Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 648) (1889 12 24)
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a — a i 3 » dolatallataltalalalalaballaly/ ae ; | eye \\ WA WO I Numene | |} Naan er, Ors ey : Ay fA : fl jpee . rm. “ , ~ OIE gin ear ey Bit la mM Sper ibeet eer abl 1s A iG |) ae ‘oad Neal NS j Entered Decembér 24, 1889, a re ee es No, 648) Pee8. SGens. WoL XXY, noes ~ \\ WAN AN A YY A Race for a Ruthless Rogue BY ED. L. WHEELER, AUTHOR OF ** DENVER DOLL,” AND ‘* DEADWOOD DICK ” NOVELS, CHAPTER I. A STRANGE CASE. WueEn Deadwood Dick, prince of detectives, left New York to attend to his peculiar case in Buffalo, he did not close up his New York office, but left it in charge of a veteran detective whose acquaintance he had made through an in- troduction by Inspector Byrnes. What this detective’s real name was probably DICK COMPREHENDED, IN AN INSTANT. THE TRUTH. THE POOR GIRL WAS INDEED not one in ten was aware. He was known to ‘ RELEASED FROM MONKS CONTROL, the force.as OJd Grunt, and will carry the name
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ye) Deadwood Dick’s Chase Acre ; the Continent. as lovg as he lives, which will not be long, as he is now nearing his seventies, Despite his age, however, he is one of the shrewdest, slyest and craftiest ferrets in the pro- fession. , He took a liking to Dick, and Dick to him, at sight, and thus it was that Dick left Old Grunt in charge of his headquarters when he went to Buffalo. Naturally enough, when Dick and Billy arrived back in Gotham, they went straight to the office, and found Old Grunt enjoying his grimy pipe. He was an odd-looking character, to say the least, Having been through two wars, and in- numerable fracases in his detective experience, his face and hands were literally covered with scars. He sported a beard, but the growth was never known to have got beyond a mere stubble. His face seemed never to part with its surly expression, and he had a habit of grunting at the slightest incentive to excitement. et, depsite his sour aspect and grunts, the veteran had a sound heart in him, and was never known to go back on a friend, When Dick and Billy entered the office he ae to his feet with an exclamation of de- t ‘* Jumpin’ Jerusha! are ye back, boys? Darn my socks, ef I ain’t glad to see ye, an’ both lookin’ right peart, too!” And there was a general hand-shaking. apie I dare say, better than we feel,” Dick replied. ‘‘I,for my part, feel pretty tired. As I grow older, railroad travel don’t seem to agree with me,” : “As you grow older ? Why, gracious, me son, ye’r’ only a baby yet! ait till ye’r as old as Old Grunt, and then ye kin talk!” ** Anything been doing since I’ve been gone?” -asked Dick, “No, not until a little while ago. Then a man came and wanted to see you. He had an important job for you, he said, which, if you were successful in accomplishin’, would fetch ye in a fortune.” ‘**' Who was the man?” ‘* His name is Malcolm Edwards, Here is his card. Hesaid he was in a great hurry, but I told him if he would wait a few hours you might be here, as ye was liable to return at any minnit.” “Who sent him?” ‘‘Inspector Byrnes. It seems Byrnes has use for all of his trusted men just now, on account of the car strike,” ‘* How long since did this gentleman call?’ Not over an hourago. He said be’d wait till toward evening,” “Well, Pl go and see him,” Didk decided. ** Is he a man you know anything about?” ‘*Not personally, I have heard of him how- ever, He spent most of bis latter life in Brazil, where he is said ter hey accumulated an im- mense fortune, loomin’ up inter the millions. On his return, he bought a house on Fifth avenue, where he has since resided, Little bas been seen of him, however, as he has, with his daughter, and two cousins, led the life of a recluse.” “Well, I will goand pay hima visit. If we come to terms, will you remain in charge of the office?” “ Yes.” ‘*O, K., then. Come, Billy. We will call on Mr. Malcolm Edwards.” So they took their departure, and to the resi- dence of Mr. Edwards they then went. It was evident that Mr. Edwards had _ pros- pered in Brazil, for he occupied a most elegant mansion, and the interior was furnished with the Sumptuousness of lavish riches, wood fire burnt in the open fireplace, and before this Mr, Malcolm Edwards was seated, in see pa , : 6 was a man of perhaps fifty years of age— not more. His hair and ful! Bowler beard ae quite gray, but his figure was robust, and his face genial, 4 He was well dressed, after a quiet fashion, and arose to meet his guests, pleasantly. Good-morning, gentlemen! Whom have I the houor of meeting?” he asked, placing a couple of chairs, ‘“* My name is Bristol, and the lad, here, is m young assistant, William Bucket,” Dick replied. a I believe, are Mr. Malcolm Edwards?” m, sir?” Of what service can I be to you, who said you were one of the cleverest men in your profession, Are your services at liberty?” ** Well, yes. I have nothing to doin particu- lar, just now.” « ‘“Then, I wish to engage your services. I have one detective on the job, already, but Iam not at all sanguine of his success,” _~ * What is bis name?” Dick asked. ‘*It is Walter Steele, I want you to under- take a pecular job, anda hard one, too, that will require you to exercise all your wits, If you succeed, I'll give a thousand dollars, Be- sides that, I will pay you and your companion ‘each ten dollars a day and your traveling ex- penses. Is that fair?’ ‘*Perfectly satisfactory,” Dick responded, *“ Now, then, what is the case in question?” Well, P'll tell you. ‘** Nearly all my life was spent in Brazil, either at stock-raising or in the diamond fields—mostly in the latter, wkere I accumulated a consider- able fortune, .Then I was seized with a yearn- ing to come back here to my native country, and I cams, accompanied by my daughter, Evelyn, an only ehild. ‘‘Evelyn was bor) and bred in Brazil, and received her education in Rio Janeiro, When she was only fifteen, a rich Brazilian, on her mother’s side, died and left her a handsome for- tune in her ownright, to be paid to her in hand, without executors, or any other red-tape tecbni- calities, “ Now, this great wiridfall would have turned the head of many another girl, but it didn’t that of my Evelyn. She simply put it away in ber trunk, and said it should remain there until she should see a good chance to invest it, I did not worry a whit about it, for I knew my daughter was not rattle-headed, like most other girls.” “How much money did your daughter fall heir to?’ Dick interrogated. “A quarter of a million.” ‘* Phew! big sum for a child, I should say.” “Well, yes. Buti placed the most implicit trust in Evelyn, who had always been a loving and obedient daugbter to me. . * When ml was seventeen, we came to New York and located in this house, which be- longs tome, At eighteen she was permitted to enter society, and soon became a reigning belle. Her admirers were many, and her suitors not a few. ‘* As for myself, I did not go into business, having pleaty of money to carry me through life, i attended the races, ball-matches and theaters, joined a popular club, bought a steam- ywtat, and sporie@t atodt generally. ~ , ‘Asa consequence, I was but little at home to look after my daughter, ; ** Finally, a friend of mine hinted to me that I had better keep a weather eye out—that Evelyn seemed to be taking kindly to the atten- tions of a man of obscure parentage who, in some way, had managed to work his way into society, and was not supposed to be worth more than the dress-suit he wore. He was known as Mora Monk, and, it was whispered about that he was a mesmerist of rather extraordinary wer, ‘Well, you may calcalate that this set me to thinking, and I concluded to set aside some of my own pleasures, in order to look after the welfare of my child. “*T inquired of my friends if this Mora Monk worked anywhere, and received a reply in the negative. No one knew that he worked, no one knew where he lived—in fact, nobody,knew any- thing particularly about him, more than that he managed to nose his way into most social pester inay resplendent in dress-suit, and sport- ng a diamond pin and heavy chain! ‘He has a graceful figure, a handsomely-cut face, impressionable brown eyes, blonde hair, and a rather daintily graceful mustache to match, “TI called Evelyn into conference, and de- manded to know all’ about the fellow, She said he was a gentleifiun, and that the report that he was a mesmerist was a malicious falsehood, — ‘To test the matter, I bade her to invite him to dine with us, and he came promptly. “Now that I remember the nerve and _ ef- frontery of that scoundrel, it makes my flesh creep to think what this world is coming to, One cau’t throw a stone, nowadays, without hit- ting a blackleg or adventurer. ‘ ‘“* But, detective, I am not ashamed to admit “T am a detective, and my office attendant | one thing!” said ou wanted to see me,” , understand. You are Deadwood Dick?” we sometimes so-called.” Then you are indeed the very man I want to see,” Mr, Edwards declared, heartily. “ You were recommended to me by Inspector Byrnes, ‘What is that? The fellow took you in?” “Yes, won my favor from the start. He was pleasant, jocose, well-acquainted with all parts of the world, finely educated, being able to speak several languages, and was a polished and brilliant conversationalist, } ‘¢Such an impression did he make on me, and so good were his references—(be claimed to ke New York correspondent of the Chicago Inter- Ocean)—that I concluded not to make any pre- sent interference, but wait, and keep watch, ‘“*T somehow could not bring myself to he- lieve that Mora Monk was as black as he was pictured, ‘ “Well, matters glided along, until about a week ago, when the crash came, I was down on ’Change the other day, when I encountered the old friend who had given me the first warn- ing. ‘Just the man I wanted to see, Edwards,’ he said, ‘Whatdo you want of me? I asked. ‘Why weren’t you at my house to the tableaum — vivants last night? he asked. ‘Too tired,’ l re- plied. ‘Why, what was the particular attrac- tions? I’m getting too old for that sort of thing. Leave that for the young folks. “OMy daughter was there, was she not?’ I ventured, ‘ Yes, she was; and Edwards, I’ve got something ~~ you that will startle you.’ * What? what? I: demanded, the blow? he asked. ‘I can stand aI a said, desperately. ‘ Then, listen,’ said he, ‘ Mora Monk has got Evelyn completely under his mes- meric control, and, by virtue of mind and will _ power, can, by the simple lifting of bis finger, make her submissive to his will and do Whatso- ever he chooses, Why, last night be caused her to cut up a number of didoes without even speaking to her.’ ‘* Well, sir, I waited to hearnomore. Nearly blind with rage, I rushed to Monk’s lodgings, murder in my heart; but Monk was gone—had been absent for several hours. I[ rushed home. Evelyn was gone, So was her wardrobe, All was gone!” ae . Here Malcolm wiped the perspiration from his forehead. CHAPTER II. MRS, O'MALLEY TALKS. : Dick allowed the old man time to recover his composure ere he spoke again; then he said: “You think your daughter eloped with Mora Monk, and took her fortune with ber?” } ‘‘ Yes, there can be no doubtof it. By his peculiar influence he has got my poor child en- tirely in his power. He has subjected her will power completely. It has been his scheme all along to get her under bis will-control, so he could get possession of her fortune, and at last he has succeeded.” } ‘¢ How old a man is this Monk?” “ Less than thirty.” Spiiy ‘Had he any Betulieniter of appearance so that he could be graph?” ‘None, 80 faras I know, other than what I have told you of.” , 5 ‘* Where did he have his lodgings?” ‘¢ Number —— Macdougal street, nished room house.” ‘Did none of your servants know of your daughter’s departure?” ‘* They did not.” ‘* When did Steele take the trail?” ““ Day before yesterday.” ‘¢ And which direction did he go?” ‘“*T am not sure; but I think to the East,” “Then, I'll take the opposite course,” Dick decided. ‘‘If Monk and your daughter have left town at all, they have, in all probability, gone West, where they would be less likely to be discovered by the detectives and the police. Don’t you think so?” “It is possible, and I think it may be prob- able,” Edwards replied, ‘The scoundrel will want to get as far away from my vengeance as he conveniently can.” ’ “Well, before we arrange auy definite plan of action, I'll take a turn about and learn what I can of this | Monk, I may be able to pick up some points. Hy True! I had not thought of that, You shall have all the money you may require, @ d you need not feel backward about spending it.” He went to his huge safe, and returning, placed a large roll of bills in Dick’s band, ‘Take it,” he said, ‘‘and use it as you may think best,” we ie Bidding Billy follow, Dick took his de re, striking out for Macdougal street, where the late lodging-place of Monk was soon spo It wasa plain brick, four stories and base- ment, and had evidently seen the storms of many winters. . Mounting the front steps, Dick gave the door- bell a vigorous jerk, Billy remaining on the side- walk. The summons was answered by a broad- shouldered woman, one of Hibernia’s own, with a full, red face, hair to match, and a pug nose. It’s a fur- ‘Can you stand: escribed and hunted by tele- ,
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i —_ She was slatternly dressed, in a dirty gown, the sleeves of which were rolled up over her freckled arms to the elbows. Before the door had opened Dick noticed up- on it a plate bearing the inscription: “Mrs, Bripdet O'MALLEY, * Boarding.” So, jumping at a conclusion, Dick said; “Ah! excuse me, madam, but have I the honor of addressing Mrs, O’Malley, the land- lady?” “'Yis, sor. Is it board yez be wantin’, for if it is, shure I can’t take yes, as I’m all full!” ‘No, madam, we are not looking for board, but I came to pay a call upon Mr. Mora Monk, my brotber, whom I have not seen for years!” ** Your brother, sor?” f “Yes, madam, Will Fe be kind enough to conduct me to his room ** He hain’t here no more, sor.” ‘Not here? Why, then, did he write me to meet him here?” “TJ don’t know, sor. He went away all ava suddint, an’ it’s not the loikes av him I’ve seen since.” ~ ‘‘ Where did he go to?” _“* Faith, an’? how should I know? I wasn’t afther follerin’ him.” ‘* Yet, you no doubt overheard him ‘let some word drop concerning his destination?” ‘* Nary word, sor.” ‘*Now, look here, my good woman,” said Dick, with much sternness, ‘‘don’t you try to stuff me up with any lies, for I won’t have it. I must know the truth!” “Shure, sor, I ain’t tellin’ ye no lies.” **'Yes, you are. I can read it right in your face. You know something about where Mora Monk went, if not all!” ‘*No, sor, [do not. [f that is aJl yez come here to foind out, yez can go away, bedad,” **Not yet, Bridget! Mrs, O’Malley, you are not a rich woman, | take it?” * Indade I’m not, sor, and it’s a moighty hard time I have to make inds meet.” “Sol gina Now, I will tell you what I propose. will give you a nice little sum to open your mouth, and tell me all you know about Mora, and where he has gone, or I will take you to the police station and keep you there until you do tell, You can choose which- ever alternative suits you best, O’Mally was frightened. She had a houseful of boarders, and if dragged off and locked up, even for = day, she would lose them... How- ever, she wasemfty, >7en in her alarm, et ho are you?” she demanded. ““T am a detective!” “ How much will yez give to know what little I have to tell, sor?” ‘* Fifty dollars, if you tell all you know,” Dick replicon. mptly. eit: A earrath anything to yez at all, it be wurruth a hundred,” declared Mrs, O'Malley, snug little parlor, which, however, savored very strongly of frying grease and onions, The two detectives took chairs, while Mrs. O'Malley remained standing, with arms akimbo, ** Now then, my good woman, let’s hear what you know about Monk and his whereabouts.” **The money fearst, ef ye pl’aze, sor. Money fore pleasure, always, **Oh, of course! Here’s the amount; now, do please goahead.” “ Well, sir, it’s moighty little [ have to tell yez; ye can cross yourself onthat. Mora Monk has been my boarder for about three months, and during that time has conducted himself re- spectfully, sor. He paid his bills reg’lar, sor, an’ faith he made the least trouble of any one in. the house, I —— — — didn’t know, Was it her wedding trip? She didn’t know. Iaxed her if she intended to re- turn to New York? She didn’t know. ‘Phat the divil do you know? 1 was tempted to ax her, but, I didn’t. Durin’ all this time she had kept her vail down, so I couldn’t see her face,” “Well?” ‘* By an’ by Monk came with the hack, and as they drove away, I heard Monk shout to the driver: ‘Taylor’s Hotel.’ That’s all I know about it, sor.” ‘Thank you! left the house. _ ‘* Where is Taylor’s Hotel?” Dick asked when they were outside, ‘* Over in Jersey City, boss!” Had they struck the trail in the start? ; CHAPTER [Il |. WHERE HEATH COMES IN. ‘© WELL, .our visit to Macdougal street,” Come, Billy,” and the twain . Dick remarked, as he and Billy burried back toward the residence of Edwards, ‘“‘ bids fair not to turn ont so bad, after ail.” “Dye , think the runaways went over to t They may not have stayed there; most likely they did not. Is the hotel near either of the depots?” ‘* Only a few steps from the Pennsylvania and a twenty minutes car-ride to the Erie, Aire ye goin’ ter give chase, boss?” ‘*T shall have to see Edwards before I can tell definitely about that. He may not want to spare the cash for a trip that might carry us around the world!” They at length reached the gentleman’s hand- some residence, and were ushered into his presence, ; He was lying upon a sofain the parlor, but immediately arose with an eager expression of countenance on their ehtrance, ‘© Well, what news?” he demanded, visibly ex- cited and expectant. ‘‘Have you discovered the least clew?” ‘“t A very slight one,” Bristol replied, ‘‘ and yet withal it may bea lead. Listen and I will ex- plain.” Which he did, expressing regret, however, at having paid so much for the woman’s confession. “Tut! tat!” uttered Mr. Edwards. ‘ Had it been ten times that amount, I should not have grumbled. Tl find and reclaim my daughter if it costs me every farthing I’m worth, and Pil kill the scoundrel that abducted her! * My luggage is already packed,” he went on, ‘Sand lam ready for departure whenever you are. Be as expeditious as you can, asl amin constant torture of mind.” “*T will,” Dick assured, ‘‘ Before making any positive move, I want to visit Jersey City, and makes a few inquiries there,” Just then the door-bell rung, ‘*! wonder who that can be?’ Malcolm Ed- wards queried. plained: : “My nephews, Lewis and Jackson Heath—the only relatives I have living. They would be my heirs at-law, should Evelyn die before I find her.” “God forbid that!” Dick rejoined, to which the gentleman responded, ‘‘ Amen!” Just then the door opened, and the two young menentered, -. To use an Arizonian’s comparison, they re- sembled each other “about as nearly as a mule and a saw-horse.” Lew Heath was twenty-three years old, tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, and manly-looking. He had a good-natured, round face, piercing brown eyes, and bair and mustache of the same hue. He was plainly-dressed, and there ‘was nothing of affectation in manners or speech, Deadwood Dick’s Chase Across the Continent. 3 my employ. Messrs. Bristol and Bucket, my Repeats ew and Jack Heath,” he introduction was duly acknowledged, and then all hands became seated, ‘Yes, we thought we’d run over and see if you had got any tidings from Evelyn,” Lew ob- served, ; “T am sorry to say we have not—that is, nothing to speak of.” **No, nor you won’t have,” ke up Jack Heath, with a sardonic grin. ‘If Eve’s gone off with that feller, and taken her sugar alo with her, you mark my words she’s sm enough to keep out o’ your reach, or your de- tective’s, either. She didn’t skip by the light of the moon, under no mesmeric influence, don’t fear, unless infatuation is mesmerism. One of these so-called mesmerists tried his arts on me once, but he might as well bave bucked his head. against a stone wall.” ““T doubt if lightning would faze you, Jack!” said Edwards, with a shrug, ** Never tried it,” was the reply. Conversation ran on for a while; then wine was produced and lightly partaken of, after: which Dick and Billy took their leave for the igs 9 of visiting Jersey City. ‘* Boss,” said Billy, “I guess you and me <0 ae one another tolerably well by this time, eh ‘ ‘You bet, my boy. What’s on your mind now? Unburden yourself,” ** Boss, I don’t like that dwarf fer a cent!” “You don’t? Well, then, you and I are of about the same mind, Billy. All the good in him could be scraped up and putin a pint cup, if Iam not much mistaken in my opinion,” ‘You bet! If Mr. Edwards’s darter should kick the bucket—mind, I don’t mean this Bucket what is oratin’—tbat dwarf would just jump clear out o’ his shirt fer joy!” “Tve an idea such an event would delight him. It won’t do any harm to keep an eye on him, in case we run across him «gain. I be- lieve there’s mischief in the fellow.” “Pl kick the Bucket, the young oaken Bucket, the bootblackin’ Bucket, that wished all boots well, ef thar ain’t, boss. I’m sure cfit! Leave it ter me, and Pl find out. You go on over ter Jersey and investergate there. I’]l remain here, Ef I dont catch no eels, why you'll find me at the old man’s,” When they reached Cortlandt Street Ferry, pi the Sixth Avenue Elevated Railway, Dick Said: “Well, maybe. you’d better stay this gide.. But remain around here and keep as much out” of sight as possible,” “Why, boss?” ‘“We may have been followed, There’s no telling.” ‘ ‘* By the dwarf?” ‘““ Ay! by either of the cousins, if Edwards did not know enough not to let them into our matters. Both would bave a claim upon Mal- colm Edwards's leavings, on bis death, in case he 7 a £ with a weather eye to business. A servant directly appeared. did not make a will to the contrary. This of a “Then, a hundred it shall be,” Dick asserted. ‘¢ Masters Lew and Jack!” he announced, course, providing Evelyn dies first.” ¥ “Well, sor, walk right in,” Mrs, O'Malley; ‘Show them in.” “Do you think she will?” ys said, and Dick and Billy follower her into a Then, turning to Dick, the gentleman ex- **T wouldn’t like to insure her life, heavily, and run the risks, seeing what reasons there are for getting her out of the way.” Dick crossed over the river but Billy remained on the New York side, and paced thoughtfully up and down West street, his bright eyes ever on the alert. And not without a good return for his watch- fulness for, ere long, he saw Lew and Jack Heath coming down Cortlandt street, toward the ferry, side by side. They were conversing earnestly and apparent- ly the topic of their conversation was most in- teresting. Billy edged as near to where they passed, as possible without discovery, but only caught the few words. ‘* He must not start.” ‘* When he me he was goin’ to l’ave I felt Jack Heath was a buman oddity, * Pshaw!” be?" r’ale sorry, for he was such a nice, pisses gin- He was not over four feet in height, but large ‘‘Tsay no! He’s the shrewdest—” Tey tleman. T didn’t ax him where he was after | of trunk and limb, and upon his back was a It was Jack Heath who uttered the first and \vip goin’, for I make it a point, sor, not to keep my- | fearful hump, which gave him a stooped ap- | last sentences, \ self posted on my boarders’ business, If I did, pasrence when he walked. He was about of | ‘He mustn’t start, hey?’ muttered the boy \ Yd be afther havin’ my hands full ivery minute | his cousin’s age—for cousins they were, coming | detective. ‘ Well, this will be news for Dickey, i av me life.” of two different families. Hum! guess [ll go over to Jersey, too. Things | “*A very laudable course to pursue, madam. He possessed a face of peculiar expression, | is lookin’ up like a poppy.” ie Go on!” : and irregular feature, which with his big, bulg- | The Heaths had gone aboard the ferry-boat, § ** Well, the mornin’ he was to go, he brought | ing, owl-like gray eyes, pug-nose and red hair, | and Billy bad barely time to get a » when oe: as a young lady here, and wanted to know if she | gave him really an ugly aspect, the chains clanked, the waters swashed, and the my could sit in my parlor while he went for a hack. ® wore no beard, and his attire was much | boat started. bea, Fo I told him yes, , : more fastidious than that of Lew Heath, Lew and Jack Heath had gone to the front’of While he was gone, shure, I tried to inter- “Ah! boys, is it you?” and Malcolm Ed- | the boat but Billy did not dare venture that far, a tain the lady, but she wouldn’t talk, only by | wards advanced and shook them by the hand. | for fear of discovery, . Por jerks. I axed her ef she was goin’ on a journey, | “I wasn’t expecting you. Allow me tointroduce | Wher. the boat landed there was a general dis- "4 and she said yes. I axed her if it was far? She | you to Messrs, Bristol and Bucket, detectives in | embarkation. a - ea he ‘ i] + \ es y ds a | ~ :
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& Sew ema roe Deadwood Dick’s Chase Across the Continent. —_—— The cousins wandered about for a while through the principal streets, and finally entered a covered heer-garden, where were plenty of chairs and tables, - Fortunately, for Billy, the tables were pretty close together, and he slipped around, and got a seat at a table adjoining, so that his back was to Lew Heath’s face, and to Jack Heath's back. Thus, without being noticed he could eat oys- ters, and listen—drinkin, as it were, the sub- stance of the conspirators’ conversation. The Heaths ordered several beers, but did not seem to get down to kusiness, Finally Jack Heath said: ‘* Well, Lew, I’ve given ye time to decide, What are ye goin’ to do?” “Oh! Jack! I cannot. I would be a scoun- drel, an ingrate, and a coward.” “You have your choice. You know the con- uences.” * Well, I must stand them; I cannot BO back on uncle, who has always used me so well.” **But, look. ye! You’ve not a copper, nor any thiug to raise one on, have you?” * That is true.” “Then, why not be considerate of your own interests?” **T cannot,” ‘Then, pay for this beer. The waiter will settle with you,” and rising, the young ruffian stalked out of the garden. Léwis Heath gazed after him, white with ter- ror. Had be committed some crime, and was fearful. of being betrayed? or was it because he was not able to pay for the beer, and was ap- mtg of being placed in the hands of the ice Billy Bucket was on the alert, He under- stood the situation toesougely. He at once arose, and going to Heath’s table, sat down. ‘““What’s the matter, chum? Did der bloke leave yer in de lurch, ’cause ef he did, you’re all right. Here, waiter, how much fer de lager?” ‘Thirty cents.” “Correct. Bring us some more, an’ take et out o’ that!” And the waiter bowed smilingly. . As for Lewis Heath, he sat like one in a stiu- por, but watching Billy mechanically, rather than studiously. CHAPTER IV. STILL ON THE CHASE, On his arrival in Jersey City, Deadwood Dick went at once to Taylor’s Hotel, and after intro- ducing himself, asked permission to examine the register, which was accorded him, The search revealed nothing more than the following: ‘““M, Monk & Wiru, New York.” **They’ve been here, sure enough,” Dick mused, ‘I wonder if they are heve now?” 4 He called the clerk’s attention to the registra- on, “Do you remember those parties?” he in- quired. **Quite well, sir.” * Are they here now?” **Oh! no. They only remained part of the day, while the gentleman attended to some busi- ness about town, His lady remained here, until he was ready to depart.” ** Do you know where they went to?” oc I do not,” 1 ** Did they go off on the cars?” “They did.” _.f “Which road did they take?” “The Pennsylvania route; at least I think they did, as they got a boy to carry their sachels there. I think I know of a way you can find out where they were ticketed for. +“ How? ‘By Tommy Keefe, a messenger boy. They sent bim to procure the tickets for them.” ‘Summon the boy at once, and I'll stand treat.” ; The clerk then proceeded to work the tele- Bons, and, as a result, in a few minutes Tommy fe put in an appearance. “Tommy, do you remember the party you got the tickets for, the other day?” asked the clerk. “Yes, sir, I believe I do;—the feller with the fur cap, an’ the lady had her vail down.” “Thesame, Now, Tommy, this gentleman is a detegtive, and perbaps you can sistance to im, to your own profit.” ‘“‘ Yes, Torhmy, if you" will oblige me by an- swering a few questions, I will give you a dol- lar,” Dick ao “wT do the best I can, sir,” Tommy re- plied, eerie Si * Allright! Come and sit down.” . some as- So they went and sat down. ‘‘ Now, then, Tommy, the clerk tells me that this gentleman employed you to purchase some tickets for bim,” is Vea, air,” ** Where did you get them?!” * Over at a scalper’s office, on Broadway.” “Indeed? Where were these tickets for?” “Wor Chicago, with stop-off privileges at Buffalo, Cleveland, and Toledo.” ‘*Did you hear the man ention whether he was going any further than Chicago?” ‘* He asked me to see what a ticket would cost through to Denver. Noue could be had.” “Very well. That will do. Here is your dollar, and I’m much obliged.” Tommy took the dollar and vanished, in great ee. There was nothing more for Dick to do in Jer- sey City, so he took the ferry back to New York to hold another conversation with Malcolm Ed- wards, relative to future movements, So we will leaye him to pursue his way, and return to Billy, who had seated bimself at the table with Lew Heath. ‘‘That cousin o’ yourn is a duffer!” Billy as- serted, emphatically, ‘‘and I wonder that you assoshiate wid sech cattle as him. What did he want ye to do?” **Oh, nothing! nothing!” young Heath replied, evincing more terror, “Get out! Don’t try to foolme! I overheard your conversation, and know, from what I heard, that he has a pull on you, by which he hopes ter git ye inter some scrape, Ain’t I right?” “*T cannot answer A You were very kind to settle this bill, but I cannot answer your ques- tions, They do not concern the affair between myself and Jack.” * Now, lookee heer, mister,” and Billy brought his fist down on the table; _‘‘ I know purty near suthin’ about this scheme o’ Jack’s, He is more or less connected with the abduction of Evelyn Edwards, and you are not as white as you might be. Ain’t I right?” Lew did not answer. speechless, ‘Now, then,” continued Billy, “your cousin hes evidently beerd about my pard, Dickey of Deadwood, and knows that his ekal can’t be found in the detective perfesh. He don’t want Dick an’ me ter go nosin’ around in search 0’ Mora Monk an’ Evelyu Edwards, for fear he'll find’em, Ain’t I squee-gee, there?” Still no answer from Lewis Heath, - He was white and “Te Evelyn Edwards should never return,”.... pursued Billy—‘t for instance, if she should be found dead, why, Jack and yourself would be- come Malcolm Edwards’s heirs, Ain’t I preach- in’ prose purty plumb?” ‘¢T cannot answer your questions,” Heath said, rising. ‘“‘I am grateful for your kindnessin paying that bill—that, and nothing more. If I ever meet you again, I will return the money you expended; but you have no right to ques- tion me.” And with this, he stalked stiffly out of the room, Billy Bucket gazed after him with a whistle of astonishment. “Well, Pll be darned!” he muttered. ‘‘ That’s cool; ll be blowed if it ain’t, He didn’t ’pear ter like my medicine, somehow. Ther pill was too bitter, I guess. Wish, now, I’d’a’ let him pay his own beer bill. Well, I guess I might as well get out of here.” He left the garden, and walked as far as Tay- lor’s Hotel, but found nothing of Deadwood Dick there. ‘¢ Guess he’s back to New York,” Billy mused, “and there is where I'll go. There’s no use 0’ foolin’ around here any longer.” he recrossed the copy ie and made west direct to the Edwards's Fifth avenue residence. Both be and Deadwuod Dick arrived there at the same time, but from different directions. Mr. Edwards received them cordially. “Well, my friends, have you any good news for me?” he asked, eagerly. “The only news IJ have,” replied Dick, “is that a party registering as Monk and wife stopped for a few hours at Taylor’s Hotel, five days ago, and then started for Chicago, with tickets containing stop-off privileges at Buffalo, Cleveland and Toledo,” “Do you think they stopped off, at each of these places?” Mr, Edwards asked, ‘* Possibly, else why should they want the stop-overs? Yes, I think they stopped off at each of the three places. If they are married, and this is their beta tour, they will most likely aim to see the principal cities along the route,” “Just so. Then, giving them one, or the | best part of one day from here to Buffalo, one day in Buffalo, one at the Falls, and on to Cleveland—that’s three of the five days, One day in Cleveland, and one in Toledo, That would bring them in Chicago some time to- morrow,” * Well, yes, according to your reckoning, but they may have gone straight on to Chicago.” “ Wel , let’s hear what Master Bucket has to report, ‘Yes, spit it out, Billy!” Dick said, witha smile, ‘for I see you are spoiling to have your say.’ Bo Billy ‘sailed in,” and gave his story, to which the others listened in surprise, “*T cannot believe that my nephews would thus: willfully conspire against me and mine!” Mr. Edwards declared, with emphasis, ‘* They have been very kindly disposed toward me, and they are the last ones who would plot against” me, ‘‘ That may or may not be,” Dick responded. “Relatives, I find, are no more to be trusted;.as -¢ a rule, than perfect strangers.” “You, too, then, share in the boy’s suspi- cions?” ‘I do, _I like not the looks of Jack Heath. I believe him to be a bad egg!” ‘* Well, what’s to be done next?” “T know of but one thing—to strike out for Chicago. By reaching there in the shortest pos- sible time, we may be able to bead them off.” _ ‘““Well, perhaps you are rigbt. When shall we start?” ‘* At half-past six, by the Erie,” ‘*T will be ready.” CHAPTER V. ‘OLD MAN” MONK. AND at six and a half o’clock, Dick, Billy and Mr. Edwards were aboard a Pullman car, moy- ing out of the Jersey City Depot, en route for Chicago. But, when once well off on their way Billy tired of the rich surroundings of the luxurious Pullman and so made his way to the smok- ing-car, where to take his ease with a “ bull - re five-center,” which had become his special dissi- — pation when funds were flush, Every seatin the smoker was occupied ex- cept one beside a skinny septuagenarian, who, evidently, was fresh from the rural districts, This seat Billy proceeded to approriate unto himself, without leave or license, at which the old gent gave a grunt of displeasure, ‘(Young.man, you should always a nai sion before you bitdown™ besidéa person in a~ railway car!” he said, severely. “ Can’t see it!” Billy retorted. ‘* No one cept a giant hes a right ter two seats, As you ain’t much o’ a giant, I guess ther’s room fer two of us without squeezin’.. Have a smoke—genuine Florida Fumer!” and the gamin offered Uncle Hayseed a cigar. ““Thankee, young man. I don’t often smoke, but I'll try this for luck. You city-bred folks is awful extravagant in the matter of smoking, ain’t yef It’s astonishin’ the sight of money that is puffed away in tobacco. Why, up where I live, no one thinks of smokin’ a cigar ’eept on the Fourth o’ July and Christmas, Pipe’s good enough the rest of the time.” ‘‘ Where do you live?” queried Billy. ‘Up the road, at Savona,” ‘Ver’ a farmer, I take it.” ‘ ““T used to be. but I’m gettin’ old, and I sold out to my son, Zeke, a year ago. What's your name, young man? Ain’t you purty young to be travelin’ alone” Billy laughed. “Young!” he exclaimed. ‘I allow I’ve traveled more miles than any man you’ve got in yer town o’ Savona.” é “Not more than Squire Beals,” averred the old man, positively. : ‘¢ Well, how far bas the squire been?” ‘¢ Clean to Kansas City,” declared the old fel- low, in triumph. “Pooh! That’s nothin’!” declared the boy. ‘‘Tve been as far as Leadville, Colorado, and am now on my trip around the world—me and my partner.” ‘* Land alive! 2 don’t mean it!” , “Of course I do. S'’pose I'd say so if I didn’t?” ‘* What’s your name?” “Billy Bucket,” ‘* And what’s yer partner’s?” _ ‘Deadwood Dick. We're Jim dandies, we aire, We are the high cockolorum detectives — from ’Way Back. Now, you bet, when we git - after a feller, we never leave off the trail till we collar our man.” ‘Detectives, eh? I wonder if you mightn’t ——O * > a SS ee » ‘ ¥ as “i . 5S eee ee ‘| : ~ 7? , 4
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; _ Deadwood Dick’s Chase Across the Continent. run across my poor misguided son somewhere in your travels?”, “* Very likely,” Billy encouraged, with an eys to business, **We are after somebody’s mis- guided son, and we expect to nail him ’twixt here and ’Frisco. He’s a slippery cuss, too. Give me a retainer of ten dollars, and we’ll let you know if we find your son.” ‘Ten dollars! Jewhittaker! that’s all hay is fetchin’ a ton.” **Can’t help it. 'Them’s our terms.” ‘“ Who is the man you are searching for?” ‘* Oh, he’s a scamp of the first magnitude, a regular snoozer, The name he sails under is Mora Monk.” ' The old settler leaped to his feet with a yell, “Thunder an’ lightnin’!” he ejaculated. ** Why, darn my skin, that’s my son!” “The dickens you say! You the daddy of ther chap we’re buntin’ for?” ‘*-Yes, it must be so, for my son’s name is Mora Monk. He was always a wayward boy, desprit for spendin’ money and for EONS poker. Recently he wrote up to me that he was sick, and requested that he would be much obliged to me if I would mail him a check for two hundred dollars to defray his funeral ex- penses, as he was lying at the point of death, Now, let me tell ye, my son, I have grubbed purty hard for what few shillin’s I’ve got saved up, and I intend to hang onter ’em. Ef Mora had been a sensible, church-going sort of a lad, I would have made him my favorite. But that could not be. The devil hovered over the bed at the birth and placed his stamp on that boy, and he has been the disgrace of the family ever since,” The old gent was talking more to himself than to Billy, but the deputy was taking it allin, just the same, and jotting it down in his mental memoranda, which, having a retentive memory, he was able to do. ‘* Well,” said Billy, ‘‘ I reckon he ain’t ’zactly an angel, or else we shouldn’t be after him. You wait here. DPmsumthin’ of a detective, but not so much as my partner, [ll go and fetch ry So Billy returned to the palace car and in- formed Deadwood Dick of his ‘‘ find.” Dick of course at once proceeded to the smok- ing car, and there had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of Mr, Monk, of Savona, “So you are the father of Mora Monk, eh?” he queried. "Yes, I am.” , vee ee “\ Howdlong stitch ‘Saw him last?” oe I tis now a matter of seven yeers.” “When you parted, did you part friends?” ** Well, no, I can’t say we did. Mora wanted money, and I didn’t have any, ’cept what was tied up in the bank. So he got in a huff, forged my uname for two hundred dollars, drew the money, and left for parts unknown, That?’s the last I heard of him, until I received the letter, of which I was telling your young friend.” *““You came on to New York, purposely to ‘see your son?” “ Yes.” ** And you didn’t find him?” “T did not. I went to the place where he told me to come, but, he wasn’t there. So I started back for home,” > This was all that could be elicited from Heze~ kiah Monk, of Savona, so Dick and deputy directly withdrew to the palace car, The train steamed on through the night, nois- ily—a flying thing, literally, with a hundred lurid eyes. At Middletown the conductor announced that the train would be detained ahout ten minutes, through a trifling accident to the engine, and passengers who wanted to get a lunch, would have the opportunity; so, bidding Billy remain where he was, Dick left the car ‘to get some sandwiches and fruit, He made the purchases, and was about return- ing to the car, when some one ran slap up against him, with a force that sent him to the platform on his back, causing his purchases to scatter in all directions. Ever agile, the detective was on his feet in an instant, to find himself face to face with Jack Heath, upon whose face was a demoniac grin. “*Curse you,” cried Dick, “did you run inst me, on purpose?” “Certainly not!” Jack replied, “but, if ye give me any 0” your lip, Pll run you down again!” Heath asseverated, evidently bent ona row, for some reason best known to himself, Dick made no reply. The locomotive whistle had shrieked, and the train was beginning to = from the station, so no time was to be ote | t. ' Hauling off, Dick dealt the young ruffian a = blow full in the face, and knocked him down— and had just time to jump aboard the last car of the train. Dick saw the discomfited train spy struggle to his feet, and endeavor to overtake the train; but sy was no use; the locomotive was too much for nim. When Dick re-entered the car, he found both Billy and Mr. Edwards considerably excited, ‘*We thoucht you had got left!” the latter said, .v it, Did you see the racket on ee ‘Youre satisfied, now, are you, that Jack Heath is a scamp?” ‘*T am beginning to believe there is something wrong, else why should he be on this train?” “That's it, exactly. He has been dogging us,” **T never would yauo believed it, had I not seen him on the station platform.” ‘* Well, he is left behind, now, anyhow, and it will make him hustle to overtake us,” Billy Bucket was more thoroughly posted as to railroad matters than Dick, ‘*He can overtake us, boss,” he announced. ‘Section Number 2 follows this train, two hours later, and gains on us, so that when we arrive in Hornellsville, it will reach there only twenty minutes after Section one. There, very likely, we will meet Mr. Jack.” “‘Tf we do it will be the worse for him,” was Dick’s remark, “Don’t be rash, Mr. Bristol,” Mr. Edwards urged, ‘The young man may mean all for the best.’ ‘*T am sure of that,” Dick returned, with sar- casm. ‘‘{All for the best for himself!” ‘Well, maybe so. Yet, I cannot believe that Jack, whom I have always been so friendly with since my return from Brazil, would willfully plot against me!” ‘‘He’s a pin-feather chump,” put in Billy. ‘¢ He don’t know enough to be a villain.” When the train arrived at Elmira, Dick went into the smoking-car to see if old Monk was still there. But he was not. Dick then made a tour of the train, in search of him, but all to no avail. The old man from Savona apparently was not aboard, Where he had disappeared to was somewhat of a mystery, as the train had not stopped except at the principal stations, “This is strange!” Dick said, on returning to their car, and communicating the discovery he had made, “Yl bef that old skin is one of the gang!”. declared Billy. ‘He ain’t on board this train fer nothin’, und don’t yer ferget it! Mister Edwards, a bootblack’s advice mayn’t be of much account, but, if I was you, when we git inter Buffalo 1’d advise you to git yer life in- sured!” , ‘* Get my life insured? Why, what for?” “Cause I reckon it ain’t very safe. Them cousins, coupled up with Mora Monk, have a notion that they’re goin’ to do yer, and ef we don’t look out right sharp, they will, too!” Mr. Edwards cast an inquiring glance at Deadwood Dick. | Dick nodded bis approval, “JT am of the same opinion as Billy,” Dick said. ‘* Your nephews undoubtedly have a trong desire to become your heirs, and stranger things have happened than that they should seek to prevent your finding Evelyn, If Evelyn was put out of the way, and then, you were to sud- denly drop off, without leaving a will, these nephews, as next of kin, would succeed to your wealth,” . ; There was certainly logic in this, and Mr, Edwards realized it. ‘“My God! am I thus to stand in fear of being murdered?” he groaned, ‘‘ Why, I, of all men, should escape the blow of the assassin!” ‘**But it is difficult for me to believe that my nephews, whom, since my return from Brazil, I have treated so liberally, have designs upon my life, or my property.” ‘* Well, maybe they have not. But, I shall, while employed by you, keep a very sharp look- out for them!” It was just, the break of day when the train drew up in Hornellsville. There Dick got off'and took a look around, to see if he could discover anything of old Monk, or of Jack Heath; but neither were there, Section 2 joined Section 1 at this point, but the journey on to Buffalo was resumed so quick- ly that Dick had not the time to see whether Jack Heath was on board the second section or not. The train rolled into the weigh at Buffalo, and our party of three debarked to tarry over for 5 the afternoon fast train to the West, in order to give Dick time to pay a visit to the principal hotels and examine the registers. This he did, but on none of the books was the name of Mora Monk to be found, So there was nothing to do but to steer straight for Chicago. Dick returned to the Lake Shore Depot, and found Billy and Mr. Edwards awaiting his arrival with evident anxiety. ‘* Well, what appears to be the matter?” Dick asked, as he drew near. ‘“‘Seen any ghosts or goblins?” ‘“*We have seen something as significant,” Mr, Edwards replied. ‘‘My nephew, Jack, is here!” ‘““The deuce you say! When and where did you see him?” ‘** Across there, by the Merchant’s Hotel, about fifteen minutes ago, I started to meet him, and find out what be was following us up for, but, when I got out of the depot, he had disappeared, and I could not find hide nor bair of him,” ‘* How much money has Jack Heath got, to travel on?’ Dick demanded. ‘*T don’t suppose his total cash capital will ex- ceed a couple of thousand dollars. Which will be sufficient to enable him to follow us.” ‘“‘T suppose so. But, what can be his object? He cannot intend to murder us, do you think?” ‘*T am not prepared, positively, to define his motive, in following us,” Dick replied, ‘‘ but I don’t think the fellow is too good for any mean act. He certainly has an object, and what is it, if it is not bad?” “‘T am sure I don’t know.” “One thing is certain,” Dick said, grimly, “if I get my hands on him again, I'll know why he is following. I’m not fond of being shadowed, especially by a fellow like Mr. Jack Heath, and if he knows when he is well off he will take the back trail.” A watch was kept for Heath but nothing was seen of him; he evidently was ‘‘ keeping shady.” At six o’clock, the pursuers boarded the Chi- cago fast Express, and were borne away on their westward journey. This train, also, went in two sections, but Jack Heath was not on the one that carried Dead- wood Dick. CHAPTER V. NO LUCK, THE trin to Chicago, was barren of incident, On their arrival the next morning, they re- paired to the Palmer House, registered and were assigned a suite 2 pair peer rooms. After breakfast, Dick bade Mr, Edwards re- main at the hotel, while he and Billy set forth on a scouting trip. ‘Where yer goin’?” Billy inquired. ‘ What hev yer got ter start off on, as a beginnin’?” “ Not much, it is true, but something may turn up. We will try the hotel registers, first, and see what fhey pan out,” And they did so, Every hotel in Chicago—and they are a le- gion—was visited, the last one being the Hotel Grace, corner of Clark and Jackson streets, Here, inscribed upon the register, the previous day, was the following: ‘Mors Monk & Wirz, New York,” Dick’s pulse quickened, as he saw the writ- ing. He was on the trail, sure enough, and not far behind the game! , Dick immediately asked the attention of the chief clerk. ‘ “‘T am a detective,” he said, exhibiting his badge. ¢ ‘“*T find upon your register the name of a man 1 am looking for. Will you answer me a few questions?” 3 or td c “Certainly, sir, What is it you wish to know?” ‘“You have registered, here, Mora Monk and wife—yesterday. Are they here, now?” — “They are not,” the clerk replied, referring to the book. ‘‘Oh! I remember them, now, when I come to think. They were a queer pair.” a “ How, queer?” , “The wife insisted in having a room by her- self, The man objected, but she insisted and had a room by herself.” “When did these parties leave?” “ At six-thirty, this morning.” : ‘© Do you know where they departed for” **T donot, but I can perhaps find out.” * | **T wish you would °o so. It will be ) The clerk touched a call-bell, and one of | hall boys appeared. an ““ Josey, go fetch Hines, the hack f 3 a
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6 Deadwood Dick’s Chase Across the Continent, clerk ordered. ‘‘ Tell him I want to see him, on business of importance,” Josey hurried away, and ten minutes later returned accompanied by a burly Irishman, in livery. ‘ Hines,” said the clerk, ‘‘ you remember the lady and gentleman you took away from here this morning?” ** Yes, sir, I remember the party right well, and a good cause I have, too, for when they got out at the depot, the son-of-a-gun slapped the lady in the face, and I punched his head for him, the bloody loafer!” *““Do you know where they were ticketed for?” asked Dick. nit “Yes, They were goin’ to Indianapolis, for I heard the fellow mention that city, and saw their baggage checked for there.” “Thank you. Here’s the price of a good ball!” and slipping a quarter into the cabby’s hands, Dick and Billy returned to the Palmer House, Mr. Edwards was in a feverish state of anxiety. ** Have you got any news?” he asked. “Nothing definite,” Dick replied. ‘‘ We are too late to apprebend them here. They left here, this morning, for Indianapolis, We must follow by the next train.” It was approaching noon when they boarded a train for Indianapolis. Deadwood Dick was the last person to get on board. He had remained in the background, as if to scrutinize every person who got aboard; but failed to single out the one he was looking for, and that was Jack Heath. So boarding the train, at the last moment, he was borne away toward Indianapolis, The run was a quick one, considering the distance, and our party were at their destination sooner than they had expected. They went to the Bates House, where, seeing Mr. Edwards comfortably established in a pleas- ant suit of rooms, Dick and Billy went out to take a look about town. ‘*D’ye expect to find em here, boss?” queried Billy, as they walked along. *T have an idea that the point they are bound for is St. Louis, and that they made no stop here.” **T don’t believe we will ketch up to’em,” Billy declared, ‘That snoozer isn’t sleepin’ while we're follerin’ him, and don’t you fergit that, He knows he’s follered jest as well as we do, My ijee is that Jack Heath is a sort 0’ rear guard, and keeps the tother feller posted, so’s he can elude us. How’s that for a suggester, boss?” ‘Well, there may be something in it; still I Tam hardly inclined to think that Monk and Jack are working together. The conversation you overheard between Lew and Jack showed no relations between Monk and them.” “That is so,” Billy assented, thoughtfully. In the course of their stroll they came to the Sherman House. ** You wait outside,” Dick ordered, ‘‘ while I take a glance at the register,” Dick entered the hotel office. The registration for that and the previous day, at the Sherman, was large, but Dick’s keen eye quickly caught the signature he sought, ‘““M, Monk AND Wire, New York,” ** Are these people here?’ he asked, of the clerk. ‘ “No. They only remained long enough to wash up, and get some of the railroad dust off of » them,” **Do you know if they resumed their journey by rail?” *T do not. Iam inclined to think, however, that they did not, as they left here in a hack whereas our ’bus was at their disposal, free o charge.” **Could you direct me, so that I could find the hackman who took them away?” “Well, I guess so. He and ‘half a dozen others have astand across the street yonder, The man you want is Number 69, His name is per. Thanking the clerk, Dick and Billy set out in search of Mr. Cooper, finding him at bis usual stand. **-You are Mr, Cooper, I believe?” Dick said. **T am,” was the reply. ‘‘Have a convey- ance, sir?” “Well, that depends. I want toask you a few questions, You took a man and woman — from the Sherman House this morving— arather dandy-looking chap, and the woman 5 ‘Yes, I remember them.” Where did you take them?” ore a vail.” ; Dh! a deuce of a ways—’way out on the i ia ; * ; outskirts of the city, to Fogg’s Tavern. After takin’ ’em "way out there, I only got part of the price I asked, ’cause the feller pleaded that he hadn’t no money.” ‘““ What will you charge to take us out to within an eighth of a mile of this ‘tavern?’ Dick asked. ‘* Five dollars, and not a red less, and cask in advance at that.” ‘*T guess we can do better.” “Well, Dll say four—two dollars apiece. Does that hit you?” “Tt does, eich ogy it is there and return,” “Well, all right. Jump in.” So Dick and Billy got into the hack and were whirled away through the streets of the city. ‘“*T don’t know how this venture is going to turn out, Billy,” Dick said, ‘‘ but I hope all right. When we leave this conveyance I shall leave you with it. If Ido not come back in an hour, have yourself driven back into Indian- apolis in hot haste, and get Mr, Edwards to send the police in search of me,” ** All right, boss; it shall be as you say, but I’d rather you'd let me go along with you.” ‘*No, you will be of no use to me, except to remain behind. If I get into trouble at Fogg’s Tavern, you will be outside to bring me aid, see? And you may have an opportunity of see- ing if Jack Heath is prowling around this neigh- borhood or not. I know you and Jack are in love with each other, and therefore presume that a collision between you would result in bugs and kisses,” “T ain't but a kid, maybe, but I’m mighty, when it comes to a scrap!” Billy replied, curtly, And judging from what he had seen of his young protege’s prowess, Dick was prepared to believe it, —————— CHAPTER VI, AT FOGG’S, Tue hack bowled along at good speed, and the passengers enpyed the ride exceedingly. A journey out of Indianapolis is peculiarly at- tractive, the roads being dotted with fine resi- dences, and the spacious lawns handsomely hedged, After what seemed an interminable drive, the coachman drew rein and dismounted, ““ Righth of a mile to Fogg’s Tavern, Straight road. You kin sight it from here,” ‘“ That old shebang off yonder?” **'That’s the place.” ‘* Very well. You remain here with my young frieud. I may be gone an hour or I may be gone a week, However it ver be, you will re- ceive one dollar per hour for what time you are detained, and you are to obey the directions of my boy partner. Is it a bargain?” ‘Dunno as [ kin make a dollar an hour any easier, But, I'l tell ye, boss, maybe ye’d think it imperdent of me ef I was ter give yer a little advice.” ‘*Not at all, I am always open for advice, especially when in a strange town.” ‘* Well, [ thort you was a sensible sort of fel- ler, or I shouldn’t have broached the subject as I have,” the backman returned. “ Ef ye’r’ goin’ to Fogg’s Tavern, you need a few pointers —that is to say, you want to be posted. The tavern is notorious as a resort for the worst characters in the city, and about your best holt is to keep your weather eye peeled for a squall, which aire sart?in to occur.” * All right. Much obliged for your advice. I guess I can pull through, If I’m not back in an hour, drive Billy back into town, and he will bring the police to my rescue,” “Allright. I will doso.” Dick set out on foot for the tavern. It was an odd-looking, rambling structure, and evidently bad been there many years, It was only one story in-height, but covered a considerable area of ground. As he drew near, Dick saw several ill-looking fellows lounging on a bench just outside. They were typical toughs, Dick was familiar enouzh with Western char- ter to know how to handle it, and well knew that nothing so hits the ‘“‘tender spot” of the average tavern loafer as to invite him to have a ‘¢ smile” at your expense—by which act you are morally sure to have him on your side in case 0 a free fight. The gang outside of Fogg’s looked particularly thirsty, and Dick decided that it would be ad- visable to invite all of them inside. : ‘‘ Well, boys, sunning yourselves, I see,” he tS Sip ‘Don’t you find that rather dry wor ‘Devilish dry,” responded one of the party. ve 5 fact, these are purty dry times around these arts. “*So? Well, I guess it’s the same way every- where, Would you fellows feel insulted if I was to ask you in to lubricate!” “Well, reckon not, stranger, We are mem- bers of the Never-Refuse Club, and there is a heavy penalty for refusin’ to take a drink when invited. My name is Job Jinks, and I’m the president o’ the club.” : ‘* Well, Mr. Jinks, bring along your friends, and we will tackle some of Fogg’s tanglefoot.” So the party adjourned to the bar-room, a long, rambling, foul-smelling place, containing a counter, and a few tables and stools, The proprietor of the place was Fogg, but it so happened that Fogg was of the female per- suasion—a lank, lean, lantern-jawed woman, whose aspect was unpromising, to say the least, There was another delegation of toughs in the room, but Dick called them all up and treated, to the evident gratification of ‘* Mom” Fogg. “ Yer’ a gentleman, sir,” she said, addressing Dick. ‘‘I seldom have customers the likes of you, nowadays, tho’ Jerry used to have ’em,” ‘“¢ What’s become of Jerry?” asked Dick, ‘¢ Qh! he’s dead these two year. Did ye know him, sure?” ‘* Well, I reckon, and a game old lad he was, too, He was worth his weight in gold, was Jerry.” ** Ah! you’re right there, young man. Jerry was white an’ square, an’ no one kin say a word ag’in’? him. He could lick any man in these parts, and wasn’t afeard to tackle the best of ‘em. ‘*T suppose he left you pretty well heeled?” ** No, I’m very poor. tavern to depend upon for support.” ‘*f suppose you catch a few boarders, now and then?” ** Very seldom.” **T believe you have a couple, now, whom I know—Mr. Monk and wife.” ‘*No such parties here,” the old woman re- plied, grimly. ‘‘The only ones as hangs out about this place is the present company.” “That will do to tell the marines,” Dick re- torted. ‘*Mora Monk brought a lady here this morning, and he and she are here now, and I want to seethem.” ~ “You can’t, for there’s no such people here!” was the reply. ' ettTtt-igeuseless for you.to lie to me, madam, I know they are here, . “You know nothing of the kind. Who are you, that you dare come into my house and ad- dress me in this manner?” ‘‘ Well, if it pleases you to know, I am a de- tective. I am here to find Mora Monk, whom you are harboring, and you will find it to your advantage to give him up, unless you want to spend a term in jail yourself.” ““ Me go to jail? Well, I guess not, mister! | Boys, will ye stand by and see yer poor old mammy abused in this manner, after all she hes done fer ye? This feller is a sneakin’ cfficer, what will make ye al] trouble, ef ye don’t lay him out.” *¢ Jest what I thought he was,” cried one of the roughs. ‘'He can’t survive round hyer, while J hev a say. Come, boys, let’s thrasb him witbin an inch of bis life!” And with this the whole gang made a rush for Dick. Things certainly looked desperate for the Wild West detective, but he had anticipated trouble, and was in a measure prepared for the worst, and, placing his back against the wall, he drew his revolvers. ‘“* Back, you hounds!” he cried, ‘‘ or I'll fire.” But, there was no apjarent disposition on the part of the roughs to desist, so Dick emptied ~ the contents of one of his weapons into their ranks, taking care not to aim to kill. The effect of the shots. was to cause a general - stampede from the tavern, leaving Dick the master of the situation, - eae ‘“Now’s my chance,” he muttered. “ What I find out here I must find out now.” He barred the tavern door, after the gang had all left the place, and then set about ex- ploring the tavern, whose dozen rooms were all on the ground floor. Bs a8 The furniture was of the roughest description, and the floors uncarpeted. Everywhere were filth and disorder, ' From room to room Dick went, but his mis- sion was a futile one. No trace of Mora Monk nor Evelyn Edwards was to be found. If they had come to the tavern at all, they must have gone away again, as they were now nowhere to be found about the premises. All I have is. my little | me ee aoe s os, toy py 2 SS hee Orr ee 2 8 amas *
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‘mighty lit Deadwood Dick’s Chase Across the Continent. <7? —— Dick was mystified. Had they taken alarm, and fled further on into the country, or had they returned to the a, wo things seemed certain: They were not at Fogg’s Tavern, and the prospects were that he was there to stay awhile, for he could hear a hubbub of voices outside, and knew that the gang were plarning for revenge. They were all gathered at the front of the building, however, leaving the rear unguarded, so that was his opportunity. Out of the rear door he glided and hastened away, keeping the tavern between him and the gang. In a few minutes he was at the hack. And getting aboard, he said to the coachman: “Those parties are not at the tavern. Now, where do you suppose they can have gone to?” “Give it up, sir. There’s where I left them.” * Can it be they walked back into Indianapo- ia 9)? “*T don’t think so, It’s quite a little distance to walk, and besides,{we should have been pretty apt to have met them on the road.” “Tt would seem so. Is Indianapolis the near- est railway station to Fogg’s Tavern?” “Oh! no, Sunnyside station, on the Indi- anapolis and St, Louwis road, is on beyond, only a short distance.” **Do trains stop there?” “Only on signal.” ** 1 think J begin to see through the matter!” Dick said; addressing Billy, ‘* Monk has got on to the knowledge that we are following him, and has adopted this method of throwing us off the track. No doubt Jack Heath has kept him ted as to our movements, and, instead of eaving the city by the regular way, he has made this cross-cut, to delay and puzzle us,” “T reckon you’ve about arrived at the truth o’ the matter, sir,” said the hackman. ‘It ain’t much of a walk to Sunnyside, and there he could get a ticket through to St. Louis, and be well on his way, ere you would figure out what had become of him,” ** Well, we'll take if for granted that this is correct theory. Drive us to Sunnyside, with all od. After unloading me there, you are to drive my partner back to the city.” . The driver cracked his whip, and the vehicle rolled away rapidly. ** Now, boss, what’s the pro nme fer me?” i BY Spe alone. ; Jell, after you leave me at Sunnyside, you are to return to Indianapolis, get Mr. Edwards, and start direct for St. Louis, When you ar- rive there, put up at the Planter’s Hotel, and re- main there until you hear from me. Keep your eyes about you, and if you catch a poe of ack Heath again, dog him and find out who his associates are,” **You bet I will! I kinder reckon we'd maky more headway by follerin’ him than we would by follerin’ other feller,” “Tt may be. Monk, however, is no doubt the principal villain in the case, Heis our game— not Jack Heath.” \ ‘ The hack rolled along rapidly, and in due time arrived at Sunnyside, a wee bit of a ham- let with gh of picturesque scenery, but tle life, When the hack arrived at the station, Dick and Billy alighted and entered the waiting-room. As no trains were due at the time, the place was deserted, with the exception of the station- agent, a pleasant-appearing young man of about Dick’s own age, who was tipped back in an arm- chair, composedly smoking a cigar. **{ wish to make a few inquiries of you,” Dick said, ‘* What time did the dast train pass this station en route for St. Louis?’ ‘Two hours ago—ning twenty.” ** Did it stop here for passengers?” “Yes, on signal.” ‘¢ What were these passengers, may Task?” SY Certainly, They* were a lady and gentle- an, “‘ Where were they ticketed for?” “That I cannot tell you, as I do not know, ‘They had their tickets from Indianapolis. It is 7 Png ete however, that they went to St, 4 s. - “Very likely, What time does the next train leave for St. Louis?” “Not until five o’clock this afternoon.” 4 “You might as well go back to Indianapolis and start from there, boss,” suggested Billy. _ “T don’t know but what you're right,” Dick eed. “TI will gain nothing by remaining “agr here, that is pretty sure. I guess, on the whole, Pil go back with you, and we will all start to- gether.” ‘ So they got aboard the hack, and were driven back to the city, to find Mr. Edwards awaiting them at the hotel, right auxiously. ““T was beginning to get worried about your non-return,” he said, ‘‘Have you got any news?” **'Yes, Monk and your daughter have gone on to St, Louis, I suspect,” and Dick informed him of what had been ascertained. ** Then let’s be off for St. Louis at once.” ** We can’t go before the train goes.” Allhands kept closely to their rooms, during the remainder of the day, As the hour of five approached Dick descended to the great open office, to settle their bill. As he approached the office counter, the clerk took a letter from the desk and extended it. ** Your name is Bristol, I believe?” he said, ** Yes, sir.” “This letter, then, evidently belongs to you. It came by last delivery of mail,” ** All right. Much obliged to you.” And, taking the letter, Dick tore off the envelope, which was directed in a man’s coarse handwriting. The following is a verbatim copy of it: “____. BrIsToL, detective; ‘*T am aware that you and old Edwards are dog- ging me, but 1 want to warn youthat you will goa step too far. I was not brought up in the woods to be scared out by an owl. owll find it out, too, You might just as well keep your money salted away in your pockets, for you are only wasting it, in endeavoring to follow us. My prize will never be wrested from me by you, so the most sensible thing youcan dois toturn your face eastward and take the back trail, for just so sure as you persist in fol- lowing us, you will just so surely come to grief. A word to the wise, is sufficient.” * Yours Fraternally, “Mora Mong, * Well, that’s what I call nerve!” Dick said, to himself. “But, you wait, Mr, Monk! [ll rattle your nerves for you, before ’m done with you, You'll find ’'m not one of the kind that takes the back trail, not much!” He went and showed the letter to Mr, Ed- wards, **Do you think we will overtake them?” ‘'That’s hard to say. Now that Monk knows he is followed, he is likely to be more wide awake than ever.” ** Yes, that’s so. St. Lonis, where. do next, Mr. Bristol” ** Denver.” ** And then on to ’Frisco?” ‘* Possibly.” Half an hour later they were booming along at high speed. If he does not remain in you think he.wilkaim for CHAPTER VIII. ST, LOUIS AND BEYOND. THE trip to St. Louis was devoid of special incident, and when the pursuers arrived there, they at once sought the Planter’s Hotel, and en- gaged accommodations, Dick and Billy then set forth on a tour of ob- servation, Mr, Edwards remaining at the hotel, Dick and Billy visited every hotel of any im- portance in the city; but none of their Registers contained the name of Mora Monk. ** Guess it’s no go, boss,” said Billy. “So it seems, as far as St. Louis ,is con- cerned.” ‘* Where do you expect we will find °em?” _ “That is something I don’t know. Possibly in Denver.” ‘* Shall we go there next?” ** Yes, I think so, if Edwards is well enough to travel. There appears to be no use of remain- ing here.” They returned to the hotel and reported their ill success, Mr, Edwards was beginnihg to grow discour- aged, that was evident. He was moody, and at times was sullen. His expectations of speedily finding his daughter was beginning to have the effect of making him irritable, But off for the great Colorado city they soon were, and on arrival they registered at the Windsor. “Now, Mr, Edwards, you remain here, and keep yourself as quiet as possible, We will be able to do this town in half a day, and if there are no new developments, We shall be ready to go on to-night.” ‘But, where to?” *T can tell better later on.” “Do you fancy anything would result in a visit to Leadville?” “Possibly. I have already thought of it, and if we fail here, would suggest a visit there. ‘Well, go ahead. Do the best you can.” Every hotel in Denver was visited, and the registers duly examined, but without disclosing the name of Mora Monk, On their return to the Windsor they found Mr. Edwards in conversation with a gentleman of commanding appearanco, whom he introduced as Mr, Steele, the detective, from New York, Steele was a middle-aged man, with blue eyes and sandy hair and was inclined to corpulency. **Mucb to my surprise I stumbled across Mr. Steele shortly after you left!” Mr. Edwards said, ‘‘and from his report 1 find that be bas been skirmishing over the sams route that we have,” ‘* With what success?” “‘ None,” Steele replied. ‘‘ Several times I have been morally certain I was on the right track, but it has invariably proven a false alarm!” ** Do you fancy that Monk steered West?” "Yea; Fdo,.” ‘“* What grounds have you for this opinion?” ** Well, in the first place it would not be safe for him toremain in the East, as an encounter with. Edwards, here, would likely lead to un- pleasant results. In the second place, the mining towns of the far West are sort of Elysian fields for fakirs, such as magicians, mesmerists, and the like. if he has got the girl under his con- trol, most likely he would not hesitate to make pooner out of her, by placing her on exhibi- ion.” “Then, too,” continued Steele, ‘SI feel that there is another scoundrel in this plotting against you and your daughter.” ‘*T think the same,” asserted Dick. “* Yes, and I’m bettin’ that Jack Heath is the party number two, and bringin’ up the rear, he keeps Monk ge to our every movement!” This from Billy Bucket. “Billy, Tagree with you. That seamp does not mean any of us good, and while Mr. Steele and I pursue the trail, you must remain with Mr, Edwards, and watch over his welfare asa sentinel, The villain will not hesitate at an crime, I’m thinking, that will stop the pursuit, “Tam afraid I won’t pan out fer much ac- count as a defender,” Billy said. » “Obl-yes you will. The chief thing to do is to see that Mr. Edwards keeps in his room.” ‘* Well, all right. But, if he insurrects, and goes out, I won’t be responserble fer what hap- pens, boss, processions, 9n your way back. you can,go to the nearest mournin’ store, aul invest yer spare. cash in crape.” ‘ ‘“*T guess matters will not terminate so disas- trously, Billy,” said Mr, Edwards smiling. And soit was arranged. Billy was to remain with Mr, Edwards, and keep asharp lookout for any signs of the enemy, while Dick and Steele were to recanvass the city in search of a clew, CHAPTER IX. BILLY’S CRIME, Drapwoop Dick found Steele quite a sociable companion, and very intelligent. According to his account, he had had over ten years experience, and was pretty well versed concerning the various crooks of the land, and had landed @ considerable number of them in prison. J Some of his hauls were especially notorious. ‘Your belief, then, is that this Jack Heath, of whom you spoke, is in league with Mora Monk, the masmerist.” ‘“‘T don’t think it—I know it. He has persis- tently dogged us from point to point, and I do not doubt that he is now in Denver.” “ But, what is his object?” “Plain enough, Evelyn Edwards has disap- peared, under Monk’s care. The | large that she will never be found!” “Yes, Well?” ** Well, with her disappeared her trunks, con- taining her private fortune, in money, bonds and jewels. If she is under Monk’s cgntrol this for- tune will fall into his hands. There is no qnes- tion but what this Monk is an unscrupulous devil, and, after he tires of her, she will die an alleged natural death, and a certificate of ber demise will be turned over to Jack Heath and Lew Ed- wards, Malcolm Edwards, our client, will have met with some accident depriving him of his life, very suddenly, ard thus Jack and Lew will succeed to his immense wealth. That’s my diagnosis.” “Well, it sounds rather strong; still, I don’t know but there may be something in it. The matter is certainly invested with an air of m tery, andif this Jack Heath has been dogging you, itis reasonable to believe that he has an object in so doing. Do you think he contem- plates murdering his uncle?” “Yes, T do!” “Then you were wise to leave your boy ag Wf ye run across tyyo or three funeral ~~ chances are
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ee ee 8 guard over the man, I infer that he is qualified for this important duty?” ‘*VYes, fully. I’ve put him to the test several times, and never found him wanting.” They visited some of the minor hotels, but with no result, “ Tt’s no use,” said Dick. ‘*‘ We will not find them in Denver, I am positive.” ** Well, it don’t look likely. Have you ever been in Pueblo?” ** Once.” ‘¢ How do you think that would pan out?” ‘* Well, I don’t think much of it. However, we can try it.” ‘Well, we can’t start ’til morning have time to rest, After Pueblo, i had better tackle Leadville?” ‘Yes. It can do no harm,” They returned to the hotel. Edwards was alone in his room reading a newspaper, but Billy was not on guard, ; ‘*Where is Billy?’ Dick demanded, on per- ceiving the absence of his young apprentice. ‘*T ordered him to stay here with you, Mr, Ed- wards!” ‘*? know you did, and he heeded your orders about as much asa bluejay would have done,” replied Edwards. ‘* You had not been gone more than ten minutes, when, as he stood gaz- ing out of the window, he suddenly cried out ‘There he goes! and darted from the room, hat- less. I got to the window, but was too late, for I could see nothing of the young man.” ‘* He evidently saw Jack Heath.” ‘*T presume so, He never saw Monk?” **No, nor I.” “Then our theory concerning Jack’s connec- tion with the plot cannot be far out of the way?” ‘*No. Iam sure of it,” Dick replied. ‘* But, won’t the kid spoil the whole racket for us?” inquired Steele, anxiously. “Tieave him alone!” said Dick. “I’d give him the palm over six out of ten of average professional detectives young as he is.” ** Well, all we can do, I suppose, is, await his return.” ** Yes, that is all.” r ._ But, it proved to be a long wait, for night had set in, dark and rainy, ere Biily put in an apoearance, And such a looking Billy he was? Usclooked “s if bethad just passed through a prize Aight, andicame out scot bes, lt was Billy Bucket, with bis clothes covered with mud—Billy Bucket, with. one eye blacked and his face liberally scratched. Evidently he had been in a desperate conflict. ** Well! well!” ejaculated Dick, ‘‘ where have you been, Young man? I ordered you to stay here with Mr. Edwards, didn’t [?” ‘Guess you did, boss.” * Well, why didn’t you mind?” *“ICanse I got my eye onter Mr. Jack, and I concluded et war my duty cer foller him, and see which way and where he went.” “You followed him, then?” * You bet I did.” * Where to?” Billy did not reply immediately, but took a survey of himself in the glass, “Where to” repeated Dick, ‘Why don’t you answer me?” ‘* Well, ef you must know,” replied Billy, ‘‘I follered him to his death. He will never bother you again!” noi The dickens you say! Explain yourself, zu Well, there ain’t much to explain. He led me a long chase and right out in the country, as if on purpose to get me in chancery. When we was way ontof town, be turned and made for me, 1 didwt run, and when he rushed up we clinched... Neither of us were armed, and so we had to fight it out with our dukes, an’ it was a fight as was a fight, too. The cuss swore he'd strangle me, and so I arrived at the conclusion that if ‘hat was his game it was as fair for me as for him, “He was bigger and stronger than I, and ye wouldn’t have believed I’d have stood a ghost of a show, but you kin bet I fought fer all I was worth. I knew it was life or death with me, an’ I wasn’t ready to turn up my toes yet. “Finally, 1 got a grip on the throat of the son-of-a-gun, and I didn’t let go till he wasa goner. I suppose I’m guilty of havin’ committed a murder, and if I have to hang, bang itis, But I only did what I did in self-defense,” ‘* There were no witnesses to the struggle, were ere?” inquired Edwards. ** None. ‘* Then you are safe; for none of us are likely to give you away.” so we will s’pose we Deadwood Dick’s Chase Across the Continent. Billy drew a breath of relief, ‘*That’s all right, then,” he said, ‘‘ and I reck- on I can do yea turn in repayment. Read this! a found it on Jack’s person, after I had settled im. It was a piece of paper of yellowish tint, sized about three by four inches, It contained the engraved portrait of a man, and at the top were these words: * PROFESSOR MONK, “THe WoRLD’s GREATEST MESMERIST,” _ While at the bottom was printed the follow- ing: * CARTER’S Hau, LEADVILLE, ** One Week Only.” There was, however, no date, but the ragged edge of the bottom of the paper evidenced that it had been torn away. : ‘Is this a correct picture of Monk?’ asked Dick, handing the picture to Edwards, ““Yes—a very correct likeness, So they are in Leadville?” ‘*Tt would seem so, by this.” “Then let us start, at once, ere they elude us again.” ‘‘No train leaves for Leadville until to-mor- row morning.” ‘Why not telegraph to the chief of police there to arrest Monk, and hold him in custody until our arrival?” ‘¢T don't favor that plan,” replied Dick, ‘ for, in case Monk has got hold of your daughter’s money, which is more than likely, he could fur- nish his own bail, and escape before we could get there.” ‘**T don’t believe be would think so far.” ‘*Humph! You leave him alone for a cunning rogue, o; the only thing we can do is to wait till to-morrow, and then descend upon him when he is giving one of his performances. He will then have no opportunity for escape, and we shall recover your daughter.” And so they settled themselves down to the inevitable fate of spending another night in Denver. Billy Bucket was, without doubt, the most un- happy member of the quartette. Thoughts of the crime he had been forced to commit preyed heavily upon ‘bis mind, and he started at every sound, as if haunted. 1 shall never know a moment’s rest or peace again,” he declared, JuguLriously. ‘* Don’t think of the affair more thun you can ners and it will pass out of your mind,” consoled Dick, ‘Never, boss, never! I shall always see those bulgin’ eyes staring at me, same as when I was choking him,” And all Dick or the others could say, failed to overcome the boy’s depression of spirit, He would not go to bed, but sat all night by the window, Every once in a while he would moan and ae then he would get up and pace the oor. The next morning, at an early hour, the party started for Leadville, CHAPTER X. THE LEADVILLE LAIR, THE journey to Leadville was peculiar in more respects than one—peculiar, because the uartette indulged in little conversation; pecu- liar because the entire trip was accomplished through a terrific thunder-storm that made the day dark, dismal and disgusting. If there is one country or section of country, more than another, where lightning gets in its work with a vengeance, give the palm to Colorado, What with the wind and the rain portable things are bound to dance a jig, and the atmos- phere is so charged with electricity that it is dangerous to carry any steel weapons about one’s person, The mountain hunters and pros- pectors almost invariably lay aside their wea- pons during a severe thunder-storm. When the train arrived at Pueblo, the party were notified to change cars, but were also in- formed that the train for Leadville would not start for several hours owing to a washout up the road. It rained too hard to venture about the town much, Dick, however, took a brief look, but found nothing going on to particulcrly attract his attention except in one instance, and this mas ete merely by chance, e dropped into a tobacconist’s to get a cigar, and there espied a handbill tacked up against the wall. It proyed to be an advertisement of Professor Monk’s appearance at De Ramer’s Opera House several days previous, for ‘‘ posi- tively one night only.” ' Dick turned to the proprietor of the store after reading the bill. “Did this man appear in Pueblo as an- ncunced?” he inquired. ** He did.” ‘* Did you witness his performance?” “Yes. He bad a full house, and gave a very” creditable eutertainment.” ‘“Was he accompanied by a young lady, whom he introduced in his performance?” ‘“*Not thatI am aware of. No young lady appeared upon the stage.” ** Do you know where this man went on leav- ing here?” ‘No, I do not, but I should presume to head- ville, as that is a pretty good show-town.” He returned to the train to find Edwards and Steele were playing eucher, and Billy asleep. ** Any news?” asked Edwards, ‘*Monk has recently played here, and has probably gone on to Leadville,” ‘* Would to God we were there now!” But it was fully four hours ere the journey was resumed, and it was far in the night when the train pulled intothe mountain city, The next day was a repetition of the previous one, with the exception that the storm was less fierce. The rain came down steadily and a nasty fog overhung the mountain metropolis, as dense, nearly, as those for which London is famous, } The dawn of the new day found Mr. Edwards laboring under a severe cold, and unable to be out of doors, Steele had the jumping toothache, and he didn’t care about braving the elements. While, as for Billy, ho was silent and gloomy, Leaving his companions domiciled at the hotel, and securing a good waterproof overcoat, by depositing double its value in money, as security, Dick set forth to investigate, alone, As he struck out into the rain-swept streets, Dick evidently had decided on his course of pro- cedure. “T think it will work,” he said, to himself, ‘¢ Tf this Monk is such a profound rascal that in- stead of having the girl with him, he has hidden her away, this plan might work admirably, First, I wonder if I can find my old friend, Rachel,” Rachel Cohen, it will be remembered, by tho /reguiarweaders of the ‘ Deadwood Dick” Reries, ayed = was the young Jéwess, Tor Whom Dick play the part of pawnbroker, under the alias of Jacobs, The walk to the locality of the pawnshop was not a long one, and Dick soon entered it. ; A young man greeted him from behind the counter, with— ; ‘* What can I do for you, sir?” ‘*T would like to see Miss Coben?” ‘¢ Miss Cohen? No such a person here.” “Then the place must have changed hands.” ‘No, sir. [ opened it.” ’ ‘Then, tell the young woman who runs it, that Mr. Bristol would like to see her.” Before the young man could. enter the rear room, Rachel came forth, behind the counter, radiant with smiles, and extended ber hand. ‘‘Ah! Mr. Bristol! Is it really you? I thought I recognized your voice when you asked for me, I never expected to see you again, How have you been?” “In pretty fair health, thank you. And, how about yourself?” ‘Oh! splendid!” © ‘1 infer that you are married?” ‘Oh! yes, to the real Mr, Jacobs, I am sorry he is not bere, so I can make vou two ac- painted Are you still following your profes- sion “Yes, I begin to doubt if I shall ever leave it for good. No sooner I get through with one case than another turns be . *‘ And, Billy, what has become of bim?” ‘Ob! be is here.” *‘T am so glad! I would love to see him!” ““ Well, ll send him around, By the way, where is Carter’s Hall?” ‘On this street, two blocks up.” ‘* A theater?” Lats 1 “No, a beer garden, where variety perform- ances are given.” 3 ; ‘Ts there a mesmerist there this week?” ‘Yes, one Professor Monk.” ‘* Have you seen him?” “No, I have not.” ‘“* Do you know at what hotel he stops?” ‘¢ The Clarendon, I heard some one say.” So, to Carter’s Hall he proceeded. It proved t is still run by the same party as — entet. ye 3 ds ~ = SS:
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ent . "iz? pe eee J tae tf ate oles oe ok sikeilts 6255 5 ee ape am tae x rz as “ bi wer ee r Deadwood Dick’s Chase Across the Continent. 9 to Be an ordinary beer resort and concert gar- den, many of which flourish in the mountain city. i( was a large, barn-like place, with high ceil- ing and roughly-plastered walls, There was a long bar, and a plenitude of chairs and tables scattered about. In one corner was a large orchestrion. There was also a small stage at the rear, upon which vaudeville performances were given every night. But few customers were in the place when Dick entered, and most of these were seated at the tables. The proprietor presided behind the bar, as- sisted by several waiters, As Dick purchased a cigar, he asked: *¢ Ts Professor Monk about, sir?” ‘* He is not.” ** About what time do you expect him?” ** Not before to-night.” * Do you know where he can be found?” “Tdo, He told me he was going out to see his parents.” **'W here do they live?” ‘**Way out on the borders of thecity. I don’t allow, however, that you'll be able to find the spot, unless you are familiar with the city, which I take it youare not, If your business is of importance enough, you had better get a guide.” ‘* My business is of considerable importance, as I would like to engage the professor for a tour in the extreme Northwest. How long is he under contract with you?” ** One week,” ‘* Do you know if he has any after dates?” “No, I donot; but I don’t think he has, In yay i think he intends geing to Australia from ere. ‘*Then I must see him without delay. Can you tell me where I will find a guide?” ‘* Yes,” and the proprietor beckoned to a boot- black who had a stand in the saloon. ‘* Here, Mike! Do you know where old Monk, the miser, lives?” ‘*- Yes, me know quita well.” ** Al) right, then, You show this gentleman to the place, and he will make it right for you.” ** Alla right. ** Before I go,” said Dick, ‘‘ would you mind giving me a letter ot introduction to the pro- fessor? I am John Busby, son of Hiram Busby, one of the wealthiest business men of Helena, Montana,” ‘“Certeitly: 1 commodate you.” ‘*You may also mention that I control the Northern theatrical circuit.” So Mr. Carter wrote out a very clever letter of recommendation and presented it to Dick, after which the detective and his guide took their departure, It was still raining, and, as Michael Angelo Pirazzo stated that their destination was some little distance out, Dick chartered a carriage, and in due time they drew up before a rough board house on the outskirts of the town. It was a dismal spot, there being not another habi- tation within a quarter of a mile. Dick got out of the conveyance, and directed the driver to take Mike back to Carter’s Hall, and return for him (Dick) in about an hour, So the carriage rolled away, and Dick ap- proached the house and rapped upon the door, but was obliged to rap several times ere any one answered the summons. Then a frowsy-headed, hatchet-faced old woman, who eyed Dick sullenly, demanded: ‘* What d’yer want!” ‘**T called to see Professor Monk on a matter of business.” ; ‘“ Well, ye can’t see him.” *“Why not, pray?” _ * Cause he ain’t receivin’ no visitors.” ** But my business is important. I want to engage him for a tour. on’t you be kind enough to hand him this letter of introduction?” The old virago snatched the letter from Dick’s hand, with a grunt of displeasure, and slammed the door in bis face. J ‘ She was gone several minutes, leaving Dick standing in the rain. fter a time, she re-opened the door. ‘* Come in!” she said tersely. shall be most. happy to ac- -.___ Dick entered, by no means sorry to get in out of the wet. 2 _ Theroom he entered, evidently a general liv- ing apartment, was poorly furnished, dirty and foul smelling. ; The only cheerful thing about the place, wasa log fire on the hearth. A rickety staircase led from this room to the floor above. “So ye’r’a theater chap, aire ye?” asked the | contracts which can be filled out here, old woman, grimly, “ Yes,” ** An’ how comes et ye want my boy?” ** Because I have heard he was a clever per- former, and we seldom have anything of the sort up in the North.” “* How long do ve want him for?” ‘¢T can judge better when I see him in person,” Dick replied. ‘* Well, ye go up them stairs, and rap at the first door, and I guess he will receive you, tho’ he don’t often receive strangers.” “Thank you,” and the detective proceeded to clamber up the creaking stairs, What adventure now lay before him? On reaching the floor above, Dick rapped on the first door. ‘*Come in!” cried-a not unpleasant voice, and opening the door, Dick stepped within, to find himself in a dingy room, which did not even boast of a window, the light being supplied by a hghted lamp upon a rough table, At this table sat Mora Monk, He looked quite like the engraving on the pa-~ per Billy had found, except that he had evident- y not made the acquaintance of a barber, for several days,” ‘* How do you do!” the professor saluted, ris- ing and extending his hand, ‘I don’t think I ever had the honor of meeting you before!” “No, I reckon not. I heard of you in Pueblo, and thought I'd take a little run up here, and see ou. “Exactly. Take a seat, and make yourself at home. Here! have a glass of cognac, for I see you are wet. Terrible weather, isn’t it?” ‘Pretty tough,” Dick replied, as he took the beverage, which he was glad to accept, for, in truth, he was chilled through. “‘-You’re somewhat of a traveler, I take it?” Monk said. “Yes, considerably so. I am pretty well oe through out the Union, especially the est. Iam asort of restless spirit, and, asa rule, I am on the go.” “‘T understand, by my mother, and also by Carter’s letter, that you are desirous of engag- ing an attraction for a northwestern tour?” “Well, yes. I propose making a trip, partly for profit and partly for pleasure, and, as fakirs like magicians, ventriloquists, mesmerists and the like are not common, I thought.by engaging a good attraction I might be able to pay ex- penses and have a good time, too,” ‘* Humph! I see!” replied Mr. Monk, with a toss of the head. ‘‘ Your scheme may prove all right, but, as Iam not a fakir, I cannot enter into it. Iam a legitimate, and never was class- ed as fakir before, I am a hall performer, Fakirs are simply hangers-on after a traveling circus.” ‘Well, excuse me, if I offended you. I was not aware of the distinction. The show I pro- se to run must cater to the best patronage,” ‘Well, then, no doubt I can suit you.” ‘* What are your terms per week?” ‘For how long?” ‘* Right weeks,” ‘Que bundred and fifty dollars a week and all expenses.” ‘¢How many people do you carry with you? I suppose you must have some?” “T have a good subject for my mesmeric demonstrations whom I could take along if re- quired. It would increase the expenses one hundred dollars a week.” ‘* Male or female?” “ A young dady, of whom I have been ap- pointed guardian by a relative of mine!” ‘* Can I see her?” ‘*No, not at present, as she is not here. She has gone to visit a friend in the city—a birth- day party I believe it is—and she will not be back until late.” Z. ‘‘ What is her name?” *s Her stage name?” ‘No, her real name,” “That Ido not care to divulge. pseudonym is Mademoiselle Lucille.” The frankness with which Monk answered rather puzzied Dick; he could hardly under- stand it, Here was one of the most consummate of vil- lains playing his part as though he were an honest man! One thing was sure: he was not a man to be caught napping, “Well,” said Dick, ‘*two hundred and fifty a week wil! secure the both of you, eh?” “Yes.” ‘Very good, You come with me to the hotel and we will fix up a contract.” ‘That is not necessary. I have some blank Her stage a TL nm You wait here; I'll get them,” and, arising, Monk left the room. : : ry he did so, Dick heard the key turn in the ock! ** Caged!” he muttered. CHAPTER XI, FREE AGAIN, Ir was not more than Dick might have ex- cted. He had set Monk down as a skilled scoundrel, practiced in all the arts of deception, and an in- ventor of artifices of a villainous nature that were generally successful. Monk had played his little — pleasantly and politely, and, as a result, Dick was locked in. How was he to get out? The door was too heavy to break down and there were no windows, The candle was near burned out, and soon the detective would be left in total darkness, He began to grow desperate. Monk had now the best of the race. He could take his prize, and be nearly out of the State ere Dick could gain his liberty, ir! ns re to be mauled,” muttered Dick, “‘T]l be blamed if I ever made such a botch of a job before.” He wrenched at the door. It was a heavy affair built of spruce pine, and hung on heavy . hinges. The lock was also a ponderous piece of mechanism, ‘ Escape, except through outside aid, was im- possible, : : Ho was as much a prisoner as though in ee And while thus confined, where was Mora Monk? Making good his escape! The thought was maddening. Risiug, Dick went to the door, and began to kick apon it. _ Presently he heard some one in the hall, out- ide. “Stop kicking that door!” cried the old woman’s voice. ** Let me out,” replied Dick. **T can’t!” and then came a coarse laugh, as she added: ‘“Ye hadn’t orter come 4-snoopin’ around, an’ ye wouldn’t have got inter trouble. Et serves yeright!” =) ‘* Tf you don’t let me out, I'll serve youright!” Dick gritted. ‘Come! open that door,” ** How much will you give?” ‘* How much do you want?” “All I can get—say a thousand dollars. If your liberty is worth anything it is worth that.” ‘*Not much. You must think I’m made of money.” “You've got plenty. Mora said so.” ‘Well, if I have, you’ll not get it,” “Then, you'll not get out,” “Pll give you a hundred dollars to set me at liberty.” ‘* And promise not to molest me?” “ec Yes.” ‘Very well.” Then the door was opened. Dick stepped out into the hall, and drewa roll of money from his pocket. ‘* Tl be as good as my word,” he said, “* but I would be serving you right by landing you in State Prison.” “For what, pray? J’ve done you no injury. It was Mora who locked youin—notme. You ought to thank me for letting you out, even.” “Thanks be blowed! You don’t deserve to be thanked. I am going, now, and when I find that precious son of yours again, he'll not escape me so easy.” miss The old woman shrugged her skinny shoulders and chuckled. ; ; ‘¢- You woa’t find him,” she said. “But, I will, though!” “You can’t, He’s too smart to let ye catch onter bim ag’in.” ; ‘* We shall see, Did he take him?” ‘* What girl?” ‘Ob! you know well enough, the one he ab- ducted from New York,” ‘**T don’t know of any such girl.” ** You lie! You do,” : **T do not. There’s no girl here, nor hain’t been.” . Dick saw it was no use to argue further, If Evelyn Edwards had been there, it was not likely she was there now; so he descended the stairs, and left the house. The hack not hav ae returned, be concluded to walk into - ville, ; : It was still raining, and a raw wind was blowing a small-sized tornado, the girl with
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| San 10 Deadwood Dick’s Chase Across the Continent. When Dick was half-way back to the hotel he encountered the carriage, and was thus enabled to finish the rest of the journey under cover. Instead of going first to the hotel, he had him- self conveyed to Carter’s Hall, and sought out the proprietor, whom he found enjoying acigar, ** Ah! how do you do, Mr. Busby! Sit down and hayeasmile! Deuced bad day out,eh? I haven’t been out, but I judge so,” ‘Yes, it’s rizht nasty. Has Monk been here since I’ve been gone?” ‘‘No. Didn’t you see him?” ** Yes, to my sorrow,” ** How’s that?” Dick explained, as briefly as possible, ‘*Indeed! I had no idea he was such a rascal, Do you reckon he’s left town?” ‘*'Yes, I don’t believe he’d stay here, after what has happened!” ‘‘ Then, I’m out, too.” ** How so?” ‘*T advanced him part of his salary, as he claimed to be broke,” * How much?” ** A hundred!” Dick laughed. **That’s the last you’ll see of your cash!” he said. ‘‘ Ere this, Monk is well away from here, But, Pll have him yet,” “et hope so.” **T’m sure of it.” On his arrival at the hotel Dick found his friends anxiously awaiting his return—for he ua: Yeally been gone longer than he supposed. Ah! [am glad tosee you back,” said Mr. @twards, rising and extending his hand, ‘Did you find him?” ** Ah! capital! And the scoundrel at last is safe under Jock and key?” ** No, he is not.” “Why not?” *' Because, instead of niy making him a pris- oner, he made me one, and then made g his escape.” Dick then proceeded to detail his adventures, and succeeded in throwing Mr. Edwards once ‘ more into a state of agonized despair. ‘6 Well, what’s to be done next?” “Really, [ don’t know.” “T suggest San Francisco,” said Steele. ** Well, maybe that is a good idea, He will be — to try to get as far from here as possible, “Sure!” “Then San Francisco it is, Get ready at once. I will get the tickets.” And leaving the hotel, Dick hurried to the Tailway station. An hour later the party were en route for the Pacific Coast, CHAPTER XII, JEN CLOVER, BEFORE leaving Leadville, Dick satisfied him- = he was at last most likely on the right While purchasing his tickets he said to the station-agent: ‘*Have you seen the wonderful mesmerist up at Carter’s Hall?” ee He is pretty clever, but I’ve seen bet- i **Do you know if he has left town or not?” **'Yes. He took the Denver special, which leaves here in advance of your train some three hours, It carries the northeastern mails.” ** Do you know Monk’s destination?” **T do not—no more than that he was think- ing of going to California, as he asked me what a ticket would cost from here to ’Frisco.” ‘I suppose he will take the Central Pacific, then, from Ogden.” $$ -Yes,?2 “Thank you.” We will pass over the journey from Lead- ville until we find our party in Denver. Here there was necessarily a temporary de- lay for the purpose of ascertaining that the rogue had not dropped off at that point to double on his track, as rogues are pretty sure to do when pursued; but Dick’s inquiries of the depot men elicited no information concerning the mesmerist or his victim, and the inference was that they had not left their train. The pursuers, therefore, took a train for Ogden, where they would have to wait until overtaken by the Central Pacific Express for Francisco. ’ The journey to Ogden was devoid of any inci- dent bearing particularly upon our story. Steele and Mr. Edwards devoted themselves to whist, Dick gave himself up to the perusal of a novel, and, gloomy and despondent, Billy rotated from one end of the train to the other in a vain endeavor to keep his thoughts off of his recent trouble. When the A gab arrived at Ogden, they were told that a ’Frisco-bound train would be along in a couple of bours; so they took seats in the Union Depot waiting-room, where some fifty other passengers were resting. Dick made a minute inspection of this gather- ing, but Monk was not there, nor any one who looked like him—which did not surprise Dick, for the train Monk had taken was a through one from Denver to San Francisco, requiring no change at Ogden, But although Monk was discovered, another person arrested Dick’s notice. This was a young woman, who possessed the personal advantage of being remarkably hand- some, She looked to be twenty-two years of age, and was tall, finely-formed, with a graceful carriage and shapely hands and fest. She was a pronounced brunette—so much so that it occurred to Dick she must have either Indian or Spanish blood in her veins, Her features were of Anglo-Saxon cast. Her eyes, and ber hair, which flowed in wavy abundance over her shoulders, were as black as coal, and her glance was extremely keen and penetrating. Her dress was of some plain black stuff, a sealskin ulster, and a jaunty little bonnet that became her very much, The most singular thing about her was that she carried a Remington repeating-rifle, which was elegantly mounted, Why did she go armed? Was she timid, and afraid to travel alone, unarmed? There was nothing timid about her, that was evident. Dick would have wagered a cham- pagne supper that she was chock full of grit, and would as soon shoot a man as look at him, if seriously offended. Was she some mountain huntress then? No, mountain huntresses were not in the habit of wearing sealskin coats when they tackled the grizzly, or the lurking panther. Perhaps she was some crack-shot, traveling around the country, giving exhibitions in the vaudeville theaters. This struck Dick as the most reasonable theory of accounting for the rifle. Dick’s attention was first attracted to her by the steady pertinacity with which she watched him; but as soon as he began to return her glances of curiosity, she arose and sauntered to the further end of the waiting-room. ** Humph!” Dick muttered, ‘* here’s an enigma! IT wonder if she thinks she knows me, or would like to?” Not the latter, certainly, for the young woman kept as much out of sight as was possible, during the remainder of the stay in Ogden. The two hours passed quickly, and then the Central Pacific Express came rolling into the station. At once there was a stampede to get aboard and secure good seats, Dick did not follow, in so much of a hurry, but let most of the passengers board the train before he got on himself, ; He wanted to see if the young lady of the rifle boarded this particular train. Yes, she tripped out of the waiting room, and got on the third car, front, while Dick took the next one back of it. This train of the Central Pacific system, is a very beavy one, and by being added to by sev- eral other roads centering into Ogden, the train in leaving that city isa buge caravan of cars, packed with passengers, asa rule, and drawn toward the Golden Gate by two and afterward three panting three-drive-wheel locomotives Dick was lucky enough to find a double seat that was not occupied, and proceeded to appro- riate it with the sincere hope that there was not an extra passenger to appear, and lay claim tu the remaining half, Vain hope! Just as the train was about moving, Dick dis- covered the young lady of the rifle, approaching, casting anxiously about her, with those piercing black eyes, in quest of a place to sit down, ‘‘ Here’s a go!” muttered Dick, under his breath. ‘I’m in for it now!” But, little he knew how much he was “in for it,” at the instant. He found out, however, shortly. The young lady of the rifle discovered the va- cant seat, and made for it with the stride of an Amazon, and reached the seat, at the same in- stant as dida ab eam Hoan ort heavily painted woman, a few years ber senior. “This is my seat!” said the latter, arrogantly. ‘* Well, I guess not,” replied the young woman, wedging herself into the alley, so the other could not pass her. ‘It is my seat, 1 happened to spy it first,” ; “You did not!” cried the elder, ‘“‘Tll have the seat, or [ll pull every hair out of your head!” **You will, eh? Well, that happens to be a little game I graduated at when quite young,” was coolly replied. ‘If you have any good bona-fide hair to part with, why sail in, You’!l find the parson’s darter to home, and the meetin’ house bell all ready to toll forafuneral. Vm Jen Clover, from Missoula, and this hyer seat is mine, from now till I get clean inter the City of San Francisco, If you don’t believe it, roll. up your sleeves, madam, and wade right in. This is what says I occuppy this bit of space, till I git good and ready to vacate!” and the maid from Missoula shoved a ‘ six’er” under madam’s nose, ‘‘ Now, then, mosey, and try the bluff game on some one that didn’t get their eye-teeth cut up in Missoula, Montana, Git!” And madam got, for she glided more rapidly than gracefully into the next car, The young woman from Missoula then turned to Dick, ‘Well, partner, have you any objections to me settin’ here? If you have, sing out. {t wasn’t so much the seat I wanted, but, I was jest bound that that critter, with an inch of kalsomine on her face, wasn’t goin’ to have that seat, nor she didn’t!” “The seat is at the disposal of whoever takes it first, I suppose,” Dick replied. ‘* As the other party has quit the field, it’s your next chance.” “Allright. It’s a go!” And with this, Miss Jen Clover seated herself with an air of victory and complete satisfac- tion, CHAPTER XIII. JEN CLOVER DROPS. Dick was undecided whether to feel pleased with his new traveling companion, Certain it was she had enongh assurance for a Tombs lawyer and was not bashful about betraying the fact. Born and brought up in the Wild West, and reared most likely under the roughest of circum - stances, it was little wonder sbe was an Amazon, or “a cayuse on wheels,” a8 she termed it, “Ts wonderful what gall some women do have!”she obseryed. ‘‘ For two pins, Pd have salivated that stuck-up’critter, Going tar:” “« Yes—to 'Frisco!” * So am I, so we'll be company for each other. Ever been to Frisco?” ‘“ Yes,” “ Purty nice place, eh?” ‘*T think so.” “ Bigger’n Ogden?” ** Yes, considerably,” ‘What's yer pame, may I ask?” “‘Certainly. My name is Dick Bristol, other- wise, Deadwood Dick!” “ Jerusalem! Not the detective?” ‘ The same,” “Why, hang it, I’ve heard of you lots of times, I have. You're quite a cuss on wheels, if all is true what is said about you. What aire you goin’ to Frisco for?” ‘Some private business, which I am not dis- posed to make public, Miss Clover.” ‘““Humph! Ye needn’t bitch no miss-handle tomy name. I’m simply jest plain Jen Clover, an’ that’s all. Them as wants miss tied to their names, kin have it, for all I care; I don’t. So you are goin’ to ’Frisco on private business, eh? Some new detective racket, I suppose?” “* Perhaps—perhaps not.” ‘‘Well, ye needn’t tell, if ve don’é want to, fer I don’t care a button, anyhow. I’m goin’ to Frisco to killa man, if I can find him. That’s why I brought the rifle along.” ‘* Murder is pretty serious business, don’t you know that?” ‘‘T don't care. If I can only get a bead on this villain, ll lay him low if they’swing me, the next minute.” : ‘You must have some strong reason for this murderous pursuit.” , “So I have. The scoundrel won my love, got my money, and then deserted me on the plea that I wasn’t a reputable woman, Smarting under this shameful treatment I swore to have his life, and have followed ever since, and sball never leave the trail until my mission is ful- filled, and that scoundrel is dead and buried.” “Do you expect to find your man in San Francisco?’ Dick asked. “ Yes, He left Ogden on the train before this, but I missed the train, and had to wait over. But, oh! Pll overtake him, never fear, t ea wt P 7 ’ i. . Ps ee eet fhe: ess a ire y cs i a a be: 2 abe wee a- a ; ae “°c he he saueas 3 Ne ae red
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Deadwood Dick’s Chase Across the Continent. and when I do, he’ll take a drop to himself, you mark my word!” “But, what will it benefit you to take his life?” asked Dick, ‘Tt will be that much benefit, that I will have had my revenge. Old Clover’s gal is no slouch, if she was brought up on bear meat,” ** What is the name of your betrayer?” **Mora Monk!” Dick started. *‘ The deuce you say!” he ejaculated. ‘“‘ Why, this isa singular coincidence. I am also gun- ning after that very individual. I don’t sup- pose there can be two persons of that name?” “Not likely. What are you after the scoun- drel for, may I ask?” “For abduction. But there must be some mistake, some confusion about this matter. The Monk I am after was in New York, only a few days ago, where he abducted a young lady and fled West.” “The same man, He suddenly left New “York, learning that I was in town, and search- ing for him.” ‘Is this man of yours a mesmerist?” ** Not as J know of.” “Would you recognize his picture if you were to see it?” “Certainly. It is not likely I’d ever forget his face, curse him!” Dick then drew the slip of paper from his ocket, which contained the engraved portrait of the illustrious professor, and gave it to Jen Clover. “* How about this?” “That’s him! That’s the scoundrel who de- serted me, and whom I have chased all over the United States.” “ Well, that isthe man I’m after!” ‘Singular, isn’t it, that we should meet, who are both angling for the same sucker?” ‘Well, yes, rather. It appears that this chap is an all-around villain.” “Villain is too good a name forhim. He isa very imp of Satan. ‘ell me of the abduction.” Dick did so, and Jen Clover listened, atten- tively. <°* Poor girl!” she said, ‘* she has indeed fallen into bad hands.” “ Have you any idea where to look for Monk, in Frisco? 4 **No, All I know is that he has a sister there, “by the name of Mrs, Townsend, but what street she lives on, [ don’t know,” + ‘\Dewyou know her husband’s name? ’ “Yes. Itis Horace.” ** What is his business?” ‘A tea merchant, I believe.” “Then,” said Dick, ‘‘I think we can safely consider ourselves on the trail.” *¢ How will you go at it?” “Hirst, by consulting a Business Directory ‘and obtaining the address of this Mr. Horace Townsend, and finding out bis place of business, ‘and residence, and then, by shadowing the lat- ter, ascertain if Monk is amember of the house- hold. If I get my eyes on him again he shall not escape me.” . “Tf I get my eyes on him he will escape no one,” said Jen Clover, vengefully. ‘‘ His doom is irrevocably sealed.” i ,--‘* You must promise me one thing!” said Dead- wood Dick, sternly. “J take ‘must’ from no man, mister. Tell me what it is you want, however, and I will endeavor to accommodate you.” “Promise me not to make an attempt on Monk’s life, until I have found and rescued Evelyn Edwards, Were Monk to be cut off short, we might never be able to find the girl.” Jen was silent a moment, as if hesitating to Sotego her vengeance, but finally said; “Tt shall be as you wish!” Dick now decided to hunt up his friend and so left Jen the sole occupent of the seat. Night had already settled down like a pall, and at an early hour of the evening, the man- hunters retired to a sleeping-car, and went to rest. They did not awaken until quite late the next “morning, and by this time were well along on their journey. 5 pai _They had breakfast in the dining-car, and then returned to the sleeper, where Dick left the Sarg ‘and took a trip through the train to see if ven C lover were still on board. ~ But, he failed to find her. “* She’s still in the sleeping-car, I presume,” he m Still, on second thought, he questioned the om ves ber the party,” said that offi xes, | remember the y,” sal at offi- ee Carried a gun, didn’t she?” . es. 222. EE, Se ee ee *¢ Black eyes and hair?” “cc Yes.” ‘* Well, she got a stop-over, and stopped off at Elko, forty miles back, on signal!” Dick shut his teeth hard together, ‘** Baffled again!” he muttered, ‘‘She was a confederate of Monk!” CHAPTER XIV. CONCLUSION, THE disappearance of the Clover girl not only surprised, but annoyed the detective. He had depended somewhat upon her assis- tance in finding Monk, on their arrival in San Francisco. Once in his grip he would lodge him in jail, and thus save the girl from committing a murder. But, now that Jen Clover had disappeared, and the conductor asserted that she had gotten off the train at Elko, it was but natural for Dick to decide that her entire story was a lie, and that she was a colleague of this diabolical wretch, Mora Monk, Questioning the conductor, Dick found that the train would not stop again, until they ar- rived at Winnemucca, one hundred and forty four miles distant. Dick had said nothing of his encounter with the woman, to the other members of his party, and did not consider it necessary to do so, now. The train would reach Winnemucca at mid- day, and there would coanect with a train east- ward bound, toward Elko, If the party wanted to take the back track, this was their chance. That chance Dick prompt- ly decided to take and so informed his employer and confederate. All were surprised at this new turn in affairs, but consented to leave the train at Winnemucca. Yet Mr. Edwards was doubtful. ‘*] don’t see the object of this move, Bristol,” he said, when they kad alighted on the platform. ‘* Have you given up the race?” ‘No. Do [ look like a man who gives up?” “*T infer, then, that it is useless to question you.” ‘Practically speaking, I will say yes.” That settled it, and Mr, Edwards withheld any further inquiry. The east-bound train arrived in the course of half an hour, and our party boarded it, The journey back to Elko was a dreary one, for it had begun to rain again, and everybody seemed out of sorts, Billy, especially, had the blues, and all at- tempts to cheer him up were futile. t Dick !” be said, ‘* you’ve done a lot for me, and I won’t never be able to pay ye fer it, likely. Bat, I'll allus think of ye, and remember you as the best friend I ever iad!” “Why, what’s the matter, Billy. What do you mean?” ‘‘T mean that we part,” was the reply. ‘I’m going back to New York, and resume my old business. I’m not cut out for your profession.” This naturally gave Dick food for more specu- lation and worriment, Might not this stop off at Elko have been only a ruse?—a scheme to delay the progress of the party to ’Frisco?—for, while Dick was on his re- turn to Elko, Jen Clover could easily pass him on the way by a Westward-bound train, and reach ’Frisco hours ahead of him. He pondered anxiously and in silence, as the train rolled on; not one of his party guessed how dispirited he was. t last, after what seemed an interminable period, the conductor yelled out: ““Eilko!” “We get off here!” Dick announced, to his companions, “What for?” ‘‘Never mind what for, sufficient importance,” The others regarded him donbtfully. “ Why this is only a little station!” interposed Steele. “That matters not. I get off here, If the rest of you want to go on do so.” And with this\Deadwood Dick grabbed his grip, and left the train—all hurriedly following, not knowing, apparently what else to do. Elko is a dry, dozy little settlement, and about the biggest excitement they ever have there, is a dog-fight. Dick approached the station- ing with a pipe in his mouth, an his boots. * Are you the agent?” asked Dick. ‘¢- Yas,” was the reply. ‘‘Do many passengers get off at this place?” IT have reasons of | a big be- his pants in 11 ‘*Darned few.” ‘In the last two days, how many have ar- rived here? ** Waal,countin’ you-’uns—let me see—I reckon about seven, tho’ I wouldn’t sw’ar to et!” ‘*Can you describe these parties?” “Waal, I ain’t much of a descriptivist, part- ner, but I allow that the first two which landed yesterday were a man anda gal, The man was ruther a good-lookin’ chap,” “And the young woman?” ‘Give et up. She was enweloped in a rubber overcoat with a hood on et—fer et war rainin’ like thunder—and thar was a vail over her mug so one couldn’t see what she looked like, Her figger, tho’, was purty fair, an’ I allow she war a ruther young spring chicken,” ‘Who was the third party that came?” **Didn’t know her no more 'n I did t’other ’uns., She carried a gun, and, as mine war tew home, I war perlite as I c’u’d be, [ve no use fera gun when | don’t hold ig myself. Hev you?” ‘¢ Well, to tell the truth, I generally prefer to hold the gun myself. Do you know where these parties went?” ‘© Well, Ireckov, Ther’s few things ’bout this town that 1 don’t know.” “Well, where did they go?” “To Mack’s.” ‘ ‘¢ Where is that?” ‘* Vander,” and the finger of the burly station- agent pointed to a rough-looking abode two hun- dred yards away. It was a suspicious-looking place, at the best, but, then, nearly every residence in the town wore the same rough and tough appearance, “The first two parties went there?” said Dick, ““ Yes,” ** And the third one? Where did she go?” ‘She went thar, too.” ‘* Have you seen any of them since?” *T have not.” ‘‘ What kind of a place is this Mack’s?” ‘Waal, stranger, I ain’t much fer talkin’ ag’in’ my neighbors, but ’twixt you an’ me, l’d advise tenderfeet ter keep away from thet place o’ Mack’s, Thar’s sum purty hard citizens hangs out thar, and, as fer Mack’s scruples, ye could chuck ’em all away iu a needle’s eye!” ; “Thanks, for your information. Is there a sheriff in this town?” ‘“A what?” and the station-agent looked dumfounded. ‘Av sheriff, I said,” replied Dick, ‘ Don’t you kuow what a sheriff is ‘““Waal, yes. But, ther’ ain’t none about these immeget parts. They don’t thrive beer, fora cent, The only law dispenser we've got is a constable, and he lives sixteen miles out o’ town, and only comes in when he wants ter get his demijobn filled, We was thinkin’ of electin’ a mayor an’ board o’ aldermen, but that boodle racket in New York changed our views com- eS : Dick bade bis companions remain in the wait- ing-room of the depot, and then went to Mack’s, over whose door he perceived a sign that in- formed him it was a public house. There was but one front door, This Dick opened, and entered a small room containing a bar, and a few chairs and tables, Three persons were inthe room, They were Mora Monk, Jen Clover and an old woman, whom Dick concluded was the proprietress of the place, The attitudes and appearances of the trio seemed to indicate that they were, or had been, holding a quarrelsome discussion, The entrance of Deadwood Dick, however, brought matters to a climax—the very climax that draws our story to a close, oo The instant that Monk laid eyes on the detec- tive, his hand flew to his bip-pocket, and when withdrawn held an ugly-looking revolver, ‘““Now, you detective hound, you will find what you want, and get your just deserts in the bargain!” ith that he raised his revolver to fire, but bis intended victim was not the victim, Jen Clover sprung forward, eee the hand that held the revolver, and, with a sudden twist, turned the muzzle backward. There was a sharp report, and the villain fel} to the floor, shot in the breast. “T am avenged!” exclaimed Jen, turning to Dick. ‘I saved your life! You will find the young lady in the next room, yonder. You have no further use for me, sol will go,” and giving one savage glance at the stricken man on the floor, Jen Clover took her departure. A search of the house resulted in the discov- ery of Evelyn Edwards. She was in a sort of
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12 Deadwood Dick’s Chase Across the Continent. dazed condition as if under a spell—evidently recognizing Dick, but giving him a perfectly passionless greeting. He at once divined the na'ure of the case. She was and had been for a long time under the mesmeric influence of the scoundrel who had led her away, and that spell could only be dissolved by the mesmerist’s own act and will power, Returning to the room where he lay, the de- tective found him wholly conscious, but life fast ebbing away. ‘*Monk, you know me?’ bending over the man. The wretch opened his eyes, “Yes, I understand. Have you found her?” he asked, in a feeble voice, ‘She is in there, but under the influence of your power. As the only reparation you can make, before you go into the presence of your Maker, you must release her from your malign spell and restore her unharmed to ber father. ill you be man enough to do this?” and Dick bent over the abductor, his eyes fastened on him with intense, commanding earnestness, Monk seemed fairly to writhe under the in- fluence of that gaze; he was in the grasp of a will strong as his own. , He hesitated: then turned away. ‘* Speak out! I command you!” and Dick’s voice was terrible in its intense feeling. *¢*T—]—cannot!” murmured the villain, **You dare not carry my curse, and ber curse, and her father’s curse with you! Wée her to be free again! Dare to disobey, and, by Heaven, I will roast you before you die and send you howling into the other world!” and he griped the shoulder, turning Monk face upward, to meet those blazing eyes. | The wretch shivered and paled to the pallor of a corpse, then slowly said, in a firm voice: ..‘* Evelyn! Do you hear?” 4 )A brief pause. {}‘‘ Evelyn, [release you! Iam longer no your master! Go, and forever be free from my in- fluence!” apd, having seemingly spent bis strength in this exertion of his marvelous will power, he closed his eyes and sunk into com- plete insensibility. The door opened, and Evelyn glided into the . room, surprise, consternation, dread written on her face, but that dazed look wholly gone! Dick comprehended in an instant the truth: the poor girl was indeed released from Monk’s malign and terrible hypnotic control; and ad- vancing and taking her hand, the now delighted detective led her at once out on the street. ‘Where are we, Mr.— Mr.—” and she stopped, refusing to go further, ‘*'You are with your friends once more, Miss Edwards. I am Richard Bristol, the detective, and have at last rescued you from the power of that human devil, Mora Monk. Your father awaits you at the station. Will you not be glad to see him and to go home again?” “Oh, yes! take me home and Jet me rest. I am so tired—so tired!” and Dick caught her, to prevent her from falling to the ground. “Be of good heart, Miss Evelyn! Atl will be well,” he encouraged, ‘Let us get away from this vile place as soon as possible,’ Slowly they wended their way back to the station, where the ttree were waiting in great uneasiness the result of Dick’s investigation. _When he reappeared, half-supporting the lost girl on his strong arm, there was indeed aston- ishment in the little group; but, in an instant, the father had bis daughter in his clasp, crying like a child over the recovery of his darling, Explanations then were brief. All felt the need of getting away from the spot as soon as possible; and, fortunately, had not long to wait, for an excursion train soon came up, bound east, and stopped for water. Aboard this the whole party were permitted to embark—the Tace across the continent was ended! The return to New York was finally cousum- mated—Mr. Edwards insisting that all the three detectives should accompany him; and when, at Jength, they parted, in the Edwards mansion, it was in cheerful mood, for Evelyn had become strong again, and the late unhappy father was in the best of spirits over her entire recove from the baleful effects of that terrible hypnotic euthrallment, That Dick was generously rewarded goes without saying; and that Billy and Steele were ‘made happy with a liberal recognition of their services is equally a matter of fact. Billy was greatly rejoiced, moreover, to learn, as he soon did, that he was not a murderer, for the daring scamp, Jack Heath, was seen shadow- ing the house only a day or two after Mr, Ed- Warus’s return. This reappearance gave no one any anxiety, eee ee ee en ee ee a rae for, now that Mr. Edwards and his daughter knew the true character of the two nephews, there was no likelibood of their ever again darkening his door, If they did come, Inspector Byrnes would give them a most unwelcome recep- tion at Headquarters, THE END. Beadle’s Dime Library. BY FRANCIS JOHNSON. 25 The Gold Guide; or, Steel Arm, Regulator. 26 The Death Track; or, The Mountain Outlaws. 123 Alapaha the Squaw; or, The Border Renegades 1%4 Assowaum the Avenger; or, The Doom of the Destroyer. 135 The Bush Ranger: or, The Half-Breed Pajah, 136 The Outlaw Hunter; or, The Bush Ranger. 1388 The Border Bandit; or, The Horse Thief’s Trail BY COL. THOMIAS HH, MONSTERY. 82 Iron Wrist, the Swordmaster. 126 The Demon Duelist; or, The League of Steel, 148 The Czar’s Spy; or, The Nihilist League 150 El Rubio Bravo, King of the Swordsmen. 157 Mourad, the Mameluke; or, The Three Sword- masters. 169 Corporal Cannon, the Man of Forty Duels 236 Champion Sam; or, The Monarchsof the Show 262 Fighting Tom, the Terror of the Toughs. 382 Spring-Heel Jack: or, The Masked Mystery. BY MAJOR DANGERFIELD BURR. 92 Buffalo Bill, the Buckskin King, 117 Dashing Dandy; or, The Hotspur of the Hills, 142 ear Crimson, the Man of the Iron Face. 156 Velvet Face, the Border Bravo. 175 Wild Bill’s Trump Card; or, The Indian Heiress, 184 The Phantom Mazeppa; or, The Hyena. 448 Hark Kenton, the Traitor. 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BY CAPT. FRED. WHITTAKER. 89 The Russian Spy; or, The Starry Cross Brothers. 65 The Red Rajah; or, The Scourge of the Indies. 69 The Irish Captain, A Tale of Fontenoy. 96 Double Death; or, The Spy of Wyoming. 98 The Rock Rider; or, The Spirit of the Sierra. 108 The Duke of Diamonas. 115 The Severed Head; or, The Secret of Castle Coucy. 132 Nemo, King of the Tramps, 159 Red Rudiger, the Archer, 174 The Phantom Knights. | 187 The Death’s Head Cuirassiers., 193 The Man in Red, 206 One Eye. the Cannoneer. 211 Colonei Plunger; or, The Unknown Sport, 215 Parson Jim, King of the Cowboys. 22 The Mad Hussars; or, The O’s and the Mac’s, 230 The Fiving Dutchman of 1880. 242 The Fog Devil; or, The Skipper of the Flash, 247 Alligator Ike: or. The Secret of the Everglade. 253 A Yankee Cossack; or,The Queen of the Nibilists, 265 Old Double-Sword; or, Pilots and Pirates. 272 Seth Slocum, Raiiroad Surveyor, 277 The Saucy Jane, Privateer, 284 The Three Frigates; or. Old Ironsides’ Revenge, 290 The Lost Corvette: or, Blakeley’s Last Cruise. 295 Old Cross-Eve. the Maverick-Hunter, 303 Top-Notch Tom, the Cowboy Outlaw. 310 The Marshal of Satanstown; or, The Cattle- Lifterw’ League. $26 The Whitest Man in the Mines, 878 John Armstrong. Mechanic. 406 Ol Pop Hicks, Showman. 412 Larry Locke. the Mangf Iron. 445 Journeyman John, the Champion, i BY DR. J. H. ROBINSON, 18 Pathaway; or, Nick Whiffles, the old Nor’west Trapper. 17% Nightshade; or, The Robber Prince. 22 Whitelaw; or, Nattie of the Lake Shore. 37 Hirl, the Hunchback; or, The Santee Sword- maker. 58 Silver Knife; or. The Rocky Mountain Ranger, 70 Hydrabad, the Strangler. 73 The Knights of the Red Cross; or, The Granada Magician. 163 Ben Brion; or, Redpath, the Avenger. BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID. 8 a Headless Horseman; A Strange Story of exas. 12 The Death-Shot; or, Tracked to Death. 55 The Scalp Hunters. A Romance of the Plains. 66 The Specter Barque. A Tale of the Pacific. %4 gk a of the Rifles; or, The Queen of the es. 200 The Rifle Rangers; or, Adventures in Mexico, 208 The White Chief. A Romance of Northern Mex- ico. 213 The War Trail; or, The Hunt of the Wild Horse. 218 The Wild Huntress; or, The Squatter’s Veu- geance 228 The Maroon. A Tale of Voodoo and Obeah, 234 The Hunter’s Feast, 267 The White Squaw. BY CAPTAIN MARK WILTON, 176 Lady Jaguar, the Robber Queen. 194 Don Sombrero. the California Road Gent. 202 Cactus Jack, the Giant Guide, 219 The Scorpion Brothers; or, Mad Tom’s Mission. 223 Canyon Dave, the Man of the Mountain, 227 Buckshot Ben, the Man-Hunter of Idaho. 237 Long-Haired Max; or, The Black League, 245 Barranca Bill, the Revolver Champion 258 Bullet Head, the Colorado Bravo. 263 lron-Armed Abe, the Hunchback Destroyer, 266 Leopard Luke, the King of Horse-Thieves. 271 Stonefist, of Big Nugget Bend. 276 Texas Chick. the Southwest Detective. | 285 Lightning Bolt, the Canyon Terror. 291 Horseshoe Hank, the Man of Big Luck, 805 Silver-Plated Sol, the Montana Rover, 811 Heavy Hand; or, The Marked Men. 823 Hotspur Hugh; or, The Banded Brothers, ¥ BY NED BUNTLINE. 14 Thayendanegea,the Scourge; or, The War-Hagle, ~~ 16 The White Wizard; or, The Seminole Prophet, 18 The Sea Bandit; or, The Queen of the Isle. ; 23 The Red Warrior; or, The Comanche Lover, , 61 Captain Seawaif, the Privateer. 111 The Smuggler Comtain; or, The Skipper’s Crimeé, 122 Saul Sabberday, the Idiot SPY 270 Andros, the Rover; or, The Pirate’s Daughter, 861 ‘Tombstone Dick, the Train Pilot. ; 517 Buffalo Bill’s First Trail. 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\ | | ie BEADLE’S« H ALF- DIME*« | IBRARY. Published Every Tuesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents. No Double Numbers. 1 gp el Dick, the Prince of the Road. By E. 2 Yellowstone Jack; or, minripens - t esg Enchanted Ground. By J oseph -* ac atte $8 Kansas King; or, T Right Hand. By Buffalo Bill. 4 The Wild Horse Hunters. 7, Capt. ohn, fa Reid. 5 bp — the Young Wande w. By Oll Coo 6 ak Biddon, Tra) Pike © or, Life in the Northwest. Edward re boat oe Ocean Outcast. By E. 8. Bilis.’ 9 The Adventures of Baron Munchausen. 10 Nat Todd; or, The Fate of the Sioux Captive. By E. 8. Ellis. 11 The Two Detectives; or, The Fortunes of a Bow- ery Girl. By Albert W: Aiken. 12 Gulliver's Travels. ts The Dumb Spy By Oll Coomes. 4 Aladdin; or, The Wonderful Lamp. 15 The Sea-Cat; or, The Witch of Darien. By Fred. Whittaker. 16 Lite and pe Adventures of Robinson Crusoe. By Daniel Defoe. 17 Ralph Roy, the Boy Buccaneer; or, The Fugitive Yacht. y Col. 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Wheeler. 83 The Ocean Bioomounds or, The Red Pirates of the Caribbees. .B . Pierce, 84 pas ee Sol; or Kick Whifiles's Boy Spy. By 35 Wild Ie Sar "the Bo oF Claude Duval; or, The Broth- erhood of Dead. Deadwood Dick Romance No, 4. By Edward L. Wheeler. 36 oy aaa gill or, The Queen of the Arena. 37 We ni Hidden odes: or, The Little Hunter of the Adirondacks. 4 .C, Harbaugh. re Ned wee the Boy Scout. By Texas Jack. 89 Death-Face, the Detective; or, Life and Love in New York. By Edward aL: eeler. 40 Rov se, Bee Astory of a Young American. By John J. Marshall. 41 amas sack: the Young Mustanger. By OlL 42 Deadwood Dick’s Bonanza; or, The Phantom Miner. By Edward L. Wheeler. 43 ag porns the Pony Express Rider. By Capt. 44 Rattling Rube; or, The Night-Hawks of Ken- tucky. Harry St. George. chy Old oe nche, the Great Annihilator; or, Wild Edna, the Girl Brigand. By Edward Er - Wheeler. 46 Glass-Eye, the Great Shot of the West. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams, 47 Nightingale Nat; or, The Forest Captains, By T. C. Harbaugh. 48 Black John, the Road-Agent; or, The Outlaws’ Retreat. By Jos. E. Badger, Ur. 49 Deadwood Dick in Danger, — ie Ol, the Masked Terror. By Edward 50 Burt Bunker, the Tra sper A Tals of gs North- les; Or, The Underground Camp. By et By C, 'E, The Boy Archie C, Iron. 82 The White erie A Tale of Strange Adven- ture, By Chas. E. Lasalle. 83 Jim Bludsoe, Jr., the Boy Phenix; or, Through or Death. he Bey L. Whee! er. t Be) Od uy es hg eiory; or, Seaiay Ellis’s Scalp By Harry 60 The White Indian; or, oe Booms of the Yellow- stone. By Capt. J.F 61 Buckhorn Bfl; or, The Seat Rifle Team, By Ed- ward L. Wheeler. 62 The Shadow Ship; or, Tne Rival Lieutenants. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 68 The Red Brotherbeod: or, The Twelve Aven- ers. By W. J. Hamilton. andy Jack; or, The Outlaw of the Oregon ot a By T. 0. Harbaugh 65 Hurricane Bill; or, Cet Sam and His ‘ Pard.” By Jos. E. Badg ger, Jr. 66 Single Hand; or, A Life for a Life. By W. G. Hamilton. 67 Patent-Leather ve en oe Rattlesnake, the Charmer. 5 A, 69 The Border Robin Hood; oh The Prairie Rover, By Buffalo Bill. 69 Gold Rifle, the Sharpshooter; or, The Lor De- tective of the Black Ranch, By E. L. Wheeler. 70 Bik. fe cena: or, A Greenhorn in the Woods. 71 Daleware Dick, the Young Ranger Spy; or, Bro- ther Against Brother. By Oll Coomes. 72 Mad Tom Wester pane Texan Ranger; or, The ueen of the Prai By W. J. Hamilton. 73 Deadwood Dick on Deck: or, Calamity Jane, the Herome of Whoop-up. By Wheeler. vc! Sark: -eye Harry, the Young ‘Trapper Ranger, Oll Coomes. 75 T e Boy Duelist; or, The cruise of the Sea Wolf. yo a Pp; Ingraham. 76 Abe Colt, the Crow-KiHer. By Albert W. Aiken. 7 Cordnroy Charlie, the Boy Rover; or, Deadwood Dick’s Last Act, By E. L. Wheeler. 78 Blue Dick; or, bigs Yellow Chief's Vengeance, By Captain Mayne R 79 Sol Ginger, the Giant Trapper; or, The Flower cf the Blackfeet. By Albert W, Aiken. 80 Rosebud Rob; or, Nugget Ned, the Knight of the Gulch. By Edward L. Wheeler. 81 Li eng J Jo, the Terror of the Prairie. By Cap- C. Adams. 82 Kit Harefoot, the Wood-Hawk; or, Old Powder- Face and His Demons. By T. 0. Harbaugh. 88 Rollo, the Boy ee er; or, The Heiress of the Golden Horn By Oll Coomes. 84 _ the Girl Miner; or, Rosebud Rob on Hand. y Edward L. Wheeler. 85 Bik Buckram ; dr Bess, ae Female Trapper. By Captain J. F. C. A 86 Dandy Rock, the Sean arbmanied By G. Wal- do Browne. 87 The Land” Pirates; or, The League of Devil’s Island. By Captain Mayne Reid. 88 Fbote raph, Phil; or, Rosebud Rob's Reappear- ance \dward L. Wheeler, 89 Island Jim; or, The Pet of the Family. By the author of “Jack Harkaway.”’ 90 Lhe Dread Rider; or, The Texan Duelist. By George W. Browne, 91 The Captaia of the Club; or, The Young Rival Athletes. By Bracebridge Hemyng, (Jack Harkaway). 92 Canada Chet, the Counterfeiter Chief; or, Ola Anaconda in Sitting Bull’s Camp. By Wheeler. 98 The Bo ines or, The Enchanted Island, By Edward 8, Elis. 94 Midnight Jack, the Road- seen: or, the Boy Trapper of the Cheyenne. C. Harbaugh. 95 oe oe Rovers; or, fine peseaaere of the Ry Lieutenant Colonel Hazeltine. 96 Watch- Watney, the Shadow; or, Arabs and Angels of a Great Cicy. By Edward L. Wheeler. 97 The Catt Brothers; or, The Captive of the Har . J. Marshall. 98 Robin Hoo the Outlawed Earl. Stent Gildersleeve. 99 The Tiger of Taos; or, Wild Kate, Dandy Rock’s Angel, By George Waldo ba abe 100 Deadwood Dick in Leadville; Stroke for Liberty. By E. L. Wheeler 101 Jack Harkaway in New York; or, The Adven- eS e the Travelers’ Club. "By Bracebridge Hem 102 Dick Dead: Eye, the Boy Smuggler; or, The Cruise of the Vixen. By Col. P. Ingraham. 108 The Lion of the Sea; or, The Vailed Lady of San Tropez. By Colonel Delle Sara. 104 Deadwood een s Device; or, The Sign of the Double Cross. Edward L. Wheeler. - 105 Old Rube, the Hi unter; or, The Crow Captive. By Capt. H. Holmes. 106 Old Frosty, the Guide; or, The White Queen of the Blackfeet, By T. C. Harbaugh. 107 poe 3 ag Sim; or, The hieleiiend Forest Home. Bowen. 108 Bistog eat the Young Bear Killer; or, The Trail of the Border Wolf. By Harry St. George. 109 Reesisrgac Dick as Detective. By Edward L. Whee 110 The Black Steed of the Prairies. By James L. Bow ili The “Sea-Devil; or, The Midshi ’s Legacy. 112 Phe tad 1 nties Ingrahiaan, ae ra By e un or, Fanhan fase e Cave of Dea 118 Jack Hoyle, the Young pecans. ag The Road 114 The Black Schv Sania Ti faa i “th Old Tar ooner; Or, y By Roger Starbuck. Falta oa By Professor r, A Strange 115 bed Mad Miner; or, Dandy Rock’s Doom, By Waldo brewne. 116 re par Captain; or, The Hermit of Hell Gate. By Col. Prentiss Ingrahane. 117 Gilt aged Dick, the Sport- -Detective. By Ed- ard L. Wheeler. 118 Will Somers, the Boy Detective. By Charlie, 119 Mustang Sam; =, The King of the Plains. By Jos. E. ger, 120 The Branded Hand; or, The Man of Mystery. By Frank Dumont. 121 Cinnamon oni the Girl Sport; or, The Golden Ido! of Mt. Ro By Edward L. Wheeler. 122 Phil Hardy, the Boss Boy; or, The Mystery of the Strong By Charles Morris. 123 Kiowa Charley, the White Nustanger. By T. C. Harbaugh. 1% Tippy, the Texan; or, The Young Champion, By Geo. Gleason, 12 Rondbro Bill, Miner; or, Madam Mystery, the Female Forger. By Edward L. Wheeler. 126 Picayune Pete; or, Nicodemus, the Dog Detec- tive. By Char ies Morris. 127 Wild- -Fire, the Boss of the Road; or, The Wolves of Satan’s <a e by Frank Dumont. 128 The You vateer; or, The Pirates’ Strong- hold. By H. Cavendish. 129 Deadwood Dick's Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon’s Gulch. A Story of Wild-Cat City. By Edward L. Wheeler. 180 Detective Dick; or, The Hero in Rags. By Charles Morris. 181 The Golden Hand; or, Dandy Rock to the Rescue. 3? es W. Browne. 132 The Hunted Hunter; or, The Strange Horse- man of the Prairie. By Ed.58. Ellis 133 Boss Bob, the King of the Bootblacks; or, The. Pawnbroker's Plot. By Edward L. W heeler. 134 poset -Shot Seth, the Boy Rifleman. By Oll 00: 135 Captain Paul, the Moonshiner of ple et The Boy Spy ‘of the Mountains. 136 Night-Hawk Kit; or, The Pengnter ty oe Ron: By J. E. Badger, Jr. 137 mh Helpless Hand; or, Backwoods Retribution. y Capt. Mayne Ri Reid. 138 + Bi iors ick’s Home Base; or, Blonde Bill. By Edward L. Wheeler. 139 Jud Lynch, Jr.; or, The Boy Vigilante. By T- C. Harbaugh. 140 Blue Blazes; or, The Break Aa Day Boys of Rocky Bar. By Frank Dumont. 141 Solid Sam, the Boy Road Agent; or, The Branded Brows. By Edward L. Wheeler 142 Haccianes Harry, the Bootblack Detective. By Charles Morris. 143 Scar-Face Saul, the Silent Hunter; or, The Mys- tery of Fort Rane. Saag Coomes. 144 Dainty Lance, the Boy Sport; or, The Bank- cog. 28 Decoy Duck. y Joseph E. Bad- 145 pain Ferret, the New York Detective; or, Boss Bob's Boss Job. By E. L. Wheeler. 146 Silver Star, the Boy Knight. By Ol! Coomes, 147 Will Wildfire, the Thorougbbred; or, The Win- ning Hand. a Charles Morris. 148 Sharp Sam; or, The Adventures of a Friendless Oy: J: Alexander Patten. 149 Deadwood Dick’s Big Berike; or, A Game of Gold. By Edward L. Wheeler. 150 Lance and Lasso; or, The Children of the Chaco, By Captain Fred. Whittaker. 151 fanned Paul the Prairie Pirate; or, Dainty Lance to the Rescue. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 152 Black Bess, Will Wildfire’s Racer; or, Winning Against Odds. By Charles Morris, 153 Eagle Kit, the Boy Demon; or, The Outlaws of the Gold Hills, By Ol Coomes. 154 The Sword Hunters; or, The Land of the Ele- phant Riders. By Capt. F. Whittaker, 155 gold ee the Sport; or, The Girl Avenger. baugh. 156 rade Dick of Dea eae roed: or, The Picked Party. By Edward L. 157 Mike Merry, the Harbor Police Boy; or, The Night-Hawks of Philadelphia. By Chai Y s, Morris. 158 Fancy Frank of Colorado; or, the Tra rs Trust. By Buffalo Bil. ie 159 The Lost Captain; or, Skipper Jabez Coffin’s Cruise to the Open Polar on By Capt. Fred. Whittaker. 160 The Black Giant; or, Dainty Lance in Jeopardy; By Jos.ph E. Badger, Jr 161 New York Nell, the Boy-Girl Detective; or, Ol Blakesly’s Money. ward L, Wheeler, . 162 Will Wildfire in the Woods; or, Camp Life in the, Alleghanies. By Charles Morris. 163 Little Texas, the Young Mustanger. Coomes. ‘ 164 Dandy Rock’s Pledge: or, Hunted to Death. ee George Waldo Browne. 165 Billy Baggage, the Railroad Boy; or, Run to Earth. By Charles Morris. 166 Hickory Harry; or, the Trapper-Brigade's Spy. By Harry St. George. 5 Or By Ol
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| Pirates of the Mississippi. { 168 Deadly Dash; or, Fighting Fire with Fire. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. $ 169 Tornado Tom; or, Injun Jack from Red Core, By T. C. Harbaugh. 170 ‘A Trump Card;”’ or, Will Wildfire Wins and Loses. By Charles Morris. 171 Ebony Dan; or, The Rival Leagues of Silver fs Circle. By Frank Dumont. + 172 Thunderbolt Tom; or, The Wolf-Herder of the Rockies. By Harry St. George. 173 Dandy Rock’s Rival; or, The Hunted Maid of Taos. By George Waldo Browne. { 174 Bob Rockett, the Boy Dodger; or, Mysteries of ; New York. By Charles Morris. 175 Captain Arizona, the King Pin of Road-Agents; oe te kaa Joe’s Big Game. By Philip . Warne. 1%6 The Boy Runaway; or, The Buccaneer of the Bay. By Lieut. H. D. Perry, U.S. N, By Ed. ett. ‘ | 177 Nobby Nick of Nevada; or, The Scamps of the \ Sierras. By Edward L. Wheeler. f 178 Old Solitary, the Hermit Trapper; or, The Dra- gon of Silver Lake. By Oll Coomes. ; 179 Bob Rockett, the Bank Runner; or, The Road to Ruin. By Charles Morris. 180 The Sea Trailer; or, A Vow Well Kept. By Lieut, H. D. Perry, U.S. N. 181 Wild Frank, the Buckskin Bravo; or, Lady Lily’s ; Love. By Edward L. Wheeler. 182 Little Hurricane, the Boy Captain; or, The Oath of the Young Avengers. By Oll Coomes. 183 The Hidden Hand; or, Will Wildfire’s Revenge. By Charles Morris. 184 The Boy Trailers; or, Dainty Lance on the War- Path. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 185 Evil Eye. King of Cattle Thieves; or, The Vul- tures of the RioGrande. By F. Dumont. yy 186 Cool Desmond; or, The Gambler’s Big Game. + | By Col. Delle Sara, \ fi 187 Fred Halyard, the Life Boat Boy; or, The a, Smugglers of the Inlet. By Charles Morris. 188 Ned Temple, the Border Boy; or, The Mad Hunter of Powder River. By T. C. Harbaugh. 189 Bob Rockett, the Cracksman; or, Driven to the Wall. By Charles Morris. 190 Dandy Darke; or, The Tigers of High Pine. By Wm. R. Eyster. 191 Buffalo Billy, the Boy Bullwhacker; or, The Doomed Thirteen. By Capt. A. B, Taylor. 192 Captain Kit, the Will-o’-the-Wisp; or, The Mys- ey % Montauk Point. By Lieut. H. D. Perry, et alt Ah POO TI 193 Captain Mask, the Lady Road-Agent; or, Patent- Leather Joe’s Defea’, By P. S. Warne. 194 Buffalo Bill’s Bet; or, The Gambler Guide. By Capt. Alfred B. Taylor, U.S. A. 4 195 Deadwood Dick’s Dream; or, The Rivals of the . Road. By Edward L. Wheeler. 196 Shadowed: or, Bob Rockett’s Fight for Life. By Charles Morris. f { } 197 Little Grit, the Wild Rider; or, Bessie, the ™ Stock-Tender’s Daughter. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. ey 198 Arkansaw, the Man with the Knife; or, The { Queen of Fate’s Revenge. By T, C. Harbaugh, 199 Featherweight, the Boy Champion of the Musk- =] in ; or, On his Muscle, Wits and Honor. By ae Edward Willett. v 200 The Boy Bedouins; or, The Brothers of the Plumed Lance, By Capt. F. Whittaker. 201 Deadwood Dick’s Ward; or, The Black Hills Jezebel. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 202 Prospect Pete, of the Boy Brigade; or, The Young Outlaw Hunters. By Oll Cocmrte. 203 The Boy Pards; or, Dainty Lanee Unmasks. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 204 Gold Plume, the Boy Bandit; or, the Kid-Glove ef Sport, By Gol. Prentiss Ingraham. 205 Deadwood Dick’s Doom; or, Calamity Jane’s - » «Last Adventure. By Ed. L. » heeler. "em Dark Paul, the Tiger King; or, Caught in His Own Trap. By Charles Morris, 207 Navajo Nick, the Boy old Hunter; or, The asa \ Three Pards of the tic Buttes. By T. C. Yas Harbaugh. of 208 The Boy Hercules; or, The Prairie Tramps. B f ol Coomes. ; r ase Taal 209 Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective; or, Dot Leetle ' Game Mit Rebecea. By E. L. Wheeler. 210 Faro Frank of High Pine; or, Dandy Darke’s Go-Down Pards. Te We R. Eyster. if 3 a 211 Crooked Cale, the Caliban of Celestial City. { By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. e BR } 212 Dashing Dave, the Dandy Detective; or, The : ie League of the Secret Brotnerhood. By Charles Hf Morris. y \ 218 Fritz to the Front; or, The Ventriloquist Scam ee Hunter. By Edward L. Wheeler. zs Yaeger got o ts) 4 3 Fred. Whittaker. y ‘a * Beadle’s Half-Dime Library. , TR ST a Re ee EE ee eo ee a Se : 167 Asa Scott, the Steamboat Boy; YBa Land 215 Captain Bullet, the Raider King; or, Little | 265 The Tiger Tamer; or, The League of the Jungle. L Topknot’s Crusade. By T. C. Harbaugh. 216 Bison Bill, the Prince of the Reins; or, The Red ety of the Overland. By Col. Prentiss Ingra- am. 217 Captain Crack-Shot, the Girl Rrigand; or, Gypsy Jack from Jimtown. By Edward L. eeler. | 218 Tiger Tom, the Texan Terror. By Oll Coomes. 219 Despard, the Duelist; or, The Mountain Vam- | pires. By Philip 8S. Warne. 220 Tom Tanner, Scalawag and Scapegrace; or, The Black Sheep of the Flock. By Philip S. Warne. | 221 Sugar-Coated Sam; or, The Black Gowns of Grim Gulch. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 222 Grit, the Bravo Sport; or, The Woman Trailer. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, | 228 Ozark Alf, King of the Mountain; or, Feather- weight Among the Outlaws. By Ed. Willett. 224 Dashing Dick; or, Trapper Tom’s Castle. By Oll Coomes, 225 am Charcoal, the Premium Darky; or, How the Boy Got Even. By Chas. Morris. 226 Snoozer, the Boy Sharp; or, The Arab Detective. By Edward L. Wheeler. 227 Dusky Darrell, Trapper; or, The Green Ranger of the Yellowstone. By Edwin Emerson. 228 Little Wildfire, the Young Prairie Nomad; or, The Idylof Echo Canyon. By Oll Coomes. 229 Crimson Kate, the Girl Trailer; or, The Cowboy’s Triumph. By Col. P. Ingraham. 230 The Yankee Rajah; or, The Fate of the Black Shereef, By C. Dunning Clark. 231 Plucky Phil, of the Mountain Trail; or, Rosa, the Red Jezebel. By T. C. Harbaugh. 232 Gold-Dust Dick; or, The Three Wild Men of Eagle Bar. By Edward L. Wheeler. 233 Joe Buck of Angels and His Boy Pard, Paul Powderhorn. By Albert W. Aiken, 234 Old Rocky’s\* Boyees;” or, Benito, the Young Horse-Breaker. By Maj. Som §, Hall, “Buck: skin Sam.”’ 235 Shadow Sam. the Messenger Boy; or, Turning the Tables. By Charles Morris, 236 Apollo Bill, the Trail Tornado; or, Rowdy Kate from Right Bower. By Edward L. Wheeler. 237 Lone Star, the Cowboy Mice: or, The Mys- terious Ranchero, By Col. P. Ingraham, 238 The Parson Detective; or, Little Shocky, the Ranger of Raven Roost, By Oli Coomes. 239 The Gold-seeker Guide; or, The Lost Mountain. By Captain Mayne Reid. 240 Cyclone Kit, the Young Gladiator;or, The Lock- ed Valley. By Edward L. Wheeler. 7, 241 Bill Brayo, and His Bear Pards; c ughs of tae Rockies. By T. C. Harbaugh. 242 The Two ‘ Bloods’; or, Shenandoah Bill and His Gang. By Charles Morris. 243 The Disguised Guide; or, Wild Raven, the Ran- ger of the North. By Oll Coomes. 244 Sierra Sam, the Frontier Ferret; or, A Sister’s wWevotion. By Edward L. Wheeler. 245 Merle, the Middy; or, The Heir of an Ocean Freelance. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 246 Giant George; or, The Ang’l of the Range, By Major Sam S. Hall—“ Buckskia Sam.” 247 Old Grizzly and His Pets; or, The Wild Hunters of the Hills. By Captain “ Bruin’? Adams, 248 Sierra Sam’s Secret; or, The Bloody Footprints. By Edward L. Wheeler. 249 Milo Romer, the Animal King; or, The Round the World Wanderer. By Captain Fred Whittaker. 250 The Midshipman Mutineer; or, Brandt, the Buc- caneer. By Col. P. Ingraham, 251 Light-House Lige; or, Osceola, the Fire brand of the Everglades. By Captain J. F. C. Adams. 252 Dick Dashaway; or, A Dakota Boy in Chicago. By Charles Morris. 253 Sierra Sam’s Pard; or, The Angel of Vista. By Edward L. Wheeler. synth isa 254 The Half-Blood; or, The Panther of the Plains. By Edward §. Ellis. 255 Captain Apollo, the King-Pin of Bowie; or, Flash 0’ Lightning’s Feud. By T. GC. Harbaugh. 256 Young Kentuck; or, The Red Lasso. By Cap- tain Mark Wilton. 257 The Lost Hunters; or, The Underground Camp. By Captain J. F. G, Adams. ; 258 Sierra Sam’s Seven; or, The Stolen Bride, By Edward L. Wheeler. 259 The Golden Harpoon; or, Lost Among the Floes. By Roger Starbuck. 260 Dare-Devil Dan, the Young Prairie Ranger. By Oll Coomes. 261 Fergus Fearnaught, the New York Boy. B George L. cine / d : 262 The Young Sharps; or, Rollicking Mike’s Hot Trail. By Charles Morris. 263 Deadwood Dick’s Swamp Lake. 264 The Floating Feather; or, Merle Monte’s Treas- ngraham, Divide; or, The Spirit of Edward L, eeler. _———————— ann ure Island. Colonel Prentiss I By Captain Frederick Whittaker. ' 266 Killb’ar, the Guide; or, Davy Crockett’s Crooked Trail. By Ensign C. D. Warren. | 267 The Buckskin Detective; or, Claude Crecy, King of American Road-Agents. By T. C. Harbaugh. 268 Deadwood Dick’s Death Trail; or, From Ocean | to Ocean. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 269 The Gold Ship; or, Merle, the Condemned. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. | 270 Blizzard Ben, the Arizona Cyclone; or, The Riot at Keno Camp, By Capt. M. Wilton. 271 The Huge Hunter; or, The Steam Man of the Prairies. By Edward §. Ellis. 272 Minkskin Mike, the Boy Sharpshooter; or, Col- umbia Jim on the War-path. By Oll Coomes. 273 Jumbo Jose, the Boy Patrol; or, The Rival Heirs. By &dward L, Wheeler. ~ 274 Jolly Jim, the Detective hs ey or, Harry Keene's Big ** Lay.” By Charles Morris. 275 Arizona Jack; or, Giant George’s Tenderfoot Pard. By Buckskin Sam. 276 Merle Monte’s Cruise; or, The Chase of ‘* The Gold Ship.”” By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 277 Denver Doll, the Detective Queen; or, Yankee | Hisler’s Big Surround. By Edward L, Wheeler. 278 The Three Trappers; or, The Mountain Monster, By Major L. W. Carson. | 279 Old Winch, the Rifle King; or, The Buckskin Des- peradoes. By T. C, Harbaugh. 280 Merle Monte’s Fate; or, Pearl, the Pirate’s Pride. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 281 Denver Doll’s Victory; or, Skull and Cross-bones. By Edward L. Wheeler. 282 The Typo Detective; or, Weasel, the Boy Tramp. By Edward Willett. 283 Indian Joe; or, The White Spirit of the Hills, By Major Lewis W. Carson. | 284 The Sea Marauder; or, Merle Monte’s Pledge. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 285 Denver Doll's Decoy; or, Little Bill’s Bonanza. By Edward L. Wheeler. 286 Josh the Boy Tenderfoot; or, The Wild Men of Buzzard Bar. By Captain Mark Wilton. 287 Billy Blue-Eyes, the as Rover of the Rio Grande; or, Terror Tom’s Thorny Trail. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 288 The Scalp King; or, The Human Thunderbolt. By Captain J. F. C. Adams. = 289 Jolly Jim’s Job; or, The Young Detective’s Tri- umph. By Charles Morris. 290 Little Foxfire, the Boy Spy; or, Old Caleb Ar- buckle, Mountain Detective. By Oll Coomes, 291 Turk, the Boy Ferret. By E. L, Wheeler. 292 Sancho Pedro, the Boy Bandit; or, The Fighting Pards of Sierra Flat. By Major E. L. St. Vrain. 203. Red Cluwetne.One-Eyed Trapper; or, The Maid of the Cliff. By Captain Comstock. 294 Dynamite Dan; or, The Bowie Blade of Coche- | topa. By T. C. Harbaugh. | 295 Fearless Phil; or, The King of Quartzville. By | Edward Willett. 296 Denver Doll’s Drift; or, The Road Queen's Big Campaign. By E. L. Wheeler. 297 The Tarantula of Taos; or, Giant George’s Re- venge. By Buckskin Sam. 298 The Water Hound; or, The Young Thorough. bred. By Charles Morris. 299 A No. 1. the Dashing Toll-Taker; or, The School- marm o’ Sassafras, By E. L. Wheeler. ' 800 The Sky Demon; or, Rainbolt, the Ranger. By Oll Coomes. 301 Leadville Nick, the Boy Sport; or, The Mad Miner’s Vengeance. By Major E. L. St. Vrain. 302 The Mountain Detective; or, The Bully of Trig- ger Bar. By T. C. Harbaugh. 808 ’Liza Jane, the Girl Miner; or, The Iron-Nerved Sport. By Edward L. Wheeler. 304 The Dead Shot Dandy; or, Benito, the Boy Bu: gler. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 305 Dashaway of Dakota; or, A Western Lad in the Quaker City. By Chas. Morris. 806 Neck-Tie Ned, the Lariat-Thrower; or, The Dug- Out Pards. By Maj. Henry B. Stoddard. 807 The Strange Pard; or, Little Ben’s Death Hunt. By Buckskin Sam. 808 Keno Kit, the Boy Bugler’s Patd; or, Dead Shot Dandy’s Double. By Col. P. Ingraham, 809 Deadwood Diek’s Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon, By Ed. L. Wheeler. 810 The Barranea Wolf; or, The Beautiful Decoy. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 811 The Roving Sport; or, The Bride of Chuckaluck Camp. By Edward Willett. 312 Redtop Rube, the Vigilante Prince; or, the Black Regulators of Arizona. By Major E. L. ‘Bt. rain, 813 Cimarron Jack, the King Pin of Rifle-Shots; or, The Phantom Tracker. By Fred Dewey. 814 The ag a ge Marauder; or, The Boy Bugler’s Long Trail. By Col. P. Ingraham. 315 Ned, the Cabin ap A or, The Witch of the Haunted Fort, By Jack Farragut.
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{ 344 The Fighting Trio; or, Rat Yiscdie s-Fat . wr Vs twee] f-Dime Library. 316 Old Eclipse, Trump Card of Arizona; or, Little Snap Shot’s Horse Hunt. By T. C. Harbaugh. 817 Peacock Pete,the Lively Lad from Leadville. Lieut. Alfred Thorne. 318 Ker-Whoop, Ker-Whoo! or, The Tarantula of Taos on the War-Path. By Buckskin Sam. 319 The Black Rider; or, The Horse-Thieves’ League, Joseph E. Badger, Jr. B 320 The Sea Sorceress; or, Lieutenant Ned, the Boy | Skipper, By Jack Farragut. 221 Deadwood Dick’s Dozen; or, The Fakir of Phan- tom Flats. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 822 Nemo, the Detective; or, Kit Kenyon’s Ven- detta, By Edward Willett. 323 Arkansaw Jack, of the Man-Hunters; or, the Scourge of the Mines. By Harry Hazard. 824 Ralph Ready, the Hotel Boy Detective: or, Tracking the Foxes to Earth. By C. Morris. 825 Kelley, Hickey & Co., the Detectives of Phila- delphia; or, Satan’s Social. By Edward L. Wheeler. 826 The Ten Pards; or, The Terror of Take-Notice. By T. C. Harbaugh. : 827 Creeping Cat, the Caddo; or, The Red and White Pards. By Buckskin Sam. 328 The Sky Detective; or, A Boy’s Fight for Life and Honor. By Major Mickey Free. 829 Red-Skin Tom; or, Harry Hazard. 830 Little Quick-Snot, the Scarlet Scout: or, The Dead Face of Daggersviile. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 331 Black Nick, the Demon Rider; or, The Mountain ueén’s Warning. By Captain Fred Whittaker. 332 Frio Fred; or, The Tonkaway’s Trust. By Buckskin Sam. : 333 Brimstone Bob, and His Lightning Horse Quar- tette; or, Major Bragg’s Ride to Tombstone. by Major E. L. St. Vrain. 334 Kangaroo Kit; or, The Mysterious Miner. By Edward L. Wheeler. 835 Old Double Fist; or, The Strange Guide. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 336 Big Benson, the Brazos Bombshell; or, The een of the Lasso. By T. C. Harbaugh. 3837 Ben Bird, the Cave King; or, Big Pete’s Scoop. By W. J. Hamilton. 338 sougn Boy; or, The Dwarf’s Revenge. By Philip $. Warne. or, The Pride of Played- The Demon’s Trail. By 389 Kangaroo Kit’s Racket; Ont. By Edward L. Wheeler. 340 Clip, the Contortionist; or, The Vigilantes of Montana. By Edward Willett. 841 Tony Thorn, the Vagabond Detective; or, Run- ning Down a Rogue. By Charles Morris. $42 The Mountain Devil; or, Yellow Jack, the Out- . law Captain, By Harry Hazard. | 343 Manhattan Mike, the Bowery Blood; or, ‘‘ Work- inz-Up”’ a Difficult Case. I M Ed. L. Wheeler. lesnake, the Tonk- away. By Buckskin Sam. 345 Pitiless Mat, the White Slayer; or, Red Thunder- bolt’s Secret. By T. C. Harbaugh. 346 Rapier Raphael; or, The Swordsmen of Zacate- cas. By Major H. B, Stoddard, Ex-Scout. | 347 Deadwood Dick’s Ducats; or, Rainy Days in the Diggings. By Edward L. Wheeler. #8 Fireheels; or, Old Skinflint, the Death-Shadow. by Roger Starbuck. ili olf, the Waco; or, Big-Foot Wallace to ___ the Front. By Buckskin Sam. 350 Red Ralph, the River Rover; or, The Brother’s - Revenge. By Ned Buntline. 351 Deadwood Dick Sentenced; or, The Terrible Vendetta. By Edward L. Wheeler. 352 Tombstone Tom, the Arizona Boy of ‘‘Sand”’; oy, The Hyena from Hard Luck, By Major E, L. St. Vrain. 353 The ee Detective; or, Fred Flyer’s Bliz- zard. By Charles Morris. 354 ig’ Horn Ike, the Hill Tramp; or, The Odd Perds. By Roger Starbuck. 355 T\ e King of the Woods; or, Daniel Boone’s Last Trail. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. | 356 Cool Sam and Pard; or, The Terrible Six From Texas. ed T. C. Harbaugh. 357 The Ranch Raiders; or, the Siege of Fort Pur- gatory. By Buckskin Sam. 358 First-Class Fred, the Gent from Gopher; or, The Sat Drop from Brimstone Bar. By BE, is, eeler. 859 Durango Dave, the Young Champion Wrestler; — The Colorado Song Queen. By Major E. L, St. Vrain. 860 Silver-Mask, the Man of Kgs or, The Cross of the Golden Keys. By J. C. Cowdrick. 261 The Phantom Light-House; or, ‘‘ Black Rock,” the Smuggler Spy. By Roger Starbuck. 362 Deadwood Dick's Claim; or, The Fairy Face of as roc 4 oe Ped oe a, acne gh ; Little Tornado; or. The Outcasts of the Glen. By Philip S. Warne, 364 Snap-Shot, the Boy Ranger; or, The Snake and tke Dove. By Buckskin Sam. 365 Baltimore Ben, the Bootblack Detective: or, The Fortunes of an Orphan Girl. By Anthony P. + rris. \—~366 Velvet Foot, the Indian Detective; or, The Taos Tiger. By T. C, Harbaugh. 367 Wide-Awake Joe; or, A Boy of the Times. By Charles Morris. 368 Yreka Jim, the Gold-Gatherer; or, The Lottery of Life. By Edward L, Wheeler. 369 Shasta, the Gold King; or, For Seven Years Dead. By J. UC. Cowdrick. 370 Breaker Ben, the Reef- Runner; or, the Telltale Hand. By Roger Starbuck. e 371 Kingbolt Chris, the Young Hard- Shell Detec- tive; or, The Solid Man From Slow-Coach. By Major E. L. St. Vrain. \ p. By | 373 Little W. 872 Yreka Jim’s Prize; or, The Wolves of Wake- By E. L. Wheeler. ingo; or, The Queer Pard. By Philip S. arne. 374 Gold Dust Tom; or, Ambergris Ben’s Double Match. By George Henry Morse. 875 Chiota, the Creek; or, The Three Thunderbolts. By Buckskin Sam. 376 California Joe’s First Trail. A Story of the De- By Colonel Thomas Hoyer stroying Angels. Monstery. 877 Bonodel, the Boy Rover; or, The Flagless Schooner. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 378 Nabob Ned; or, The Secret of Slab City. By Edward L. Wheeler. 879 Larry, the Leveler; or, The Bloods of the Boule- vard. By Charles Morris. 380 Avalanche Alf, the Foothills Guide; or, The Snow-Prisoners of Colorado, By Major E, L. St. Vrain. 381 Bandera Bill; or, Frio Frank to the Front, By uckskin Sam. 382 Cool Kit, the King of Kids. By Edward IL. Wheeler. 383 The Indian Pilot; or, The Search for the Pirate Island. By Col, Prentiss Ingraham, 384 Whip-King Joe, the Boy Ranchero. By Oll Coomes. 385 Yreka Jim’s Joker; or, The Rivals of Red Nose. By E. L. Wheeler. <= 886 Captain Cutlass, the Ocean Golders or, The Buc- caneer’s Girl Foe. By T. C. Harbaugh. 887 Warpath Will, the Boy Phantom; or, The Traitor Guide. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 888 Little Oh-my; or, Caught in His Own Trap. By Philip S. Warne. 889 Bicycle Ben; or, The Lion of Lightning Lode. By Edward L. Wheeler, 890 Jaguar Joe; or, The Rivals of Barrel Gulch. By oer: E. L. St. Vrain. 891 Kid-Glove Kit; or, Dainty Danford’s Vow. By H. B. Stoddard, Ex-Scout. 892 Romeo and the Reds; or, The Beleagured Ranch. By Buckskin Sam. 393 The Boy Lieutenant; or, The Red Clasped Hands. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 394 Yreka Jim of Yuba Dam. By Edward L. Wheeler. 895 California Joe’s War Trail; or, The Minnesota Massacre. By Capt. F. Whittaker. 396 Rough Rob, of Dynamite; or, The Twin Cham- ions of Blue Blazes. By T. GC. Harbaugh. 397 Bob 0’ the Bowery; or, The Prince of Mulberry Street. ByJo Pierce, of the New York Detec- tive Force. 398 Kid-Glove Kit and Pard; or, The Gold King of Weird Canyon. By Maj. H. B. Stoddard. 899 Black Buckskin; or, The Masked Men of Death Canyon, By Col. A. F. Holt. 400 Wrinkles, the Night-Watch Detective. By Ed- ward L. Wheeler. 401 Little Shoo-Fly; or, A Race for a Ranch. By Philip S. Warne. 402 Isodor, the Young Conspirator; or, The Fatal League. By Col. P. Ihgraham. 408 Firefly Jack, the River-Rat Charles Morris. 404 Littie Lariat; or, Pecan Pete’s Big Rampage. By Buckskin. Sam. 405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City. By Edward L. Wheeler. 406 The Mad Man-Hunter; or, Mystery of Golden Gulch. By Maj. H. B. Stoddard, Ex-Scout. 407 The Boy Insurgent; or, The Cuban Vendetta. By Col. P. Ingraham, 408 Little Leather-Breeches; or, Old Jumbo 8 Curse, By Philip 8. Warne. f 409 Hercules, the Dumb Destroyer; or, Dick, the Boy Ranger. By Oll Coomes. 410 Deadwood Dick’s Diamonds; or, The Mystery of Joan Porter. By Edward L. Wheeler. 411 The Silken Lasso; or, The Rose of Ranch Robin. By T. O. Harbaugh. 412 The Wild Yachtsman; or, The Cruise of the War-Cloud. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 413 Billy Bombshell, the Cliff Climber, By Frank §, Winthrop. 414 The Daisy from Denver; or, The Renegade Red. By Buckskin Sam. 415 The ‘Vagenond Detective; Boom. By Jo Pierce. ; 416 High Hat Harry, the Base-Ball Detective; or, The Sunken Treasure. By E. L. Wheeler. 417 Webfoot Mose. the Tramp Detective; or, The Boy Bear-Slayer of the Sierras. By Ol] Coomes. 418 Felix Fox, the Boy Spotter; or, The Gold Gang of New York. By T. C. Harbaugh. 419 The Knife King; or, The Doomed Six of Syl- vania. By A. F. Holt. : 420 The Detective’s Apprentice; or, A Boy Without a Name. By J. C. Cowdrick. 421 Deadwood Dick in New York; or, A Cute Case. By E. L. Wheeler. f : 422 Baby Sam, the Boy Giant of the Yellowstone. By Oll Coomes. 423 The Lost Finger; or, The Entrapped Cashier. By Charles Morris. 424 Cibuta John, the Prickly Pear from Cactus Plains; or, Red-Hot Times at Ante-Bar. By J. C. Cowdrick. 425 Texas Trump, the Border Rattler; or, Big Stakes and a Bold Game. By T. C. Harbaugh. 426 Sam Slabsides, the Beggar-Boy Detective; or, The Blind Man’s Vengeance, V py Edward L Wheeler. 427 The Three Trailers; or, Old Rocky on the Ram- page. By Buckskin Sam. su 428 Fred Flyer, the Bounding Boy of the Star; or, The Reporter Detective. By Charles Morris. Detective. By or, Bowery Bob’s y 429 Duncan Dare, the Boy Refugee. By Colonel P. Ingraham. 430 Dead wood Dick’s Dust; or, The Chained Hand. By Edward L. Wheeler. 431 —e Ab Sin; or, The Curse of Blood. By P. 8. arne. 432 Invincible Logan, the Pinkerton Ferret; or, Three Against One. By Charles Morris. 433 A Cabin Boy’s Luck; or, Captain Carl, the Oor- sair. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 434 Jim Beak and Pal, Private D tectives; or, Play- ing Three Hands. By E. L. Wheeler. 435 Little Lightfoot, the Pilot of the Woods; or, The Crooked Trail. By A. F. Holt. 436 Phil Flash, the New York fox; or, The Mystery of Room 21. By T. C. Harbaugh. 437 The Sea Raider; or, The Hawks of the Hook.’ By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 488 Santa Fe Sal, the Slasher; or, A Son’s Vengeance. By E. L. Wheeler. 439 are Sam, the Street Scout. By J. C. Cow- c 440 Little Foxfoot, the Gold Bowie Kid: or, Old Wildfire’s Treasure. By Arthur C. Gnssom. 441 The Ocean Firefly; or, A Middy's Vengeance. cd Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 442 Bluff Bill; or, The Lynx of the Leona. By Buckskin Sam. 443 Deadwood Dick, Jr.; or, The Sign of the Crim- son Crescent. By E. L. Wheeler. 444 Little Buckskin, the Young Prairie Centaur; or, Old Kit Bandy, the Border Sleuth. By Oll Coomes. 445 The City ard atc or, Red Rolfe’s Pigeon. By T. C. Harbaugh. 446 Haphazard Harry; or, The Scapegrace of the Sea. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 447 al oe Nat, the Knife Detective. By Albert . en. 448 Deadwood Dick Jr’s Defiance; or, Nickel-Plate Ned. By Edward L. Wheeler. 449 Kit Fox, the Border Boy Detective; or, The Brand-Burner’s Daughter. By J. E. Badger. Jr. 450 Wizard Will, the Wonder-Worker; or, The Boy Ferret of New York. By Col. P. Ingraham. 451 Colorado Kate; or, Foul Piay and Fair. By P. S. Warne. 452 Hotspur Bob, the Street Boy Detective; or, The Mayor of Canyon City. By Jo Pierce. 453 Deadwood Dick Jr's Full Hand; or, Sunflower Sam, of Shasta. By Edward L. Wheeler. 454 Wizard Will’s Street Scouts; or, The Boy Detec- tives’ League. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 455 Little Lone Star; or, The Belle of the Cibolo. By Buckskin Sam. 456 Billy Brick, the Jolly Vagabond; or, A Hard Nut to Crack. By Chas. Morris. 45% Wingedfoot Fred; or, Old Polar Sol from the Northwest. By Oll Coomes. 458 New England Nick; or The Fortunes Foundling. By A. W. Aiken. 459 Deadwood Dick Jr’s Big Round-Up; or, Flush Fan, the Ferret. By Edward L. Wheeler. 460 The Lawyer’s Shadow; or, Level Headed Luke s é Legacy. By Jo Pierce. 461 One Against Fifty; or, The Last Man of Keno, Bar, By T. C. Harbaugh. va 46? The Born Guide; or, The Sailor Boy Wanderer. By Col. P. Ingrabam. 463 Tamarac Tom, the Big igo Boy; or, The Old Walruses 0’ the Woods. By Oll Coomes. 464 Nimble Nick the Circus Prince. By A. W. Aiken. 465 Deadwood Dick Jr’s Racket at Claim No. 10; or, Philo Fly, of Phenix. By Ed, L. Wheeler. 466 Wide-Awake Jerry, Detective; or, Entombed Alive. By C. Morris. 467 Disco Dan, the. Daisy Dude; or, The Twins of Poor-Man’s Find. By J. C. Cowdrick. 468 Neptune Ned, the Boy Coaster; or, A Pirate in Spite of Himself. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 469 The Rival Giants of Nowhar’; or, The Brother’s League. By J. W. Osbon. 470 The Boy Shadow: or Felix Fox’s Hunt for the Nabob. By T. C. Harbaugh. ‘ 471 Deadwood Dick Jr’s Corral; or, Bozeman Bill of Big Brace. By E. L. Wheeler. : 472 Jaunty Joe, the Young Horse-King; or, Black Jack’s Big Boom. By Jo Pierce. 473 Old Tom Rattler, the Red River cag enened or, Laramie Joe’s Forest Pards. By Oll Coomes. 474 Flora the Flower Girl; oF, Wizard Will's Vaga- bond Pard. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 475 The Black Ship. By John S. Warner. 476 Deadwood Dick Jr’s Dog Detective; or, Humboldt Harry, the Hurricane. By Edward L. Wheeler. 477 The Excelsior Sporty or, The Washington Spot- ter. By.T, C. Harbaugh. 478 Tangemund, the Desert_Detective: or, Apache Jack’s White Trail. By Frederick Dewar 479 Detective ay oe or. The Mystery of Frank. Hearty. By Charles Morris. 480 Three Jolly Pards; or, The Pets of Paddy’s Flat, By P. S. Warne. 481 Deadwood Dick Jr. in Deadwood; or, Moll Mys- tery. By E. L, Wheeler. 482 Stonewall Bob, the Boy Trojan; or, The Search for the Hidden Cache. By Oil mes. 483 Ferrets Afloat; or, Wizard Will’s Last Case. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 484 Comanche Dick and His Three Invincibles; or, Yankee Eph’s Prairie Cruise. By H. F. Thomas. 485 Git Thar Owney the Urknown; or, The Boy. Oarsman-Detective’s Double Pull. By G. C. Jenks 486 Sealskin Sam, the Sparkler; or, The Tribunal of Ten. By Edward L. Wheeler. j 487 Nevada Ned, the Revolver Ranger; or. The Young King of the Gold Mines. By Col. P. Ingraham, 488 es erie —— or, How He Fought for onor. By Chas. Morris. 489 The Diamond Sport; or, The Double Face of Bed Rock. By Wm. G. Patten. nay of a
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Published Every 490 Broadway Billy, the Bootblack Bravo; or, Brought to Bay bya Bold Boy. By J. C. Cow- drick. 491 Deadwood Dick Jr.'s Compact; or, Prince Pis- tol, the King of the West. By K. L. Wheeler. 492 Git Tahar Owney’s Pledge; or, The Owls’ Nest Ugly Brood. By Geo. C. Jenks, 493 Taos Ted, the Arizona Sport; or, Boston Bob’s Checkmate. By Albert W. Aiken. 494 Surly Sim, the Young Ferryman Detective; or, The Black Bluffs Mystery. By Jo Pierce. 495 Arizona Joe, the Boy Pard of Texas Jack. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 496 Deadwood Dick Jr.’s Inheritanee; or, Monte Cristo, Jr. By E. L. Wheeler. 497 Buck Taylor, King of the Cowboys; or, The ie and the Rangers. am. 498 Cactus Burr, the Man from Hard Luck; or, Cap- tain No Name’s Mission. By J. W. Osbon. 499 Single Sight, the One-Eyed Sport; or, the Girl Protegee of Red Flash. By T. C. Harbaugh. 500 Deadwood Dick's Diggings, or, Doctor Death Grip’s Swoop. By E. L. Wheeler. 501 Boots, the Boy Fireman; or, coo Sharp for the Sharpers. By Charles Morris. 502 Branded Ben, the Night Ferret; or, The Octopus League of New York. By T. C. Harbaugh. 508 The Royal Middy; or, The Shark and the Sea Cat. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 504 Five Points Phil, the Pavement Prince; Caught in the Spider’s Web. By Jo Pierce, 605 Powell’s Pard; or, The One-Armed Giant, By naeer H. B. Stoddard, Ex-Scout. 506 Redlight Ralph, the Prince of the Road; or, A Wild Night’s Wild Work. By J. C. Cowdrick. 507 The Hunted Midshipman; or, The Young Sea Ranger. By Col. P. Ingraham. 508 Deadwood Dick's Deliverance; or, Fatal Foot- steps. By E. L. Wheeler. 509 Jack Jaggers, the Butcher Boy Detective, By Jo Pierce. 510 Cool Colorado, the Half-Breed Detective. By A. W. Aiken. 511 The Outlaw Middy; or, the Young Patriot Sea Ranger, By Col. P. Ingraham. 512 Dodger Dick, the Wharf-Spy Detective; or, Jack o’ Diamonds and his Game. By T.C. Harbaugh. 5138 The Demon Doctor; or, Deadhold, the Kid De- tective. By George 'C. Jenks. . 514 Broadway Billy’s Boodle; or, Clearing up a Strange Case. By J. C. Cowdrick. 515 Deadwood Dick’s Protegee; or, Baby Bess, the Girl Gold Miner. By E. L, Wheeler. 516 Tartar Tim; or, Five Points Phil's Menagerie, or, By Jo Pierce. 517 Jim Gladden’s Deputy; or, The Jolly Pard?s Al- For-Love Campaign] By P. 8. Warne. 518 Cool Colorado in New York; or, the Cowhoy’s Fight for a Million. By A. W. Afken. ~~ > 519 se as Mystery; or, Five in One. By Wm, G, Patten. 520 Buckskin Bill, the Comanche Shadow; or, A Crimson Trail. By Col. P. Ingraham. 521 Dodger Dick’s Best Dodge; or, The Gold Gang of Gotham. By T. C. Harbaugh. 822 Deadwood Dick’s Three; or, The * Bellerin’ Bull ” Bismarck. By E. L. ‘Wheeler. 523 The Dandy Sport; or, The King Pin Conspirator, By Col. A. F. Holt. : 5 The Engineer Detective; or, Redlight Ralph’s Resolve. By J. C. Cowdrick. 825 Brothers in Buckskin; or, Tangled Trails in Texas. By Col. P. Ingraham. 526 North River Nat, the Pier Detective; or, Five Points Phil’s Big Skirmish. By Jo. Pierce. 527 The ‘Jolly Pards to the Rescue; or, The Jack Bree Remeorete By P. 8. Warne. . 528 Fox and Falcon, the Bowery Shadows; or, Trapping for Human Game... By T. C. Harbaugh. 529 Deadwood Dick’s Danger Ducks; or, The Owls of Oregon. By E. L. eeler, 530 The Buckskin Bowers; or, The Cowboy Pirates of the Rio Grande. ' By Col. P. Ingraham. 531 Daisy Dare, the Sport from Denver; or, The Toll Takers of Colorado. By W. G. Patten. 582 The Cowboy Duke; or, Lasso Louis's Strange Mission. By E. B. Forrest. 533 Wrestling Rex, the Pride of the Sixth Ward; or, Five Points Phil and the Birds of Prey. By Jo. Pierce. B34 Deadwood Dick’s Death Hunt; or, The Way of the Transgressor. By E. L. Wheeler. 585 The Buckskin Rovers; or, The Prairie Fugitive, By Col. P. Ingraham. 536 Broadway Billy's “ Diffikilty ’; or, Old Rodman’s Millions. . By J. C. Cowdfick. 587 Old Buckeye, the Sierra Shadow; or, Against Desperate Odds. By John W. Osbon. 588 Dodger Dick, the Dock Ferret; or, The Trail of a Missing Hand. By T. C. Harbaugh. 539 Deadwood Dick Jr. in Texas; or, The Ghouls of Galveston. By E. L. Wheeler. 540 Captain Ku Klux, the Marauder of the Rio; or, The Buckskin Pard’s Strange Quest. By Colonel » Prentiss Ingraham. 341 Jeff Flicker, the Stable Boy Detective; or, The _ «Lively Racket in Jericho. By Jo Pierce. 42 The Canyon Pards; or, Cimarron Jack’s Last Hunt. By Fred Dewey. 548 Dodger Dick's Double; or, The Rival Boy Detec- | 599 tives. By T. C. Harbaugh. 544 Deadwood Dick Jr., the Wild West Vidoeq; or, . Wheeler. | Leonora the Locator. By E. L — “* ~ BEADLE'’S*H ALF- DIME« LIBRARY. Tuesday, Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents. No Double Numbers. | ‘ 645 Lieutenant Leo, the Son of Lafitte; or, The Buc- By Col. Prentiss In- | | | | caneers Of Barrataria. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 546 Captain Cactus, the Chaparral Cock; or, Josh Peppermint’s Ten Strike. By Lieut. A. K. Sims, 547 Sandy Andy; or, A Good Man Down. By P.S. Warne. 548 Mart, the Night Express Detective; or, The Mys- tery at Springside. By J. C. Cowdrick. 549 Deadwood Dick on His Mettle; or, Captain Crim- son-Cowl, the Road Raider. by E. L. Wheeler. 550 Lafitte’s Legacy; or, The Avenging Son. By Col. P. Ingraham. 551 Nick Nettle, the Boy Shadow; or, The Old Well Mystery. By Jo Pierce. 552 Ariel the Athlete; or, the Ring Detective’s Trans- formation. By David Druid. 553 Dodger Dick’s Desperate Case; or, Sharper than the Sharps. By T. C. Harbaugh. 554 Deadwood Dick Jr. in Gotham; or, Unraveling a Twisted Skein. By E. L. Wheeler. 555 The Creole Corsair; or, The Golden Wings of the Gulf. By Col. P. Ingrahara. 556 Lariat Lil; or, The Cast for a Life. By P.S. Warne. 557 Broadway Billy’s Death Racket; or, The Street Sleuth's Wake. By J. C. Cowdrick. 558 The Sure Shot Pards; or, The Marked Thirteen, By 'A. C. Grissom. 559 Harlem Jack, the Office Bov Detective; or, The Cousin's Crime. By Jo Pierce. 560 Pawnee Bill, the Prairie Shadower; or, The Gold ueen’s Secret. By Col. P. Ingraham. 561 wood Dick in Boston; or, The Cool Case. By E, L. Wheeler. 562 Blundering Basil, the Hermit Boy Trapper; or, The Bad Man from Wapsipinnicop. By Oll Coomes. 563 Dodger Dick, the Boy Vidocq; or, The Gang of Three, By T. C. Harbaugh. 564 Powder Phil, the Boy Miner; or, The Man with- outa Past. By J. W. Osbon. 565 Kent Kingdon, the Card King; or, The Owls of the Overland. By Col. P. Ingraham. 566 The Secret Service Boy Detective; or, Tony Blink’s First Scoop. By C. Morris. 567 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Philadelphia; or, The Wild West Detective among the Crooks. By E. L. Wheeler. 568 The Dandy of Dodge; or, Rustling for Millions, By A. K. Sims. 569 Brooklyn Ben, The On-his-own-hook Detective; or, Ned Chester’s Very Bad Case. By Jo, Pierce. 570 Camille, the Card Queen; or, The Skeleton Trail. By Col. P. Ingraham. 571 Air-hine Luke, the Engineer Detective; or, The Double Case. Gy J.C. Cowdrick. 572 Deatiwood Dick, Jr.,in Chicago; or, The Anarch- ist’s Daughter. By E. L. Wheeler. 573 The Two Shadows; or, Dodgder Dick's , Stop Game. By T. C. Harbaugh. ’ 574 Old Weasel-Top, the Man with the Dogs; or, Sandy Andy’s Life Run. By P.S. Warne. 575 The Surgeon-Se ut Detective; or, Running Down the King. By Col. P. Ingraham. 576 The Silver - port; or, Josh Peppermint’s Jubilee. y Lieut. A. K. Sims. 577 Pavement Pete, the Secret-Sifter; or, Mrs. Ingle’s Suspicious Lodger. By Jo. Pierce. : 578 Deadwood Dick, Jr., Afloat; or, The Prisoner of the Weird Isles, By E. L. Wheeler, 579 The Chimne oP or, Broadway Billy’s Surprise Party. By J.C. Cowdrick, 580 The Outcast Cadet; or, The False Detective, By ‘ol, P. Ingraham. 581 Double-Curve Dan, the Pitcher Detective; or, Against Heavy Odds. By Geo. C. Jenks. 582 Dodger Dick’s Drop; or, The Man From Jersey. By T.-C. “iti 583 Saffron Sol, the Man With a Shadow; or, The Tigers of No Man’s Land. By Lieut, A. K. Sims. Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Denver; or, Cool Kate, The Queen of Crooks. By E. L. Wheeler. 585 Will Waters, the Boy Ferret: or, Marked With a Triangle. By H. Enton. 586 The Buckskin Avenger; or, l’‘awnee Bill’s Pledge. By Col. P. Ingraham. : 587 Old Bombshell, the Ranger Detective; or, The Bad Man of White Hoss. By Wm. G. Patten. 588 Jack O’Lantern, the Under-Sea Prospector; or, The Friend Indeed. By Jo Pierce. 589 Tom Cat and Pard: or, The Dead-Set at Silver City, By Lieut. 4, K. Sims. ; 59) Deadwood Dick, Jr.’sDeeree; or, The Prince of Pargatory Pass.” By EF. L. Wheeler. : 591 Delmonte, the Young Sea Rover; or, The Aveng- ing Sailor. By Col. P. Ingraham. 592 The Boy Pinkerton; or, How Tom Hildreth Run the Rascals Out. By J. C. Cowdrick. 593 Keen Clem, the Ranch Imp; or, Jim Reardon’s Big Trouble. By P. S. Warne. 594 Little Lon. the Streef-Singer Detective; or, Kit Christopher’s Missing Link. By T. C. Harbaugh. 595 Deadwood Dick, Jr., in Beelzebub’s Basin; or, The Old Man of Mount Mab. By E. L. Wheeler. 596 Jimmy the Kid; or, A Lamb Among Wolves, By Charles Morris. 597 The. Young Texan Detective; or, The Black i Bravos. By Col. P Ingraham. 598 Fiute. the Singer Detective; or, Git Thar Owney in a New Role. By Geo. C. Je Jim Dandy, the No-Name Sport; or, Happy Harry’s Hurrah Pards. By P. S§. Warne. 600 Deadwood Dick Jr. at Coney Island: or, The “ Piping ” of Polly Pilgrim. By E. L. Wheeler, 601 Happy Hans, the Dutch Vidoeq; or, Red-Hot Times at Round-up. By Lieut. A. K. Sims. 602 The Vagabond of the Mines, By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 603 had de-Awake Bert, the Street Steerer. By Jo erce. 604 Iron Fern, the Man of Fire; or, The Dove Among the Vultures. By Wm. G. Patten. 605 William O’Broadway; or, The Boy Detective’s Big hes, § By J. C. Cowdrick, 606 Deadwood Dick Jr’s Leadville Lay; or, Bristol and Bucket’s Boom. By E. L. Wheeler. 607 The Rover Detective; or, Keno Kit’s Champions. By Col. P..1 ham. 608 The Pitcher Detective’s Foil; or, Double-Curve Dan’s Double Play. By Geo. C. Jenks, ; 609 Bolly Dorrit, the Veteran Detective: or, Little Lightning’s Invincibles, By John W, Osbon. 610 Old Skinner, the Gold Shark; or, Tony Sharp on Guard. By T. C. Harbaugh. 611 Bildad Barnacle, the Detective Hercules; or, The Tussle at Table Mountain. By Lieut. A. K. Sims. 612 Deadwood Dick Jr. in Detroit; or, Turning the Tables on Satan. By Edward L. Wheeler. 613 Billy Blazes; or, The Skeleton’s Strange Legacy. By P. 8, Warne. J 614 Whistling Jacob, the Detective’s Aid; or, The ueer Combination. By Jo ee 615 Fighting Harry, the Chief of Chained Cyclone; or, The Heathen Chinee’s Mission. By J. C. Cowdrick. 616 The Sailor Detective; or; The Last Cruise of the Biack Bear. By Geo. ©. Jenks, 617 Ralph, the Death-Shot Scout; or, The Raiders. and Red Riders of the Rio. By Col. P, Ingratam, 618 Deadwood Dick Jr. in Cincinnati; or, The Clincher Campaign, By E. L. Wheeler. 619 The Boy Tramp Detective; or, The Double Grip. Witness. By Wm. G. Patten. 620 Little Lightning’s League; or, The Mystery of the Island. By John W. Osbon. Spoiler Dispoiled. By A. C Grissom. 622 Texas Tom-Cat’s Triad; or, The Queer Affair at Tombstone. By Lieut, A. K. Sims. 623 Buck Bumblebee, the Harlem Hummer: or, The. Old Captain’s Moving Miracle. By Jo Pierce. 624 Deadwood Dick, Jr. im Nevada; or, The Preacher of Pokerville. By Edward L. Wheeler. 625 Chincapin Dan, the Boy Trailer; or, The Hero of the Crater. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr, 626 The Champion Pards; or, The Lucifer ‘of Silver Bar. By T. C. Harbaugh. ; 627 Tom Bruce of Arkansas; or, The Wolfin the Fold By Charles Morris. , 628 Broadway Billy’s Dead Act; or, The League of the Sworn Seven, By J, ©. Cowdrick, | 629 Violet Vane, the Velvet Sport; or, The Jubilee of sy GERD ila ante n's Lonaor, Gol woo ev No dla sion wor, Or conda, the Gladiator “By oh RT bo Whdilar: “ 631 Tom Cat’s Terrie Task; or, The Cowbdy Detec- tive’s Own Case. By Lieut. A K Sims. 632 The Dead Detective’s Double, By Gerald Carlton. 633 Plucky Paul, the Boy Prospector; or, The Dead- wood Desperado’s List Innings. by J. W, Osbon.. 634 Cache Carl, the Chico Giant; or, The True Hearts of Red Eye Roost. By Buckskin Sam, 635 Oklahoma Hi, the Blue-Coat Scout; or, The Boomer's Last Battle. By P.S, Warne. 636 Deadwood Dick, Jr. After the Querr;-or, Saw- dust Sam’s Last Green Game. By E. L. Wheeler, 637 Dick Doan, the Dock Boy Detective. By T. C. Harbaugb. ae 688 Tom Cat's Triumph; or, Black Ivan’s Great. 641 Dismal Dave’s Dandy Pard; or, The Clew to Captain Claw. By William G. Patten. 642 Deadwood Dick, Jr. in Buffalo; or, 4-1144. By por ee 7 lig fe arry’s Bi Veue ys Last Stake. P. S. Warne. 644 The Hercules Pienwey man or, The Mounted Miners of the Overland. By Col P. Ingraham. 645 Kit, the Pavement Sharp. By T. C. Harbaugh. 'The Grand Corral at Cross-Notch. By Lient. A. KO sins, . . Amateur Detective against Professional. OC. Cowdrick. : 648 Deadwood Dick Jr's. Chase Across the Conti- nent. By Edward L. Wheeler. 4 2S Slippery Set. By Jo Pierce. r 31, 650 Butterfly ‘Billy, the Pony Rider Detective; or, Buffalo Bill's Boy Pard, By Col, P, Ingraham. y January 7. 651 Bound-Boy Frank,the Young Holdfast Detective, By William G. Patten. Ready January 14. A new issue every Tuesday. The Half-Dime Library is for sale by all Newsdealers, five cents per copy, or sent by mail, on receipt of six cents each, ° i BEADLE AND ADAMS, Publishers. \ 98 William street, New York. — ¥ 621 Truthful James, the ‘‘Pecooliar ’ Man; or, The Combine. By Lieut. A. K, Sims. ; 639 pai Saul, the Bxpress-Train Ferret. By Jo erce, ; 640 Bareback Beth, the Centaur of the Circle, By J. C. Cowdrick, Find; or, The Beautiful. 646 Cowboy Gid, the Cattle-Range Detective; or, 647 Typewriter Tilly, the Merchant's Ward sesh “ vd ; , ~~ | 649 Gamin Bob, the Bowery Sam el ag Raa WOE 2A ; Mecem