Yes—a hundred dollars!” ‘* And, I suppose also, that you gave it?” ‘Well, I kicked; butI finally went back and gave it to her.” ‘Pll bet that’s another hundred dollars gone to waste, If you throw away your money in that style, Mr. Penn, you and your wife will soon need public support. Fortune-tellers, elairvovants, and the like, are all humbugs,” ‘* Mebhe,....Buty.-howdid .she-know. so-amuch about me? She k as well as [ knew it myself. She at once called the man who had presented himself as my son, an impostor. She was sure my son was in prison. Now, how do ye figger that out?” “*T don’t take any stock in this sort of busi- ness,” Dick returned, ‘‘ but I must confess that we ought to neglect no chance.” ‘““ What sticks me is, how the woman should know so much about me /” ‘* Mighty ey place that!” affirmed Billy, with an air of relief, ‘*{ didn’t ketch on at first,” sheepishly ex- plained Penn. ‘**Your companion caught on,” Dick returned, impatiently. ‘‘ Who was he?” “Don’t know—met birm over on Broadway.” ‘“Mr. Penn, if you want a dollar of your money left, you will at once quit taking up with strangers.” **7"ll do it!” the man from Kansas asserted, ‘‘ Ef I don’t, you may put me in a lunatic asylum, by gosh!” CHAPTER X. ’ DICK TRIES HIS LUCK. A COUPLE of days later Dick arrested three bunco men on Broadway, whom he had craftily shadowed, in the general pursuit of Sam Slater, and when he reported to Inspector Byrnes, he received high compliments for his work, for the chief was put in the best of humor by news of the important arrest, “ Bristol, you are doing good work!” the in- spector declared, ‘‘ Why, I have not a man on ‘** How came you to visit her?” my force who can tovc) you, Youneverseem; ‘Out o’ curiosity. I once sold a cow fer to sleep,” double price through adyice of a fortune- teller.” * Well, I reckon you got sold worse than the cow did, this trip,” Dick laughed. ‘‘ However, I will see this Zara, myself.” | **f wish ye would, Mr. Bristol.” “Dil attend to it at once; I have some curiosi- ty to see the woman.” After Mr, Penn took his departure, Dick made preparations for bis visit, He bad read Zara’s advertisement in the paper, and imagined he knew what she looked like—an old hag with a hooked nose, and generally uncanny appear- ance, He was surprised, when he was ushered into Zara’s parlor, to meét'so Comely a woman. | ‘*Madam Zara, I believe?” Dick questioned politely. ‘“* Yes, sir!” * You claim to be a clairvoyant?” ‘Tam one. If you doubt my powers, | in- vite you to put them to the test. I am alsoa mind-reader, and know who you are, and what your object was, in coming here.” ‘Nonsense! What is my name? if youcan ” 1, “‘ Richard Mayhew Bristol!” The woman was beginning well. Either she had unusual powers, or she had seen him be- fore. “Why did I come here?” “With an object. You are a detective, but have come like a private citizen in another’s in- terest.” “Thank -you for your compliment, Mr. Byrnes, but you have men on your force who . far excel me in detective work.” “IT don’t know about that. We have some clever men—cleverest in any section of the country; but, if I do say so, you can lead them. You have hauled in a crowd that my own force have not been able to secure, or even to spot.” “T have yet to nab Sam Slater.” ** Any news of him?” ‘*No. He is lying very low just at present.” “You will get him, and the evidence neces- sary to fix him, in due time. I feel sure of that.” ‘**Tam anxious to do so, man called Handsome Hal?” “ Yes, He is around with Sam at times, and _can be set down as one of the gang.” ** Do you know his real name?” “Yes; it is Harry Doyle.” ** Are you sure?” “ T don’t think there is room to doubt, though it eee not be easy to prove the fact.”,, **T am likely to havearod for Hal’s Lack, later.” ; -. Dick had not seen any of the Penns for three days. To avoid paying hotel prices the old farmer had secured cheaper quarters, but the alleged Jimmy had not visited the house at last accounts, | Plainly, Dick thought, he was afraid to meet the gaze of Mrs, Penn. n the detective saw Peter last, there bad , : been a hesitation in his refereuces to bis alleged | ‘* In whose interest did I come?” son which spoke plainly. The young man’s re-| ‘* That of Peter Penn, of Kansas, Mr. Penn ted excuses to avoid meeting Mrs. Penn, bad | is the vietim of confidence-men and_bunco- egun to grow suspicious even toa credulous | steerers, He came here to inquire concerning the i Do you know of a / mind, whereabouts of his son—otherwise, to get clair- 4 ‘ Lal se by , Br agent % he ate tp Yate : Pig ‘ ¥ if Yr + SRE y ’ . igs Tan A" rt , a ace i “y ; ‘ ooo ee ALS Ah CO OR as Te A area ee ae beet ™ e TT il gate Sa SaaS So RE — new my pedigree nigh about | % Vv a § ' , / ’ a i} Vins Ping ve - on ~~." ~
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ae _ ae Deadwood Dick, Jr., After the Queer. yvoyant revelations. I did not have to go into atrance. 1 located his son in a minute.” *“ At Sing Sing?” *Yes; **T presume, since you are so clever, you can guess at the number of bis cell?” ‘Yes, I can.” ‘Phen name it!” ‘‘ or my price, Mr. Bristol, I will.” ** And what is your price?” ‘* Wifty dollars!” “You willnot getit from’ me! Ill not be worked for aninnocent. If you choose to tell me, as you Claim you can, I will give you ten dollars.” ‘* Very well. T will investigate the matter. company me to the prison?” é et haven’t the time,” “Very well. If I find young Penn there, I will return and give you your money,” Mme, Zara laugbed scornfully. “IT thought so!” sbe declared, ‘* You were trying to gain information for nothing. But, sir, Zara was too smart for you. A Gypsy for shrewdness! When you advance the money I will take you into the presence of Mr. Penn junior, but not before. ou have your choice —Jimmy Penn can be found atacost of ten dollars, Do you want to pay that price for him?” ; Dick deliberated a few minutes, during which Zara watched him like a hawk. She knew he doubted her; she, by some man- ner of means, knew that he wasa detective; and now, after all ber coolness, she began to fear him asonly sucha woman can fear her superiors, But, with the cunning of her race, she still clung on with desperation, If Deadwood Dick yielded, she would win; if not, she lost—mayhap more than the money, ‘Pye aproposition to make. IfI pay you double the price you ask, will you go with me te the prison and point out Jimmy Penn?” was Dick’s demand, ae No !? “Why not?” ‘**T have good reasons,” ** You dare not tell them!” ** Maybe not. At any rate, I do not propose to, You can, accordingly, do as you seo fit,” ‘*T shall see fit to act without you, madame!” was the detective’s prompt rejdinder, and he at once took his leave, ' The cell is Number Sixteen!” Will you ac- CHAPTER XI. AN OBSTINATE PENN IN SING SING. On his arrival at his office, the detective ee en there, bright as a button, “We i Ow are ue siieletotty aed you feeling?” Dick ‘Like a lord! D’ve sold out my saloon, stick and chain, and am a different kid, ‘That's good, ain’t it?” kg Yes, first rate.” “Then, too, ve made a discovery,” Billy ded, “Yes? Well, in what direction” ‘*T reckon [ know where old Penn’s son is,” ‘ ; Ter 4 Where?” h! show ye, ef ye will come with me, Ef I ain’t off my base, this chap aire "the feller.” Here Billy produced an extract from a news- paper, It read as follows: *The case of James Penn was to-day definitely settled, ani he will sojourn at Sing Sing for two six monts to come. That the sentence ~to-hisreeent employers’ inter- cessions, and hig previous good character while with them. He declined to tell anything of his early life, and seemed overwhelmed by the sentence,"" ‘*Where did you get this, Billy?’ demanded ick, “Out of an old paper which I happened to pick up. D’ye think it is the same chap?” “Tt looks that way. We will soon find out, rene) we will try Inspector Byrnes.” Tage Police Headquarters they went. ir. Byrnes was in, urbane, ferret-eyed and genial as ever, ’ , Ah! Mr, Bristol, are was his cheerful greeting. ; Syou see, I’m in want of information, and Tinfer that you take pleasure in giving it bo er pttions minds.” ¢ sion?” all means. Well, what is your mis- want to he a certain Jamés Pe it is claimed, has boon sent to Sing Sing? e The inspector reflected a moment. * Yes; he is there,” You around again?” Ti cy For forgery» - ‘ te 7 4.” my 4 ‘ ¥ yee ; A : nd on * PON: Aare ae ref) oak Oy raed BO ba a “That was what he was convicted of, I be- lieve.” " I want a pass to see him, Can you arrange it? ‘*T think so,” the inspector replied. He then referred toa book. “That is correct, He was sent there, and is there at the present time,” “Do you know, sir, what his antecedents were?” ‘No. He refused to give them when on trial, according to this record, and [ have no other means of knowing.” ‘**T would like to see and talk with him,” **'You shall.” Turning to his desk, the chief. wrote rapidly for a few moments, and then handed the paper to Dick, ‘¢ This pass will admit you,” he remarked, Deadwood Dick extended his ehanks, and then left the place, ‘* Billy,” the detective said, addressing his boy ally, ‘lam off for Sing Sing, to see this other Penn.” ~** May I go too?” “Tf you wish,” So to Sing Sing they went. Once there Dick showed his pass to the keeper, who at once in- vited him in with marked courtesy. ‘Let me see your badge, Mr, Bristol. represented, you are welcome,” Dick exposed his Government detective badge, “Correct, You want to see young Penn?” “Tf he is bere.’ ‘**Oh! he’s here fast enough!” ‘* How is he as a prisoner?” “One of our best. He gives us no trouble whatever,” ‘**T would like {o see him,’ So Dick was conducted to the young man’s cell, and admitted, The prisoner certainly did resemble the man who had presented himself as Penn, Junior, in New York; but whether he was of Peter's line was not yet settled. There was scarcely a no- ticeable difference, except the prison clothes, between the two Jimmys, ‘* This is the man?” the keeper said. ‘Are you James Penn?” Dick asked, Bo ** Son of Peter Penn?” ‘*'Yes, sir!” ** Would you like to see some of your family?” ‘*No, sir; not in this fix,” was the quick re- lf as ys ‘** Jimmy Penn, are you guilty?” The unfortunate young man shook his head, ‘No; I am not! I hada good position, but my great greed for money got the bitter of my judgment, and [ went to betting—on races, poker, faro—everything!” ‘* Not a wise thing to do,” ‘*T invested in all the open-and-shut games in the city, and bere you find me!” ** Who put you here, Mr, Penn?” Young Penn was not at first inclined to say. His prison experience seemed to have sharpened Me Did doa f , id you ever do a forgery?’ a Menke. in my life,” acd ‘* Did you ever commit crime of any kind?” ‘ Never! I defy you to prove that I am even a confederate of any crook inthe country. True it is, I was convicted, but it was a false charge, and a most unjust conviction.” ‘* Your time is short here,” The prisoner smiled bitterly, ‘** Plainly, you were never in such a fix.” “Tf you had friends, could not your innocence beestablished, even now?” ** No; the chain of evidence was too strong. It would have ruined any one, But I was inno- cent!” ‘Well, I am sorry for you, and hope to help you, Keep up good spirits, Until I see your father, I can give you no better satisfaction,” Penn started abruptly, : “My father?” be exclaimed. ‘ Whatdo you mean? My father is dead!” ‘*'You said you were the son of Peter Penn.” “I am,” z bs he live in st ge ” oO matter;”’ and the prisoner look Deadwood Dick suspiciously” Mae “Young man, you can trust me freely, If you are the James Penn I want to find, prove | the fact.” ‘I know your game!” cried the prisoner, to Dick. ‘' You want to trap me, but not a word will I say.” ‘Very well, Mr, Penn. While I might be able to help you out, you don’t seem inclined to be helped.” ‘*No; Idonot, I was convicted on a false ——— charge, and I am not the man to be used now, I'll die first.” ‘* There is no further use of talking with you, then?” ** None!” ‘* You don’t want to see your father?” “ No ” ‘Nor your mother?” ‘ No!” ‘*Do you have any friends whom I can see?” “ No!” There was a dogged, sullen manner about the prisoner which showed him very set in his way, Thoroughly disgusted, Dick turned and left the cell, ‘“ Well, what d’ye make of him?” asked the keeper. ‘* Give it up.” ‘* Penn, or not?” ‘* Penn, yes; but an obstinate one, Whether he is the particular Penn whom I want, I can’t » “Think he is guilty?” **T do not, on the whole,” ** Are you his friend?” ‘“*No more than yours; I never saw him be- fore.” Then the detective and pard took the oppor- tunity to discuss the situation. ‘* Ye won't git nothin’ out o’ that feller!” Billy declared. ‘* Looks so, sure,” ‘¢ He’s stubborn as a mule,” ** Do you see any likeness to Peter Penn?” ‘*No, Don’t b’lieve his dad, Peter, is the Peter we know. The feller seems savage as a meat-ax, too,” ‘¢ Prison life has done it—with a touch of in- justice linked in, perhaps, 1 believe he is inno- cent. Old Penn must see him,” So back to New York they went, only to have an encuunter in the depot. Billy suddenly caught Dick’s arm. ‘* Sawdust Sam!” he exclaimed. The detective looked and’ beheld the man; but Mr, Slater got in motion immediately, and made for the street, : ‘** After him!” cried Dick to Billy. But nimble as was the gamin, the crook got away among the crowd and out of the depot. After all, there was no great loss, and they let him go, They could have done no more than trace him to his den. Dick went home aud went to ted, and made out a goud night's oe He expected Peter Penn at his office, the following day, and he was not disappointed, Peter appeared, but did not look very frankly in Dick’s face, ‘* Mr, Penn,” the detective announced, ‘ I’ve been to Sing Sing on business concerning the James Penn there.” Peter moved uneasily, ‘* Hope ye had good luck?” ‘© He is rather a puzzler.” ‘* You have seen him then?” ; res, but he was as contrary as a hog on ice. ; ‘* Did he claim to be my son?” ** Yes, but he didn’t want to see you, he said, I guess he feels sore about something relating to the past.” ‘© T don’t believe he is my son. I allow that the other feller is,” and Penn looked somewhat embarrassed, | “ Have you seen him lately?” Dick coolly asked, ‘* Yes, this morning. We met at the Hoff- man House, and I gave him some money to in- vest for me on the races atClifton, He wonfor me yesterday.” Deadwood Dick heard this without surprise, for tbe old man’s downcast look bad previously told a good deal. He quietly replied: ‘¢ Let’s see the color of the money, I'll bet it's the bogus stuff again " ** Not much, et ain’t, I've passed several of the bills already, and no one kicks about ’em, Even ef the money ain’t square, et passes fer the genuine, Here’s one o’ the bills. Look at et ef ye like. You'llfindet Al, s Dick took the note, and examined it min- utely. ’ He was something of an expert in the line of detecting bogus money, and concluded that this particular bill was good, ' ? ‘* Well, what’s yer jedgment?” Mr. Penn in- quired in triumph, ‘‘ Ain’t et all right?” | “Tt appears so, How much money did ifn give this chap to invest for you on the races?” ‘““Two hundred dollars, He said he bad a- ‘cinch,’ and 1 might just as well make two thou- sand as not,” . ‘Yes, I suppose so, Well, I hope you will / Mey Pin ‘ . LS a Ps ‘ re “My ; ' Oi. Fa a fe SE NSO ee . H) ¥ ted 3 r? . = SS pes a a serrata ~ WS. thes
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2 . J "al 7 _——- v) - 4 i ret - fe aia Bil aan iS ee es 10 eadwood Dick, Jr., After the Queer. wiu, but I have my doubts about it! If Mr. Alleged Penn wins, he will most likely pay you off in the crooked stuff like Reed gave you once before, They are pals.” ‘* T don’t think he will, Reed must havemade a mistake anyhow.” ** Well, look out for yourself; I wouldn’t like to take your chances, However, you are your own boss. If you will gamble, you mustn’t kick if you get skinned. Those fellows are a lot of sbarpers. Of that I have abundant roof,” Thus the interview terminated. CHAPTER XII. THE DETECTIVE HAS AN OFFER, THE history of the following weok may be yiven in few words, Deadwood Dick, Jr., con- fined his efforts exclusively to the case with which the inspector had made him acquainted after hisarrival in New York, and the result was satisfactory, There was actually a surfeit of swindlers— ** sawdust men, bunco-steerers and the like— on the police list of prisoners, and all had been put there by the Western detective prince, His success was phenomenal, for his captures includ2d many of the best-known and most dan- gerous ‘‘ crooks in the metropolis, The regular detectives viewed him with mixed envy and admiration, which was not without a measure of awe, During all this time Bristol did not see Peter Penn. He had labored with the old man, and bestowed warnings and good advice upon him, but all to no purpose, Seeing that he was deaf to reason, Dick simply stepped back and let the misguided old granger travel along his crooked way. Dick, however, expected to see him again when he was well plucked. Once, during the week, Billy Bucket chanced upon the old man from Kansas, Penn had spoken with considerable caution, or had tried to, but the pertinacious boy bad learned all be wished. The last sum of money invested on the races by Peter had been a dead loss, His alleged son —according to the latter’s statement—had put it on the wrong horse, and it had gone to join the senior Penn’s other vanished dollars, Despite this, the Kansan had not been wholly cleaned out. He had some reason left, and, on the whole, had not done badly for one laboring under such a delusion. As for “Jimmy,” he still avoided meeting Mrs, Penn, and was supposed to be out of town a good deal. He saw Peter only by happening up- on the latter about town, and, at each meeting, he bled the farmer for a few additional dollars, Penn’s credulity was surprising. On the seventh day after his last call at Dead- wood Dick’s office the latter arrested a celebrated ‘sawdust ” operator and landed him at Police Headquarters. He was also able to assure the inspector that, in a short time, he expected to have Sam Slater in the toils. The latter was working a game, aud Dick only awaited its consummation to secure positive proof and arresi the shrewdest of all the crooks, . Leaving Headquarters, Bristol started up- town. He had nearly reached Washington Square when he heard a racket on a street run- ning at right angles with that he was traveling. Then around the corner came a maddened horse ty a cab attached, but with nodriver on the Ox. A woman’s cry sounded from the vehicle, Dick thought quickly, and acted in the same way. As the horse turned the corner the detective seized the rein and threw all his strength into the effort to check the frightened animal, The struggle was sharp, but brief; the horse re- ceived emphatic evidence that he was in the Tg of a master, and was brought to a stand- still. A patrolman hurried up and took him in charge, while Dick opened the cab door, The vebicle had one occupant only, but that one was no stranger to the rescuer. \ ** Zara!” he exclaimed, It was, indeed, the Gypsy fortune-teller! She was agitated, but a brief effort enabled her to recover self-possession, * ‘* So Lowe my life to you, Mr. Bristol?’ she returned, with a charming smile. “T interfered with your journey,” Dick ad- mitted, quietly. “You put it mildly, but all brave men are modest, Oh! how my heart does throb!” She pressed ber band to her bosom, but her appearance did not indicate any great disturb- ance there, ‘You will be well ina short time,” he re- plied. ““Tam afraid to continue my journey alone, for [am subject to heart trouble. May I—dare I ask you to sacrifice your interests, and see me safely home?” Dick was not deceived in the least, but it oc- curred to him that he could do worse than to go with her, Ona former occasion she had shown remarkable knowledge of him, As he was not a believer in any kind of humbug, it followed that she had some previous knowledge of him, Here was a possible chance to learn some- thing of value, hence he at once decided to go along. At this juncture the driver, who had been thrown from the box, came up, and he again took charge. Dick entered the cab, and the journey was resumed, Conversation was in a commonplace vein until the Gypsy’s apartment was reached, , Zara then smiled entrancingly upon her es- cort. ““T consider you the saver of my life, Mr. Bristol!” she declared, “ [ never did a better piece of work,” respond- ed the detective, with due gravity. ‘*A most fascinating lady remains to charm the world.” She gave him a tender glance. “Tf I only knew you were sincere!” she sighed. ** Ask any of your friends!” * aS friends! Iam almost without friends, some having proved false, and others being un- der a cloud.” She hesitated, and then suddenly asked: se Mr. Bristol, I am tempted to confide in u! ‘* T shall feel honored if you do.” ** Do you wonder how I happened to know so much about you when you called upon me at my office?” “You were well informed,” Dick acknowl- edged. “ ** How is Peter Penn getting on?” ‘* T have not seen him lately.” ‘* What about his son?” ‘* Perhaps you can tell—I can’t,” **T told old Penn that the claimant was no kin of his, and, if he had believed me, he would have been money in pocket, Yet, I was sorry for what I ssid in less than a day after 1 gave the facts away. The alleged Jimmy Penn is,, really, a gentleman known as Handsome Hal, and a friend of mine. When old Penn was. with me we were interrupted by a ring of the bell. I had another caller, and that caller was |. Hal.” ** Indeed !” “‘ { should rot have given Hal away had I not been piqued just then, and when we made up I was sorry for what I had said, All the same, Hal is no son of old Peter’s, nor is the man in Sing Sing, either.” ‘* Strikes me you are still on the give-away.” ‘* Hal has thrown up the sponge.’ ‘* After getting all of Penn’s money?” ““No; Sawdust Sam has played him false!” and Zara’s eyes flashed, ‘* Is he willing to tell all he knows?” ‘‘ He has left New York, He has been in with Slater, Reed and fhe rest, though not half so bad; but Slater has grown ugly, and it was to avoid trouble that Hal took a quiet skip. I am thinking of going to join him, but before I go, I have a debt to pay. Slater made New York too hot for Hal; I will now put Slater on the coals!” Zara’s eyes flashed vindictively, and Dead- wood Dick realized that he was on the road to discoveries, y) ‘* J shall be pleased to hear what youcan tell,” he returned, ‘You shall hear all, The real Jimmy Penn is in Slater’s bands!” ‘* Sure?” “Dead sure! Slater has worked the whole plot, and all the trouble is owing to him. Before Peter was lured East, his son was captured and imprisoned by Slater.” “Imprisoned where?” ““T am not sure where he is now, but I know where he was,” ‘** Where was that?” **Tn a den on Wooster street, known as ‘ Tip- ton’s.” I was never there, and know no more about it; but I think young Penn is stil] there. Now, I have told all {am aware of, and it de- pends on you to do the rest, Asadetective, you will know how.” Dick had watched Zara closely while she spoke, and was convinced that she told the truth, Her manner was frank and honest. He thanked her cordially, and prepared to go, ‘* Shall I see you again?” As the Gypsy asked this question, her gaze rested upon Bristol tenderly, He could not fail to read it, ‘Pll call around and report the result,” he promised, **Ah! but I am thinking of leaving New York.” ‘“To join Handsome Hal?” ‘* He bas invited me, but Iam tired of being an ally of crgoks. If an honest man should show a preference for me, [ would remain here. I re- alize tbat the wife of such a man must be hap- pier than a mere fortune-teller. To the kind of a man I have mentioned I would be faithful to the end!” The whole battery of her eyes was turned upon him, but Dick was not influenced. Hand- some and brilliant as she was, he knew that she , had been the associate of criminals. The less he had to do with her, the better. Assuming a light air, he made answer: ‘“ Why not reform Hal? There is some decent material in him; just reform the man, and you will get along rhe agg ’ Zara’s face clouded. She had a passing fancy for Dick, and was disappointed; but she was a woman whose heart was not of the kind to break, The detective bade her good-by in a way with which she could find no fault, and then took his departure, s Returning to his office he found a note from an old acquaintance, which read as follows: ‘‘Mr. Bristot:—I have changed my mind again. My son ain’t been seen in some days, and, as he wouldn’t never come nigh my wife, she says he ain't our son, I reckon she is right, and that ’'m a fool. Can I engage you to take charge of the whole business? Peter Penn.” Dick smiled sarcastically. ‘““After seeing Billy Bucket, I may call on Penn,” he observed. QHAPTER XIII. RUNNING THEM DOWN. DrapDwoop Dick did not lose any time in looking up his boy detective. Billy, you know the ropes in Wooster street, I take it.” *“T ought ter, boss,” | ‘* Know a place called * Tipton’s? ” “You bet!” ‘* What-is ita saloon?” © — a “No; sort of a tenement-house, but wid some rooms to let. Reg’lar dive, though.” ‘*¢ Guide me there!” ‘** Tye mean it, boss?” “ Sure!” “* What’s up?” ' The detective prince then gave an account of his visit to Zara, and the result thereof. The story put Mr, Bucket in great good humor, ‘“ Whoop!” be cried; “ the kinks are crawlin’ out, Jest you foller my lead, an’ we'll scoop de whole gang. We kin first summon an officer ter help us, an’ then, while he’s on de way, we will raid Tip’s, Come on!” This programme was Carried out, A messen- ger was sent to request police aid; then Dick and Billy set out for their destination. ‘“We are goin’ ter nab de whole lot, sure!” declared the boy. So to Wooster street they went, This was not the most savory neighborhood in New York. It was a region to be avoided, especially by people who did not ‘* know the ropes,” The place to which Billy piloted Dick was in the worst part of the whole street. ‘The neigh- borhood was filthy, and the denizens were of the lowest character,.comprising the. elements which flock together in bad neighborhoods in large cities, It was a battered “shebang,” years old in age, but formerly the residence of one of the first families of Gotham, The first floor was now occupied by a business concern, The second was where Billy conducted Dick, A rap at a door brought no answer, but three successive raps did, for a grim-faced old woman appeared, ; She seemed to recognize Billy. ; ‘Why, Billy Bucket!” was ber greeting, “Tt'sme,mom. Got any rooms to rent?” “To be sure, Does the gentleman want one?” “ Ha do,” “ Then, come right in.” So they entered, ‘ : Up the long flight of stairs they went, until they reaelied the third floor, when they entered a small, ill-smelling kitchen. ; ‘Take a seat,” directed the old_janitress. “ What kind of a room do you want, Billy?” “it isn’t for me; my friend is the chap, I told es \
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rn a a es PF¥Handsome Hal has found that g ie OF —_ Deadwo “Oh! yes, He wauts—” ‘‘The best the house affords,” ‘* That ain’t very much, sir. Wekeepa cheap place, and we expects folks ter put up with what ye hey.” Well,” replied Dick, ‘‘I guess I can get along here; I simply want a decent room.” * An’ he is good pay,” added Billy. ‘““ By the way, mom, I know one 0’ yer reg’lar customers, 1s Mr. Sam’l Slater nigh, jest now?” “* No,” she made answer, he isnot here. What do you want?” **Oh! nothin’, only a friend wants to see him! Do you know where he kin be found?” ** He will be here to-night.” “ At what time?” ** About midnight,” she responded, after some hesitation, “‘Can’t we see him before that?” He may drop in,” The woman eyed them in a critical way, and it was plain that she had some doubts. She had known Billy as a saloon-keeper, but Phe distrust- ed Bristol, as she did all such keen, wide-awake men. They were liable to be detectives. Young Bucket set out to allay her doubts, and his glib tongue was not used in vain; she began to feel decidedly more at case, Deadwood Dick did not think that their chances of seeing Sawdust Sam were of the best, but, they were nearer to the game than ey suspected, he door suddenly opened, and in walked Slater, with Joe Reed close behind him, It was a surprise all around, but Sam had the worst of it. He had not suspected danger, and, when he saw Dick, he stopped in dismay. “ You here!” he ejaculated. The detective quietly arose. ** Ves, I am here, and come to see you!” Sawdust Sam changed color. Was his pre- sentiment of trouble about to be fulfilled? “*What can I do for you?” he asked, trying to appear at ease. “¢'You can produce young James Penn,” *‘T do not know of any such person,” “That will do, Mr. Slater; you can’t runin any such stale device as that, I know you and your ways. You are Sawdust Sam, the handler of counterfeit money, and your phiz ornaments the Rogues’ Gallery. As for your plot against I see he is a gentleman! vate Penus,some ofyour gang have squealed, New York -* climate is bad for his blood, and has taken a quiet skip. Before he went he opened his mouth, and I panben to know that Jimmy Penn—the genuine Jim—is held prisoner in this house!” °* ’ “Tts false!” cried the old woman. ‘* False as perdition!” added Slater, savagely. “¢'True as yer lie is false,” amended Billy. “No use to kick, Slater,” Bristol pursued. “You may as well take your medicine, and thank your stars it’s no worse,” “*T never heard the name of Penn before.” * Come off!” “Do you think you can bully me?” ““We think we can get Jimmy Penn, and we propose to do it!” ‘“De you know whose house you are in?” “T kaow I am in a thieves’ den; and I am going to pull you right in, unless you do. the right thing. xXour noe would hang a saint, Sam, and it will land you in Sing Sing, yet. The question is, sh«ll we drop all mention of green goods, for this time, and confine our talkto Penn? It all depends on you.” * Well, Lam going to kick you out!” exclaimed rae plucking up all the courage he could mus- ra “Try it, most amiable crook, and the kick will give you prison walls to look at: for a good sa nar fal to come!” the detective retorted, ‘he door again opened, and another man en- tered. One look was enough to show that he was not a member of thegang. He had an hon- est, but very alert manner, and his face was “ee _. familiar in a vague way to Dick. ‘a - Cullough’s precinct; was one of 7 | { 3 ‘Our backer, by gosh!” cried Billy Bucket. Sure enough, it was the required officer, He was a sergeant attached to Captain Mc- Mr. Byrnes’s favorite officers, and stood high among the police workers of New York. Tn fact, he was counted as among the very 8 “He recognized Dick at a glance, “What are you doing here?” he demanded, promptly. Oh! I’m trying to impress it on the mind of eS Mie, Slater that, if he doesn’t produce a certain man, I'shall have to take him in, That’s all!” od Dick, Jr., After the Queer. 11 ** Does Mr. Slater object?” ** Decidedly,” ** How is this?’ the sergeant asked, turning to the crook, angrily. ‘Tt meant that this fellow can’t bulldoze for a cent, «thing I know nothing about!’ ‘¢' What did you ask him, Bristol?” “Wor James Penn, who is a prisoner in his power,” ** He’s not!” asserted Slater. **T1l swear to it,” declared Reed. He comes here asking me about some- 7 ‘Your oath is of no use,” retorted the ser- geant, . “Well, what do you want here, anyhow?’ demanded Slater. ‘‘We don’t want We've done nothing.” **T am notsosure of that. old game again, I understand.” “What old game, pray? You talk inriddles.” “The green-goods biz.” “That is false! I have reformed, and joined the church, So has Joe. I’m doing more to convert crooks than any other man in New York, and you can bet on it!” ‘Convert them ter villainy, [ reckon,” put in Billy. ** No; to honest ways.” That won’t work,” interrupted the officer. “When you turn to be a convert, Slater, or Reed does, the heavens will surely fall. You're two of the rankest crooks in the country—all- around villains; and, as soonas I get onto any positive evidence againsb you, in you go, ona run, You've had one trip up the river, already. Maybe another would do you good! Don’t you think so, Bristol?” “T’'m sure of it, sergeant. I am likewise sure that these two crooks, Slater and Reed, are con- cerned in a deliberate scheme to rob Mr, Peter Penn, of Kansas, out of about five thousand dollars. They have already got much of it. Now, we are positive that Jim Penn, junior, isin this house, If he is, why, 1 want to find him. Under your command, a search can be made!” “T don’t know. This is not my precinct,” ‘No, But you bave the power to makea search?” “Not much!” cried Slater, ‘ This is not my house, but Iam boss here; and the first man, or the second, who attempts to explore these quarters, drops in his tracks!” With this remark Mr, Sawdust Sam drew a revolver and stood on the defensive, He evidently did not intend to sell out without a struggle. And it looked as if a big row would be the result. But, luckily, it was averted. Mr, Billy Bucket caused the diversion. you | Yowre at your CHAPTER XIV, p A OLEAN “ KNOCK-oUT,” Wirn the agility ofa panther Dick’s young artner sprung forward, and, before any one ully realized his intention, he had knocked the revolver out of Slater’s hand, It was done so quickly that it took both crooks entirely by surprise. : ; ‘“* Now’s yer time!” cried Billy, bald-headed !” . “* We will that, my lad! Will you surrender now, Slater?’ the sergeant demanded, “ Never!” The officers sprung forward and made the attack, It was asevere tussle, for the two desperate crooks fought like demons, but again came the timely intervention of Billy Bucket, Grasping a club, which stood near by, he gave Slater a blow over the head which dropped him, Then he went for the second crook, and polished him off in a very handsome manner, and this settled the affray. The crooks lay senseless on the floor, and, in less time than it takes to tell it, they were hand- cuffed, ** Now, we will search the house!” declared the sergeant. ‘ You bet we’ll find all there is here, too! I want to‘vent my wrath on the thugs who are preying on this community, and they will find that I am able to do it.” So, the old woman having taken her departure to some other portion of the house, the search began. The floor comprised five rooms—dirty, smoky and illy furnished, The raid, however, turned out to be fruitless in one respect. Mr. James Penn was not there. In the search, however, a large collection of packages was dis- covered in the corner of a room, Each was neatly wrapped, and of a size that at once gave the experienced sergeant an idea. ** Green-goods!” he exclaimed, ** Go fer ’em | And so it proved—‘' sawdust,” neatly pack- ged. ** This is evidence enough,” the officer added. ‘* Now, we will take ’em in!” But, he made an error; he did not ‘‘ take ’em aK Billy Bucket had been given charge of the prisoners. When Dick and the sergeant return- ed to the room where they had been left, the prisoners were gone! On the floor in a pool of blood, lay poor Billy Bucket in an unconscious condition. A gash over his left eye told the story, He had been ‘‘ knifed,” most likely by the old wo- man. Tenderly, Dick and the captain raised him and laid him on the lounge, ‘© Ts he dead?” Dick anxiously asked. ‘*T guess not. But he’s marked for life; no mistake about that, I think the most sensible thing we can do is toring for an ambulance, and have him sent up to the hospital!” ‘* Not much ye don’t, boss! Dve been there once, an’ once is enuff. I’m all right, ef you'll only bind me head up. Did them crooks git away?” It was the voice of Billy Bucket, but his utter- ance was unusually weak, He had lost.a considerable amount of blood, and it told on his strength, though his pluck was not impaired. ‘Well, who hit you, Billy?” asked Dick. * That darned old woman!” was the reply. ‘« Dye know what happened afterward ?” ‘Yas, They clubbed me over the head till I went to sleep!” ‘* Who did it? Now be sure!” ‘¢ Gol-darn it, has a feller got to tell ye two times? The old woman carved me, and then she took off the men’s handcuffs—I dunno how— and they sluggedme. Oh! Jiminy! Didn’t they soak it to me, though! They got in their work, now, in great shape!” ‘** Billy, you had better go the hospital. Don’t be foolish !? ‘* Nary hospital, Dick! I was there once, and when I git mutilated ag’in, ll try the Wlevated Road. But, wait; I'll help you out, an’ no one else kin. I know where them fellers are aimin’ “for, and don’t you forget it!” Dick glanced at the sergeant inquiringly. The sergeant nodded, ‘The boy i$ well posted!” he admitted; ‘ bet- ter than half the men on my foree, These street- boys are wonders,” e turned to Billy Bucket and added: ‘You're not strong enough, Billy. Better tell us, hadn’t you, and let us go?” ‘But you can’t find ’em, and I can jest wait a few minutes, till I git my head about me; an? then Pll show ye.” He began to rub his forehead, and act in such a peculiar way, in general, that the sergeant shook his own head gravely. ‘We must disregard his wishes, and pack him off to a hospital, He is delirious, already.” * T don’t think so,” ‘6 No?” ’ ‘‘There isn’t a more Jevel-headed lad in the country than thisysame Billy Bucket!” The object of this strong praise suddenly leaped to his feet. ‘*Much obliged fer yer compliment, boss!” he exclaimed, with a grin. ‘“ Billy Bucket ain’t. gone BP the spout yet—he’s been thinkin’, Say, while I laid here, an’ they thought I’se dead, I heard them crooks talk. Boss, git old Peter Penn, an’ I'll Jead ye to the genuine Jimmy!” ‘‘ Where is he?” “Il tell when we git Peter in tow. Don’t ask me afore that,” ' Billy stuck grimly to his point, so they went out and separated from the sergeant. Next, they went to enlist the Kansas farmer, Billy could hardly spare time to bave his wound dressed, and showed no weakness, Peter Penn was soon added to their party, ae do you propose to take us?” inquired ick, ’ “Over to Hoboken,” replied Billy. ‘‘ Slater has a sister there, an’ the chances are that you will find not only him there, but Reed, too,” So to Hoboken they went, and, taking a Market street car, they rode to the end of the line. Near there was a tumble-down shanty which must have been built when Hoboken was first started, to all appearances. ; } Bidding Dick and Peter Penn remain bebind, and out of sight as much as possible, Billy ad- vanced and pounded briskly on the door, The summons was answered by an elderly were “Ts Mr. an, : ood-morning!” saluted Billy, Slater in?” oe
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(ott ge I Wing Deadwood Dick, Jr., After the Queer. ‘¢ What do you want of Mr, Slater?” inquired the woman, suspiciously. “T was sent for him,” replied Billy. ‘‘ Maud wants to see him.” ** What does she want of him?” “Give it up,” replied Billy. ‘' All she told me was that she had a customer for some oods,”” ‘* What kind of goods?” ** Don’t know—she didn’t say. She gave me this address, and half a dollar to come over bere. She said it was important, and she must see Mr, Slater at once.” ** Well,” said the woman, suspiciously, ‘* Sam isn’t here at present. Come around in about an hour, and he will see you himself; I don’t know anything about bis business affairs,” ** All right,” responded Billy; ‘‘ ’ll be back in an hour,” = Then he went back and rejoined Dick and Mr, enn, ‘‘T am ter go round in an bour,” explained Billy, ‘‘ when I shall have the pieasure of'seein’ Mr. Slater. Sammy ain’t at home now, his sis- ter says.” **T don’t cotton to that,” Dick exclaimed, “Nor I,” added Mr, Penn. ‘It is merely a job to give him time terescape. Thunderation! let’s go an’ pull down the darned old shebang!” ““That won't work,” demurred Dick. ‘* Re- member, Mr. Penn, you are not in Kansas now.” “Oh, but I wish I was, you bet! If I was back on that old farm o’ mine, I would give ten years of my life; an’ I ain’t got long to live, either. What a gol-darned big idiot | was ter ever sell it out! Old Hulks got it dirt cheap, and here I be in New York, minus about two thousand dollars, and haven’t found my son yet, blast my picture?” ‘* Well, take courage. The chances are that this lay-out will prove better than the others,” “T will bet big ou it!” asserted Billy. “TI will bet a gold dollar to a goose-egg that Slater is in that house now!” ‘‘ Well, Billy,” admitted Dick, ‘* your prophe- cies sare sometimes correct. I have got an idea the same way, so we will hang around the neighborhood, and see that nobody escapes our observation,” ‘“That’s the idear!” added Penn, ‘ We'll soon have ’em in our grip, I hope.” ‘© Unless they give us the slip,” Dick amended. The old farmer emitted an angry growl, “Tf anybody gets away from that aire house while old Daddy Penn is around, he’ll have to be mighty smart! I didn’t come all the way here from Kansas, ter let New York crooks get the best o’ me; nor, Pll be gol-darned, if I intend to! Out at Leavenworth, woere I lived, ] war conceited to know about as much as the best of ’%em. Now, b’gosh, I don’t propose to let any New Yorkers work me any longer. I will either find my son or raise thunder!” Mr. Penn was waxing wroth, _ ‘Bully for you!” laughed Billy. ‘‘ Stick to yer text, old gentleman!” _ “tT am afraid we shall have a long time stick- ing to it,” remarked Dick, “ for, if Slater and Reed are in that house, the chances are that they may know of our presence in the neigh- borhood. Now, Mr, Penn, you go to the next corner; [ will remain here, and Billy can make observations from the back street, in this way we sball stand a better show of catching them.” So they separated, and each took his post. A couple of hours passed. Then Dick saw Keed sneak from the house, and make a bee-line in the direction of the ferry. ‘Now Dll have him!” he muttered to himself. With that he set out in hot pursuit. But Mr, Reed was p etty fly. He led the detective a long chase before he was overhauled. y CHAPTER XV. DICK ‘‘spoTS” ONE OF THEM, THaT Reed knew he was pursued was evi- dent, for he dodged in and out of different streets until he arrived near the ferry. Here Dick closed up, and clapped his hand upon Reed’s shoulder, ‘* Reed, I want you!” he exclaimed. Now Reed was a big man, and pbysically the superior of Dick, but he was an arrant coward as well as a knave. You want me?’ he exclaimed. ‘ Well, what do you want?” c “7 want to take you over to Inspector rnes, * Tt can’t be done,” was the reply. ‘‘I am tks ‘ , - ’ : ‘ ly 43 - . ; ’ , ¥ : : he a . ais i = = <A —_— VW PIeAe Per ay: Nearer aan art aR Ea. Sian wa cciaeey aceatid te = — i A rn : - meet OR aN ins etal xi cites nora Re PS Es Deadwood Dick had listened attentively to this explanation, without any attempt at inter- ruption. He now spoke quietly: ‘There isa man in Sing Sing who claims to be Jimmy Penn, but, otherwise, will not give any account of bimself. Do you know anything concerning him ?” Reed smiled. *“ Yes, I do,” he acknowledged. ‘* Well, let us hear about it.” ¥ “His name is Jim Penlynn, He was former- ly an associate of Slater’s, but be and Slater got in arow over cards; and, through Slater’s in- fluence, Penlynn was arrested, convicted and sent up. Slater really has a political pull in the Fourth Ward, and consequently, great influence; and it was through this, that be had Penlynn arrested. Wibtb heelers and co; pers at his back, Slater had no difficulty in securing a conviction on a false charge. : “That the charge was false, 1 am positive. Slater was afraid of Penlynn, who has rather a nasty disposition, and, after the row, Penlynn and Sla@fer, being enemies, Slater knew there was a large possibility of Penlynn’s. betraying him. So be thought it advisable to get him ont of the way. I saw Penlynn the morning before he wus sent up, and he said to me: ‘“¢This charge against me is infamous, and, asIam connected with a good family, I don’t want my name to get in the newspapers, So at the trial, gave my name as Penn, instead of Penlynn, Now,’ said he, to me, ‘don’t let the old folks know it!” ie The man in Sing Sing became less an object of wonder and perplexity. ‘‘ That is all,” continued Reed, ‘‘ that I know about the Jimmy Penn up the river, but I can assure you of one thing—be is not old man Penn’s son!” Dick reflected a moment, y “ Now, look here, Reed,” said he, ‘‘ how are you off for funds?” “Dead broke!” replied Reed, with a shrug of his shoulders, ) “Then,” continued Dick, “if you are willing to help me in this matter, and you think that by our united efforts we can find young Penn, I can put a snug little sum of money in your pocket!” **T don’t know; I would bardly know where to lwok first. Do you propose to arrest Slater now?” ps Woelkathat depends,” replied Dick... “If ‘there is anyt ties be “gaine ca stay ot " ceedings, perhaps not.” ey ite ” Wall, you have been mighty lenient with me, considering the circumstances, and if I can help you, I will. There’s but one place Ican think of, which Slater frequents, where we are likely to gain any information.” , ~ ‘¢ Where 1s that?” Dick asked. : “Union Hill.” Ra he Just then old man Penn and Billy Bucket came running up, : ; The old man was in a panic! And so was Billy! CHAPTER XVI, CAUGHT IN A CORNER, “Wri, Mr. Penn,” exclaimed Dick, * you seem erry 4 sgt up and excited,” ** Excited ! y thuuderation !” exclaimed the old man, “that air critter, Slater, has escaped!” : / “ Bscaped?” ejaculated Dick, ‘‘ Where from? The house?” ; ‘Yes, he did,” hurriedly added Billy, “A hack come fer him, and afore we could stop the darved thing, Slater was off.” a: Dick then turned to Reed. Ps. ‘* Poes Sinter generally travel by hack?’ he asked. “Well, no; not often. When he goes to- Union Hill he generally bires one, but, otherwise, — not.” ; ° th “Then, judging by appearances, he has gone to Union Hill?” ie ae “at “Tf T were to express my opinion, 1 should say he had.” ry m) ew ** Well, what is your opinion worth?’ de- manded old Peun, ‘* Gol-darn your blasted - icture! you are as bad as Slateris!” __ fan That will do, Mr. Penn,” interposed Bristol. ‘‘ Tf you expect to find your son, you must treat Reed a little more polite'y. Reed proposed to turn evidence against Slater, on consideration that I don’t pull him in. He thinks he knows where there is a chance of finding your son,” m , This immediately put Mr. enn in go humor. Hi jo ee oS \ - i a P “By gosh! Reed,” said he, putting forth his i? band, “if you find that air boy of mine, I will | make it worth your while, Darn my picture! | if I won't give you fifty dollars!” ii ct eh = * ‘t..2 vit} e we eal A OE Mes PTI Us a Co aT
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| Dick. | Reed was evidently in want of money. He _ juniped at the opportunity. ‘It’s a bargain,” hereplied, ‘‘I will do my | best to find him, Now, gentlemen, I haven’t much money, 80, if you will invite me to take a | drink, and then order a hack, we will set sail for Union Hill. I am pretty sure that is where | $Slater has gone, and, if such is the case, the chances are there is where we shall find Mr, Penn’s son.” “Drinks!” echoed Mr, Penn, promptly; ‘t why, _ darn me! you shall have a bar’]!” So they adjourned to the nearest saloon, and there Mr. Reed had a couple of cocktails. Then a hack was called, a party bundled in and started for Union ill, Old Penn was inexubsant spirits. ‘¢ Just wait,” he said, ‘* till I ie ms ds on -4o,that air Slater! If 1 don’t mafte hing) dance “Juba, put me aboard a»cattle car an’ sénd me | sback ter Kansas; an’ put a label on the car veh por, marked ‘No Good! By the time I get to _ \Sansas, I reckon they’ll acknowledge that 1 am an old muttouhead, and that old Penn’s visit ter New York was prolific of learnin’ him a lesson | that he will never forget!” The hack rumbled along and, in due time, _ yeached the vicinity of Union Hill. ‘Better let me get out now, and go alead,” - ‘Reed suggested. ‘** What do you propose 40 do?” asked Dick. f Well,” responded Reed, ‘‘ I had better go on : | ¥ ——— to the house, and Slater, not knowing that I am in your confidence, will admit me. You go around the bouse into the next street and wait here. I will go on and have a chin with Slater, and draw out from him all that is possible. If / pose I would be fool enough to journe I will, after excusing myself, withdraw and re- turn here, Then we can invoke the aid of the | sale secure a warrant and pull the house. | I find any indication that young Penn is there, mething seems to tell me that we shall find Mr. Penn a prisoner here, even though we do not find Slater, I know the old man tbat runs é place, and he knows me, If he has any in- _ formation to impart, I shall obtain it,” _ This plan being. agreed upon, Reed alighted, } ji thén the vehicle proceeded up a side street | al waited theres —- “iat | Str leaving the hack, Reed walked on until he finally brought up at a little, old-fashioned farmhouse. This farmhouse was owned by a truck gardener, who had a few acres from which | he derived a living. His name was Silas Sweet. | Mr, Sweet was a very shrewd man. ' ~\ He hoed his corn and weeded his beds, He attended church regularly, and was generally _ supposed to be an exemplary Christian. His farmhouse was a little old wooden structure which, from appearances, might have been puilt during the time ofthe Revolution. The paint bad all disappeared from the exterior; the roof was sunken in; the fence was broken _ down, and, altogether, the place presented an _ exceedingly dilapidated appearance. Bilas Sweet stood on the door-step as Reed ap- i me He was a grizzled old man of about } if ixty years, forbidding in appearance and dirty of attire, ; | * How do you do?” greeter Reed, advancing and extending his hand, , 4+ Well,” ag Sweet, ‘“‘f£ do pretty well as I.darned please, Who are you?” he added. “Obt you don’t appear to reco Don’t you remember when I called with Slater?” ize me, ere once know no Slater,” Obl aut will do to tell the marines,” replied Reed. “‘ You recognize me, and you know I was here, And I know that Slater is here now. _ Let me give youatip, old man. Don’t try to come any bluff game on me, because it won't work! I have some valuable information for Mr. Slater, and [ wish to see him. You will _ find it to your interest to tell him that I am here, _ Joseph Reed is my name.” \ Sweet looked the visitor over critically. _ * Well, wait; I must speak with Slater. But Treckon he won't see you.” ) © Be sure and tell him,” said Reed, ‘it’s a ease of importance, i must see him,” _ The old man entered the house, taking care to lock the door after him, ‘He was absent for fully a quarter of an hour, ring which time was loft standing on ‘the doorstep, where he waited with dogged de- mination. . nally old Sweet returned, * Slater will see you,” he announced. ‘‘ Come oS Ne in? fs dei | \ Pas 0 a ‘Ves; and I will put ten to it,” added | “Slater!” said the old man; “ why, £- don’t. Deadwood Dick, Jr., After the Queer. Reed was then ushered into the front sitting- room, where Slater was puffing at a cigar, “ Ah, Reed, is that you? What brings you here?” was the greeting. ‘* Bad news,” replied Reed. are after you red-hot!” ‘** What ones?’ demanded Slater, sharply. “That man Bristol and his kid ally, with a couple of Byrnes’s men included.” At this Slater uttered a savage exclamation. ‘* Curse those fellows!” be cried, ‘* How do you know they are after me?” ‘* Because I traced them to this neighborhood, and they are not far off now.” ‘““ What is to be done about it?’ Slater de- manded, dubiously. ‘It won’t do for me to show up, if they are around tbe neighborhood, for I should be almost sure to be nabbed.” =~ ** Well,” advised Reed, ‘‘I tell you what 1 should do, if IT were you. First of all, I would set young Penn at liberty!” At this Slater laughed mockingly. ‘ What good would that do me?” he demand- ed, with derision. ‘In the first place, how do you ee that I know anything about young enn ‘That don’t matter,” replied Reed, ‘TI kuow it, and you cannot deny the fact. The best thing you can do, to save yourself from State’s Prison, is to set Penn at liberty, for these detectives are bound to have you, or, rather, to have young Penn, if it takes from now to next winter, You will be shown a blamed sight more leniency by setting him at Jiberty,” ‘* How do they know where I am?” demanded Slater. ‘‘ Curse you! if I thought you had given me away, Reed, I’d murder you!” ‘** What in blazes would be my object in giv- ing you away?’ returned Reed. ‘‘ Do you sup- - away out here to warn you, if I intended to give you away? Not much!” ‘* T don’t know about that,” responded Slater, ‘Tam decidedly suspicious of you. In case J should give yours, Penn up, what surety would I have that I should not be arrested then?” ““Tcan arrange that partof it allright. I know of a snug little place only a short distance from here, where you can lie low until this mat- ter blows over. As soon as ae Penn is re- stored to his old man they will, in all probabili- ty, go-back.to. Kansas, and jihere the matter will end.” ‘*T don’t think so,” replied Slater. ‘It was Byrnes who sent for this detective, Bristol, for the purpose of hunting us down,” “‘T thought Bristol was occupied exclusively with the Penn case.” | ‘It is more by accident than anything else ** The detectives that Bristol came into contact with old man } Penn, and became enlisted in his employ. Therefore, should I release young Penn, it would not benefit me any.” ‘© Well,” declared Reed, “‘ you can suit your- self, but, if you take my advice, you will get young Penn off your hands. I have taken the pains tocome here and warn you, and now, if you get pulled in, it’s not my fault,” Slater reflected a moment, but was not in- clined to be advised by a man whom he had by his own cunning forced into hisemploy. He knew that Reed cordially hated him, and was as liable to- betray him as otherwise, Should he give young Penn up? he asked himself, It was rather a weighty question. Finally he an- swered: ; : “No, Reed, I will not give bim up! If the ‘worst comes to the worst, why, I'll fight them.” ‘* Well, you are about the biggest idiot I know of. What can you do fighting five men?” But then, you will stand by me in the scrap, and so will old Sweet.” ‘Not much, I!” retorted Reed. “I shall take a quiet skip.” M At this Slater grew pale withanger, | *“Oh! you will, eh?’ he exclaimed. ‘ You cursed traitor! we will see about that, You will not get out of this house alive, if that is your game!” With that he pulled a revolver from his hip- pocket and, taking quick aim, fired at Reed. Poor tumbled to the floor with a groan, and lay unconscious, He had been wounded in the head; not fatally, but sufficiently to de- prive him of his senses, ‘ ‘““There, you devil! You will go back ona pal, will ye?’ hissed Slater, standing over his victim, with the still smoking revolver in his grasp. ‘‘So perish all traitors, from now to the end of the world!” Then a fuller realization of the enormity of the crime seemed to dawn upon him, “By heavens! this is bad business! I must | get out of here! Wonder if old Sweet will help 13 met Byrnes’s men may be bere at any min- ute! He darted out into the kitchen, where Silas Sweet was leisurely smoking his grimy old clay Ji pe, : tt he had heard the pistol-shot, he appeared entirely indifferent to the fact. ‘* Well, what now?’ he demanded, noticing Slater’s agitation. ‘* Detectives are onto us, and we, or, at least I, must get away from here!” This rather startled even the old man, Should detectives pounce down on him he would be practically defenseless. “Who told you this?” Sweet dersanded. ** Joe Reed.” “The chap who came awhile ago?” ‘The same,” ‘* Well, what's to be done?” ‘You must help me to get away from here; then come back and release the prisoner. It won’t do to keep him any longer.” ** Et won't hey? Well, where’s my pay for keepin’ him as long as I have? I want it!” “When you hitch ve to your covered market wagon, and get me outof this neighborhood, I wi pay you,” F Mr, Silas Sweet shook his head, and tgok a long whiff at bis pipe. ‘“Kain’t do et,” he said. ‘*I must have my money first. Idon’t keep a free lodgin’ house, not by a jugful! Plank down the money, and then. Tl help you out o’ yer scrape, but not before,” ““ ] haven’t the right amount, but will get it as soon as you carry me down to Hoboken,” Slater re slied. But Mr. ingly. f It won’t work. I must have my money; spot cash an’ none of the queer, either!” ‘Tf you don't get me away from here, we shall both be arrested !” ‘* Can't help that, J expect to be, anyhow, and so it makes but little difference; it might‘as well be for a lion as for a lamb!” Just then there came a loud rap on the rear oor. ‘That's the detective!” cried Slater, turning white, ‘* For mercy’s sake, hide me, Sweet!” Believing he had murdered Reed, he was na- turally terror-stricken. _ *Rain't. do et!” returned Sweet, with im- perturbabjo gravity, ‘‘ Ef it’s the detectives, why, they’ll have to take you. I won’t interfere no- how!” There was a crash, and the rear door flew open. : CHAPTER XVII. CONCLUSION, Into the room sprung Deadwood Dick, old man Penn and Billy Bucket. “Ab! Mr. Sawdust Sam, now we have you dead to rights! Will you surrender? Or shall we have to take you by main force?’ demanded Bristol. ‘ll never surrender alive!” was the reply, with fierce defiance, ‘‘If you want me, come and take me, curse you!” and with this Slater drew his revolver, but, ere he could use the wea- on, old Sweet sprung upon him, and, wrench- oe the weapon from bis hand, threw it to the further side of the room, and instantly dealt Slater a stunning blow that brought him to the floor. ‘Thar! I won’t get my money, hey? Then, by thunder, you'll get my revenge!” » Dick sprung upon Slater, and snapped the bracelets around the rascal’s wrists, while Billy, with alacrity, buckled a leg-strap abovt his ankles, ““ There, now! quoth old Penn. Slater made no answer. ‘*On course he'll give in,” echoed Billy Bucket; “cause not havin’ the use o’ his hands ter give anything out, he’s a poor, mis’able critter now.” Dick turned his piercing gaze on old Sweet, Sweet shook his head disapprov- Guess you will give in now!” ‘“Well,” he demanded, “ bave you anything — to say for yourself ?” Sweet came to the front bravely, although he was evidently trembling in his big stogy boots. -‘* Well,” he admitted, ‘* I might as well make a clean breast of it, and I s’pose you will think the better of me for it. If, by a clear confession I can secure clemency from Mr, Penn, I w make it!” ** Go ahead,” Dick directed. ‘‘ We are look- ing for Mr, James Penn, and we have reason to believe he is in this house.” ‘** He is,” confessed Sweet, Slater, came ter me an’ offered me a reward ter Jook after the man. The reward was so big, an’ I was so much in need of money, an’so much ** This scoundrel,
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ei BR Te a _——— 14 afraid of being sold out of house an’ home through a mortgage on my property, that I accepted bribe. Now, come with me, gentlemen, and, ef you will pardon what I have done, I w ill intro- duce you ter young Mr, Penn.” ‘* By thunderation!” cried Peter, ‘if you do, I will pay you as much as Slater offered ye, and, mebbe, a little more.” Mr. Sweet led the way to the garret, a cold, dusty and gloomy place and unlocked a door. 4 Then the party entered. The room was dark and cheerless, and fur- | nished, simply with a small cot bed, "Upon the edge of this bed, witha steel belt around his waist to which was attached a ebain, and the | chain fastened to a staple in the wall, sat Jimmy Penn, pale and emaciated. ‘* My boy! my boy!” cried Mr, Penn, senicr, springing forward. therly intuition told him that he had ‘at length found his long-lost son. y — ‘ Later in the day Mrs. Peter Penn met her son. 16 was not the s = who had lived by his wits in the city as ‘‘ Handsome Hal,” and false- ly claimed to be an offspring of the Penns; nor. yet the prisoner at Sing Sing; but the young man found at Sweet’s residence, Jimmy was in bad condition, but there was no reason to fear that he would not come around all right, Since being in Sawdust Sam’s bass he had fared badly, and captivity had told u him, but, on the whole, it had done him g He had received a lesson he was not likely to a ge e had lived a fast life in New York, and: had been culpably indifferent to his parents? welfare, but never a criminal. He was thor~ oughly repentant, at last, and his parents were equally forgiving. Sawdust Sam, once in the hands of the law, received no mercy, nor did he deserve any. In due time he was brought into court, and, after a brief trial, was sentenced to Sing Sing for five years. Joe Reed was taken to Bellevue Hospital. After a long period of suffering from the effects of his wound, which, luckily, was not fatal, he mee discharged, awell man. In consideration of his services at the crisis of the event 4 de- scribed, he was exempted from arrest and viven ?. chance to reform, t “ Zara went on to Philadelphia to join Hand- some Hal, but the latter had the misfortune to be arrested, and was sentenced to prison, so the fortune-teller is now playing a lone hand. After Jimmy Penn had recovered from the effects of his imprisonment sufficiently, he start- ed West with his father and mother, never agaiu, probably, to visit Gotham, During the last few days of his stay in New York Mr, Penn had made a very lucky invest- ment in ‘stones on which he realized so much that he could well afford to liberally reward Richard Bristol, Billy Bucket, and all who had aided him, Even then, he returned to Kansas with more money than ever before, The prisoner in Sing Sing being discovered by his friends, finally proved bis innocence and became a free man, When his ‘‘sawdust” case was thoroughly settled, and the desired crooks securely placed behind. the bars, Deadwood Dick received notice, through Inspector Byrnes, that, owing to his uniform success in all his detective enter- prises, his services would be welcome in Buffalo, The notice came from the chief of police, and, for the third time in his long crimina) experi- ence, he packed his aie, and started for Buffalo, accompanied by his kid, Billy Bucket. 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COS Willen Orne nde ays oF, The Boy Detective’s Big tnning. 615 Fighting Marry, the Chief of Chained Cyclone. BY JO PIERCE. 897 Bob o’ the Bowery} 0 The Prince of Mulberry Street 15 The Vagabond Detectives or, Bowery Bob’s Boom, 2 Hotapur Bob, the Street-Boy Detective. 460 The Lawyer’s Shadow} 0, Luke’s Legacy- 472 Jaunty Joe, the Young Horse-King. 494 Surly Sim, the Young Ferryman Detective. 504 Five Points Phil. 509 Jack Jaggera, the Butcher Boy Detective. 516 Tartar "Tinn or Five Points Phil’s Menagerte, 526 North River N at, tie Pier Detective, 588 Wrestling Rex, the Pride ofthe Sixth Ward, 641 Jeff Flicker, the Stable Boy Detective. bt Nick Nettle, the Boy Shadow. 559 Harlem Jack, the Office Boy Detective. 569 Brooklyn Ren, the On-His-Own-Hook Detective. os Pavement Pete, the Secret Sifter. 6 ack-o’-Lantern, the Under-Sea Prospector, oo4 ide-Awake Bert, the Street-Steerer. 14 Whistling Jacob, the Detective’s Ald. 628 Buck Bumblebee, the Harlein Hummer. BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REDD. \ Dick} or, The Yellow Chief's Vengeance. and Pirates; or, The League of Devil’s Island. 187 The Metpless Hand; or, Backwoods Retribution. -seeker Guide; or, The Lost Mountain. BY MAJOR HENRY B. STODDARD, Ex-Scout, 806 Neck-Tie Ned; or, The Dug-Out Pards. $416 Rapier Raphael ¢ or, The Swordsmen of Zacatecas. BBL Kid-Glove Eesha Dandy ofthe Het cing .' ove an 2 or, e , 406 The Mad Maulinnter 4, Mystery of Golden ulch, 505 Powell’s Pard} or, The One-Armed Giant. BY ALBERT W. AIKEN, 11 The Two Detectives; or, The Fortunes ofa Bowery Girl. 76 Abe Colt, the Crow-Killer. 29 Sol Ginger, the Giant Trapper. 268 Joe Buek of Angels and His Boy Pard, 447 New York Nat. A Tale of Tricks and Traps in Gotham, 458 New England Nick; or, The Fortunes of a Foundling, 464 Nimble Nick, the Circus Prince. 498 Taos Ted, tne Arizona Sport. 510 Cool Colorado, the Hall-Breed Detective, 515 Cool Colorado in New York. BY GEORGE WALDO BROWNE, 86 panes Rock the Man from Texas. 90 The Dread Rider ; or, The Texan Duelist. 99 The Tiger of Tuos; or, Dandy Rock’s Angel 116 The Mad Miner; or, Dandy Kock’s Doom. 181 The Golden Hand; or, Mandy Rock to the Rescue, 164 Dandy Rock’s Pledge; or, Hunted to Death, 178 Dandy Nock’s Rival; or, The Haunted Mald of Taos, BY CAPT. J. F. ©. ADAMS, 84 Oregon Sol; or, Nick Whiftles’s Boy Spy, 46 Glass-Eye, the Great Shot of the West, 54 Ned Hazel, the Boy Trapper. 56 Nick Whitiies’s Pet or, In Tho Valley of Death. 60 The White Indlan; or, The Scout of the Yellowstone 70 Old Zip’s Cabin; or, The Greenhorn in the Woods, 81 Lightning Jo, the Terror of the Prairie. 85 Buck Buckram ; or, Bess, the Female Trapper, 247 Old Grizzly and His Pets; or, The Wild Huntress, 251 Light-house Lige; or, Osceola, the Firebrand, 257 The Lost Hunters; or, The Underground Camp, 288 The Sealp King; or, The Human Thunderbolt, BY ROGER STARBUOK, 25 The Boy Captain; or, The Pirate’s Daughter. 114 The Black Schooner; or, Jib Junk, the Old Tar. 259 The Golden Harpoon} or, Lost Among the Floes, 848 Fire-Heels; or, Old Skinflint, the Death-Shadow. 854 Big Horn Ike, the Hill Tramp; or, The Odd Pards, 861 The Phantom Light-house. ‘ 870 Breaker Len, the Reef-Runner. ; BY WILLIAM ®. EYSTER, 190 Dandy Darke; or, The Tigers of High Pine. 210 Faro Frank; or, Dandy Darke’s Go-Down Pards BY COLONEL DELLE SARA, 108 The Lion of the Sea; or, The Vailed Lady. 186 Cool Desmond; or, The Gambler’s Big Game. BY JAMES L. BOWEN 107 One-Eyed Sim; or, The Abandoned Forest Home, 110 The Black Steed of the Prairies, A Story of Texas, BY C. DUNNING CLARK, 185 Captain Paul; or, The Boy Spy_of the Mountains. 280 The Yankee Rajah 3 or, The Fate of the Black Shereef. BY GEORGE ©. JENKS, 485 Git Thar Owney the Unknown, 492 Git Thar Owney’s Pledge. 518 The Demon Doctor, 581 Double-Curve Dan, the Pitcher Detective. bYS Flute, the Singer Detective, 608 The Pitcher Detective’s Foll; or, Double Curve Dan's Double Play. 616 The dcean Detectives or, The Last Cruise of the Black Bear, BY OAPT. ALFRED B. TAYLOR U. 8. A, 191 Buffalo Billy, the Boy Bullwhacker; or, The Doomed Thirteen. 194 Buffalo Bills Bet; or, The Gambler Guide. BY CHARLES E. 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BEADLE’S«H ALF- JDIME* | IBRARY. 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 Pawgers or, Deadwood Dick’s Defiance, 28 erase Benj or, Deadwood Dick in Disguise, 85 Wilda ‘Ivan, the Boy Claude Duval, Az Punciens Miner; or, Deadwood Dick’s Bonanza, 49 Omaha Ol; or, Deadwood Dick in Danger. 57 Deadwood Dick? 6 Eagles; or, The Pards of Flood Bar. 78 Deadwood Dick on Deck; or, Calamity Jane, the Heroine. ?7 Cordur oy Charlie 3 or, Deadwood Dick's Last Act, 100 Deadwood Dick in Leady ille. 104 Deadwood Dick’s Device; or,‘ 109 Deadwood Dick as Detective. 129 weasw ood Dick’s Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon’s Gu uy 188 Blonde Bills or, Deadwood Dick’s Home Base, 49 A Game of Goldy or, Deadwood Dick’s Big Strike. 156 Deadwood Dick of Deadwood ; 3 or, The Picked Party. 195. Deadwood Dick’s Dream; or, The Rivals of the Road, 201 The Black Hills Jezebel; or, Deadwood Dick's Ward. 205 Deadwood Dick’s Doom; or, Calamity Jane’s Last Ad- venture. 217 Captain Crack-Shot, the Girl Brigand, : 221 Sugar-Coated Sam; or, The Black Gown, 282 Gold-Dust Dick, A Romance of Roughs and Toughs, 268 Deadwood Dick's viet or, The Spirit of Swamp Lake. 268 Deadwood Dick’s Death Trall. B09 Deadw ood Dick’s Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Jregon, 821 Deadwood Dick's Dozen ¢ or, The Fakir of Phantom Flats, 847 Deadwood Dick’s Ducats; or, Rainy Days in the Dig- gipgs. byt Deadwood Dick Sentenced; or, The Terrible Vendetta, 862 Deadwood Dick’s Claim, 405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City. 410 Deadwood Dick’s Dinmonds. 421 Deadwood Dick In New ¥ ork; or, A“ Cute Care.” 480 Deadwood Dick’s Pei or, The Chained Hand, 448 Deadwood Dick ¢ 448 Nickel-Plate Ned as or, Deadwood Dick Jr’a Defiance. 455 hla oh hid Sant, of Shasta; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Full 459 Push Fan, the Ferret; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Big Ronnd- 465 Philo Fly, of Phenix; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Racket at Jlaim 10, 471 Boseman Bills or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Corral. A76 Humboldt Marry the Hurricane; or, Deadwood Dick Jr's Dog Detective. 481 Moll yin ek or, Deadwood Dick Jr. in Dendwood. 491 Prince Pistol, the King of the West; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Compact. 496 Monte Oristo, Jr.: or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Inheritance. 500 Deadwood oats Mig - #3 or, Dr. Death-Grip's Swoop. 5608 Deadwood Dick’« De ance, oa Deadwood Dick's Protegea. +4 Deadwood Dick’s Three, pena 004 Dick’s Danger Ducks, Bet Deadwood ick's Death ae 589 adw ood aa Jr, in T lek, Jr. the Ww hia ‘West Vidooq. on His Metile. res os Soran 567 De st, et In n Phitadetphtn. 572 Deudwood Dick, Jr. in Chicugeo. ‘678 Deadwood Disks a: Aioat. 684 Deadwood Dick, Jr, fu Denver. 590 Deadwood Dick, Jr's, Deerce. 5695 Deadwood Dic ore in Beelzebub’s Basin, 600 peeawoos ‘Dik “5 4 ng penez Island, 606 Deadwood r’s Leadville Lay. Dick ze & Detrolt. 618 Deadwood Dick, 3; incinnati. 624 Deadwood. Dick, Jr. fo leva [ Other Novels by E. Ll, Wheeler. 26 Cloven Hoof, the Buffalo Demon, 82 Bob Woolt; "or, The Girl Deat-Bhot, 89 Death-Face, Detective; ty Life in New York. 45 Old ‘Biudages J ey Wild Edna, the Girl Brigand, r., the Boy Phenix 13 wy) Soa Red Rifle Team, The Double Cross Sign. 2 5B iner, ai aie the King of Bhotblacks 1 Solid Sam, the Boy Road-A 5 Captain Ferret, the New "York Detective; or, Boss Bob's Nell the Boy-Girl Detective. Nevada; or, The Sietras Scamps. rank, the Buckskin Bravos Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective ‘ Fritz to the Front; or, The Ventriloquist Hunter, Snoozer, the Boy Sharp; or, The Arab Dotective, Apollo Bal, the ‘Trail Tornado. — © clone kit, too Soung ig ya tig Sierra Sam, tho Frontier Ferret. 248 Sierra Sams Secret; or, The Bloody Footprints, 258 Sierra Sam’s Pard; or, The Angel ot aa ae 258 Sierra Saim’s Seven; or, The Stolen 278 Jumbo Joe, tle Koy Patrol; or, The Rival al Heirs, 277 Denver boll, the seer Queen, 2851 Denver Doll's Victor 256 Denver Doll's aor Bor Turk wilt Rainbolt, the Ranger. B84 Whine ing Joe, the Boy Ranchero. 409 Hercules, or, Dick, the Boy Ranger. a ft) ose, the Tramp Detective. am, the Boy Giant of the Yellowatone, 4ai fb Tile” ks, tne Young Prairie Centaur, $35 Tamaves Fred or, Old Polar Saul. oe Tem the Big. Trapper Boy. ane oid Mom Rattler, the Red River Epidemte, sae tonewall Bob, the Boy Trojan Blundering Basil, the Hermit | Boy Trapper, BY T. ©. HARBAUGH. 3 N ?. ight , The Boy Spy of 76. He The Hidden Vode jor Th The L iti Hunter. rf e or, Tne Forest Captains, en eye $ or, }. he pen of the Oregon Trali, it HWarefoot the Wood-H awk a ight ht J eh, or, The Tra pper. 10 ly tk Ne bie, or, The W Tite Queen, jowa Charley the Waite Mustanger. 189 Judge Lynch, Jr.t or, The Boy Viiiante. 155 Gold Tr er, the Sport; or, The Girl Avenger, 169 Tornado Toms or, injun Jack From Red Core, 188 Ned Temple, the Border Boy. 8 asm AM, or, The Qneen of Fate’s Revenge. Navajo Nick, the Boy Gold Hunter. 15 Coptaia. Bullet; or, yrittle Tooksotts Crasade. 1 Plucky Phil; or, Roas, the Ret Jeze 1 Bill Bravos or, Tie Roughs of the Rockies. 5 Captain Apolin, the 3 -Pin of Bowle, 7 The Buckskin Detective. ‘ie Old Winch; or, The Buckskin Drsperaives, 4 » numite Pan ¢ or, The Bowle Blade of @ochetopa. i ° Nee etewne An or, The Trigger Bar Bully. d Eclipse mp Curd of Arizona, The at aedn tor, The Terror of Take-Natlea. s, Bevsgey or, The Rath of the Lasso. tices Paths pry R Thunderbolt’s Secret. ; G3 Fy und ‘v Seas or The Terrible Six. 6 Velvet Foot, the Indian Detective. , é spt n Cutlass 3 or, he B‘ccaneer’s Girl Foe. » Rebs or, The twin Champions of Blue Blazes, » ier basno’ om, or, The Rose of Ranch Robin. clk Fox, the Boy Spotter. Tramp, the Burder Rattler, hit ta the New York egy vaya res; or, he olfe’s Pigeon, Asin tr tty; BN The Last Man of Keno Bar, hadow or, Felix Fox’s Hunt. port; brig The a er Spetter. ea ae One-Eved’S port. 4 Bape Ferret. Dick, ees Sp Naga reiee er Dick*s Bes ana Falcon wee Bowery *Bhadows. = fe Dilek he Dock Ferret "Ferret & Double; or, "Phe Rival Boy Detectives. a) Desperate Case. jocq. Tee hadows. e' ck’s Dro the Street Sin Detective. iat, the Gold Sherk; or, Tony Sharp on Guard. Be 2 e pas Fo " No Double Numbers. BY COLONEL PRENTISS INGRAHAM, 1 Mee ot Flying Vankee; or, The Ocean Outcast. Ralph Roy, the Boy Buccancer; or, The Fugitive Yacht, Diamond Dirk Lee The Mystery of the Yellowstone, The Shadow Ship}; or, The Rival Lieutenants. th The Boy Duelist; or, The Cruise of the Sea-Wolf. 02 Dick Dend-Eye, the Boy Sinuggier. 11 The Sea-Devyil; or, The Midshipman’ 3 Legacy 116 The Hussar C apratn 3 or, The Hermit ot Hall Gate. 197 Little Grit; or, Bessie, the Stock-Tender’s Daughter. ad 4 Gold Plume ; or, The Kid-Glove Sport. 216 Bison BILL, the Prince of the Reins. 222 Grit, the Bravo Sport; or, T he Woman Trailer. 229 Crimson Kate; or, The Cow boy’s Triumph, 287 Lone Star, the Cowboy Ca stain. 245 Merle, the Middy The Freelance Heir. 250 The Midshipman lutineer; or, Brandt, the Buccaneer, 264 4 Be Floating Feather; or, Merle Monte’s Treasure sland, 269 The Gold Ship; or, Merle, the Condemned. 276 Merle Monte’s Cruise; or, The Chase of “The Gold Mp 280 Merle Monte’s Fate; or, Pearl, the Pirate’s Bride, 284 The Sea Marauder} or, Merle Monte’s Pledge. 287 Billy Blue-EKyes, the Boy Rover of the Rio Grande, $04 The Dead Shot Dandy 3 or, Benito, the Boy Bugler, 808 Keno Kit; or, Dead Shot Dandy’s Double. 814 bie Mysterious Marauder; or, The Boy Bugler’s Long ra ore Bonodel, the Buy Rover}; or, The Flagleas Schooner. 88 The Indian Pilot; or, The Search for Pirate Island, Bat Warpath Will, the Boy Phantom. 898 Seawalf, the Boy Lieutenant. 402 lIaodor, the Young Samal rator; or, The Fatal League, 407 The Boy Insurgent; or, The Cuban Vendetta, 412 The Wild Yachtaman; ik ey War-Cloua’s Cruise, 429 Duncan Dare, the Boy Refuge 488 A Cabin Boy’s Luck; or, 487 The Sea Raider. 441 The Ocean Firefly; or, A Middy’s Vengeance. 6 Waphazard Harry 5 or, The Scapegrace of the Sea, 450 Wizard Will: or, The Boy Ferret of New York. 454 Wizard Wills Street Scouts, 462 The Born Galde; or, The Sailor Boy Wanderer. 468 Neptune Ned, the Boy, Couster. 474 Florays or, Wizard Will’s Vagabond Pard. 488 Ferreta Afloat; or, Wizard Will’s Last Case, AST Nevada Ned, the Revoiver Kanger. ADDS arene doe the Boy Pard of Texas Jack, 497 I Taylor, King of thy Cowboys. 508 he Royal Middy ¢ or, The Shark and the Sea Cat 507 The Hunted Midaki “ea 511 The Outlawed Mid 520 Buckskin BI, the Coniasicbe Shadow, 525, Brothers in Buckskin. 580 The Buckskin Bowers. 585 The Buekskin Rovers. 540 Captain Ku-Klux, the Marauder of the Rie, 545 Lieutenant Leo, the Son of Lafitte. 550 Lafitte’s Legacy; or. The Avenging Son. ) Corsair. 555 The Creole Corsair. 560 Pawnee Ji, the Prairie Shadowor. 565 Kent Kingdon, the Card King. 570 Camille, the Card Queen. 575 The Surgeon-Scout Detective. 580 The Outeast Cadet; or, The False Detective, 586 The Buckskin Avenger. 591 Delmonte, the Young Sea-Rover. 597 The Young Texan Detective, 602 The Vagabond of the Mines, 607 The Rover Detective; or, Keno Kit’e Champions, 617 Ralph, the Dead-Shot Scout; or, The Raiders and the Red Riders of the Kio, BY BUFFALO BILL (fon, Wm. da tec 8 Kansas King; or, The Red Right Hand. 19 The Phantom Spy: or, The Pilot of the Prairie. 55 Deadly-Eye, the Unknown Secut. 68 Border Robin Hoody; or, The Prairie Rover. 158 Fancy Frank of Colorade; or, The Trapper’a Trost, LATEST AND NEW ISSUES. 626 ae ot Thgmaa Pards; or, The Luelfer ofSilver Bar, By ( ~ jarbaagh, \ 627 bie Bruce of Arkansas; or, The Wolf in the Fold. By Charles Morris. 628 Broadway Billy's Dead Acts or, The Lengue of the Sworn Seven. J.C, Cowdrick. 629 Violet Yane, the Velvet Sport; 7 The Jubilee Dosis By Wm. G. Patten. - . 680 Dead aa Dick, Jr. in No Mawe Land or, Goleond the Gladiator, By Ed. L. Wheeler. ud m 681 Tom Cat’s Terrible Task; or, The Cowboy Detective's Own Case. By Lieut. A. K. Sims, 682 The Dead Detective’s Double. By Gerald Carlton, ky Paul, the Bo ory The Deadwood Des a pander st Ianinge ea we Osbon ‘f a 4 ba ing rl, the ay Pn or, The True Hearts of Red Fr ek ne By Bucks : 685 Oklahoma TM, the HnCont Scont; or, The Bvomer’s Last Battle. By P. 8, Warn 686 Deadwood Dick, Ir. peer the © Queer} or, Sawdust Sam’s Last Green Game. | 682 Dich Donn, the Dock a hh es or, Lynx agpinst Fox. . Uarbangh. 688 Tom-Cavn: Priamphs or, Black Ivan’s Great Combine. By Lieut, A. K. Sims, 689 Sunriox Saul, the Express-Train Ferret, By Jo, Pleree. Ready October 22, Beth, the Centaur of the Circle. By J. on Barcbc Ke Ostober 29, ; r 7 bed A New Yesue Every Tuesday. 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