Beadle's Half Dime Library (no. 666) (1890 04 29)
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DII Al ea Ca a Sear ha a ale Ima | Entered at the Post Office at New York, N. Y., at Second Class Mail Rates. No. 666. (it i i te! i i Copyright 1890, by BEADLE AND ADAMS April 29, 1890. Vol. XXVI. “ i AN AA PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY BEADLE AND ADAMS, No. 98 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. CCR NN (| TAA ii) it i) $2.50 a Year. Price, 5 Cents. JANE RA Ai A MU | H}] \\V | i | I | The Mountain Amazon's Double Game, BY E. L, WHEELER, AUTHOR OF ‘DEADWOOD DICK” NOVELS, ‘ROSEBUD ROB” NOVELS, ETC., ETC, CHAPTER I. A FEMALE SULLIVAN, GALR’s Camp, Arizona, was in a fever Of ex- citement, for it had received notice of a forth- coming "event that promised huge sport to a sport-loving community. And Gale’s Camp was this, if anything. Seldom, however, was there any sport in the drowsy little mining settlement, beyond the oc- casional lynching of some unruly citizen, or @ S = = = \\ general street fight. = == = SSS VA FYEUWHHRIFIEUETS CHEAT | : Ht (AHI AY NYHA TTT HV VAE RU Such events usually occurred on Sundays, as oN the majority of the citizens worked during the THRUSTING THE TORCH BEFORE HIM. DICK LIFTED HIS HEAD AND SHOULDERS ABOVE THE FLOOR AND GAZED AROUND,
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2 Deadwood Dick, Jr., Back in the Mines. week days, and had no time to fight or lounge around the saloons; for not being an over-pro- lific diggings, the miners of Gale’s had _ to “* hus- tle” to make ends meet. The excitement above mentioned was caused by a poster, which was found early one morning tacked up on the door of what had been Mose Gale’s fn before he got the jim-jams and committed suicide, The saloon had now been closed for several months, and was only opened occasionally, on a Sunday, for church service, or when some pil- grim died with his boots on, and it was necex- sary, out of common politeness, to pronounce an oration over his remains. Such services were conducted by the ‘‘ Rever- end” Jacob Fern—self-styled. He was, really, an arrant knave, and the services were little short of blasphemous burlesque, The regular service was held about once a month, about the time when the miners were paid off and there was a prospect of a liberal contribution when the hat was passed around. But to return to the posted notice. follows: ‘““MLLE. BELLE, THE BOXER! “THE FEMALE SULLIVAN! “‘ Will appear here to-night, and will meet ‘** ALL COMERS! ‘€ $5.00 to $5,000 a side.” Such an event, at Gale’s, was a novelty. There were “game” men in the camp, but such a thing as a female pugilist was an un- known quantity. The authority on such matters at Gale’s, was Bug-Juice Bob, with Jim-Jam Jake—who laid claim to the prestige of having ‘done up” more men than any one else in all Arizona, Said Bug-Juice Bob: ‘‘'Thar ain’t no gal can stand up before a man like me.” ; ‘* Nor me,” echoed Jake. ‘ These remarks were made in the “ Little Mint” —the principal saloon in Gale’s ae _- Jt was evening, the night when the expected girl boxer was billed to arrive, and a big crowd was on hand, ‘* Reverend” Fern was there, but he wore a long face. He had hoped to make something out of the coming event, by having it come o in his ‘tchurch,” charging a dollar a head ad- mission. In fact, he had stolen the notice from the door of the ‘‘ Mint” and transferred it to that of the vacant saloon, with this object in view. The saloon rupee ** Little Mint” was run by aman named “Josh,” What the tail-end of his name was we will not attempt tosay. No- body knew, or cared to eg ami pace is a general rule in most of the Western mining- camps. About this hour there wandered into the Mint a character never before seen at Gale’s, He was of medium physique, evidently mus- cular and. active, and | of a pleasant countenance, Scarcely any one would have suspected him of being the man be was—the hero of many a de- testive triumph and the victor in many a per- sonal adventure, It was the “‘only original” Deadwood Dick, Junior. It was as As as a rosebud, and in the very prime of his strength and spirits, our Rich was “himself again ” in the best sense, Although Gale’s Camp was only a small place, it boasted of citizens who had been all the way from Mexico to Alaska and back again; and when Dick stepped to the bar to register, the crowd standing about promptly walked up to inspect his autograph in order to gratify their curiosity as to who the new arrival was, Dick was not at all disconcerted by this, for, advancing to the counter that served the double purpose of office-desk and bar, he leisurely in- scribed his name upon the slate that did duty as register, It was so seldom a stranger wandered into Gale’s, that the slate was used chiefly to charge up the unpaid scores of *‘ patrons.” Having registered, Dick lit a cigar, and was about to adjourn to the open air when he felt a bg on the shoulder, urning, he found himself confronted by a delegation of about the toughest-looking citizens be had ever set eyes upon. They were headed by Jim-Jam Jake and Bug- Juice Bob, “ Well, what do you want, gents?” asked the new-comer, . jar is good enough for me,” replied ob. “JT reckon I'll guzzle some gin,” added Jake. “Tt hev been many a day since 1 had a ball of that article, and I’ll try to digest et now.” ‘*As for me,” remarked the ‘‘ Rev.” Jacob Fern, ‘‘I don’t often indulge in the flowing bowl, but when I do it is usually about this hour. I will take a bummer of rye for mine.” ‘¢ So will we!” chimed in the remainder of the ang. ar Well, gents, there’s the bar,” said Dick. ‘Order what you waut—at your own expense, I’ve no objections.” ‘But it is your treat.” ‘Not mueb it ain’t!” ‘‘ But _we do affirm and declare that it is,” pro- tested Jim-Jam Jake. ‘‘It is customary when a strange pilgrim waltzes into this burg, he shall immediately hie hisself to the nearest tabernacle of Bacchus, and invite his thirsty brethren to smile. As to ther truth of this, I can refer you to the Reverend Jake Fern, bere, who is probably ther best judge of whisky in the camp, and can deal himself more aces in a poker game than the smartest heathen Chinee that ever lived.” ‘“‘ Tt is incumbent on you to treat, my beloved brother,” assured the “‘ Reverend” Fern, ‘or else we shall be under the painful necessity of requesting you to mosey, As the guardian of this community’s morals, I’d advise you to treat, and thus receive the blessings of all good citizens.” ‘“‘Nary treat,” declared "&dwood Dick, fest. ‘*T am noton the scare, my friends, nor am on the treat; but Pl tell you what 1 will to) ‘* What’s that?” “Pll throw any man in the camp for the drinks for the party. * ‘‘T’m your man,” atonce responded the ‘*‘ Rey- erend” Jacob Fern, peeling off his coat. “I kin do you up 80 quick your teeth won’t have time to chatter.’ “Very well, If you do, I'll buy out this es- tablishment and keep open house for the next six months.” The ‘* Reverend” Fern was much the superior in point of size. He was taller and broader, and pip out of ten men would have placed their bets on him. The citizens of Gale’s, however, rather_hesi- tated when they saw the muscles of Dick’s arms, ‘*Do you want to bet any money on the result of the contest?” asked Dick. “No; but Pll tell you what I'll do.” “ Well?’ f ‘ll preach your funeral sermon.” ‘* Not very soon, my dear sir, I’m not a corpus yet, and don’t intend to be one for some time to come, thank you. Are you ready?” es. 4 The space cleared in the center of the room was surrounded by the crowd, in a high state of excitement, A wrestling match now, and a prize fight im- nding! Verily, Gale’s Camp was getting to a of importance, with a prospect of some day becoming a city, The two men advanced into the improvised ring, and grappled. The struggle was but momentary, for in that time Dick laid the ‘‘ Reverend” Fern upon his back so neatly that a grunt from him could have been heard a bundred yards away. Fern arose, rather crestfallen. “You've won,” he admi *T wouldn’t have believed it, if I hadu’t been there at the time the ungodly eveut transpired. Verily, thou art a Samson!” “ Well, no; but Iam able todefray my funeral expenses in advance, How about that ser- mon?” This caused a pom. fo laugh, Fern had been counted as the best man in the camp, but, the easy way in which Dick handled him was amusing to his flock. His days of athletic glory were at an end—his prestige as the boss wrestler of Gule’s was at an end, And this was the condition of affairs when she arpeared—she, the ** female *Sullivan ” who is destined to figure in these pages—the heralded Mile. Belle, She was unaccompanied. She was a young woman, seemingly not over twenty, of fine figure, regular features, , dark complexion and hair; and, taken as a rather a prepossessing person, The men of Gale’s were not prepared to see such an Amazon. F Even the “Reverend” Fern recoiled when Mile. Belle walked into the saloon, dressed in hale, | ond < man’s clothes, bought a drink at the bar, and then calmly observed: “T can whip any son of a gun in this hyar camp, fer money. First come, first served,” CHAPTER II. FAIRLY FOUGHT. Now it so happened that Jim-Jam Jake was in rather pugnacious mood, because he had list his last copper in betting on the bout between the “* Reverend” Fern and Deadwood Dick; so, being s.mewhat of a slugger bimself, Jacob came promptly to the fore. ‘So, you are Mile, Belle, are ye?” he demand- ‘¢ You bet!” was the curt response, — “‘ And ycu kin lick any galoot in the camp?” ‘‘ Every day in the week!” ‘* For money?” “ce Yes.” Jake cast his eyes over the impecunious crowd, oe who would put up the “sugar” for m, The “* Reverend” Fern was one of the wealthi- est men at Gale’s, and recently wonafew hun- dred dollars at poker, Deadwood Dick was the only other person present who was likely to have money, unless it was the proprietor of the Mint. Jake took off his hat, kicked it across the room, and then picked it up and passed it around, say- ing. f Boyees, I’m bu’sted, Will any one donate toward backin’ me?” ‘Here is a ten,” spoke up Deadwood Dick, producing a gold coin, ‘It willbe worth every cent of it to see you get pummeled,” *¢ Here is five more,” added Fern. ‘*I am not a believer in the unholy practice of prize-fighting but I'll be hanged if I wouldn’t like to see some of | the whisky worked out of Jake’s hide.” “Et can’t be did,” declared Bug-Juice Bob. ‘¢ Jake has been in pickle too long.” By the time the hat had gone the rounds, & collection of thirty dollars had been obtained. This was placed in the hends of Jim Gale, who was agreed upon as stakeholder. Dick was appointed referee. a pone Belle, are you ready ?” asked the referee, am, “ Jim-Jam Jake, are you ready?” ‘“‘T will be, after I gita drink. Parson Fern can’t you stand treat, for the sake of this good and noble cause?” Fern shook his bead, ‘‘Nary treat, Jacob. It is not becoming for a minister of the gospel to give his disciples that which destroyeth.” ‘You old soaker! You drink more than any man in the camp!” ‘When I do indulge,” returned the ‘ Rever- end” Jacob, gravely, “it is for the purpose of clearing and strengthening my brain, in order that my exhortations may to the point, Let the fight proceed.” As Jim-Jam Jake saw no prospect of any one setting up the “ red-eye,” and as his credit on the slate had long since expired, he wisely con-. cluded that the nearest approach to a drink was: to whip this gentle gazelle who had come to Gale’s Camp to win fame and money by knock- ing out the citizens. Bo Jake stepped forward, A ring had n chalked out on the floor, and ness, Mile, Belle was in the ring, smiling and serene, She evidently bad not the least fear of defeat. Her sleeves were rolled well ei posing a powerful pair of arms. Her ds, too, were more masculine than feminine. may Ata signal given by Dick, the fight began, Jake secured first hit, landing one on Mile, Belle’s jaw. This was the signal for tremendous applause from the friends of Jim-Jam, “That's the whack!” ‘* Sock it to her!” ‘‘ Paralyze her!” : Such and kindred expressions came from the crowd; but they did not appear to disconcert Mille. Belle in the least. ; : She sparred carefully for awhile, evincing considerable science, and then, with one terrific blow, she knocked Jake insensible to the floor, ‘There! How does that suit you?” she de- manded, turning to the crowd, “That war splendid,” declared the “ Rever- ‘ern. ha bet!” cried the crowd, won't be quite so fresh in the future,” _® Yes he will!” replied Bug-Juice Bob, ‘‘ Ther salt never was made that will do the act of keep- ing Jeke from being fresh,” more effective and “ Jim-Jam j A } © * : ~ my wi Ai? # ii i ?, 4 7 K/ f . : Wee a ‘ a.
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“Who's the next man wants to be knocked out?’ demanded the Amazon. - *T guess none of us,” replied Fern. “Not I, for one,” Bug-Juice Bob assured. ‘Nor I,” from Jim Gale. “Nor I,” chorused the crowd. With one exception—Dead wood Dick. “ []] accommodate you,” he quietly remarked. ‘All right. How much do you want to wager?” © A cool hundred.” Put up your sugar, Iam here to make money and I can’t afford to pass this. By the time { have cleaned out the camp, I hope to bave acquired enouga wealth to retire from business.” “‘ Maybe, by the time you have acquired all this boodle, you will have a broken head that won't be of any use to you,” Dick suggested. ‘‘ Well, the money will be useful to provide me with a brass band for my funeral,” was the retort. e ‘T should be happy to officiate on that occa- sion, providing ths compensation for my services were liberal,” put in the “ Reverend” Fern. My charges are very reasonable, where I have met the deceased before.” ’ “Well, old man, it will bea long, cold, blust- ering day before you fit a chance to spout over my remains,” said Mile, Belle. “T have no intention of passing in my checks for years to come, and when I do, nothin’ but a first-class chap with a b’iled shirt, patent-leather shoes, and a plug hat, will do for my funeral.” “Verily, 1 am sorry,” responded Fern, ‘ for these are hard times, and busivess in my line is very dull. I haven’t bad the pleasure of attenc- ing a funeral in overa week. That was when they lynched Pete Johnson for stealing a horse. Verily, people are not dying off as fast as they used to, It seems that the human race is ad- vancing in longevity.” | | | ‘Very well. “It's a pity about you,” retorted Mile. Bells, ‘“‘T feel so sorry for you to die, just to accommodate in the hands his coat once sarcastically. that lam tempted you.” The money was now put up of Jim Gale, and Dick doff more. “‘ T feel rather ashamed to fight with a woman,” he observed, “‘ but I haven’t had any exercise latelv, and my blood is getting stagnant.” ‘« Well, if that’s all that is the matter with ou. I will soon circulate it for you,” and lie, Belle smiled, They then took their places. Jim Gale, who was pretty well versed in fistics, was chosen referee, wn The ‘* Reverend” Fern offered to act as second for Deadwood Dick. Bug-Juice Bob acting in the same capacity for Mlle. Belle. ; | Then the fight began. See Jim-Jam Jake had by this time sufficiently re- covered so that he could sit up and witness the battle. Mile. Belle led off with a left hander on Dick’s ribs, that caused the detective to give utterance to a grunt. This pleased the crowd. If Belle only could lay out Deadwood Dick, their py would be complete. And it looked as if she was likely to do it, too, for she fought very gamely. At the end of three minutes she had won the ie ate She also won the second, And the third. It began to look more and more as if Dick was in for a thorough defeat; and he began to think so himself, for he found he was standing yp sie up before the cleverest antagonist he had ever tackled. Belle parried wonderfully well, and when she got in a blow it was a stinger. By the end of the third round the detective be began to feel rather winded. A he crowd was now greatly excited. 4 The betting was ten to one in favor of Made- moiselle Belle. As yet, however, no blood had been drawn. | “il bet ther drinks fer ther crowd, and my ard old lame mare, that the feller gits licked!” shouted Jake, who, though always “ broke,” was the pom of askinny old equine that went on three legs, and was of no earthly use to anybody. “Pil bet you m wrong!” accepted t e “Ts a f°. The fighting had now become fast and furi- ous. Micdin. a Py ap believed — “ , the female ‘slugger ” began us the fight with all her mi nt and main. , Dick realized this, and that if be did not hus- kled hen that you are aA" Reverend ” Fern. Deadwood Dick, Jr., Back in the Mines. tle be would be sure to get knocked out effectu- ally. Such a thing had never happened to him be- fore, and he did not intend it should in the pres- ent instance. Accordingly, he shut his teeth hard and sailed in todo bis work quietly and surely. It soon became evident that Jim-Jam was liable to lose his superannuated old mare and that the ‘‘ Reverend” Fern would have 4 beast to convey him to any stray funerals and lynch ienics in the vicinity, for Dick showed such resh strength and fresh cuurage, that all began to see that he meant to win if he had to kill his opponent, She was a wonderful woman to stand the pun- ishment she received, for when Dick got down to business he beat a regular tattoo upon her face, neck and shoulders and ribs. Not one man out of ten could have stood up before such rattling as long as she did. Her flesh was seemingly as hard as adamant, for none of the blows in the face raised a swell or discoloration. It was not until the tenth round that Dick brought matters to a close. With a terrific blow on the forehead with his right, and an under-cut with his left, he laid Mlle, Belle out upon the floor for repairs. She was not insensible, but did not attempt to rise immediately. “I give in beat,” she owned, ‘You can site he e championship of Gale’s Camp, stran- ger ‘ {OH APTER IIL. THAT STRANGE NOTE, THAT ended the “ festivities” for that night, at Gale's, No one else felt inclined to enter the ring, and, as for Dick, he was then perfectly willing to avoid another battle. He bad received, in this set-to with the Moun- tain Amazon, more solid thumps than ever before, and was pretty sore, even though he bad won the mill; so be ordered Jim Gale to give him his room, and on being shown to it, retired for the night. e was up early the next morning, however, before the usual crowd of bummers had assem- bled at the Mint, and taking advantage of the rivacy thus afforded, proceeded to interview r. Jim Gale. “Mr, Gale,” he said, ‘I want to gaina little information about this camp.” “Yes? What do you want to know?” “Tg there a man here named Timothy Trevy- “ Nothing in particular, except that he owns the best mine in the vicinity; and that ain’t say- in’ much,” ‘Hasn't he any other interests than this mine?” “« Not that I know of.” ‘3s he married?” * He is.” * Any children?” “ One—Fred Trevylin—a natural born loafer and scamp!” Dick reflected a moment before making any further interrogations. ‘‘ How did he make his money, this Timothy Trevylin?” he finally inquired. “ Well, you are asking me more than I can answer. He’s got money, but he didn’t get much of it out of his mine, for my mine is a bet- ter one than his, and I’ll swear I’ve not made a fortune out of it.” ‘‘ He must have some private source of income, then?” ‘€T reckon so,” ‘Does he gamble?” “ No, ” Or drink?” “Yes, he’s quite a boozer, but not much a patron of my place.” ‘“* Where does he live?” “In the big shanty over on the hill—the one painted red,” “Thank you. What kind of a character is Mr. Trevylin—cranky or otherwise?” ‘Well, I reckon if you don’t know him well, you will find him kind of otherwise.” ** How so?” ‘* He is considered by his men to be the mean- est man in the mines! “In what respect?” | ‘“‘ He’s so infernal stingy! He would pinch a cent in two, in order to save one of the letters. on it.” 4 Having acquired this much information, Dick ” 3 went out for a walk and a general inspection of the town. There was little to see. There was a general supply store, maybe thirty shanty or cabin dwellings, @ blacksmith’s shop, four saloons, and the place where the “ Reverend ” Fern “ held worship.” Then there was a dance hall, with bar at- tached; an ore crusber and several stables; and the coop where the * Reverend” Fern kept the hen that he claimed could lay as high as a dozen i a week, he residence of Timothy Trevylin, Dick found to be the largest shaoty in the camp. It had several “Ts,” or wings, and unlike any other ved there, possessed two stories, Dick approached the place slowly, taking in all the points connected with it. “So, here is where Tim Trevylin is anchored, eh?” he muttered. ‘‘ Well, Timothy, it strikes me that I shall have to make your acquaintance, if you have no serious objections.” imothy evidently hadn’t, for when Dick at the door it was promptly opened. mele to Trevylin at home?” Dick asked. “Tam he!” was the pleasant reply. “ Will you walk in?” ‘s Thank you; yes. matter of business.” Dick was conducted into a little sitting-room, which, though rather rather rou hly furnished, was as neat as wax, showing the hand of a good housekeeper. Mr. Trevylin gave Dick a seat on a stool, and then became seated himself. “Now, stranger,” he said, “I am at your service, Who are you, and what can I do for you? “My name is Bristol; better known through the Territories as Deadwood Dick.” ‘“‘T have heard of you. You are a detective, if Tam not mistaken?” “Yes, that has been my avocation, hitherto, both as a matter of choice and a matter of duty!” What do you seek in Gale’s Camp?” *« Employment.” “ Humph! I guess you won't find much detec- tive work to do here. There’s nothing to detect, unless you try tocapture a road-agent by the name of Silver Sal. If you can do that, you will make a nice little sum of money.” “‘T did not come here to engage in detective work, {came to seek otber employment. Con- stant activity required in de ive life, has made me a little tired of it, so I prefer a change, for a while.” y! “ What sort of no es do you expect to get in Gale’s Camp “ In a Tuscon paper I read that you wanted a superintendent.” ‘Yes, I did insert an advertisement to that I want to see you on a effect. Do you come to apply for the situa- tion?” “T do.” ; ‘« Have you ever worked in the mines?” “T have not; but I have seen enough of min- ing life to be able to part all the require- ments of a superintendent, I think.” “Can you fight?” “Yes, a little,” smiling. ‘Can you keep accounts?” - “T can, as well as many an experienced book- ‘““ How much wages do you want?” . ‘* All I can get, and as much more as you feel disposed to give.” “Well, I can’t afford to give much, for my mine is not putting out much gold. Twenty dol- lars a week is my best figure.” “You must look for another man, then. Iam not a twenty-dollar chap.” . oe ny ae much ¥. Sanding ea faci ‘Nothing shor fi a week wi touch me, sit.” 7 coe “Suffering monk! Do you want to ruin the mine entirely?” “Not at all, If yoda want a good man, you should expect to pay for him, Ill wager you don’t pay your present man less than what I offer to work for.” “That may be. But, I want to reduce ex- mses.” “Well, you can’t do it by employing me, Pll give youa tipon that, I’ve named my lowest terms. Accept them or not, as seems best to you.” F “Pl tell you what I'll do,” said Trevylin, after a moment’s reflection. ‘If you will agree to exert your energies toward findin Silver Sal, the road-agent and robber, Til give you your price, Will you do it?” *Pve no objections to that. What kind of looking person is this Silver Sal?”
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4A Deadwood Dick, Jr., Back in the Mines. a ne tern “That is hard to say, for she always wears a mask that covers her face to the tip of the chin. She is evidently a young woman, however, and is of muscular build, She dresses in black, and rides a black horse,” ** Where are her operations chiefly confined?” **On the trail between here and Tucson, She has also committed thefts in this camp, and waylaid and robbed citizens, She bas robbed me twice, and there is hardly a man iu the camp who has not lost money by her rascality.” | ** What was her last offense?” ‘Stopping Sheeny Mose, a peddler, and rob- bing him of his stock of watches and rings,” ‘* When was that?” ‘Last week,” . ** What was the last depredation she com- mitted in this camp?” “She held up Sam Sloap, the gambler who runs the faro game, and relieved him to the tune of four hundred dollars.” ** When did this occur?” ‘One night two weeks ago, when it rained like fury.” ‘** Have you no suspicion who she is?” 4 ‘*None whatever. She is a mystery.” ** Has she ever committed a murder?” “Not that I know of. Robbery appears to be her specialty, not blood-letting.” “* Well, I will make an effort to find her, and if she comes around while I am here, the chances are Jarge that I shall succeed in unmasking that mystery.” “* If you do, I will reward ges liberally; for, until Silver Sal is caught, I shall not know a moment’s rest!” ‘** How is that?” “I stand in mortal fear of her. That she means me harm I feel sure.” ‘* What causes you to pipes this?” ‘* Well, for two reasons: In the first place, she is a desperate character. In the second place, I have been receiving notices like this twice every week for the past six months,” He here produced a slip of paper and handed it to Dick. It was as follows: (FIGURE OF A [FIGURE DEATA’S HEAD.] ‘ HORRIBLE OF A COFFIN. ] TO CONTEMPLATE! “ToT, T Sruiver Sau.” ** There! what do you think of that?” demand- ed Trevylin. ‘‘ Isn’t that enough to make a man feel uneasy?” Dick laughed, Pshaw! no,” hereplied. ‘I wouldn’t pay any attention to it.” “Have you never done anything to make some woman your enemy?” ** Never, that I can remember.” ‘‘There must be something of the sort, for I can’t see why a stranger should send you such missives. Is there ay particular day of the week for their coming?” “Yes. The first one comes on Thursday, and the second ove on Saturday. On the back of the latter is marked ‘Sunday reading!’ Rather ae ow f isn’t it?” ** Well, I suppose Silver Sal thinks you have an active a eomepaagee and that if she iy you with the key toa romance, you can figure out the rest of the story yourself,” replied Dick, laughingly. i ‘** Nonsense!” exclaimed Trevylin, half-angri- ly. ‘These notices, or whatever you choose to call them, are meant for no such purpose. Sil- ver Sal is plainly my enemy, for some cause that Icannot understand, and means to either mur- der me or drive me crazy.” “‘Through what source do you receive these billet doucx ?” _ “ Various sources, They mostly come through mails, but sometimes they are shoved in under 4 door at night, and sometimes during the day. I have even found them pinned to my coat-tails, How they got there passes my understanding, Truly, I am a haunted man.” “Well, all this is rather singular,” Dick thoughtfully observed. ‘*There must be some- thing back of it. Surely no woman who does not know io and has not some injury to avenge would be sending you these notices. She must have some cogent reason. Think back; have you not wronged or insulted some woma of vengeful temper, who would like to get square with you at all hazards?” ' “T donot know that I have but one enemy on the face of the earth,” Trevylin replied, ** Who is that?” ‘The present superintendent of my mines,” **-You have more than one mine, . * Figuratively speaking, yes; I have two shafts that do not connect.’ ‘* What is the name of this man?” ** You are asking me more than I can tell you. He came to me for work a year ago, and I em- ployed him. He gave his name simply as * Mike,’ and would give no other. He proved to be an able man, and I put him in charge of the other men. “*Tt was not long, however, before I found that he was a treacherous devil, who was trying to urge my men to rise against me and confis- cate my property. On account of his dark skin, he became known as ‘ Mexican Mike,’ although he is not a Mexican, by any means. There is some Spanish blood in bis veins, though, or I am greatly mistaken. When he came here he had lenty of money, but he soon blowed it all in, us did it among a crowd of miners, whose friendsbip he desired to gain. In this respect he was successful, and to-day I think the majority of them would follow him, if a mutiny were to occur, although I pay better wages and give better treatment to my employees than any one else in the camp.” “Is there any enmity between you and your son Frederick?” ** None whatever,” ‘Have you more than one child?” ‘*'Yes; I also have a daughter.” ** What is her name?” “Fanny.” ‘* How old is she?” ‘*Seventeen years of age.” “Then why did Jim Gale tell"fe that your son was your only child?” “*T cannot say. Gale and I are not on very good terms, because I do not patronize his bar or house.” Dick arose, ** When do you want me to go to work?” he asked. “Call around to-night, and I will let you know,” “Very well. Good-day.” ‘* Good-day.” Dick took tis leave. CHAPTER IV. DICK INTERVIEWS BUG-JUICE BEN, Dick’s impression of Mr. Trevylin was not as favorable as it might have been, The mine-owner was not a man to inspirea person with any great de of confidence. His nervous manner indicated that something was preying on his mind—something more than the effect of those letters, or slips of paper, which he claimed to have received. ‘*There’s a screw loose somewhere, and Ill bet on it,” Dick mused, as he betook himself back to the “Little Mint.” ‘ Either Timothy Trevylin is an infernal scamp, or Jim Gale is one, I am rather inclined to believe Gale on one score, and Trevylin on another. ‘* Gale told me Trevylin has but one child, but now Trevylin asserts that he also has a daughter, It makes one of the two men a liar, “Then, too, this road-agent story does not lock as if it were true. However, I will investigate, and see if any one else is acquainted with Miss Silver Sal,” So back to the Little Mint he went, Jim Gale, nor any of last night’s crowd was pace except Bug-Juice Bob, who welcomed ick effusively. ‘ Pardner, I am glad to see you so bright and bloomin’,” he cried, extending his hand, ‘* You're a Jim-dandy, you are!” “* Think so?” “T krow it! Ef I had a million, I'd stake it all on you.” “You'd be foolish, my friend. There’s lots that can do me up brown,” ** Not a one. 1 bet on it.” ‘*How is your friend, Jim-Jam Jake?” asked Dick, witt a smile. ‘*Oh! he’s laid up with a headache. He got full after you left last night.” “ Yes?” “You bet! Along in the night ke woke up, and what d’ye suppose he wanted to know?” ‘Give it up.” ‘Well, he turned over to me, and he says, says he: ob, whose mule was a ck h “2 h 1 it that ki me? I explained matters to him, but he conld os be convinced that a mule hadn’t kicked im. ‘‘He won’t be likely to want to tackle Mile, lle again, I guess,” **-You can bet your sweet life he won't!” ** Where is she to-day?” Bug-Juice Bob stuck out his tongue, and felt of it in a sorry kind of way. . * Pard,” he said, ‘‘ my tongue is all parehed, Ef ye want me to answer any more questions, I shall have to have a drink.” “Certainly,” Dick replied, presuming that he could get some information out of the fellow; ‘* what will you have?” “That which sootheth the troubled spirit, and steadieth the trembling nerves—three fingers of whisk,” “ All right. Bartender, give this man a square drink, I will pay for it,” and it was given. After emptying the glass, Bob set it down on ae counter, and heaving a sigh of infinite re- ief. “‘ That was just like oil on troubled waters,” he observed, rubbing his stomach and regarding the empty glass sadly. ‘‘What a sin and a shame it is, that every law-abiding citizen can’t have a distillery of his owa,” “Tt is rather hard lines,” agreed Dick. ‘* The undertakers would then have a show to make a living. By the way, are you prepared to an- swer a few questions?” Bob felt of his tongue again. ‘** ’'m afraid it ain’t quite loose enough to do full justice to the occasion, pard,” he said. ‘TI reckon about one more bracer would limber it up so it would work like an eight-day clock.” “Give him another drink,” ordered Dick, and it was furnished. Robert “ got away” with it with the same complacency that he bad displayed in disposing of the first. ** Well, now, what is it you want to know?” he demanded, ‘“* Where is Mademoiselle Belle?” “TI give it up. lL opine she’s got sick of Gale’s Camp, and took a skip for parts unknown. Leastwise, I haven’t seen anything of her since last night.” * Did ever see her before last night?” ‘* No, I did not; never heard of her,” “Do you know Timothy Trevylin ” “* Waal, I rather reckon I do,’ ““ What sort of man is he?” * A rank old skin that everybody hates, even to the men who work for him,” “* Has he got a daughter?” “* Yes, he’s got a girl he calls his’n, but I never allowed that she is,” se Why so?” ***Cause she is purty as a peach, and not a bit like him in her ways. There isn’t a man in the camp who wouldn’t go without his booze for a whole week, and run the risk of having the jim- jams, fer the sake o’ one of her smiles,” ** fg she in camp now?” “Yes, I saw her not more than an hour ago.” ‘* Have you ever heard of Silver Sal?” “You can bet I have. She held me up once, and went through me; but, all she got was worth, at par value, about two bits,” ““Do you know who she is?” ** No, vor nobody else.” ‘* Did she ever rob Trevylin?” **Tll give that up. I know that she has rob- bed nearly every person in the camp, and about every stage that ever came or went from here,” “Jim Gale told me that Trevylin had no daugbter. How do you account for that?” ‘* Jim Gale is a liar of the first water.” **So—so!” mused Dick; and having acquired about all the information be was likely to get from Bob, the detective took his departure, There were good-sized mines in Gale’s Camp, and these were owned respectively by Jim Gale, Timothy Trevylin, and Abe Carter, There were also a number of smaller mines, and a few placer claims, along the creek. The total output of the three larger ones, in ld and silver, was about fifteen bundred dol- ars at each “ clean-up,” : For the safe-keeping of this, a big safe had been placed in the cellar of Sandy Severn’s grocery; and Sandy was, by universal consent, made custodian of the wealth until the owners sent it to the mint. : Sandy was regarded as the most enterprising and exemplary young man in the town, and the few who a any money to put away were not afraid to trust to his honesty. ; ; No one had ever thought of accusing him of appropriating the funds intrusted to his care although the “bank,” as it was termed, had been robbed several times. ’ ‘ Each time the crime was laid to Silver Sal, the road-agent, although there was no positive proof against her. She had been seen near the town shortly prior to the robbery, but that was a — CHAPTER V. SANDY IN TROUBLE, WueEn Deadwood Dick left the Little Mint saloon, it was his intention to pay a visit to : : ? AE gt
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- Igot but one key, and that to the - Deadwood Dick, Jr., Back in the Mines. 5 Trevylin’s mines and “size up” the crowd he was to be boss over—men presumably of various nationalities, the same as in most inines, _ When he reached Sandy’s grocery, however, he had occasion to pause, An excited crowd was assembled in and around the store, and it did not take long for Dick to find out the cause of the excitement. One of the depositors having use for some of his money, had applied to Sandy to get it out of the safe. On going to that receptacle, Sandy had found the door wide open and all the money and bullion gone, Nothing was left for him to do but to give thealarm, and this was the cause of the crowd. According to Sandy, when he had arrived at the store early in the morning it was closed the same as when he had left it the night before. The door was locked, and the shutters fastened down. He had no suspicion that every thing was not all right, until he went into the cellar, Sandy was a tall, well-built young man of twenty-five, with a pleasant countenance, red- disb hair and mustache, and mild blue eyes. He had no appearance of being dissipated or rough. Indeed, he looked womanish, if anything. Remarks were beginning to be dropped that these robberies were not committed by one per- son. Said one man: ‘‘Et strikes me, sence ther store was found closed bang-up tight, that Sandy orter know suthin about how the robber got in, seein’ he ruus the shebang and carries the key. Don’t ye think so, boys?” “Gentlemen,” spoke Sandy, “I am sorry for your losses, but as I am a living man, I know no more about who committed this robbery than you do yourselves,” “That's all bosh!” cried Timothy Trevylin, who came up just then, having heard of the robbery. ‘‘ You are the proprietor of the store, the only one who carries a key to it, and the only one who knew the combination of the safe-lock, Who should be more accountable for the dis- lear of the deposits than yourself, may I ask “*T closed = store and locked it up securely, at ten o’clock last night, and tent home and to bed. I knew positively nothing of the loss until Abe Carter sent me for some of his money this ae ios “‘Bosh! that won’t work. Silver Sal has no key to this store,” ‘That may be true enough, sir, but she is not the only person in the world,” retorted gem he And there was such an amount of signifiance in his tone that it attracted the attention not only of Deadwood Dick, but of the crowd, and caused Trevylin to look queer, Sandy continued: “‘ If I rereember correctly, I bought this store and lot from a man named, so far as is known, Timsthy Trevylin. I am not aware that his history, prior to his coming here, is generally known. At any rate, he came here with enoug’ money to build thisstore. Most people, in build- ing, provide themselves with two eys to the lock of each door. When I bought this property front door. It strikes me that I ought to have had two,” It was in the coolest manner that Sandy de- livered this little speech. There was no trace of fear upon his face, or in his voice. He evidently did not stand in awe of the gold king of e’s Camp. Trevylin was wild with rage. “Curse you!” he roared, ‘Do you mean to insinuate that I, Timothy Trevylin, have a key to your store door?” “I mean to say that know no more about this robbery, sir, than you have already heard; and that you, sir, are just as likely to havea key ,f this store as Silver Sal, or any one else, There wasa murmur from the crowd that seemed to signify approval of the frank and manly way in which Sandy had expressed him- Dick was pleased. y e saw at once that Sandy was one of his own sort, one who feared no man. “That fellow won’t get hurt here if I can help it,” decided the detective prince. ‘ The last shot that Sandy gave Trevylin ating that gentleman fairly to quiver, so angry was he, “Ten thousand curses upon you!” he cried. “Tl break every bone in bene body for this in- sult, Do you know who I am?” ‘‘No, nor any one else, if I'm not mistaken,” was the retort. “Iknow you under the name of Trevylin, but your antecedents are mighty obscure!” This was the straw that broke the camel’s back, so far as Trevylin was concerned, He made a rush for Sandy, but he fell short, for Deadwood Dick stepped between the two men. “‘Let up, boys!” Dick cried. ‘There is no need of trouble. I am a detective, and if you will hold your horses I’ll have this robber in a few days, and perhaps be able to restore your boodle.” There were numerous admirers of Dick from the previous night. No man had yet come to Gale’s who had dropped into favor so quickly. The crowd cheered. “Well, I reckon that is the most sensible ar- gument,” voted Abe Carter, ‘‘ There is no use of having any trouble, before we know who the guilty party is, and where he is, Then we will settle the matter in short order, I, as one of the first citizens of Gale’s Camp, make the mo- tion that we employ the detective, who is well known, to ferret out the matter, His reputa- tion is second to none in the country. Where he would be likely to win, we might fail.” “That is so,” cried Bug-Juice Bob, *“ Hip! hip! hooray! for Deadwood Dick!” © crowd cheered once more. Timothy Trevylin showed his teeth viciously. **T object!” he cried. “On what grounds?” demanded Abe Carter. ‘*He is a stranger.” ‘* That need make no difference.” “He is in my employ.” Dick turned upon Trevylin sharply, “‘T never did an hour’s work for you in my life, sir, nor did I ever receive a cent of money m you,” : te et you cannot deny that you engaged with me? —_—_—____ “Nor do I, But, for certain reasons, I now see fit to throw up my engagement,” ‘“*T demand an explanation of this! I demand | to know your reason!” ‘* Well, in behalf of the citizens of this town, [ intend to find out who this bank-robber really is, This interference of Dick’s drove Trevylin al- most wild, At first he was evidently afraid of the prowess of the doughty Richard, and with a muttered execration he walked away a few paces; then turning, he yelled: ** If there is a marshal within a bundred miles of here, young man, I’ll have you in jail before night!” ‘Quite correct. Look out you are not there yourself, as you are most likely to be,” Trevylin walked away a few yards further, and sat down on a stump to await developments, It was plain he had struck a snag that was likely to give him trouble, Sandy approached Dick, ‘You are my friend?” he asked. “*T am no man’s enemy until I find he deserves my enmity,” was the reply. ‘Do you propose to investigate this matter?” “Ido. You will help mef? * Allin my power.” %! What is your opinion concerning this rob- ry “Well, I hardly know what to say, Who- ever committed it either hasa duplicate to the paw or else gained entrance with a shelabon ey? a Do you think Trevylin has a key?” “Tam of that opinion.” “What is the principal cause of his enmity to- ward you?” “That is more than I can tell, unless it is because I am in love with his daughter—or, at least, the girl he calls his daughter. “*Isn’t she his daughter?” ‘“‘No. It may be that the cause of his en- awed 8 that I know something of her true his- cy. \. What is it you know?” I will tell you that at another time, For the present, let's devote our energies to inves- tigating this robbery, for it isn’t a very pleas- ant thing to be under the ban of suspicion, 0, t should say not. How much money was stolen from the safe?” ,_-- Close upon twenty thousand dollars, count- ing bullion and all.” Z What kind of a safe fs it?” One of Marviu’s. It was closed by me, at pet eR a night.” nares “Well, it is rather singular. Let me have a look at it.” “Certainly. it to you.” They entered the grocery, and descending a steep flight of stairs, they found themselves in an unusually deep cellar partly filled with boxes and barrels, Sandy lighted a lantern and conducted Dick into the presence of a large and substantial safe, Many thousand dollars’ worth of gold and sil- ver could be stowed away in its capacious com- partments, 8 Dick examined the safe carefully, but could not see anything out of order about the locks. “The safe was evidently not blown or jim- mied open,” he observed. ‘ Yet I cannot un- derstand how it could be opened otherwise. Can you?” “No, cannot. I understand all the mechan- ism of the safe, and fail to see how it could forcibly be opened,” Dick took the lantern from Sandy, and made . a thorough inspection of the cellar, Sandy watching him curiously. Suddenly Dick turned to him. “* Who’s got the biggest foot in Gale’s Camp?” he demanded. Sandy reflected. Well,” be answered, finally, ‘I reckon it lavs between two men—Tim Trevylin and ‘Reverend’ Jacob Fern. They both possess feet of enormous size, I don’t know which has the largest.” ** Well,” asserted Dick, “I can give you a tip on one thing, One of those men is the robber, Look at this foot-mark. How about the size of it, compared with Fern’s and Trevylin’s boots?” The bottom of the cellar was very moist, and any step of a man made an imprint. There were quite a number of these visible, which Dick pointed out to Sandy. “Has any big-footed galoot been in this cellar, to your knowledge?” demanded the detective, “No, there has not. I raked it all over onl yesterday, and left the floor clean and smooth, Sandy carefully examined the footprints. “Those are surely not Silver Sal’s,” he averred. ‘On other occasions when this and other places have been robbed, the imprint of a woman’s shoe or boot has been found. But none like this, “Are these footprints about the size you would take Fern’s or Trevylin’s to be?” **T should ~~ yes.” } ** What size foot has Jim Gale?” “About a nine, Ishould say, These tracks are fourteens, if they are an inch,” ‘* 1 guess you are right, I will see.” Dick took a tape-measure from bis pocket, and kngeling, measured one of the irae v5 ou are a good guesser, e said, ut you are short. The man who made these tracks wears fifteens instead of fourteens,” ‘Holy Moses! You don’t mean it}” ““Tt’s a fact.” Sandy looked at his own feet, which were comparatively small, “That proves that it wasn’t me,” he argued. ** And yet no one has access here but me,” Dick’s next move was a novel one, He had a newspaper in his pocket, and he set to work to cut out of it an exact impress of the footprint. ‘* Now,” he said, "I'll find the man who com- mitted this robbery. Go and get four of your friends whom you can rely upon, and bring them here. 1 will await your return,” ‘* What is the object in this?” Sandy inquired. “Tam a detective, and want witnesses to the performance of my duties in this line, I propose to nail the robber, within forty-eight hours.” ‘IT see, Very well, Pll get several men who think too well of me tosuspect me, You remain here, and I will return in a few minutes.” Leaving Dick in the cellar, Sandy took his de- parture. Dick then undertook further research, but with a hope of finding any other clew to the rob- r He felt convinced that Trevylin knew more about it than any one else. In rummaging about the cellar, he picked up & newspaper which was lying near the safe. It a a@ copy of the Toronto Globe of a recent a * “ Well, it strikes me I’ve found a clew,” he re- flected. ‘‘ I wonder who takes the Toronto Globe, in this camp. This may lead to new develop- ments in the case.” * He waited impatiently for the return of Sandy, but he came noi, ee Sometbing is the matter,” he muttered at last. ‘‘I don’t believe it has taken all this time for him to find his friends,” He waited awhile longer, but his impatieuce became unendurable, Was he made the victim of a plot? No He would not—could not believe it, Come with me and 1 will show “es JNA es ~~, gee -— - i" al é a
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He regarded Sandy Severn asa straightfor- ward man, and treachery on his part was out of the question. Then he heard loud voices above, “Tam innocent, as God is my judge!” cried one, “You can’t come that racket over us any more,” came another voice. ‘‘ You’re the rob- ‘ber, and there ain’t no use o’ denyin’ it. You’ve got to swing same as any thief.” The first voice was that of Sandy Severn, The other was that of Timothy Trevylin. Dashing the lantern to the ground, Dick sprung up the stairs. CHAPTER VI. THE TRACKS IN THE MUD. Wuen Dick reached the main room of the grocery he learned what the trouble was, All the idle men in the camp, who could be assembled in so small a space, were congregated in the store, and Sandy Severn was a prisoner among them. They had a rope around his neck, = were about to hang him to one of the raf- rs, Dick comprehended the situation immediately, and drawing his revolvers, be sprung to the front. “Let up on that business!” he ordered, ‘“‘ I'll shoot any man who attempts to lynch Sandy Severn, for I have proof that he had no hand ia the robbery.” ‘“*‘ What kind o’ proof?” ‘* Tracks in the mud!” **That is no proof!” cried Abe Carter. ‘Mr, Severn has informed me that no one has access to the cellar but himself. No one goes down there without his knowledge. Yet I have found the footprints of some one else in the soft cellar bottom.” “There’s a thousand footprints there in the mud,” cried Trevylin. ** How do you know?” “T had a big deposit in the safe; I’ve been down there many a time.” “Very well; but Sandy swept up the floor and raked out the dirt only yesterday, and the floor was clear of tracks after that.” This put a new face upon the matter, ‘¢ What sort of track is it?’ Trevylin inquired. ‘Rather small,” Dick purposely answered; “tit may be a woman's, ell have a measur- ing-bee to find out whose it is.” his raised a laugh. “ Biggest feet first,” cried Bug-Juice Bob, who had just arrived on the scene. ’ “ Well, what size do you wear?” asked Dick, “T reckon about eights,” replied Bob. ‘I never was big-footed, ’cause when I was a kid my mother wouldn’t let me go bare-footed Jike the rest of the boys. Tell you who's got the big- gest feet in this camp, though. That’s Trevylin and Parson Ferv. They never wash their feet, an’ et makes ‘em grow like weeds,” ‘“‘ Will four gentlemen come with me into the cellar, and examine the footprints?” asked Dick. *‘ They will then be convinced that Sandy is in- nocent.” Several men volunteered to go, among them Abe Carter, They descended to the cellar, and Dick showed them the tracks in the mud, Carter was a man of keen perception and good judgment, although in a case like this he was a very savage, with a thirst for lynching. After surveying the footprints a few seconds in silence, he decided: “Them are not Sandy’s tracks, I'll swear. There’s been some big-footed galoot down here.” ** And if you will release Sandy, I'll have the man within two days,” vowed Dick, ‘Sandy shall be released,” Abe promised. ‘I am satisfied that he is not guilty, and when thev find that 1 am satisfied, the rest of the boys will be, you can bet.” &o they went up-stairs, and Carter addressed the crowd: * Boys,” he said, “‘I am convinced that Sandy is innocent. Them tracks ain’t bis’n, and I demand his release: as I believe that with the assistance of the detective bere we will be able to nail the real culprit within a couple of days. Let Sandy go.” . arter was the most respected mine-owner in the pag The crowd in the store were not all his men, but they respected his opinion just the same, and when he demanded tbe release of Severn the release was promptly granted. “Now, boys,” Carter went on, “clear the store. We want to hold a consultation, and maybe before night we shall be able to invite . you to a bona-fide lynch picnic!” ; This speech was greeted with applause, and .» the crowd filed out of the place, the most of them making tracks for the Little Mint. Sandy closed and locked the door, and then turned to Carter ani Dick. ‘‘Gentlemen,” he said, with tears in bis eyes, ‘“‘T do not know how to thank you, or how to express my gratitude for your saving my life.” “You need not thank me,” waved Carter. “You owe all your gratitude to your friend the detective, for if was he who saved your life.” “Come,” said Dick, “let’s proceed to busi- ness. This question of who is the robber must be solved, and I propose to solve it, Have you heard of Silver Sal lately?” “ No.” ‘Do you think she had a hand in this case?” **No, I do not.” “Who is postmaster of this camp?” ‘*T am,” replied Sandy. “You don’t get much mail?” ie. not much,” i ** Some news rs ac Yes.” an @ “1 suppose you know about who takes such and such a paper?” ‘Well, yes, as a general thing.” * Who takes the Toronto Globe?” “Timothy Trevylin.” ‘« Did he ever lend you his paper, or leave it in your store?” ‘* No.” “Then how came this paper in your cellar? I found it within a few feet of the safe.” And Dick ge the paper be bad found. Sandy took it and examined “s “* Why, this arrived by the Tucson stage only yesterday!” he exclaimed. “ Then how came it in your cellar?” demanded Dick. ‘‘ Finding it there, proves conclusively that some one must have leftit there, It couldn’t have got there unassisted.” “Fact, by gosh!” cried Carter. “It strikes me hard in the back of the neck that you are on the right level. From finding this paper, you think that Trevylin is the robber?” ‘*T certainly do, Perhaps 1 am doing the man a great injustice, but I can’t help expressing my opinion.” Sandy turned to Carter. Do you know about what product Trevylin’s mines average a day?” he asked. ‘No; but my own is one of the best shafts in the camp, by all odds, and it only averages two hundred dollars worth of gold a day.” ‘‘ How about Jim Gale's?” ‘He has got two shafts, and very likely that brings bim above me,” ‘“ Well, since I bave owned the grocery,” de- clared Sandy, ‘‘and have handled the dust, I can tell you every ounce that bas come into my care, and Trevylin has taken the lead mea the depositors, both in gold and in money. I have put in the safe for him several thousand dollars atatime. Could he bave made such heavy and frequent deposits as a result of profit from his mines, do you think?” “No, I can’t believe that.” “Well.” said Dick, ‘there seems but one thing todo, There is no doubt in my mind but that Trevylin was concerned in the robbery. Still, it remains to be proven that fhe is the man, although everything seems to point that way. ive got a capital idea,” said Sandy. “What is it? That is just what we want.” ** Well, old Trevylin don’t get drunk but once a week, which is of a Saturday night, at the Little Mint, On these occasions he always pairs with Fern, the preacher.” “Well, if ’m any judge, they ought to make a red-hot team,” Dick commented. “They do, when they get a-going. Both have big feet, and each claims the honor of the biggest.” iad Well?” “T know a man who bas bigger. To-night is Trevylin’s night off. Ill get my friend to come down from Sacketstown, and you can make a bet with the parson that mv friend has the big- gest foot in Gale’s. The parson will. come in, and so will Trevylin, A measurement will take place, and you will be the judge. You can then score a point.” CHAPTER VII. TREVYLIN ACCUSED. Tr1s idea struck Dick as being a capital one, and he agreed to it. : Saturday night in the mines is nothing more or less than a midnight holiday, for every “ saloot” who bas money to spend does it in the most reckless manner. This was the kind of ‘‘nienie” Dick found when he visited the Little Mint that night. / Deadwood Dick, Jr., Back in the Mines. i : eo The miners had drawn their month’s pay and there were all grades of men present, all ripe for fun. It was early. Sandy no | his friend had not arrived, but they came soon after Dick. Sandy’s companion was a big, lumbering fel- low, who looked able to “ lick” a dozen ordinary men, And his feet—they were simply enormous! They were big—awfully big, if the man’s stogy boots were any criterion. ; “This is my friend, Mr. Whooper,” said Sandy, approaching Dick, _‘* Whooper, this gentleman is Deadwood Dick.” “How you vas? greeted Whooper, who evidently, was German, ‘‘I vas heer some- dings about yous, undI vas glad vot I got ac- quainted mit you, ain’d id?” “Mr, Whooper,” returned Dick, “it looks to meas if you ought to be able to whoop-er up pretty lively. But, say, where did you get those feet? Why, man, {don’t want to insult you, but Pll bet a hundred dollars in spot cash that there is not a man in Gale’s who has got as big a foot as you have!” ‘I will take that bet,” spoke up the “ Rever- end” Jacob Fern, ‘Although [ am well aware that it is sinful to bet, I stand ready to back my opinion, every time.” 4 ““T think 1 will take a hand in this, too,” said Trevylin, rising. ‘Pll bet I have got the big- gest foot of the lot!” “T will take you, too,” cried Dick, ‘‘ What do you want to bet?” “A hundred,” “Taken. Whooper!” “Yes, sir.” - ‘* Pull off those boots!” ; Whooper sat down and pulled them off, and Dick measured them, “ Sixteens!” he announced. next.” “Here I am,” cried the “parson.” ‘ Who will pull off my boot?” ‘*] will,” said Bug-Juice Bob, “ef you will set ’em up.” ‘‘ Ministers should not treat, sir; it is their business to be treated.” “ All right, mister, then treat yourself toa boot pull!” and Bob turned away. Accordingly, Mr. Fern had to pull off his own boots, which were considerably the worse for wear, having been mended and remended, un- til about all that remained of them was the patches, “The parson Dick took the boot and examined it attentively. “ Were you ever in Egypt?” he asked, ‘No, sir, never. Why do you ask ” “*T didn’t know but thai you might have got these boots from some Egyptian mummy. They surely were never manufactured in this ” «But they were, though. Them boots were made for me five years ago, and don’t you for- get it. Iam proud of my feet, J am,” “Yes, I should think you would be, for they are a strong pair. Dick measured them. “‘Fourteens!” be answered, ‘* Whooper has got the bulge on you. Now, Mr. Trevylin, we will accommodate you. “Very well, sir.” ‘ Trevylin pulled off his boot. But, before giving it over,an idea seemed to strike bim that there was some cogen foot-measuring. What was the cause? Was there any? There must be! “T think I'll back out of this bargain,” he said. ‘“‘ What for?” asked Dick. _ : “ Because I don’t believe it is a square deal,” was the reply. “ You arenfraid to have your feet measured,” Dick taunted. ‘They probably smell stronger than the parson’s, arid bis need to be disinfected, in order to prevent contagion. pf This was the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak, for Timothy Trevylin prided himself on bis neat persoval appearance above allelse, He always wore a iled” shirt, and a collar and necktie, and had his boots blacked luxuries few other men in the camp thought of aspiring to. , : So Timotby, in refutation of the detective’s intimation, flung his boot full at Dick’s head, Dick caught it easily and measured it, and flung it back to Trevylin, and turned to the crowd, saying: “Gentlemen, I have made a discovery.” ‘“‘ Concerning the robbery?” asked Abe Carter. “Yes, Sandy tells me that no one has access to his cellar but himself; yet Timothy Trevylin ; was in that cellar last night!” reason for all this .
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Deadwood Dick, Jr., Back in the Mines. 7 a Re a a Sg ee ene NY ev OS a ee CHAPTER VIIL. TREVYLIN IN HOT WATER, DEADWOOD DicK’s declaration created a de- cided sensation. The charge was a serious one, in the face of the fact that Timothy Trevylin was one of the richest men in the camp, r Trevylin was pale with rage, when he heard the accusation, ‘Curse you! for a meddling loafer! [ll cut your infernal heart out!” he roared. “I have never been in Sandy Severn’s cellar alone since I sold the store to him!” ‘“‘ Then please explain how your latest Toronto Globe came there. 1 found it near the safe only a few minutes ago.” ‘* My Toronto Globe!” ‘¢- Yes, your Toronto Globe, You are the only one in Gale’s Camp who takes it, and its the last issue that could have reached here by this time. 7 “* Well, I can’t account for that. The last I saw of it, it was lying on a table in the front room of my house, There may be some one else who takes the paper.” “Yours is the only paper that comes into Gale’s camp from Toronto,” declared Sandy, “Tl swear to that.” “You'd swear to anything,” retorted Trevy- lin, “JT have got a better reputation for truth than you have,” retorted Sandy. “You are a thoroughly built old rascal or I’m no judge of hulks, ; ‘You might as well own up that you are the the thief, Trevylin,” said Dick. ‘‘ Everything goes to show that you are. In the first place, when Bee Severn bought the store from you, you yielded up but one key, where there should have been two, In the second place, the foot- prints in the muddy bottom of the cellar corre- spond in size and shape with your boot, There is no getting around that, for I have proof of it, In the third place, | found your newspaper, of the latest issue that could have reached this camp, in that cellar. If it_is not evidence enough to convict any man, I don't know what “It is not evidence enough to convict me!” cried Trevylin. ‘I am a gentleman not a thief.” He arose and essayed to leave the place, but a dozen resolute men barred his paeee to the street, and Abe Carter was their leader, “Don’t be in a hurry, Tim,” he protested. “Don’t tear yourself away like a clerk would tear off a yard of calico, We wonld be sorry to part with you on such short notice,” Trevylin was now in a white rage. ‘¢ This is all a conspiracy!” he cried. innocent, as God is my judgeT” “All the same it becomes my duty, as the pene stands, to put you under arrest,” announced ck, . ‘“‘ Well, let’s see you do it. The man who lays a hand on me, I'll put a bullet through bis brain!” and as proof that he meant to show “T am _ fight, he drew a revolver. , ut, it was the worst act he could have done, for Bug-Juice Bob sprung upon him from the rear and wrenched the revolver from his grasp, and flung it across the room, Then he seized the arms of Trevylin and drew them bebind his back, and in a second more Dick had the hand- cuffs upon the mine-owner’s wrists. ‘There you are,” be said. ‘‘ How do you like that style of cuffs, Mr. Trevylin?” ‘‘T demand to be released,” roared Trevylin. “This isan outrage anda shame! I can prove as soon as 1am released that 1 was at home all last night.” ‘By whom?” By my daughter.” Dick turned to Carter and Sandy. “Is the young lady’s word to be trusted?” he asked. “No!” cried Carter, ‘ We will take no one’s word in the face of the present proof. It is plain that Timothy Trevylin was in Sandy’s cellar last night, and that he must have com- mitted the robbery.” ‘““Tt looks that way.” ‘Hang him!” cried the crowd. “String him up!” “Shoot bim!” These and similar exclamations rent the air, and it began to look as if Trevylin would swing from the limb of the most convenient tree. And no doubt he would have hanged but for the interposition of Deadwood Dick. “T do not counsel immediate violence, gentle- men,” he said. “I want time to sift this matter further. The man, whether guilty or not, should have the benefit of a most thorough in- vestigation.” “Yes, that’s so,” echoed Sandy, ‘I approve of leniency, although the scoundrel has done all in bis power to ruin me,” ‘Yes, I reckon that’s reasonable,” argued Abe Jarter. ‘‘ We will give the detective until to- morrow noon to look into matters, and then we will impannel a jury and try Trevylin. He may not be guilty, after all.” This seemed to suit the majority of the crowd. “Yas, [approve of having a trial,” coincided the ‘‘Reverend” Fern. ‘It is but just, and having been a lawyer before I became a doctor of divinity, I will conduct the case for the peo- ple as cheap as any other m%n you can pick up in Arizona,” “You wouldn’t be a fit lawyer for a tom- cat!” cried Dick, “If I were hauled ap for trial, ’'d rather employ a Digger Indian for counsel,” “Thou art a sinful man,” whined Fern, with asad shake of the head. ‘‘l would not give much for your chance for going to the good place, when you turn up your toes,” “Tell you what [ll do,” Dick returned. ‘* What?” “Pll bet I'll have a pair of wings before you do, Will you bet?” “Tl] bet. you will, too, once I get loose!” cried Trevylin, ‘ There'll be bloodshed running wild in this camp, once I do get free.” ‘You haven’t got free yet,” chimed in the preacher, *“No, you old hypocrite! but look out for me when I do,” “Verily, I hope that may never be, for I want to buy me a new suit of clothes, and I am aching to preach some one’s funeral sermon, If Me ain’t hung, I shall have to wait till the next orse-tbief is caught, and I don’t know when that will be.” ; ‘* Why don’t you steal one yourself, and at- tend your own funeral?’ asked Bug-juice Bob. “ We'll guarantee to lay you out in state, em- ploy a burdy-gurdy band, and shed tears over you until you imagine you are another Noah, and that a flood has struck Gale’s Camp.” “There has been enough levity for this occa- sion,” interrupted Abe Carter. ‘‘There is a strong room in the mill, where the tools are kept, and I propose we store Trevylin in there for the night, or until this case has been sifted to the bottom by Deadwood Dick. He is an ex- pert detective, and has already found out much more than any other man here would have dis- covered, I believe he will ferret out the whole matter, and ‘hile Trevylin 1s under arrest on circumstantial evidence, itis our duty to -hold him, Itis a well-known fact that Silver Sal has been preying on this community for some time, and has committed a number of robberies. She may have taken in a partner this time.” ‘*There’s some logic in that,” agreed Dick, “and I advocate that Trevylin be locked up un- til I have had a chance to investigate the case further.” **T second the motion,” said Sandy, So the matter was settled, and Trevylin’s life was safe for the time being. : F _ He was taken to the ore-mill, and locked up in a strong room, from which there was no es- cape, there to await further investigations. CHAPTER IX, SILVER SAL, Dick did not accompany the party that took Trevylin to his temporary home in the ore-mill. There was no necessity for it, as Carter and Sandy had charge of that work; but feeling like taking a walk, Dick set off down the trail to- ward Tucson, It was a beautiful night. Arizona is particu- larly noted, in this respect. On either side was a luxuriant growth of foliage, while beyond peeped up the gray peaks of several mountains. Along the trail ran a rippling brook, The soaring full moon sent down her effulgent rays with regal splendor. \ What a a. thought Dick. ‘*‘ Were it not for Sandy I’d get my horse and ride till morn. Ah, this is air, this is scenery—they knock the cities crazy!” ‘He wandered on for several miles, unconscious that he was getting so far from Gale’s until he received a tap upon the shoulder, He turned, and found himself in the presence of a young woman, P She was fair, so far as could be seen in the moonlight, and had a good figure. A diamond brooch at her throat reflected, many brilliant rays; a cocked six-shooter in her hand reflected many more, . or we are,” she greeted, ‘‘ How do you ts) ** As well as I can,” replied Dick. ‘* Who are you, my gentle gazelle, if I may be permitted to inquire? Strikes me J have seen you before.” “Then it strikes you wrong. I am Silver Sal, the road-agent, I am out in quest of some boodle to-night. The drain upon my purse through my numerous charities is more than I can’stand. Isball have to seek aid from other sources, in order to keep up my benefactions to the poor and deserving. How much of earth’s wealth do you carry about your duds?” “None, my gazelle. I deal in my own col- lateral, which sells at par; viz, brass pennies, of which my present stock consistsof two, If they are of any use to you they are at your dis- sal, ‘Tam not dealing in old coins and curiosi- ties,” replied Sal. ‘* What I want is sugar, and plenty of it. Do you understand?” “I venture to say if you will repair to the grocery at the camp you will find a few barrels at your disposal,” Dick unconsciously suggested, Silver Sal had the drop on him, and this par- ley was in order that he might distract her at- tention, so that he could draw his own weapons, But this didn’t seem to work, “No you don’t,” Sal observed. ‘I’m dead onto your little game,” “ What game?” “You want to pull a pop on me, but you can’t doit. I’m as fly as you are.” “You don’t suppose [’d attempt to shoot a gentle young fairy Jike you,” retorted Dick. ‘“‘ Tf you ask me, though, I will tell you that the safest thing you can do is to put down that weapon and surrender; for if you don’t there are plenty of trees around Gale’s Camp that are itching to support such a noted form as you.” “Tne trees have not caught me, don’t you know; nor bave you, my gay detective. Ill tell you what I will do: Promise me on your word of honor that you will see that Timothy Travylin is not arraigned for trial for the rob- bery, and you can go. Otberwise 1’ll blow your brains out. Silver Sal is not to be trifled with.” “Maybe not; but, I have not surrendered yet, nor do I propose to. Once upon a time I went for days and nights without food or water, and I can doit again, We'd better camp right down here, and I guess I can manage to starve you out. It isa lovely night, and just the kind to do a bit of wooing, you know.” Silver Sal regarded Dick with curiosity, “* Well, you’re about the coolest cuss I ever run across!” she ejaculated. “Is that so? How do you know but I was born on an iceberg?” ‘Tt wouldn't surprise me. But, how about Trevylin? Are you going to let him go?” “ No.” ‘‘ What are you going to do?” “Hang him.” ‘He did not commit the robbery, and I will swear to it.” ‘Then who did?” “Let me tell you one thing,” said Silver Sal. “‘T have got the drop on you, and can kill you as easy as rolling off a log, and with as little compunction as an anaconda would gobble up a bird. Do you know that?” ““ Well, I will take your word for it. You look like a truthful lass, and considering the noble profession you follow, I cannot oubt your word. It strikes me, however, that I might have a word to say about the matter my- self. “You have nothing tosay. There is but one thing for you todo, and that ain’t two, Tim Trevylin did not commit that robbery. This is the second time, is it not? that I have told you this. “Well”? ° “Do you want to hang an innocent man?” ** Surely not.” “‘ But you propose to do so.” “Trevylin must stand his trial, the same as I should have to do were Lin his position, The evidence against him is conclusive.” “Not at all. Heisinnocent. J am the one who collared that nice little boodle; and I will have more, as soon as there is enough to make it worth working for. So far as Trevylin is concerned, he don’t know enough to rob a cat of its feed, He’sarank old duffer, and you can tell him so, You can go, now; but mind, if you look around until you are out of my sight I will let daylight through you as sure as my name is Silver Sal, the queen of the road!” There was a brief silence, during which the two glared at each other. “*Go!” Sal ordered. ‘ And in the future you will find it to your advantage to keep out of my oe 5 Aes
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= way. If you don’t you will wake up some fine morning and find yourself missing. This would be too bad, too, for, having heard of you before, { believe you are considered a great national institution.” *‘ Not quite so bad as that,” replied Dick. “* Well, ave you going?” *¢ Which way?” “ Toward Gale's,” “ T haven’t decided yet.” [ll give you one minute—no more.” Dick saw that there was no use of parleying ef longer. t was humiliating to give in to a woman of this type—the very one he had set out to capture, but there seemed to be no help for it. That Sal would shoot before she would sur- render, there could be rodoubt. She was plucky, and knew well what her fate would be it cap- tured, Dick walked back to Gale’s. CHAPTER X. FERN GETS ‘‘ RILED.” Yrs, the discomfited detective jogged back to Gale’s Camp. He looked around once, en route, but saw nothing of Silver Sal. She evidently had taken advantage of her first ed nebo 4 to vanish, t was a question in Dick’s mind, now, just before I recover those good dollars. times are hard,” eet es ~ ‘* Very slender.” ‘* What is her age?” ‘“* Highteen,” ‘* How old is Trevylin’s daughter?” *Couldn’t say. She’s no chicken, however young she may look.” ‘** Do you think Trevylin had anything to do with the robbery?” ‘No, Ido not. In my clerical capacity, I am not supposed to suspect anybody. Say, I'll be hanged if I’ve got even a lone pair!” Dick won the second game, the third, and the fourth, By this time the ‘‘ Reverend” Fern’s capital was exhausted, and it was time to quit, ‘* Tm a ruined man,” moaned the parson. ‘‘ Many a funeral sermon I will have to preach Verily, the “Well, Pll tell you what Pll do,” said Dick. ‘Take me over to your house and introduce me to your daughter, and I will give you back the money I have won from you. 7 ‘* Honest Injun?” ‘¢ Sure.” ox It isa bargain. You'll find my Susan a nice irl, So from the Little Mint the two proceeded to the residence of the ‘‘ Reverend” Fern. It was a nice place, of its kind. There was a neat little garden, with a couple of flower-beds, and although the shanty was rather rudely constructed, the place had about as good an appearance as “y in the camp. Although the hour was lategMiss Fern was still up. “* Why, papa, I thought you were never com- ing home,” she said, when the parson conduc Dick into the parlor. been going wrong?” ‘No, my child, I have not, I bave been try- ing to teach my flock to travel in the path they should go.” ‘* Did you succeed?” “Alas, no, Satan ruleth to-night, and all my efforts were of no avail.” ‘‘T am so sorry,” Miss Fern sighed. In the mean time Dick was studying ber. In figure and face she had no resemblance to Silver Sal, Sal was stouter, and, if anything, better-looking, Miss Fern was very dark of complexion, and had dark bair and black eyes. Dick was at once convinced that she was not Silver Sal. There was no resemblance between the two whatever. what to do, Silver Sal had declared herself the robber. Was it done honestly, tosave an honest man? or, under appak aan of & revolver, to shield a villain from the vengeance of the law? This was another query that would have to be considered. Who was Silver Sal? Was she Trevylin’s daughter? This did not look at al! probable; but what was her motive for espousing bis cause? This was a riddle that bothered Dick sorely. It was too late by this time to pay a visit to Miss Trevylin, so Dick did not attempt it. Early on the morrow would do just as well, he argued. He adjourned to the Little Mint, and there was soon engaged in a game of cards with the ** Reverend” Jacob Fern. The ** Reverend” Jacob had been known to hold five aces out of a possible four, and was considered one of the best poker-players in the camp. The first game was for fifty chips apiece, leav- ‘*T hope you have not ing in only as low as the sevens, instead of using the whole pack. The value of the chips was one dollar each, and the game was “‘ straight,” ‘1 rather expect you will break me, Mr, Fern,” Dick remarked. ‘1 shall try to,” was the yb ‘*My cburch members have not been over-liberal of late, and [’ve not been able to put by as much money for missionary work as I ought.” The game began. Dick soon found that be bad met his match. Fern was a bluffer, as also a good player, us- ing excellent judgment. e soon had Dick ‘‘ cleaned out,” “ Dick, you are out of luck,” said the “ Rev- erend” Fern. ‘‘ Verily, the sinful never succeed in this world. Why do you not leave off your bad habits, and lead a new life. Pve got four aces. Can a beat that?” “Tecan, [have got a royal flush, Say, my ood man, where did you get that extra ace?” “‘T can’t account for it. It came out of the pack, I will vow!” replied Fern, “Stran est sing t ever knew of. It must belong to another c . The card was examined, and, sure enough, it did petra to another pack, “Look here, Fern,” cried Dick, “‘ you are a rank old cheat! For a cent, { would rap you over the head.” “ Verily, young man, you would do nothing so rash as to hit a divine, I hope.” “T would be doing for you just what you most deserve.” ‘‘ Well, my brother, while I fear you not, I will do anything * ing would have me dc, What can [ do for you ‘Tell me who Silver Sal is.” **T do not know,” ‘* Have you seen her?’ “ Yes,” me Does she look anything like your daugh- r ‘+ Bless me, no!” ‘Or Trevylin’s?” ‘Yes, she has something like her figure. I have never seen her face, for she always wearsa mask to conceel her features.” ‘Is your daughter stout or slim?” . Mr. Fern introduced Dick with an elaborate bow. “Mr, Bristol, this is my daughter. Susan, dear, this is Mr, Richard Bristol, the detective, Kind Nature has made him an excellent man, as she has made you extremely beautiful. Verily, it seems to me that you two ought to make a match. I assure you, Bristol, that my charges for tying the matrimonial knot are as low as the lowest, and—” ‘* Papal” the daughter can you be thinking about?” Dick laughed. . “Reverend sir,” he reminded, “it takes two to make a bargain in the matrimonial line, and no matter how eager I might be for the honor you would confer, your fair daughter might be averse.” “You must pardon bis thoughtlessness, sir,” Miss Fern endeavored to apologize, ‘ Papa’s great fault is that be does not stop to weigh bis thoughts and words before giving them utter- ance, . “She's right, Dickey,” the “ Reverend ” agreed ; «she’s right every time, Susan is always right. I spoke too hastily. I will let matters take their natural drift, and if finally my services can be of any use to you in the—” ** Papa |” Fern stopped short. ‘ Perhaps we have not mentioned before that the ‘* Reverend” Fern had a daughter, If so, it is late to mention it now, but a word of expla- nation may not be out of place. Susan Fern claimed to stand in that affection- ate relationship to the “* preacher” of the camp, She was slender and angular and freckled, but otherwise about as she bas been described, except as to her age, which Fern always stated as eighteen. Sbe was thirty if a day. It had come to be remarked in the camp that “ Fern’s gal never got any older.” She bad been just eighteen ever since she and ber father had drifted into the place and settled down, Dick turned the conversation quickly, and spent a brief time at the Fern fireside. He had gained the object of his coming there, and made bis call a short one. interrupted, ‘* what Deadwood Dick, Jr., Back in the Mines. Susan Fern and Silver Sal were not identical. When he took his leave, Dick went back to the Mint, where he sought his room, and was soon in a sound and dreamless slumber. CHAPTER XI. DICK VISITS MISS TREVYLIN, Dick was up betimes in the morning, and out about the camp. The town was again in a turmoil of excite- ment. During tha night two more robberies had been committed, one being that of the Wells-Fargo Express-oftice, ere the robbers had secured a handsome sum in gold, which was to have been shipped-to San Francisco the next day. On top of this came another sensation. Timothy Trevylin had escaped from the strong room in the mill, and was nowhere to be found. How he had escaped was not apparent, the door of the room where he had been confined being found still locked. _ : He must have had outside aid. “What is your idea?’ asked Carter, when he met Dick. : “Plain enough,” replied Dick. ‘‘Trevylin is the robber.” “But how did he escape from that strong room?” ‘He must have a confederate.” “But who is it? I don’t know of any one to suspect.” Silver Sal !” ‘You really believe, then, that she had a hand in the robbery?” “ I do ” “Tn conjunction with Trevylin?” Dick related the circumstances of his meeting with Silver Sal the night before, “ Well, that settles it!” cried Carter, “ There is no longer any question as to Trevylin’s guilt.” ‘No, I reckon not. Have you been to his house to see if he is there?” “Yes, His daughter denies all knowledge of his whereabouts. She seems to feel sorely dis- tressed. ‘‘T think I will go and see her.” ‘** No use.” ‘Why not?” “ She's as close-mouthed as a clam.” “Tl try her, anyhow,” decided Dick, “‘May- be I can open her mouth.” ‘Well, success to you; but I'll bet you don’t succeed,” “Tf I don’t, it won’t be for want of trying. If Miss Trevylin knows where her father is, I shall not be long in finding it out.” st | until it got a little later, Dick set forth, hether he would succeed or not, he of course was in doubt, but he wished to see the oung lady, He wanted to compare her with Silver Sal. When Dick arrived at the Trevylin residence, and rap ed upon the door, the summons was an- swered by a prompt ‘* Come in!” Dick entered the neat little parlor. Miss Trevylin was seated in an arm-chair, en- gaged in sewing. ; She was a comely-looking girl, of good figure > and clean-cut features, and bad black hair and eyes: the latter being particularly piercing in their gaze. “Miss Trevylin, I believe,” Dick said on en- tering the room. ‘Yes, sir. What do you want?” “JT want to find out where your father is,” Dick announced, promptly. ‘*T don’t know,” “ Are you quite sure?” “Yes, 1 am; but if I did know I would not be apt to tell you,” ‘““Why not?” ‘Because it was through you that they shut him up in the mill, If he has escaped I am glad i hd “Well he has escaped, and you know where he is, I command you to tell me,” _“T do not know. You do!” **T do not!” “Tt was you who released him!” _ “Tt was not, have seen nothing of him since yesterday.” MIT Dick eyed ber a moment in silence. Was she lying to bim? or was she telling the truth? ~* It was hard to say which. Miss Trevylin withstood the scrutiny well, She was not in the least disconcerted, “Well,” said Dick, “ I'll go back and see what the boys at: I presume they will order your arrest. If they do, I shall have to carry out their wishes.”
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eS e< Deadwood Dick, Jr., Back in the Mines. 9 **They can’t arrest me, for I have done noth- ing to be arrested for.” “You have refused to disclose the where- abouts of your father, and that is the same as shielding a criminal.” ‘My father is not a criminal!” ‘Yes, heis. I will give you until my return to decide whether you will give him up or not. If you still refuse, the chances are that a rope will be brought into use, and that you will be at one end of it.” “Bah! I defy you all! You dare not barm an innocent woman.” ** An excited mob dares to do anything. They are no respecters of persons. The present mob is greatly excited, and lynch-law is likely to prevail at any minute,” Dick departed, feeling that his visit had not been a success, He had found out nothing more than he knew before, except that Fanny Trevylin was not Silver Sal. When Dick returned to the Little Mint he found the crowd still more excited than when he had left it. All work had been suspended in the mines, and an angry mob was now gathered in the street, discussing the situation in terms more forcible than refined. If Timothy Trevylin had appeared on the scene at this juncture, he would have been strung up, without doubt, There were two factions—one, that Trevylin was guilty; another that it was Sandy. Ay! there was a third, for Jim-Jam Jake came along, and expressed it as his opinion that Dead- wood Dick knew more about the robbery than any one else, He declared that be bad seen him in the neighborhood of the grocery store on the night before, about midnight. Jake’s word, however, did not weigh heavily at Gale’s Camp, where he stood as the cham- pion bummer, and was known as the worst liar within a hundred miles, Consequently his story gained but little credence, As soon as Dick arrived at the saloon he was approached by Abe Carter, ** Well, Bristol, how did you make out?” Car- ter asked, ““T didn’t make out at all,” Dick confessed, ** Did you see Miss Trevylin?” bat | did” ** And she denied all knowledge of where her father is, I presume?” ‘* Yes, she did. You can bet your life that she knows, however,” “Well, if such is the case, what is to be done? Women are perverse things to deal with, unless you know just how to manage ’em.” ‘* You’re a married man, ain’t you?” ‘** Well, yes, rather. I’ve been hitched up for a considerable number of years. However, in my experience I have always held the reins, and done my own driving.” ‘* What’s to be done?” “Trevylin must be caught.” ‘*Must be caught and catching him are two different things. A bird at liberty beats two in a cage, Won't be have to come back to look after his mines?” “ No, n ‘© Why not?” “The girl is as capable to look after them as he is. She is a thorough business woman, and can boss a gang of men as well as the old man. Besides, Mike is there.” ‘*Have you any idea where Trevylin may be hiding?” “No, I have not,” ‘** Think he has left the camp?” “‘No doubt of it. I have sent several men to search the surrounding country for him, but have little hopes of their success,” “*T see but one thing to do.” ‘“* What is that?” ; ; ‘Force Miss Trevylin to divulge the where- abouts of her father.” ; ‘* But, how the blazes are you goin’ to do it?” asked Carter. ‘“With a rope,” Dick answered. ‘1 reckon when she gets one around her neck she will cave; don’t you think so?” “ Well, I don’t know but that would be a good idea. But, you know, you might as well try to drive a hog as to try to force some women.” “Very true; but I reckon when the Trevylin girl feels the rope around her swan-like neck, and comes to realize that we intended to hang her, she will give in.” Carter shook his head, “Doubtful,” he said; “very doubtful.” ‘“Why so? She surely wouldn’t give up her life to save her rascally father?” *“T don’t know about that. I know one thing, she has got the grit of a = “That may be, but, it is all nonsense to say thatany woman will court death from a desire to be brave.” ‘Well, in this case, maybe not, but some of them are as stubborn as a balky horse,” ‘“*Let us try the experiment. It may work, Just as a scare, you understand.” “Pll see what the rest of the boys say,” and Carter went among the men and explained the idea to them. It met with immediate approval from all hands, except one, This was Sanay Severn. ‘“‘T seriously object!” he cried, ‘‘ The idea is a barbarous one!” ‘** Your objection is overruled,” shouted Gale. ‘*Tf ther gal knows where old Trevylin is, and it is more than likely she does, she’s got to tell. I allow by the time we pull up on ther rope she will be glad to open ber mouth,” ‘*That’s what’s the matter!” cried Bug-Juice Bob. ‘I heartily advocate this motion. There hasn’t been a neck-tie party in this hyer camp for several months, and it is high time we had a little jubilee, I’ve got a rope that will just about answer the purpose,” “Then get it, and we will set forth,” decided Jim Gale. ** Hooray !” yelled the crowd. Bob burried away, and soon returned with rope strong enough to hang an ox, ‘This will do the business,” he yelled. ‘It’s already hung a dozen persons, and is fora dozen more; I have expected to have a trial at it myself before now, but have fortunately es- caped, Jim-Jam Jake has the promise of the use of it, tha next time he has ’em, and the rope is always for rent to any one as wants to use it.” “You will need it L edegge’ before any of the rest of us,” averred Gale,. ‘* But, come along, boys; Trevylin’s gal has got to open her mouth or swing.” ‘** Hooray!” shouted the mob. And with loud yells they set off up the single street of the town, It boded ill for Miss Trevylin. CHAPTER XII. ALMOST A LYNCHING. WHEN a gang of Western miners become thoroughly aroused they are a bad lot. As is well known, a murderer stands a better chance of getting off free than a rob- ber or a horse-thief. A man who has courage enough to kill an- other, seems to be regarded as a useful in- stitution, if not a benefit to the rough com- munity. If Timothy Trevylin was a thief, there- fore, his daughter must be his confederate, At least, so argued this howling mob who were going to string up the young woman, Jim Gale led the gang. Dick and Sandy did not accompany the crowd, but repaired to the grocery store to see if they could make any more discoveries connected with the robbery. “IT am sorry you set the crowd after that poor girl,” remarked Sandy. “If she don’t know where her father is, how can she tell?” “T am confident she does know,” an- swered Dick. “How so?” ‘°Because she said she wouldn’t tell if she did know.” **Quite natural. ’Most all persons would thus shield their parents.” “* At the expense of their own lives? No, sir; not much! But, this is only to scare her, you know.” “LT hope it stops at that.” “And I assure you it shall. I'll be on hand when they get her.” “She must not be harmed.” ‘That I'll vouch for.” A thorough search of the cellar revealed another link of evidence. ~~ It was a bit of pink ribbon in the shape of a rosette, Dick picked it up and examined it care- fully, Sandy in the mean time watching him with the greatest interest. ‘‘Have you found anything that will ex- culpate Miss Trevylin?” he at length de- manded. “Well, 1 can’t say as to that, but I have seen this ribbon before.” ** Ah! where?” “On the vest of Silver Sal, when I met her on the trail. If Trevylin was here she was with him, There’s no two ways about that. The two worked together.” ‘*Tt does look so.” **T am sure of it.” *“* But, how about the second robbery?” ‘“The two must have been here last night again,” ‘*'Phat does not seem credible.” ‘* Maybe not; but how else can this rosette be accounted for?” **T don’t know. You're sure it is the same one Silver Sal wore?” “* Positive.” ‘“Then we've struck a new mystery.” ** You bet.” -‘*These robberies may account for how Trevylin has made so much money,” ob- served Sandy. “‘Just my idea,” Dick coincided. ‘I think there can be no doubt but that they worked together hand and glove.” ‘*Your opinion and mine fully agree,” asserted Sandy. ‘‘By the way, did Silver Sal look anything like Trevylin’s daugh- ter?” ‘“No, not a bit. struck me.” ** What is it?” ** You saw Mademoiselle Belle?” ** Yes, of course.” ‘Well, shz strongly resembles Silver Sal inform. [could not distinguish the latter’s features very plainly, but, somehow, it now strikes me that Silver Sal and Mademoiselle Belle are one and the same person.” “You think so?” “T surely do. And, that being the case, we have but to find this woman to find Trevylin.” **It will be about as hard to find one as the other, won’t it?” “T reckon so.” ; Leaving Sandy at the store, Dick started for the Trevylin house to prevent the girl’s being too roughly handled. He felt, now, that Miss Trevylin was not an accessory to the crime, and that she did not know where her father was. If she did not, it would not do to punish her too far. If Silver Sal and Trevylin were in collu- sion, it was probable that Sal herself had re- leased the prisoner. In that case, it was likely they were to- gether in hiding, and that Fanny really did not know where her father was. When Dick arrived at the Trevylin resi- dence, the door had been burst open, and Miss Trevylin was being led forth by Abe Carter and Jim Gale. Dick was astonished to see the nerve she displayed, for she was perfectly calm and collected. Bug-Juice Bob stood by with the noosed répe which he claimed had hanged so many persons, and a convenient tree grew in front of the Trevylin house, with outspreading branches. é Miss Trevylin was conducted under the shade of this, and the ‘‘ halter” was placed about her fair neck. **Now, then,” asked Carter, ‘‘do you re- alize the peril you are in?” “I realize that I am in the power of a band of the vilest ruffians on the face of the earth,” was the cool reply. ‘‘Your fate is in your own hands, young But, an idea has just woman. To save your life, you have but to tell us where to find your father. Do this, and no harm shall come to you. Refuse, and we will hang you in his stead!” “*T have told you that I do not know!” ** But, we cannot believe that. It is a lit- tle too thin.” “T can’t help how thin it is, it is the truth,”
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10 “Yet, you have said that if you did know where he is, you wouldn’t tell!” ‘‘Nor would I. He is my father, and I would never betray him, even were he a hundred times a robber!” ‘Then you shall hang!” ‘Be it so,” replied Miss Trevylin. ‘‘ITam bet afraid to die, for I have no sins to answer or.” Ata signal from Carter, the loose end of the rope was thrown over a limb and seized by strong hands, Still this fearless girl did not flinch. Carter was about to give the word to pull her up, when Deadwood Dick stepped for- ward. “Carter,” he said, ‘‘this has gone far enough.” ‘* And why so?” Carter demanded. ‘* Because [ am convinced that the girl is innocent of any knowledge of her father’s whereabouts.” “Your convictions be blowed! who first set us onto her.” “True; but I am just as eager to vindicate her now, as I was to condemn her.” “« Well, your vindication don’t amount to shucks, my friend. The girl has defied us, and she must swing. All ready, boys?” ‘* All ready!” ‘‘Then pull her up!’ The next instant the body of Miss Trevylin was dangling in mid-air. But only for an instant; for drawing a re- volver, Deadwood Dick took deliberate aim and fired. The bullet cut the strands of the rope; it broke, and Miss Trevylin fell to the ground. ‘ CHAPTER XIII. DICK DARES THE CROWD. Tuts act of Deadwood Dick’s brought a ‘roar of disapproval from the mob. But that did not frighten him in the least. He stood grasping his revolver, and it was te-cocked, and ready for use. Abe Carter uttered a snarl of rage. “The devil take you!” he cried. ‘‘ What do you mean?—to thwart the ends of jus- tice?” ‘“‘{ mean that that girl shall not hang, sir!” replied Dick, grimly. ‘‘Tll kill the man who attempts to put the noose around her neck again!” ‘‘Oh! you will, eh?” “Yes, I will /” «« What will we be doing aX this time?” “You will be taking a drop to yourselves.” Carter uttered a snort of disgust. “Why, darn your skin, there’s enough of us to chaw you up bodily!” he raved. “I am notjafraid of you,” Dick retorted. ««T’l] kill the first man who attempts to draw @ weapon.” Carter swore. “You are not aware, I suppose, that your first shot would be your last!” he grated. ‘*No, I am not!” The coolness of the detective was surpris- ing to the crowd. Never before had they seen such an exhibition of nerve. Not a trace of fear did his handsome countenance betray as he stood there in the sunlight. “Boys,” cried Carter, ‘‘d’ye know what T’m beginning to think?” “What?” demanded chorus, ‘I’m beginning to think the same as Jim- Jam Jake—that this fellow Bristol knows as much about the robberies as any one else!” ‘‘T rather reckon so, too,” echoed Jim Gale. “Verily, I feel sure of it!” vouchsafed the “Reverend” Fern. ‘Nothing is more haem than that he is a partner of Silver al’s, and, as matters were getting pretty hot for her, she has sent him among us in her stead. Now, my brethren, it is a shame to spoil so auspicious an occasion as the present, which promised so much wholesome amuse- ment for my congregation without corrupt- . It was you the ‘‘boys” in Deadwood Dick, Jr., Back in the Mines. 3 Set ome ing their morals. It’s ashame, I reassert. Besides cheating the boys, it prevents me from preaching a glowing discourse on the uncertainty of life and the necessity of re- maining good, and never holding more than four aces at atime. My brethren, I propose that we let Trevylin’s girl go free, and hang this Deadwood Dick in her stead!” **{ second the- motion!” yelled Jim-Jam Jake. ‘I'll agree to dig the hole to plant him in.” «And I will preach his funeral service for his money and clothes,” added Fern. “Well,” remarked Carter, “that ain’t a bad idea, for we don’t want no detective around this hyer camp anyhow, do we, boys?” *“No, no!” cried the mob. son-of-a-gun up!” «That is a capital idea,” agreed Dick, who had been listening attentively. ‘‘Some of you galoots just waltz right along and get me, while I let daylight through you. I haven’t bad the exquisite pleasure of killing a man in some time, and if 1 don’t soon get a chance I shall get out of practice. Now is your golden opportunity, gentlemen, so sail in and draw a prize. I’m right at home, and the latch-string is hanging out more than a yard long!” This little speech rather fattled the gang, even to Gale and Carter. What kind of a customer was this Dead- wood Dick, they asked themselves, who could hold a mob at bay? Miss Trevylin had risen and entered the house, no effort being made to stop her. ‘* Will you surrender?” demanded Carter. ‘Certainly not.” “You'd better, or we will tear you limb from limb.” “You haven’t got me yet. Don’t count your chickens before they are hatched, for one is liable to be a Bengal tiger!” Carter turned to his men. ‘Boys, are we to stand here and be bluffed like this? Not much we ain’t! Come! let’s make a rush upon the cuss and overpower him! Ready! All together, now!” But the order was of no use. Not a man stirred. “Come on, I tell you!” roared Carter. “Are you a pack of cowards?” ‘No, we ain’t,” returned Jim Gale, ‘but I reckon none of us is anxious to get perfo- rated. I know Jain’t!” Dick had won a victory, for it was quite plain that none of the crowd would attack while he held the drop on them. “You're a big lot of cowardly galoots!” yelled Carter, beside himself with rage. ‘With your aid I can capture the fellow in a jiffy, and you can have the fun of seeing him kick wind.” ‘Why don’t you tackle him?” asked Jim Gale. “You claim to be the best man in the en a ‘“‘T don’t claim anything of the sort; but, I will lead you on if you will follow me!” “* Can't see it,” replied Gale. ‘‘ The other boys can do as they please, but I’ve gota wife and children and five barrels of whisky to look after, and I can’t afford to take any risks. Why don’t you employ the Reverend Fern? He wants a job!” ‘*Oh, no!” cried Fern. in an antagonistic mood!” “Well, I’m tired of this,” decided Gale, “and have no time to monkey around here any longer. I’m going back to the saloon and have adrink. If there’s any one that is thirsty here, he is welcome to join me,” That settled it. When Gale started off, one after another of the crowd followed him. They had no time for hunting road-agents or robbers when there was anything to drink. One by one they went away, until only ad ge was left in the presence of Deadwood ic ‘String the ‘*T am not feeling “‘ Well, Carter, I suppose you intend to have it out with me alone,” remarked Dick, with a smile. ‘Curse you, no! You have got the bulge on us this time; but I will get even with Ae yet. I was not born to be made a fool of.” ‘Quite correct. You were not born to be made a fool of, because you were born a fceoi. You'll know that I never crawfish. I don’t brag when I say that I never take water for any one. 1 don’t care who he is ” ‘Never you mind. You're not out of the mud yet. The most sensible thing -you can do is to get out of this camp and make for parts unknown, for if you remain here Vi give a thousand dollars but what you shall be lynched! D’ye hear?” “IT do, but I do not heed. And now, you listen to me: If you don’t pick up your feet and get out of range of my revolver in the space of one minute, there will be a dead Carter for Fern to preach over. Come, now, get a move on you.” Carter was no fool. He saw a glitter in Dick’s eyes that he well realized was the danger-signal. Life was just as dear to Abraham Carter as it was to any other man, if not a little dearer; so giving Dick a vengeful glance, he turned and ran like a deer. CHAPTER XIV. DICK IN THE DARK. Arter the departure of Carter, Dick left the vicinity of the Trevylin house and wan- dered out of the camp to a motte of trees, where he sat down to consider what was the next best thing to do. He was undecided whether it would be advisable to return to the Little Mint or not. It might be the means of getting him into trouble that he could not get out of as easy as that just past. He might not be able to hold the now boozy crowd at bay so easily again. He knew that they were against him, especially Abe Carter, who was rich and influential. “After all,” he mused, ‘‘ what am I med- dling in this affair for, anyhow? There's no prospect of my getting any money for my trouble, and a good prospect of getting into further trouble for my pains.” All of which was very true. He had about decided to throw up the job and make tracks for Tucson, when some- thing occurred that changed his mind. A man, carrying a basket, passed through the woods within ten yards of him, without seeing him. It was Mexican Mike, Trevylin’s mine- boss. The basket was evidently a heavy one. Where could the man be going? Dick asked himself. “‘T’ll bet my neck he is carrying food to Trevylin!” he muttered. ‘‘ Now I'll follow him and find out where he is going!’ and with cat-like stealth he stole after the giant mine-boss, f Mexican Mike, dark and forbidding of as- pect, passed through the motte, crossed the Tucson trail hurriedly as if afraid of bein seen, and again struck into the woodlan that covered the slope of the mountain. “Aba! L think I am on tke right track now!” Dick muttered. “ Trevylin is hived in some mountain cave, and is having his meals served a la Mexicano instead of a la carte. Steer on, Michael, my bucko! I’m after you!” Michael, unconscious that he was followed, finally wearied of climbing the steep ascent and sat down upon a rock, Raising the lid of the basket, he took out - a bottle which was evidently filled with whisky. He took a long pull at this, emptying the bottle, half a pint, and then flung the bottle away. ‘“Ah! I feel better now!” he said, aloud.
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Deadwood Dick, Jr., Back in the Mines.» “T reckon I will resume my journey. If | stood up, and darkness once more reigned I’m not mistaken, et can’t be far off.” supreme, “Tf it ain’t,” muttered Dick, who had It was a position not ealculated to excite overheard the foregoing utterances, ‘‘I will | the envy of any one. soon have my game nailed.” ‘It looks as if this is destined to be my On they went. last adventure,” Dick mused. ‘They say The mountain grew steeper and more rug- | good luck can’t follow a person always, and ged and difficult of ascent. The forest be-! 1 guess mine is gone I don’t think I will came so dense and dark, too, that Dick | ever see the light of day again.” found it hard to keep Mike in view. But he did not despair, quite. All of a sudden Mexican Mike disappeared | An hour's standing in one spot makes a altogether. person more tired, of course, than a long Dick hurried forward and carefully | walk, and Dick was at length forced to move searched the vicinity whereghe had last seen | around. the man, but failed to find any signs of him, In doing so, he stumbled and staggered or to detect where he could have so suddenly | against a portion of the wall. vanished. He did not fall heavily, but it struck him There was no cabin of shanty in the neigh- | pretty forcibly that the wall moved / borhood, nor was there any sign of a cave. It didn’t seem credible that such a thing ‘Well, 'll be blowed if this don’t beat | could be so he paused and lit another match me,” Dick muttered. “The chap disap- | —one of the last ones in his possession. peared right here, and I don’t believe he went | _ By its light he was able to see what he had any further.” not discovered before. Dick went back to the spot where he bad The part of the wall against which he had last seen him, and made another search. accidentally lurched was seamed with fissures. But with the same result. No clew was | In one portion was a big square stone, against found. which he had stumbled. A The heavy forest. made it so gloomy that |" It was moved outward an inch, the most experienced woodsman would have Dick blew out his match. found great difficulty in picking up a trail. ‘«T think I'm on the verge of adiscovery,” Dick threw himself upon the ground and | he mused, encouraged. meditated. He placed his eve to the crevice and peered What was he to do? through. He did not want to give up the trail at this | | Although the stone fitted pretty snugly in stage of the game. its place, he could still detect a glimmer of He felt sure that Mexican Mike had gone | light from the other side. to carry food to Trevylin, and that Trevylin ‘‘Hope always — despair not,” he mut- was secreted not far off. tered. The air of the forest, though cool, was He applied his ear to the crevice, but heard pine-scented and comforting, and while Dick | not a sound. drifted into a reverie, he also drifted off into Then he gently pushed upon the stone, and a sound sleep! it yielded a little. It was somethivg new for him to go to e pushed, then, with all his might; and sleep on the trail, but he did on this occa- | the stone went through and dropped on the sion, and, no doubt influenced by the still- | other side. ness of the place, he slept for hours, as he A hole was thus made about two feet believed, for when he awakened it seemed to | square. be in the depth of night. The aperture thus made was large enough He sat up and gazed around, but could see | to admit of the passage of a man’s body. nothing, and the bed on which he had lain} Beyond the wall, all Dick could see wasa was exceedingly hard. room and in its center stood a stool on which He put his hand down on what he supposed | stood a candle. to be the leafy, mossy ground, only to find There was a ladder, however, which ran that it was solid rock. up to an opening in the top. Then it flashed into his mind that he was a ‘Well, this isa little more appetizing,” risoner in some underground place, whether | Dick mused, ‘‘for there appears to be an it was cave or dungeon he could not de- | outlet to somewhere, anyhow.” cide. | He felt for his revolvers, but they were His hands were not bound, nor were his | gone. feet, and he stood up. ‘‘Hang it, that is bad. Ive nothing to he 11 Dick Cclambered up through the hole, and found himself in a room similar to those from which he had just escaped, except that the walls and floor were not so damp. Curious shaped stalactites pended from the ceiling, and a few bats flitted about. A narrow passage led from this chamber, the walls of which were covered with carv- ings of hideous faces and strange hierogly- phics, showing the handiwork of Indians of some extinct race. Dick foliowed the passage. It was narrow—very narrow. In some places he could scarcely squeeze through. But he pushed on determinedly. It was his belief that the passage was the outlet of the cavern chambers, and that escape was before him for the working for it. His surmise was correct. After following the winding of the passage for several minutes, a cry of joy escaped from his lips. Ahead was a glimmer of light! He pushed forward faster. In five minutes he came to the end of the passage, and paused. It opened upon the mountain-side and into a clearing. In the center of the clearing was a house, or cabin, built partly of logs and partly of stone. It was large and roomy, Probably it had been built by some moun- tain ranger, who had deserted it, or else by | some prospector whose claim had petered out. It was not deserted now, however, for a man sat un the door-sill, engaged in smoking a pipe. ras none other than Timothy Trevylin, and beside him, leaning against the wall, was a rifle. He evidently intended to defend himself against all intruders. The clearing was a small patch, and the door of the cabin looked toward the up-hill side of the mountain. If Dick left the mouth of the cavern, he could not well help being seen by the man in the door. This he did not want to happen, as it would put Trevylin on his guard. This must be avoided, for Dick was aware that if he captured the man ai all, it must be -by strategy. Just what plan he must resort to to secure his game, was as yet a puzzle to him, so he sat down in the mouth of the passage to watch and meditate. His clothes were damp, and, groping his way to the wall, he foun moisture, The air in the place was heavy and op- pressive. Dick had a boxful of matches in his pocket, and after repeated efforts he managed to ig- nite one, and by this a number of others. In this way he was enabled to define his sur- roundings. i He wasin a sort of stone-walled cage, to which there appeared to be no outlet. ' “Well, by Cesar!” he exclaimed, “I'd like to know where I am, and how I[ came here! Have I been walled in here to starve? It locks like it. But by whom? Trevylin, or Silver Sal, perhaps.” A further search resulted in no further dis- closures. ; ‘There was no door, no window. The sides of the dungeon were of solid rock, while the ceiling was of black stone, proving that there must be a compar ment above. But it was high up, and there was no means of reaching it. The only piece of furniture in the place ‘was & grinning skeleton in one corner, which was not a pleasant object to behold. Dick’s matches were soon exhausted, save two or three. Loth to sit down on the reeking floor, he t it dripping with | muttered. eS 4 defend myself with, except my fists, “*There’s no telling what kind of hornets’ rest I may run into.” Although his revolvers had been appro- priated by his captor, his money belt, which he wore under his shirt, was intact. After a little more deliberation, Dick squeezed himself through the aperture into the next cellar or underground chamber as it really was. Apparently it had been util- ized by some one for a secure hidiag-place, and the room in which Dick had been thrust was doubtless a storage place for plunder as well as a prison, so Dick concluded. In this second chamber, much to the detective’s de- light, were various articles of use, among them a bunch of pine torch-sticks, which seemed to show that there would be use for them in getting out of that hole. Taking one of the best of these Dick soon had it lit, and then began an ascent of the ladder. He had quite a distance to go, for the ceiling of the underground room was high. He reached the top to find an opening about four feet square. ; p The daring Dick did not hesitate but, thrusting the torch before him, lifted his head and shoulders above the floor and gazed around, , All was darkness and silence, and the place was evicently wholly untenanted. It would not do to attempt an open attack. He was unarmed. He must wait until night before he could hope to accomplish a cap- ture. Night was yet a good ways off, and Dick was nua Trevylin continued to occupy the door- sill, and puff away at his pipe, and after awhile, to Dick’s surprise, Mexican Mike came out of the cabin, sat down beside the mine-owner, and they had a long chat to- gether. Then, when they seemed to have come to an understanding, Mexican Mike arose and crossed the glade and disappeared in the woods. ‘‘He’s going back to Gale’s Camp now,” - muttered Dick. ‘‘I shall have one the less to contend with. If Trevylin is the only one at the cabin, I’ll have him a prisoner before another day passes.” But Trevylin was not the only one left at the cabin, for, a few minutes after the de- parture of Mexican Mike, a woman came out of the cabin. It was Silver Sal! She had discarded her semi-male attire, and now appeared in full feminine array. Dick had a good chance to study her fea- tures, and discovered that his surmise was correct. She was the same one he had
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ys f — . — a ae os 2 Sa a —_ 12 Deadwood Dick, Jr., Back in the Mines. “*knocked out” at the Mint; she was Mlle. Belle! She, too, indulged in a chat with Trevylin, and appeared considerably excited, for at times Dick heard her utter angry exclama- tions. Trevylin listened to her, but did not seem to have much to say. ‘‘T wonder what Sal is on her ear about?” Dick queried. ‘‘ Something evidently has gone wrong, or she wouldn’t be so excited. Maybe she and Trevylin have been having a row.” It did look a little like it, and after a half- hour’s conversation, she too crossed the glade and disappeared in the forest. ‘Ah! that leaves Trevylin entirely alone, I think,” reflected Dick. ‘‘If so, you are mine, Mr. Timothy Trevylin. I'll take good care that you don’t escape from custody this time, my festive bank-robber! It may be that by feading you back to Gale’s witha halter around your neck, the hot-headed citizens of that place won’t think so harshly of me.” Now that Trevylin was, to all appearances, alone, Dick made up his mind to try and ef- fect a capture before nightfall. To escape from the mouth of the passage unseen, he allowed, would be the hardest part of the job. Once he could attain the rear of the cabin, he was satisfied that he could manage things all right; but the puzzle was to get there without being riddled with bullets. CHAPTER XV. TREVYLIN GIVES IN. In the glade, or clearing, were pleaty of blackened stumps, and there were some last year’s tall grass and weeds still standing. It was only by lying flat upon his stomach that Dick could hope to get to the cabin un- seen. It was a big risk, but he decided to under- take it, come what might. So, dropping flat upon the ground, he crept from the mouth of the passage, and pursted a roundabout route, in order to reach the cabin from the rear. He expected to hear a bullet whiz past his ear any minute, or else feel one enter his flesh. But he was in luck. He was not discov- ered, and reached the rear of the cabin in safety. Here he stopped to brush the dirt from his clothes and listened. He heard no sound of Trevylin’s stirring, but he did hear another sound that caused him to prick up his ears. It was like a snore, and it came floating around the corner of the cabin. ‘Hello! what’s that?” and he seemed as- tonished. Again he heard it. «By Jove! I'll bet Trevylin has taken too much booze, and has fallen asleep! I must find out.” F With the stealth of a cat he stole to the front of the cabin and peered around the corner. Trevylin was still seated on the doorsteps, but was fast asleep! Whether it was from excess of drink or not, Dick of course did not know; but one thing was sure, the mine-owner was having a good, old-fashioned snooze, with his head peopece up against the door-jamb. ‘Ah! now I have him!” thought Dick. “Tf he don’t wake up, I'll soon have the leasure of escorting him back to camp. he first and most important thing is to get possession of that gun and his other wea- pons. But, that is a ticklish job.” And so it was, but the daring fellow did not shrink. When convinced that Trevylin was not feigning sleep, he stole around the corner aod approached the sleeper, who was snor- ~ ing in stentorian notes, with his mouth wide open. His hands were not in such a position that they could be handcuffed. Besides, Dick did not have a pair of bracelets with him. He, however, first secured the rifle, and then, standing off a few paces, leveled it at Trevylin and cried, loudly: ‘* Awake, old snoozer!” The effect was electrical. The mine-owner opened his eyes and sprung to his feet. He glared at Deadwood Dick as if he could not believe the evidence of his senses. ‘* You here!” he gasped. ‘‘T am here, and on deck! Phenix-like, I have risen from the tomb to which you con- signed me. Hands up, or I will put a bul- let through you. There wili be no fooling this time. Up with your hands, I say!” ‘** Never!” yelled Trevylin, game to the last; and he reached for his revolvers, But he did not get them, nor did Dick shoot; but, with a lightning stroke he laid Trevylin out unconscious on the ground, Entering the cabin he found pieces of lariat; with these he securely bound Trevy- lin’s hands behind his back. Then he made a noose in one end of a long piece and put it about the mine-owner’s neck. Next, he totally disafrfed him, and sat down on a bowlder to await the result. Trevylin, a man of strong constitution and indomitable will-power, soon aroused, and sat up and glared about him. ‘* Where am I?” he demanded. Then his eyes rested upon the author of all his troubles. ‘*Curses on you!” he cried. ‘‘ That rope is not for my neck! Take it off!” ‘* Not just yet,” replied Dick; ‘‘ that would not be according to my law, you know. Are you ready to confess your crimes, Trevylin?” ‘*No; for I am not guilty.” ‘*Then arise, sbake the wrinkles out of your socks, and turn your face toward where the sun usually rises. You have got to go back to Gale’s Camp for trial.” ‘For God’s sake, have mercy! Think about my poor daughter, and how she must feel over this terrible disgrace.” ‘*She did not appear to be much put out about it, as I could see. I saw her strung up, but she would not give in.” ‘*A true Trevylin. Nor willl. You can take me back to Gale’s, you infernal devil; but you will find me game to the last, halter or no halter. Silver Sal was the one who did the robberies.” «With your aid?” ba (Nag “Then what were you doing here in her company to-day?” ‘‘She rescued me and brought me here. Knowing the ban of suspicion under which I was laboring, she believed she might be able to make me her accomplice.” “You accepted?” ‘No, never! I'd rather go back and take ae | chances of being lynched. If you will tell the boys what I will tell you, I think they will believe that what I say is true.” There was something so appealingly honest about Trevylin’s statement, that Dick was inclined to give credence to it. ‘‘ Who is this Silver Sal?” he demanded. ‘Alas! she is my own child by my first marriage—the child of the wickedest woman ever born on the face of this earth! She in- herits all the tough traits of her mother, whom I will admit that I shot, through sheer desperation. I served a term of six months, and escaped. The mother taught the girl, as she grew up, all the tricks of thievery, warn- ing her never to leave my trail, until she had inflicted on me all the misery possible. Then my first wife died, but not without first hav- ing implanted the seed of sir. in the girl’s heart; and she has followed her mother’s commands. ** When she first came to these parts, hav- ing followed me everywhere I went, I thought I might stave off this vendetta against me, so I made myself known to her and tried to in- duce her to lead a better life. Instead of that she turned upon me, and made me liters ally her slave. I have lost as much by her as any one else, if not more; and even though she is my own daughter, I will no longer raise a finger to shield her from justice, for the disgrace she has brought upon me.” ‘How about the bootmarks on the cellar bottom?” ‘‘They are Mexican Mike’s. It was upon learning of his being a pal of my.daughter's that I advertised for a new mine-boss in the Tucson paper.” ‘* Well, Trevylin, I feel rather inclined to believe Tose story,” admitted Dick, ‘‘ and if you will tell it ina straightforward way to the citizens of Gale’s when we get there, I have nodoubt but that they will give it cre- dence. I will do what I can for you.” ‘*Thank you. But, do you think they will give me a chance to tell my story? You have aleady got the rope around my neck, and, I go to Gale’s Camp, under arrest.” ‘If you will promise to walk along with me without trying to escape, I will remove the halter from about your neck,” Dick re- turned. ‘* Certainly; I promise.” Dick removed the rope, and they started. ‘* Where did Silver Sal go to when she left you to-day?” asked Dick, as they trudged a ‘To her retreat, I suppose.” ‘* Why, isn't the cabin her retreat?” ‘“No. She would not be safe there for any length of time, as the cabin is frequently occupied at night by mountaineers.” ‘* Where is her retreat, them?” ‘In a bit of a hut, constructed among the leafy branches of a sigantic oak tree, in the densest part of the forest, where no one would think of looking for her. If the crowd let’s up on me, I will direct them where to find her.” “‘Good! That will be a featherin your cap, if you tell them so. But, where does Sal keep all of her ill-gotten booty?” ‘*That is more than I can tell you.” ** She caches it, maybe.” ** Probably.” Little more was said, that had any bearing on our story, on the way back to the camp. They arrived there at early dusk, just as the dying sunlight was glinting the moun- tain-tops and the lamps were being lighted. When Dick and Trevylin approached the Little Mint, a crowd immediately assembled in the street, uttering loud cries. As soon as they came to within a few paces of the crowd, Dick and Trevylin paused. Dick had Trevylin’s revolvers handy, in case there should be any trouble. “Gentlemen of Gale’s Camp,” he called out in a loud distinct voice, ‘‘ I have brought Timothy Maga “ary back, a prisoner, in re- payment for what you would have done for me inthe way of lynch-law. I hope, how- ever, that you will give Trevylin a hearing, and after you have heard him you will be satisfied, as I am, that he is not guilty. He has been made the victim of Silver Sal, his own Villainous offspring, and if he 1s granted immunity from punishment, will show us where to find her, as he does not i propose to shield her from justice. In be- half of Mr. Trevylin I beg that you allow him to speak.” : ‘Waal, we'll hear what he has to say for himself,” said Abe Carter, ‘‘tho’ I allow no one will believe him, or you either, I’m sure that I won't.” ‘You are not the only man in camp,” ree torted Dick. ‘‘Go ahead, Trevylin, and tell them your story.” Trevylin began, and repeated what he had told Dick in a simple, straightforward man- ner, and with apparent candor. oe
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Deadwood Dick Some of the audience appeared to believe the statement, while others were inclined to disbelief. In conclusion Trevylin said: **Gentlemen, I have shielded Silver Sal from the clutches of justice, to my own peril, but will do it no longer. I have an- other daughter—one who has stronger claims upon my affection. You can believe what I have told you, or not, as you choose; but I have told you the truth, and nothing but the truth. “There is something I have not told you, however, and it is this: Silver Sal and Mexi- can Mike are not the only ones concerned in these robberies. There are two men right in this camp who were associated with them Their names are Fern—the Reverend Jacob Fern, and Abe Carter! “Now, gentlemen, I have told youall. I am at your mercy.” “That story won’t wash!” sneered Abe Carter. ‘I, for one, don’t believe a word of it. I say the cuss shall swing! If we don’t * enforce law and order in the town now, we will never have it.” : ‘‘Hold_ your horses, Carter!” cried Jim Gale. ‘‘ You are not the only man in the camp who has got a say. Trevylin shall have a show for his white alley, whether he is guilty or not. What do you say, boys?” “‘ Hurrah!” cried a chorus of voices. “‘ He shall have fair play!” ‘‘What I propose,” said Gale, who was popular among the “‘ boys,” ‘‘is this: There seems to be a difference of opinion as to the advisability of hanging Trevylin, so I sug- gest that a vote be taken’ to determine whether be shall swing or not. What do you say?” There was a hearty shout of approval. Abe Carter evidently concluded it was not best to make any further protest, lest he should get himself into trouble. A hat was passed around by Gale, and each man present deposited therein a slip of paper with “‘ Yes” or ‘‘ No,” according to _ Whether he was in favor of lynching Trevy- lin or not. Nearly all the male element of the town was present, so quite a big vote was polled, Jim Gale then proceeded to count the votes. ‘*Gentlemen,” he demanded, when he had _ finished counting, “are you willing to abide by the decision of the ballot?” “We are!” was the hearty response of the crowd. “Then, gentlemen, Trevylin goes free. There are twenty more ‘nays’ than ‘yeas.’ Tjetective Bristol, you can set Mr, Trevylin at liberty.” j Dick promptly obeyed. As soon as he was free, Trevylin turned and grasped Dick by the hand. * ‘My friend,” he said, with visible emo- tion, ‘‘I thank you. My gratitude is too _ great for further expression. You have _ saved my life. You shall not leave Gale’s _ Camp unrewarded.” ) “I don’t expect any reward,” Dick re- | turned. ‘‘You are lucky to get off as you . have, for you certainly have had a narrow escape. Take my advice about one thing: In the future, curb that irascible temper of yours, for it is liable to get you into trouble. And when a stranger drops into town, don’t pick him up for a flat, for nine times out of ten you will get left.” : Glad to escape so luckily, Trevylin turned _ and hastened toward his own house. Jim Gale now lectured to the crowd. | | ‘* Boys,” he said, ‘‘on three occasions we ave set about to have a nice little lynch pic- | nic at the expense of some one, but on each Occasion we have been disappointed. But now Trevylin has thrown a new light on the case, and we know the ones to swing; and \ there ain't goin’ to be no monkey business about it, either. We're goin’ to havea grand old glorification that will do credit to Gale’s | Camp, and hand it down in the pages of history. ‘Mexican Mike is the first chap we want to dispose of. I’ve always suspected him to be a villain, and now we know him to be one. He dies first. Then there’s old Fern, the detestable hypocrite; we will accommo- date him as Number Two. Then we will see about Carter's case: and that done, we'll organize an expedition, and, under the lead of Trevylin, go for Silver Sal. But before we begin operations, I propose that Abe Carter, Parson Fern and Mexican Mike be arrested.” The crowd gave a yell of approval that could have been heard a mile away in that rarefied air, Jim Gale had added another feather to his cap of popularity. A delegation of ten men was selected to go and fetch in Mexican Mike, while the crowd looked after the other precious pair. Mike lived on the outskirts of the camp, and seldom entered it except to go to the mine, as he was unpopular, and probably had not a friend in the place. Dick went into Sandy Severn’s grocery. - ‘““Ah! how are you?” greeted Sandy. “What's all the yelling about?” ‘“‘ They’re going to lynch Mexican Mike.” “And Trevylin? I saw you bring him in- to camp.” “He is acquitted.” “Do you think Mexican Mike had any- thing to do with the robberies?” “T certainly do. Trevylin has given the whole business away. Silver Sal, Mexican Mike, and Fern and. Carter are the guilty ones, and they are all bound to swing.’ ‘“‘ From what source does Trevylin derive his information?” “It appears that Silver Sal is his own daughter by a first marriage. It was she who rescued him from imprisonment, in hopes that she could make him one of the party. It appears that she is a crook of the worst kind, but being his child, Trevylin hated to give her up, as ’most any father would.” ‘*That’s so. But, what surprises me the most is that Fern and Carter are mixed up in the matter, considering that Fern is a minister and Carter one of our solid citi- zens, “Minister be blowed! I set him down for a rascal the first time I saw him, and I don’t believe he ever saw the inside of a church. Carter is no better than he.” There was no further time for conversa- tion just then, for loud yells announced the approach of the gang who had been sent af- ter Mexican Mike. Soon they passed the grocery, torches, midst, ; with flaring and Mike was a prisoner in their CHAPTER XVI. CONCLUSION, In the mean time the crowd had been howling for Carter, They had secured the ‘‘ Reverend” Fern, but Carter had suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. ' Mexican Mike and Fern were locked up in the ore-mill, and a guard was placed over them, to insure their safe-keeping till they were wanted, It had been the intention of the crowd to hang them immediately, but it was finally decided to hold them over till morning, by which time they hoped to have Silver Sal and Abe Carter " It was decided, too, not to set out after Sil- ver Sal before morning. The night was dar was impending, Deadwood Dick did not agree to this, but he was overruled. He argued that Silver Sal would be beyond their reach by morning. Carter had no doubt struck a bee-line for her and a thunder-storm , JY., Back in the Mines. 13 retreat, would warn her of the danger, and together they would decamp. But Trevylin and Jim Gale thought other- _ wise. They believed that Silver Sal con- sidered her retreat unknown, almost, and that he, Trevylin, would not disclose it. He therefore assumed that she and Carter would remain in hiding there for a day or two, when they would gather up their ill-got riches and drift quietly away. Finally the approaching storm decided the matter, and Dick was, as said, overruled. Gradually the camp quieted down and si- lence reigned unbroken all the night long. Early next. morning, a party under the guidance of Trevylin, set out from Gale’s to capture Silver Sal. Dick did not accompany them. His work was done, and he somehow wished that he had had nothing to do with the affair at all. It seemed rather singular, too, that a father should jead a band of desperate men against his first-born child. \ The party who had thus set out from Gale’s had had their hearts and souls tried by the robberies, and there was no hope for Silver Sal if they found her. When they reached the vicinity of the lace where Silver Sal had her retreat, revylin said: “Boys, I do not care to go further, as Ido not want to witness what is about to happen. I can direct you, so that you will have no difficulty in finding the tree. Follow this bear-path for about a quarter of a mile, and ou will come to a big oak tree, about the ase of which the bark has been removed. In among the dense foliage of this tree, near its top, in a hut, you will find Silver Sal—if she is at home.” “Trevylin, we can’t ask more of you,” said Gale. ‘‘ You can remain here, or return to the camp, just as you choose.” “I will return,” was the sad reply; and — turning, he strode rapidly away and was soon. lost to view. ‘Now, boys, forward, march!” cried Jinn Gale. ‘‘ We've got a nasty job to do, and the: sooner it is over, the better. I want it done: quickly and quietly, and no nonsense about. it. Ireckon after we have disposed of Sal, there will be some peace around these parts.” “You ain’t got her yet,” reminded Jim- Jam Jake; ‘‘and I’m of the opinion you won't get her.” ‘“‘A fig for your opinion,” retorted Gale. ‘We'll have that girl, either dead or alive!” Thus they marched on up the toilsome mountain-side. In about ten minutes they came to the tree: that Trevylin had described. It was a mon- ster of its kind, with many leafy branches,, which were interwoven with those of the sur- rounding trees. The bark at the base of the tree had been peeled off, and the trank was so big that no one could “ shin” up it. But there was no need to climb the tree, for the trail ended at its base. On the ground lay Silver Sal and Abe Carter, dead! * Both had weapons in hand, and both bore the marks of the use of them. They had fought to the death, probably up in the tree, and together had fallen to the ground to die. Gold and bullion were scattered around, proving that they had fought over the gain of their evil deeds. “Well, boys, it’s all over with ’em,” ob- served Jim Gale, “and I ain’t sorry. To tell the truth, I really had some compunc- tions about hanging ther gal, had we found ; her alive.” “*What’s to be done with’em?” asked one of the party. ““We'll bury ’em right here. If Trevylin desires to do epysing with the gal after- wards, he can inding ’em as we do proves and our work is nearly the truth of his story, done.” They fell to work, and with their knives. hollowed out two graves. ’ —
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Ww 14 Deadwood Dick, Jr., Back in the Mines. Tt was a slow task, but it was finally done. The body of Silver Sal was deposited in one, and that of Carter in the other, and then both were speedily covered out of sight. That done, the gold and bullion were picked up, and the tree was scaled by means of a rope ladder that was found overhead. In the thickest part of the foliage was dis- covered a small, rude hut, and there was | found the remainder of the stolen treasure, as | well as proof that Silver Sal and Mile. Belle | had been one and tbe same person.. — Back to the Camp went the party, and the two prisoners were speedily brought out for hanging. In front of the Little Mint was a tree, well- known to all who had dwelt any considerable time in the camp as “‘ Jim Gale’s ‘lifter.’ ” To this tree Mexican Mike and Jacob Fern were hurried. There was little ceremony. A score of resolute men had them in charge, and they knew that it was all up with them. Still, they did not quail, but held their com- posure in a manner that excited the admira- tion of the hardest man in the crowd. The rope was placed around the neck of Mexican Mike, and thrown over a limb, and then seized by only too-eager hands, but be- fore they could draw him up Jim Gale step- ped forward. ‘Let up a minute, boys,” hesaid. ‘‘ Mike, have you any message to leave before you Cc?” ia None!” was the stolid reply. “Any wealth you want to leave behind for your friends?” , “No.” ‘* Any prayers to make?” “None.” In another moment Mexican Mike was swinging in mid-air. Fern came nest. But, like Mexican Mike, he was stolid and indifferent. There was not the twitch of a muscle while the rope was being put about his neck. After it was on, he said: ‘‘Now, wait a minute, boys. Give a man a few minutes to deliver a few words before he goes. Iam not acoward. Before I go, I wish to ask a favor.” “What is it?” demanded Jim Gale. ‘*That you won’t see my gal come to any harm.” “Granted.” ‘‘Now, beloved brethren, let ’er flicker!” and Fern was strung up without any further ceremony. Little more remains to be said. Papers among the effects of Abe Carter and Jacob Fern disclosed how the safe had been opened so easily. By some means they had procured duplicate keys, and Silver Sal had done the work, helped by one or the other of them on different occasions, or by Mexican Mike. The town was wellrid of them all, and peace reigned. Susan Fern finally married an honest miner. She was not Fern’s daughter, as it came out, but the daughter of one of his brothers—an honorable man. Fanny Trevylin and Sandy Severn event- ually joined issues for life, and are happy to- gether and are doing well. Deadwood Dick took an early departure in quest of pastures new. 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VRAIN, 292 Sancho Pedro, the Boy Bandit. 801 Leadville Nick, the Boy Sport. 812 Redtop Rube, the Vigilante Prince. sc Brimstone Bob, and His Lightning Horse Quartetto, 52 Tombstone Tom, the Arizona Boy of * Sand,” 5° purense Onris the ES HS ep ie Wrestler, 1 Kin the Y>ung Hard-Shell Detecti 880 Avalanche Alf, the Foothills Guide. 4 890 Jaguar Joe, of the Mountain Mail-Line, BY EDWARD &, ELLIS, 6 Bill Btddon, Trapper. 8 Seth Jones; or, The Captives of tne Frontier, _ Nat Todd} or, The Fate of the Sioux Captive, ‘rne Frontier Angel. 98 The Boy Miners; or, The Enchanted Island. 162 The Hunted Hunter; or, The Strange Horseman, 35% The Half-Blood; or, The Panther of the Plains, 71 The Muge Hunter; or, The Steam Prairie Man, BY MAJOR LEWIS W. CARSON, 278 The Three Tra raz or, The Mountain Monster, 288 Indian Joe; or, RRS White Spirit of the Hills. ; BY FRANK DUMONT. 120 The B ded Hand , The Man of M. . 127 Wila-Fire, ‘the Boss caf the Rond. ru vie ri ue Bla . Break 0” Boys of Rosky Bar, 171 Ebon Want The River Leaase ™ %& Evil Eye; o: The Vultures of the Rio Grande. BY CAPT. MARK WILTON, 356 youne Kentuek ¢ or _— at neey: zar ’ tat Camp. S56 Suethe Be ee £0 Tetandy BRACEBRIDGE MEMYNG, sland Jim; or, The Pet of the Family. 91 The Captal The Rival Athl 101 Jack Narkaway la New Vorke em BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID. t Pine Mek yA The Fellow Cool Ven “ c n ’ 187 The Hiclptess finn pcb Rock westd Metibation, 289 The Gold-seeker Guide ; or, The Lost Mountain, BY JOSEPH E. BADGER, JR. 2 Yellowstone Jack; or, The Trapper. 48 Black John, the Road-Agent; or, The Outlaw’s Retreat. 65 Hurricane Bill; or, Mustang Sam and His Pard. 119 Mustang og hn The King of the Plains. 186 Night-lhawk Kit; or, The Daugiter of the Ranch, 144 Duinty Lance the Boy Sport. 151 Panther Paul; or, Dainty Lance to the Rescue. 160 The lack Giant; or, Dainty Lance in Jeopardy. 168 Deadly Dash; or, Fighting Fire witb Fire. 184 The Boy Trailers ; or, Dainty Lance on the War-Path, 208 The Boy Pards; or, Dainty Lance Unmasks. 211 Crooked Cale, the Caliban of Celestial City. 810 The Barranca W olf; or, The Beautiful Decoy. 819 The Black Rider ; or, The Horse-Thieves’ League. 885 Old Double Fist; or, Ibe Strange Guide $55 The Kiag ot the Woods: or Daniel soone’s Last Trail 449 Kit Fox, the Border Boy Detective. 625 Chincapin Dan, the Boy Trailer. BY W. J. HAMILTON, 68 The Red Brotherhood}; or, The Twelve Avengers, 66 Single Hand; or, A Life for a Life, 72 Mad Tom W eastern, the Texan Ranger. ba 887 Ben Bird, the Cave King; or, Big Pete’s Scoop. BY JACK FARRAGUT., 815 Ned, the Cabin Boy. 820 The Sea Sorceress; or, The Boy Skipper, BY LIEUT. H. D. PERRY, U. 8. N. 176 The Boy Runaway; or, The Buceaneer of the Bay. 180 The Sea Trailer; or, A Vow Well Kept. 192 Captain Kit; or, The Mystery of Montauk Point. BY HARRY HAZARD. 828 Arkansaw Jack; or, The Scourge of the Mines. 829 Red-Skin cans or, The Demon’s Trail, $42 The Mountain Devil; or, Yellow Jack, the Outlaw. BY COL. A. F. MOLT. 899 Black Buckskin; or, The Masked Men of Death Canyom 419 Kenneth, the Knife-King. 485 Little Lightfoot, the Pilot of the Woods, BY J. W. OSBON. 469 The Rival Giants of Nowhar’. 498 Cactue Burr, the Man from Hard Luck, 5ST Old Buckeye, the Sierra Shadow. 564 Powder Phil, the Boy Miner. 609 Bolly Dorrit, the \ etersn Detective. 620 Little Lightning’s League; or, The Mystery of the Island 688 Plucky Paul, the Boy Prospector, BY FREDERICK DEWEY. 818 Cimarron Jack, the King-Pin of Rifle-Shots, 478 Tangemund, the Desert Vetective. 542 The Canyon Pards. BY ARTHUR C. GRISSOM, 440 Little Foxfoot, the Gold Bowie Kid. 558 The Sure-Shot Parda. 621 Truthful James, the “ Pecooliar’ Man. BY LIEUT. A. K. SIMS, 546 Captain Cactus, the Chaparral Cock. 568 The Dandy of ee 576 The Silver Sport. 588 Saffron Sol, the Man With a Shadow 589 Tom-Cat and Pard; or, The Dead Set at Silver City, 601 Happy Hana, the Dutch Vidoeq. 611 Bildad Barnacle, the Detective Hercules, 622 Texas Tom-Cat’s Triad. 681 Tom Cat’s Terrible Task, 688 Tom-Cat’s Triumph; or, Black Ivan’s Great Combine, 646 Cowboy Gid, the Catile-Range Detective. MISCELLANEOUS AUTHORS, 4 The Wild-Horse Munters. By Capt. Mayne Reid ané Frederick Whittaker. ries aie 9 Adventures of Baron Munchausen, 12 Gulliver’s Travels. By Dean swift, 14 Aladdin; or, The Wonderful Lamp. 16 Robinson Crusoe. (27 Illustrations.) 18 Sindbad the Sailor. His Seven Voyages. 2 tm a Serpent; or, The Boy Roblowon Crusoe. By Juan Lew 88 The Ocean Bloodhound; or, The Red Pirates of the Carribees. By S, W. Pierce. 86 + ig Boy Clown; or, The Queen ofthe Arena. By Frank . Finn. 88 Ned Wylde, the Boy Scout. By Texas Jack. 61 The Boy Rifies; or, The Underground Camp, By Archie , Irons. 95 The Rival Rovers; or, The Freebooters of the Mississippi. By Lient.-Col, Hazeltine. 98 Robin Hood, the Uutlawed Earl; or, The Merry Men of Green- wood. B ae bm red nm 105 Old Ru the Hunter; or, The Crow Captive, Captain Hamilton Holmes. . By 112 The Mad Ifunter; or, ‘'he Cave of Death. By Burton Saxe, 124 Tips, the Texan; or, The Young Champion. By George eeson. 128 The Young Privateer; or, The Pirate’s Stronghold. By Harry Cavendish, 148 Sharp Sam; or, The Adventures of a Friendless Boy. By J. Alexander Patten. 227 Dusky Darrell, Trapper: or, The Green Ranger of the Yel- k connaccom re, is Cx Yar BOL 261 Fergus Fearnaught the New Yr A . L. Alken, 266 Killb’ar, the Guide; »r, Davy Crock eki’s Crocked Trail. By Ensign C. D. Warren. 298 Red Claw, the One-Eyed Trapper; or, The Maid ot the Clift, By Captain Comstock. 817 Peacock Pete, the Lively Lad from Leadville, By Lien- tenant Alfred Thorne. 828 The Sky Detective; or, A Boy’s Fight for Life and Honot. By Maior Mickey Free. 850 Red Ralph, the River Rover; or, The Brother's Re venge. By 4 naga weticil 2 865 Baltimore Ben tke ac ve. A. P. Morris. 874 Gold-Dnat Tom; or, Ben’s Double Match, By George H, oree. 876 California Joc’s First Trail, By Colonel) Thomas Hover Monstery. 418 Billy Bombshell, the CliffClim*ter. By F. 8. 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“ —s 7 oi _ - . . _ - a. ae — eagle Acaliacoeen Senenttnettnenttied 7 + ——. . ie a eee ~ . te a , ol tg a Re aoe ma ae er ~s BEADLE'’S«H ALF- DIME« LIBRARY. Published Every Tuesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents. No Double Numbers aera ee aa? BY EDW: y =LE - rE ee. Posen ss WERELEE BY COLONEL PRENTISS INGRAHAM, BY OLL COOMES. Deadwood Dick Novels. 2 The Flying Yankee} or, The Ocean Onteast, BV a [ 1 Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road. 17 Ralph Roy, the Boy Buccancer; or. The Fo itive Yacht. 18 veeepens Joe, the Young Wandering Jew. q 20 Double Daggers} or, Deadwood Dick’s Defiance, 24 Diamond Dirk; or, The Mystery of the Yellow stone. 27 A wa Be rimngt! pe 5 .28 Buffalo Ben; or, Deadwood Dick in Disguise. 62 The Shadow Ships or, The Rival Lieutenants , Antelope Abe, the Boy Guide. 85 Wila Ivan, the Boy Claude Duval. 75 The Boy Duelist; or, The Cruise of the Sea-Wolf,. Keen-Knife, the Prince of the Prairies, 42 Phantom Miner; or, Deadwood Dick’s Bonanza, 102 Dick Dead-Eye, the Boy Sthuggier. ” 7 BS ene Jack, the Young Mustanger. 49 Omaha OI; or; Deadivood Dick in Danger 111 The Sea-Devil ; or, The Midshipman’s Legacy BF Pelarake Birk Mea Lave Benger Soy 5s Deadwood Vick’s Eagles} or, The Pards of Flood Bar. 116 The Hussar Captain 3 or, ‘The Hei mit of Hell Gate 4 Ws Oe oe Dick, the Young Ranger Spy. 78 Deadwood Dick on Deeks or, Calamity Jane, the Heroine, | 29% Little Grit; or, Bessie: the Stock-Tender’s Daughter. | 81 i -eye Harry the Young Trapper Ranger, : 2% Corduroy Charlie; or, Deadwood Dick’s Last Act, * | 204 Gold Plame; or, The Kid-Glove Sport. ag as. oe o, the Boy Kanger. | 100 Deadwood Dick in Leadville. 216 Bison BIL, the Prince of the Reins. aa “pasted Shot Ret 1 the Boy Rifleman, 5 104 Deadwood Dick's Device; or, Tke Double Cross Sign. 222 Grit, the Bravo Sport or, The Woman Trailer 148 Secar-Face Sunt, the Sifent Hunter, 109 bendwood Dick as Detective. é 229 Crimson Kates or, The Cowboy's Triumph, . bp Silver Star, the Boy Knight. 129 Boadwoed Dick’s Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon’s +543 one es or Cowboy Captain. 1 3B Title Fee atone kitnale Tr, acd. > Merle, the Middy 3; or, The F f sale 3 £ er, 188 Bloude BAls or, Deadwood Dick’s Home Base 3E0 The Midehipmon Siineer) or.Jees the B 178 Old Solitary, the Hermit Trapper. 149 A Game of Goldy or, Deadwood Dick’s Big Strike. 264 The Floating Feather; or, Merle Monte’ ieunet 182 Little Hurricane, the Boy Captain, 146 Deadwood Dick of Deadwood; or, The Picked Part Island. eer unites" Treisuse |] Oe F renpect Pete 3 or, The Young Outlaw Hunters. aoe peadreeds i ea: or, The Rivals of the Rond. 4 The Gold Ship; or, Merle, the Condemned, Any ae aces te ene CEdoag Prairie Tramps. 1e ack a szebels Jen 00c ick?’ 7 6 Me S T ‘ “ “ ’ exas Lerror. 205 Dendwood Disks Beek $4, Catanae pe poo gt by were Monte’s Oruise; or, The Chase of “The Gold | 224 Dashing Dick; or, Trapper Tom’s Castle. venture. ‘ ~ | 280 Merle Monte’s Fate; or, Pearl, the Pirate’s Brid 228 Little Wildfire, the Young Prairie Nomad. 217 Cuptain Crack-Shot, the Girl Brigand. 284 The Sea Marauder; or, Merle Monte’s Pledge Mh 288 The Parson Detectives or The Little Ranger. 221 Sugar-Coated Sam or, The Black Gown. 287 Billy Blue-Eyes, the Boy Rover of tbe Rio Grude 248 The Disguised Guides or, Wild Raven, the Ranger, 232 Gold-Dust Dick. A Romance of Roughs and Toughs, 804 The Dead Shot Dandy; or, Benito, the Boy Bu ‘ler 260 Dare-Devil Dan, the Young Prairle Ranger, 268 Deadwood Dick’s Divide: or, The Spirit of Swamp Lake. | 808 Keno Kit; or, Dead Shot Dandy’s Double whee 272 Minkskin Mike, the Boy Sharpshooter, $ 268 Deadwood Dick’s Death Trail P * | 814 The Mysterious Marauder; or, The Boy Bugler’s Lo Boe pittle Foxfire, the Boy Spy. 809 Deadwood Dick’s Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Trail. #8 y Bugler’s Long | 800 The Sky Demon ; or, Rainbolt, the Ranger. Oregon. ‘ * | 877 Bonodel, the Boy Rovers or, The Flagless Schooner 884 Whip-King Joe, the Boy Ranchero. 821 Dendwood Dick’s Dozen; or, The Fakir of Phantom Flats. | 88% The Indian Pilot or The Search for Pirate Island, — 409 Hercules or, Dick, the Boy Ranger. 847 Deadwood Dick’s Ducats; or, Rainy Days in the Dig- +H Warpath WII, the Boy Phantom. ‘ an Baby Sam See cant Wy the Yellow et rings. Seawulf, the Boy Lieutenant 2 Oy as Be eae B51 feadweod Dick Sentenced; or, T y 402 Inc Yo : 444 Little Buckskin, tne Young Prairie Centaurs > 862 Deadwood Dick’s 5 gs sina ais at ag Pe 207 The Woy lgsemmas $ onthe Coben ye Bab a League, | 457 Wingedfoot Fred or, Old Polar Saul. 405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City. 412 The Wild Yachtaman; or The War-Cloud’s Cruise 468 Tamarac fom, the Big Shy ns Boy. 410 Deadwood Dick’s Diamonds. 499 Duscan Ware. the ter Biaets. 0) le 478 Old Tom Rattler, the Red River Epidemic. 421 Deadwood Dick in New Yorks or, A “Cute Case.” 488 A Cabin Boy's Luck; or, The Corsair 482 Stonewall Bob, the Boy Troan. A480 Deadwood Dick’s Dust; or, The Chained Hand, 487 The Sea Raider. ih $ 562 Blundering Basil, the Hermit Boy Trapper, * 448 Deadwood Dick, Jr. 441 The Ocean Firefly; or, A Middy’s Vengeance. ' + 448 Nickel-Plate Ned; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Defiance. 446 Naphazard Harry} or, The Scapegrace of the Sea, BY T, 0. HARBAUGH. .458 Sunflower Sam, of Shasta; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Full | 450 Wizard Wills or, Tie Boy Ferret of New Deadwood Dick Jr. in Beelzebub’s Basin, 607 The Rover Petective; or, Keno Kit’s Champi 6 Captain Cutlass 3 or, The Brecaneer’s Girl Foe. 600 Deadwood Dick Jr. at Concy Island. 617 Ralph, the Dead-Shot Scout; or, The Raider my h 6 Rough Rebs or, The Twin Champions of Blue Biases, 606 Deadwood Dick Jr’s Leadville Lay, Red Riders of the Kio. me are gad the bir: The Silken Lasso; or, The Rose of Ranch Robin, sin peste os? wet oF. . Hetrelt. 644 The Hercules Highwayman 425 Tere vr ee mye rder Rattl € % Deadw ec r. in Cincinnati. y H 7 exas u . the Burder Rattler, $24 Deadwood Die 4 oa. tn pater gpg 650 Raven _weeky, the Pony Kider Detective; or, Buffalo | 486 Phil Flash, the New Soak Nox, 680 Deadwood Dick, Jr. in No Man’s Land, 445 The City Vampires; or, Red Rolfe’s Pigeon. ° +5 $4 peed weed eg 3 ¥. pater the Queer, reds one A ohne “i fty 5 or, ‘the leat Mop of Keno Bar. 7 endwoo ck, Jr. in Buffalo, e Bey adow 3 or, Felix Fox's Hunt. $25 Deodwood Dick, Jr's Chace Across the Continent BY BUFFALO BILL (Hon, Wm. F. Cody). AT? The Excelsior Sport? or, The Washington Spotter, ? "| 43 Benegs Hines op, The Rel Right Hers. 508 Mesaded Ten, the Night Ferret. Other Novels by E. L. Wheeler. io Tet AME ma Bnet: see e B12 Pedwer Dick, the Wharf-Spy Detective, 6 Cloven Hoof, the Buffalo Demon. 68 er Robin Hood or, The Prairie Rover. B21 Dodger Dick's Best 2 Bob Woolf; or, The Girl Dead-Shot. 158 Fancy Frank of Colorado; or, The Trapper’s Trust, 528 Fox and Falcon, the Bowery Shadows, 89 Death-Face, Detective; or, Life in New York, 588 Dodger Dick, the Dock Ferret. a 74 Avalgmehe , on, iid Eins, the Girl Brigand, a4 eedner oh pennies eee ee Boy Detectives. m udaoe, Jr., the Boy Phenix. r : 61 Buckhorn BIL; or, The Red Rifle Team, BY CHARLES MORRIS B68 Dodger Dick, the Boy Vidocq. 69 Gold Rifle, the Sharpehooter: or, The Boy Detective, 118 Will Somers, the Boy Detective. 578 The Two Shadows, 80 Rosebud Rob¢ or, Nugget Ned, the Knight. 122 Phil Hardy, the Boss Boy. 582 Dodger Dick's Prev, Detect ; 84 Idyl, the Girl Miner}; or, Rosebud Boban Hand, 126 Picayune Pete; or, Nicodemus, the Dog Detectives 594 Little Lon, the Street-Singer Detective. 88 Phetograph Phil; or, Rosebud Rob’s rance. yt Betestive lek ¢ or, The Hero in Rags. oie Wid Be imner ‘ay ae or, Tony Sharp on Guard, : aq ndao' ot J a a me Harry, the Bootblack Detective, $87 Dick Doan. the Dock Boy Detective. : 92 Canada Chet ¢ or, Old Anaconda in Sitti 1’ : ; A mae 147 Will Wildfire, the Thoroughbred. Jatch-E 5 d 9 Wateh-Evet ot, hte uae ee 152 Black Beas, Will Wildfire’s Racer. 645 Kit, the Pavement Sharp. iq 118 Jack Moyle _the Young Speculator. AIT Git Edged Picks te ail spare 15g Wil Wildiein the Woods. Munamon py the Gir! rt. re in the a, Fee ne ail, Miner. | 165 Billy Baggage, the Railroad Boy. _ LATEST AND NEW ISSUES. 188 Bess Bob the King of Bootblacks, 170 A Tramp Card; or, Wil Wildére ‘Wins and Loses, 141 Solid Sam, the Boy Road-Agent. 174 Bob Rockett; or, Mysteries of New York. 651 Bound Boy Frank, the Young Amateur Detective. By 145 Captain Ferret, the New York Detective. 179 Bob sroawett, the Bank Runner, Wm. G. Patten. f 161 New York Nell, the Boy-Girl Detective. 188 The Hidden Tand; or, Will Wildfire’s Revenge. 652 Don Barr, the Plains Freelance. By O11 Coomess 177 Nobby Nick of Nevada} or, The Sierras Scamps, 187 Fred Halyard, the Life Boat Boy; or, The Smugglers, 658 oe Bantam, the Boy Beagle. By T. C. Harbaugh. ~ 181 Wild ioenk. the Buckskin Bravo, by 189 Bob Rockett}; or, Driven to the Wall. 654 Dendwood Dick, Jr., Among the Smugglers. By 209 Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective. 196 Shadowed 3 or, Bob Kockett’s Fight for Life. Edward L. Wheeler 218 Fritz to the Front; or, The Ventriloguist Hunter, 206 Dark Paul, the Tiger King. 655 Plucky Paul, the Boy Speculator. By, Charles Morris. 226 Snoozer, the Boy Sharp; or, The ‘Arab Detective. 212 Dashing Dave, the Dandy Detective. 656 Butterfly Billy’s Man Hunt. By Col. P. Ingraham, 286 Apollo Bill, the Trail Tornado, 220 Tom Tanner; or, The Binck heep of the Flock, 657 Warbling William, the Mountain Mountebank. Py 240 Cyclone Kit, the Young Gladiator. 25 Sam Charcoal the Premium Darky. Lieut. A. K. Sims. 244 Sierra Sam, tho Frontier Ferret. 235 Shadow Sam, the Messenger Boy. 658 Sky-Rocket Rob, the Life-Saver; or; The Storm-Waif of 248 Sierra Sam’s Secret; or, The Bloody Footprints, 242 The Two * Bloods”; or, Shenandoah Bill and His Gang. Giant's Boot, By Jo Pierce. 258 Sierra Sam’s Pard; or, The Angel of Big Vista, 252 Dick Dashaway : or, A Dakota Boy in Chicago. 659 Moonlight Morg*n, the * Pizenest ””? Man of Ante Bar; or, 258 Sierra Sain’s Seven; or, The Stolen Bride. 262 The Young Sharps: or, Rollicking Mike’s Hot Trail, Cibuta John's Champlon Chase By J. Cs Cowdrick. 278 Jumbo Joe, the Boy Patrol: or, The Rival Heirs, 274 Jolly Jim, the Detective Apprentice. 660 Dendapod Dick, Jr’s,, Insurance Case. By Edward 277 Denver Doll, the Detective Queen, 289 Jolly Jinvs Jobs or, The Young Detective. L Wheeler. 281 Denver Doll's Victory. 298 The Water-Hound; or, The Young Thoroughored. 661 Old Kit Bandy’s Deliverance; or, Banner Ben, the aor ppenver Drs Becoy 3 or. Little Bill’s Bonanza, * 805 Dashawey> of Dakota; or, A Western Lad in the Quaker kes ates Sd Pied By Ol son he ih bad cata iab t . ity. utter « Bonanza ectre Soldier o 296 Denver Boats Pritts or, The Road Queen, 824 Ralph Ready, the Hotel Boy Detective. the Geaiand. By Col. P, Ingraham. : P aoe a ne ‘de the ies ee: 841 Tony Thorne, the Vagabond Detective. 66% yiaiet ¥ me's Victory; ot, The Jaspar City Clean-Out. Liza Jane, the Gir ner; or, the Iron-Nerved Sport. v Wm. G. Patten. \ B25 Kelley, Hickey & Oo., the ctictives of Phila delphin. 858 The Reporter-Detectives or, Fred Flyer’s Blizzard, 664 Cheeky Charley, the Specials or, The Life Racket at B80 Little Quick-Shot or, The Dead Face of Daggersville, 867 Wide-Awake Joe} or, A Boy of the Times, Rattlesnake Ridge, By P. S. Warne. ‘ Fey Banearee Kit; or, The Mysterious Miner, 879 Larry, the Leveler} or, The Bloods of the Boulevard 665 golly J eremish, ee i eng gett or, Warbling Wil- - a 5 ~K. 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