Beadle's New York Dime Library (no. 1094) (1905 03)
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\ =r ANN \ XX \ Z ZB : x eC GH \ Am _ te — ‘ “gti ut 3 tees . Borie See 5S Marcu, 1905. Copyricut, 1885, By Beanik & ADAMS CORN A ee tte neste eR cine we vars RE Peas eae re ve teeedeeeesiseetes oieees eres raets ARC yt Eee Mi. J. AVERS & CO., Publishers, EER ee Published Every (JAMES SULLIVAN, PROPRIETOR), , pig PY 0| [ Month. $1.00 a Year. 6 . 379 Pearl Street, New York, CHAPTER I. THE SEXTON AND THE GRAVE. Wirn a shrug of his sboulders that was al- most a shiver, Fremont Metcalf muttered half- audibly: ‘*That out-Herod’s Herod! Is it an omen? Will the search which begins in a grave, end in a grave?’ ft was but a momentary chill which fell over his strong young spirit. With an effort he brushed away the Jisagreeable sensation, a trace of amused contempt curling bis red lipsag he gazed steadily across the unpaved street. A bright light bung above tbe entrance to a rude, unpainted wooden structure, and that light was protected by glass and a metal frame, shaped like a coffin! This in itself might possibly have esca’ no- tice, but that there might be no room left for , mistake to creep in e#t, the artist had been called on to.add his quota with brush and colors, On the glass front was pictured a corpse im its winding sheet, with closed eyes, bandaged jaews
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- coarse Voices: 4 -Fdea of earthly felicity appeared to be drink, ae which beamed, forth from that oyal inclosure; en that he Rete Ph, Si Fremont Metcalf wheeled quickly, and gave _ +S All formin 4 a and folded hands, lying on the cooling-board. And seated opposite each other, with the compse between them, playing cards upon his bosom, were drawn with no mean skill conventional figures of grim death and the foul fiend! Above this weird conception was the brief le- gend “THE GRAVE,” Below, in smaller let- ters, ‘‘ Gabriel Sexton.” Through the wintows and open door came a reddish light. Within could be heard loud, And even across the rough, nar- row street could be distinguished the peculiar smell of stale liquors which so plainly indicates the vicinity of a drinking saloon of the baser sort, ‘*Tno a civilized community that would not be suffered, or, if permitted, such a sign would serve asa beacon of danger to even the most hardened and reckless! But here—where all is naturally ‘wild and woolly,’ hyperbole takes the place of reason, the antelope grows wings and the eagle uses.a telescope.” As he muttered, Fremont Metcalf mecbani- cally assured himself that his weapons were ready to his hand, then crossed the rough street, pushing aside the pivoted screen which filled the doorway, crossing the threshold of “The Grave!” . He was confronted’ by fresh evidence of the morbid genius which bad evolved.that repulsive swinging sign without, and more fbhan eyer was he convinced that ‘‘it takes all sorts OF people to make up a world!” In one respect it was the ordinary drinking and gambling-saloon of a mining-town. Both bar and tables were well. patronized, consider- ing the earliness of the hour, For the most these customers consisted of laborers em- ployed at the various quartz mines adjoining ‘town; rough and ready fellows whose main _ smoke and noise without limit. The exceptions were few, but easily recognized even by an eye 80 new to life in thé wild West as that of our young friend. Here and there were scattered men of dif- ferent dress, different looks, different manners. Some were plainly citizens of the better class, and equally clear others were gamblers, bear- ing the brand which is so readily recognized by the man of the world, but which is so difficult to describe in words. : His first swift, comprehensive glance showed Fremont Metcalf this, and then bis eyes were arrested by the peculiar ornamentation of both bar and room. Peculiar, indeed! In all, nearly a score of framed pictures were: hung upon the whitewashed walls of the bar- room, some large, some small; but each one pointing more or less plainly to the same goal— the grave. ‘ ’ The majority were rude crayons and flashy” lithographs, dolorously comic or ridiculously serious in their treatment, but the main subject. was ever the same: death or the grave, . a, Here and there were scatterefl a few draw- ings of more merit, bird’s-eye views of, prom- inent ceineteries, sketches of tombs and mau- soleums, ; Nor had the bar proper escaped its share of this morbid ornamentation. At either end stood plaster statuettes of death with seythe and -hour-glass. In the center of the shelf which supported the glassware, stood a china vaulted tomb, before the grated door of which knelt two red-winged and yellow-haired angels in attitude of prayer. The frames of the three large mirrors were draped with black crape, as was also the frame of a portrait which hung above them. Borin In startling contrast was the pictured face fat, rosy, jolly, with a twinkle in the Jittle blue eyes so.natural that one involuntarily caught himself looking for the bumorous{wink yhich it seemed must follow in kindly greeting. ~~ , _. “Not bad, ts it?’ came in a wheezy yet oily ie chuckle, so close to the ear cf the young man aveastart. ‘‘ Not bad, if I do say it, Same which I hadn’t orter!” another start as he found himself face to face ; with the Original of the crape-draped portrait. ct rt A fat, roly-poly body that corresponded | sus »- admirably with the jolly face upon which he me : had been gazing. A trifle redder tinge to the es vo A Satay a thought higher: fore- ere the flaxen curls had grown thinner; urn-down collar instead of the stiff choker | bld@k stock; otherwise it might have been ortrait come down to reunite with its \ ‘Tiere was a vast expanse of ruffled and _- = embroidered sbirt-bosom, adorned rather than heats) ‘protected by the short-sleeved and scant-skirted — _ jacket of Mexican cut; this of blue velvet, with |. double rows of gilt buttons and gold lace. | Prowsers of snowy white duck, stiffly starched, -- met gorgeous red. huse, which in turn were lost im patent-leather pumps, the toes of which were ornamented with silken bows and gold buckles, such a peculiar combination of age remont Metcalf could not_ = - juvenility that ee 2 tn do broadly, : ‘ «© '= "Phe fat little fellow nodded, tapping his pug nose with the tip of a pudgy finger as he whis- me pered, confidentially; ‘ *pasteboard, Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. ‘‘Business, my dear sir! Lt takes, you see!” Metcalf cast an involuntary glance around him, to be arrested by that stumpy finger hook- ing itself in a buttonhole. . “ ‘‘Stranger in town, I reckon!” came that eculiar whisper. ‘‘ Hardly know how to take it? “Well, I’m not* surprised. Strikes, most persons the sanie way, at first sight. But not when they get down'to bed-rock—no, sir! Beg bec laes,, Nr tointroduce myself. Oblige me —yours truly!” : With a scrape and a bow that would have done credit to-a professional dancing-master, the little roll of fat, produced a stiff square of Fremont Metcalf mechanically accepted and glanced at it. 1n blackest ink was the representation of a heavily-plumed hearse, It was the business-card of Gabriel Sexton, undertaker. “ ‘*A yelic of the past, my dear sir,” wheezed the fat man, producing a black silk bandker- chief and blowing a sonorous blast with its aid that turned bis little nose a still more fiery red. ‘Of the days when yours truly was something better than a mere gin-slinger. Ab, sir, if I could only bave known you then! If you could ve seen me in my glory—but why repine?” Am I not still a man and a scholar and a gentleman?” *“*T see no reason to doubt it, certainly,” re- plied Metcalf as the little fellow stared almost fiercely into his face. “Thank yqu—a thousand thanks, my dear sir!” and Gabriel Sexton bowed like a nodding mandarin, smiling all over his face. ‘The good opinion of a bigh-toned gentis very pre- cious to me now, though, mind you, I do not admit having descended from my former high estate. No sir! Any low, common trash can sell liquor and run agame of chance, but it takes a genius to make it both a success and re- spectable. And Ido both. As you see, I blend the moral with the peer I appeal to the minds and hearts o to their stomachs in a purely business way. You have noticed my humble efforts at orna- mentation, I believe?” Metcalf nodded. He hardly knew what to sey. This Gabriel Sexton was an odd fish, truly. , ' ! The fat’host cast one proud glance around at his works of art; another more crafty look as though to make sure there were no otber ears inconveniently nigh; then added in & confiden- tial whisper: ‘’That’s the Way I talk to ordinary menymy dear sir, but with you—between_ gentlemen, you know—ahem! It’s all gas! You have my card. You know that I was once an under- taker. I failed in it—failed most ingloriously, sir! And why? Because I grew too fat— cause I could not draw down my face to the proper dépth of lugubrious mourning, sir, with- out banging weights to both clfeeks! People saidI was growing jfat on corpses—that I was a ghoul—fact |” Sean : uch an utter disgust was written on that face and echoed from that voice, that Metcalf could not keep from smiling. _ ae _ “And so you abandoned the business?” ‘No sir; the business abandoned me! Nobody wanted to be buried by’ such a monument of men, even while I attend | ' money—and I'll never give them the lie—no,, | sir! Of course you don’t want to buy?” | Metcalf shook his head laughingly. |. “Thought not. No harm to ask, though. Saw you when stage came in. Lady with you.. | Wife, I reckon?” | ** My sister,” was the short reply. . | “Married, perhaps? Husband in the mines — somewhere?” | ** Neither.” 7 ‘““Ab!” with an indrawn breath and sparkle of the little eyes as be smoothed his bosom.. ‘You must be on your guard, my dear fellow,, or you'll lose ber sure.” Fremont Metcalf bit his lip, bis cheeks flush- ing slightly, his voice cold and hard as he made: repys aut @ ‘T don’t understand you, sir.” ‘““You will before your hair turns gray ”— | with an oily @huckle that-somehow did not sound near so pleasant to the ears of the young man as when he first heard it. ‘‘She’s too terribly pacigerns e to remain single long: in acamp where the fair sex is s0 much ip the—” ‘““We will drop this subject, if you please,” sharply interposed the young man. ‘‘ fam not accustomed to discuss ladies in saloons, muck | less my own sister.” Gabriel Sexton wiped the cunning smile from his face with a single sweep of the sable silk, bowing humbly as he said: “Beg pardon—meant no offense, I. assure you. Forgot you were a stranger. Take something with me, to wash away all hard feelings—do!” « * Unconsciously to himself, Metcalf had raised his voice until its clear, stern accents bad at- tracted attention, and now as be glanced around, _he met several pair of eyes curiously watehing them: As the sbortest method of averting thia unwelcome attention, he bowed in acceptance of the invitation. ‘‘That’s hearty!” exclaimed Gabriel, his face — once more wreathed in smiles. ‘Needn’t be afraid of poison—private bottle—take a little myself, for stomach’s sake—sabe ?” ith a gait of a fat duck in a hurry, Gabriel Sexton waddled behind the counter and stooped to procure his own particular brand of liquor. Metcalf advanced more Lani # and was yet a e be-. little distance from the bar when the door was filled with a noisy group, and a shrill squeal drew all eyes in that direction. A tall, athletic figure strode in advance of its fellows and struck an attitude in the center of the cleared space before the bar. With thumbs st under his armpits, fingers beating a tat too on his broad chest, while bis elbows fis ppedi rapidly after the fashion of a pair of wings, the rough uttered a sbrill cock crow, then leaped high into the air, cracking bis heels togetber thrice ere they again struck the floor. “Hyar I be, Romeo Bugg from Spiderville,. with a rooster "tween my smokestacks an’ a nigger squattin’ on the safety-valve—feedin”’ bacon an’ tarpentine, an’ divil a drop o’ water in my b’ilers—whoop-ee!” It was a somewhat confused metaphor, but the spirit which prompted its utterance was suf- ficiently clear to all. The ‘Ybad man” was under the influence of worse. whisky just suf- ficiently to render bim quarrélsome, He was ‘on his muscle,” reaming around in search of health and good nature, hh out ata sacri- fice, and drifted West, to grow up with the} some one daring enough to “knock the chip off country. There is little for menof my profes- | bis shoulder!” ont Fa sion to do out here, They bury.men'in their; Only. for the bard, reckless expression on his boots and old clothes, and pay the undertaker | face, be would have been a good-looki with @ bottle of old rye! Ands ou'see!”, | Athletic in build, his motions were quick and — With a shrug of hjs shouldersand an outward |: lithe as those ofa pantber. A heavy beard and pity Po his stumpy arms, Gabriel Sexton view- | mustaches covered the larger ortion of his face, ed his surroundings, melancholy pride in every |, while lopg locks of the same golden hue fell im inch of his ‘person. Nai are ‘eurls to bis broad shoulders. His eyes were, Aside from ‘his growing interest in a charac- | large and blue, pouss the whites were slightly’ ter such as he had never chanced to.meet-be- | bloodshot from bard drinking. His garb was: fore, Fremont Metcalf was in no haste to cut | that of a miner, soiled and stained. A leather the interview sbort. He had peculiar reasons | belt encircled bis waist, filled with cartridges: ‘oe being at the saloon, and his object could be | and supporting a pair of navy~size revolvers: fained thus as well, if ndét better, as by any | and a boro-handled knife, _ But the most remarkable thing about bim re~ other means. fe : ‘*A. contrast, truly, my dear gir,” he said, | mains tobe mentioned. His person was thickly studded with bugs and spiders of all shapes and ‘quietly. “Yet one would think you still long- ed for your first love, from the mahnerin which | sizes, fastened to bis clotbes and hat with strings you have fitted out your place.. Of course you | and pins. Bugs, from the buge and hideous are the best ils but don’t you think you are | ste g-beetle down to the phospboreseent “ light- arrying it alittle too far?” ae _ | ning-bug;” spiders from the least of iis race to “Too far? Nota bit! Tt_attracts attention | the bairy tarantula; while dangling: from the —awakens curiosity, and ctiriosity is provoca- | brim of his felt hat were several fat-bodied tive of thirst, Seet People: to stare, and | praying-mantises and slender “ wa)king-sticks.” he name of my place? Well, it | At the sound of that sbrill crow, Gabriel Sex- gtay to drink, Fnatches well sith my Own .name. xton al- | ton popped bis head up from bebind the bar, bis ways nrikes one think of the grave. And Ga- | face turning a sickly yellow as he saw the i- ‘briel, too—last trump, you. know. That takes | gahtic rough, Shuffling Around the end of ma in the card ables, ;All appropriate. Then | counter, be reached the side of bis newly-made . “again; ever come to the graye soon- | acquaintance, buskily whispering in bis ear; er or later—s ‘Don’t mind bim, my dear sir! Pay no at- And then it gives the would- be wi ba 8 hance to ring in their old | tention—don’t cross the—big brute! He's a chestnuts, and they | ays_willing to pay | mighty bad man, and—” : for an extra drink for the cha { calling for | His movements attracted the attention of the. coffin-varnish, for another nail, a screw, a door- | man of bugs, whose long legs carried him swift- play ete, See” — : . | ly to bis side. A heavy hand clapped bim on ~ “Then you find it pays better than under- | the shoulder, esi ‘i taking?” — $ * Git out, you! No buzzin’ a gent while vour “Even if I hadn’t been sure of it before, that | uncle’s shapin’ bis mouth fer to with him? mpsetion would proclaim you a stranger in | Slump ’long to your ginalingin Fatty, ’less ye anaan,” laughed Sexton. ‘Ask any business | want fer to be made tito rease in 4 holy - manin town, and they'll tell you I’m coining ' minnit! Hear me preach, honey?” ee ee ee 3: / fellow, |
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- eat ne ? glared savagely over the leveled tube, as the pe” 5 oie ymin ae aap ag of the self-cocker slowly rose ——— ae ae ERE AE ls Vit IC Rit ES Old Forked-Lightning “So playful! just like a kitten!® murmured Gabriel, bowing rapidly as he grinned after a sickly fashion. . ‘‘ But mild as milk and the.per- fect gentleman, if I do say it! Mr. Metcalf— Mr. Romeo Bugg, one of our high-tonedest citi- zens!” “How!” rumbled the giant, grabbing Fre- mont’s hand with his left paw, and slapping it heavily with the other. ‘‘ Durned ef‘Lever met a calf walkin’ onto his hind laigs afore! Come an’ take a bug with the ole man!” - The young man flushed a little at this play on his name as the comrades of the giant laughed noisily, but for reasons of his own, none of which were born of personal fear, however, he was desirous of avoiding trouble just then, and forcing a smile he made reply: “J would be happy to do so, only Mr. Sexton was beforehand with you, and I can hardly drink two glasses at once.” “Mr. ——, that fat cuss?’ with a snort of scorn that drew a fresh series of bows from the painfully smiling Gabriel. ‘*He ax a gent to drink? You little tub o’ soap-grease! Take it back this minuit, or darned ef 1 don’t make you swaller my hull museum at a single gulp—I will so!’ “ Beg pardon—it was before you came in, my dear sir,” wheezed Gabriel, with a deprecatory smile, ‘The gevtleman was a stranger, and so —» “Thought you'd take bim in, eh?” with a coarse laugh. ‘ You was afeard he’d pull out o’ your graveyard ’thout samplin’ your pizen, was ye? An’ so you wanted to take away his senses with a dose, the better to go through his wardrobe?” bd : So coarsely insulting were his words and tone that Fremont Metcalf flushed angrily, almost forgetting bi8 wish to mheP in the background until bis object in visiting The Grave was gain- ed. His right fist clinched and the muscles of his arm grew tense as tempered steel. But Gabriel Sexton saw the dangerous impulse, and _ his hasty cough recalled the senses of the youth just in time to save the burly ruffian a surprise. ‘So far Mr. Sexton has behaved like a gentle- man,” he said, the very calmness with which he spoke proving how difficult a task it was for him to control his temper. ‘‘When he acts otherwise toward me, it will be time to reprove or punish him. And, if you will allow me to say so, | can deal out that repraof or punish- ment without calling on you for belp.” The bully stared at bim balf-savagely, balf- doubtingly. _ “Heap o’ words, but durned ef I kin make head nur tale on’em! Mebbe you'd putt the meanin’ a leetle plainer?” “Tsn’t this piaio enough?’ cried Gabriel, usbing a bottle’ and glasses toward them. ‘Sample it and see. My own private brand, gents, and I can recommend it highly. Please take a coffin-nail with me, Mr. Bugg—ha! ha!” ‘No hoggin’, then,” growled the rascal, grab- bing the decanter and pouring out a glass full of liquor. ‘‘ Wait ontel your betters is sarved; leavin’s is good enough fer the likes o’ you, Fatty!” Turning to Metcalf, be added: “ Bein’ a tenderfoot here, ’course you don’t know me, Bullealf; but you will afore your ha’r gits gray! I’m Romeo Bugg, a mighty tough citizen from Spiderville! I’m bug by name an’ bug by natur’! Big bug, king bug— ary sort o’ bug ye kin rake-an’ scrape out ° your knowledge-box ‘cept humbug! “When you calls me that, you order your graveyard openin’.” : : . . While speakirig, he filled the glass before Metcalf with liquor, then selecting a fat spider from the array upon his person, he coolly dropped it into the glass, laughing sneeringly as the young man started back with an ejacula- tion of disgust at the action. ‘Nother thing * ae Yarn afore you die 0’ old age, critter! ’Tain’t nothin’ when ye gits used toit. Shet your eyes, ef ye like, an’ swal- ler it thout tastin’. Then you'll be free o’ the camp ferever more, amen!” He grinned sardonically as Metcalf grasped the glass, but uttered a savage oath as the young man cast the liquor away, - ‘ eS that a insult?” he growled, showing his teeth. ‘*It is common decency,” coldly retorted the }- other. Snapping the thread which held a tarantula- lookin spiier to his breast, Romeo Bugg drop-. ped it into his own glass, pushing it along the counter to the young man, growling in deep- toned accents: _ ‘Nother chaince, an’ the last one, young feller! Swaller your med’cine, or croak!” CHAPTER IL. OLD FORKED LIGHTNING, THE SOLITARY. - Wirn a heavy, grating oatb, Romeo Bug whipped forth a revolver, apd emphasized bis commands by thrusting it almost into the paling face of the insulted young man, One elbow rested on the counter, and the big blue eyes n readiness to sound the death-note. =i wat Wega! to creep over the frame of the young man. saw that he was in the midst of enemies who would only jest and laugh as he fell; that, de- spite his oft-repeated resolve, he had wun his head blindly ed for his own. as proven by their rude Jaughter and ruder jests. like a little man without ary a kick!” cried one of the roughs. plement from another. Ain't he a pictur’?”’ front o’ him, stead o’ that little runt, what fun build of the two men thus confronted, but no sixty cle. eyes, his easy movements, the playing muscles, A barely perceptible shiver ran over the frame of Fremont Metcalf, as be cast a swift . glance around him, only bis brilliant black eyes moving. That was sufficient to show him how little he had to hope for from the interference of those who viewed the outrage. Several were shrinking silently away, their faces showing more thought for their own safe- ty than any desire to prevent disgrace falling upon their town through the actions of this half-drunken bully. And those who remained within the saloon proper were grinning their ap- proval. It was this discovery that caused that shiver 6 into a trap baited with death! “No givin’ way at the knee-j’ints, pritty!” added Romeo Bugg, with a coarse laugh, de- tecting and misreading that shiver. bitter pill, but it must be tuck, as the bummer said to his mornin’ bitters! slop it down, critter! jerkin’ it'll land you in gelory, or t’other place— sure!” “Tt’s a Shet your eyes an’ Ef my finger gits to It was plain to be seen that the big ruffian did not for a moment believe his victim would seri- ously resist his brutal will, yet bis aim never varied, his finger ready to instantly trip the ointed hammer, his glowing gaze never once eaving the face of the one whom he bad mark- And this thought was shared by his mates, “ Any odds ye like that the kid takes his dose fool ef he don’t!” was the blunt sup- ‘‘ Look at the King-bee! * Durne ‘A chromeo on wheels—gilt-edged at that!” “Good Lawd! ef they was only a manto the they would be!” There was a wide difference in the size and good or unprejudiced judge would think of call- ing Fremont Metcalf a runt. j Some inches shorter, and two-score pounds lighter than the bug-adorned giant; but what there was of him “was all there,” to use the vernacular, : - Five feet, eight inches in aJjtitude, the young man would weigh probably one hundred and unds, of healthy flesh, bone and mus- is clear, healthy skif, bis ‘brilliant all went to show that he had never abused himself by too much nor too little exercise, There was weigbt and muscle enough to meet even the huge bully, if back of it Jay skill and nerve. Yet even Gabriel Sexton, into whose good graces the young man had stepped without an effort, believed this nerve was woefully lacking as he anxiously peered into that paling face and listened to that slightly-shaking voice: ‘“Tt’s a good joke, but rather strong for a sensitive stomach, don’t you think?” ‘‘Joke be durned! It’s business — business chueck-up and sloppin’ over, critter!” rumbled tbe hairy pent showing his strong teeth ina grin that w have put a grizzly bear out of counte- nance, ~ ‘* You come in. hyar ’mong common entsan’ sling on too cussed much style, you do! 0 look, one’d think you owned the hull kentry an’ the moon to boot, ’stead o’ bein’ a tender- foot which hain’t got acclimated yit, nur even paid your footin’ to the chief o’? Canaan—which is me, Mister Romeo Bugg, Egguire-an’-so- TOI i Fremont Metcalf, turning a shade paler, cast a swift look over the spectators, Was it fancy, did he recognize deadly enemies among the foremost! as this brutal outrage but a shal- low excuse to draw him into a quarrel where his death might be readily accomplished? Right or wrong, be believed this, and men- tally cursed himself for risking his one dear hope. And yet, how could he have avoided the endoantek witbout also casting aside that ef ° His black eyes came back from that brief ex- p’oring excursion, and met the glowing blue orbs which stared at bim over the polished tube of death. His voice was low and a trifle un- steady as he spoke: , any rules or regulations. As you say, lama stranger in your town, and for that reason, you. should not bear so bard on me. You have bad our joke at_ my expense, and I am ready to augh at it with you. Can TI say any more?” “You kin do more, critter. You kin jump outside o° that spider cocktailin a hurry. Swal- ler it or croak!” growled the big bully, showing no signs of relenting. Just the contrary. The quiet, almost meek eech of the young man served to increase his omineering spirit, and he even lowered bis’ burning ge e, seeming to debate whether or po he should not add the mate to the hairy spider in the glass, : 1 : % Len : , the Solitary. bis life wholly at his disposal; but he did ‘“‘Ten to one the kid takes his dose like a baby !” cried one of the roughs, . ‘““%Course he will, sense he cain’t run fer it,” sniffed another worthy, nose high in air. Only for an instant did the gaze of the giant waver. Then his pistol was thrust still nearer the white face of the young man, and his voice grew still harsher as he uttered: ‘“‘Time’s up an’ no more foolishin’, critier! It’s Romeo Bugg you bear preacbin’ now, an’ what he says goes without copperin’. Down the dose—surround the animile—swaller the museum—or croak!’ There was no longer anything like a joke in his voice or Jooks. Even a stranger to his brutal, reckless disposition could not doubt but that he would be as good as bis word—tbat he would shoot, and shoot to kill, unless his dis- gusting commands were literally complied with. ; -And Fremont Metcalf seemed to realize this, fora sickly smile crept over bis pale counte- nance as he slowly extended bis right hand and grasped the glass, casting one shivering glanceat the hairy spider, now curled up into a ball as though stupefied by the fumes of the strong liquor. A rude chorus burst from the gang of roughs as they witnessed this motion, and even those among the spectators who would, under similar circumstances, have feared to act dif- ferently, felt more contempt than pity for the stranger who so meekly submitted to such an outrage. “Drink, or go flickerin’ up the golden sta’rs, critter!” “Tf you will have it—your excellent health, Mr, Bugg!” ; Sharp and clear came the last words, without any trembling or fear in the tones, Swift as thought Fremont Metcalf brushed the revolver aside with a sweep of his left hand, at the same instant hurling spider, liquor end glassful into the face of the giant! The heavy glass was shattered into a score of pieces, and dropping his wegpon with a qgoking shout, the bully reeled back a few pace¥ drop- ping beavily to the floor, Lithe as a panther, Fremont Metcalf leaped back, each hand filling with a revolver the muz- zies of which covered the astounded roughs as bis voice rung out sbarp and menacingty: ‘““QGrowd me at your own peril, you dogs! The kaby comes out in man’s clotbing now, and gives not another inch!” ~ r He looked twice as big to them now, And as they noted how vividly his eyes glittered—how steadily he held his weapons—how boldly he faced them—the gang involuntarily fell k, giving bim more room. And honest Gabriel Sexton, whose heart was é ing in cou in the — place, however mucb he might have been lac rage, hurriedly squatted be- neath his bar, covering his fat lips with both hands to smother the cheer of joy which in his throat and almost choked him. Romeo Bugg lay in a sprawling heap on the rose sanded floor, bleeding profusely from the cuts inflicted by the broken tumbler, growling, snarling in a choking voice, almost deprived of his senses by that terrible blow. His body quiv- ered, his brawny bands opened and shut, work- ing like the paws of a sorely wounded bear;.but for the moment he was helpless. sick § A single glance Fremont Metcalf cast at him, then his eyes turned toward the doorway. He — that was his time to escape, if. he oped & avoid further trouble. He knew that it was bis duty. to do so, remembering the all- important purpose which had brougkt him to the mining-town; but he could not bring him- self to take the rightful step. a “I bave eaten enough dirt!” Ke mentally ex- claimed, his white teeth'setting firmly, a doeeed light glowing in his dark eyes. ‘‘ Until to- night, I never showed the white feather, even in seeming, nor will I ever again. If worst comes of it, Dinorah must act for both. Tl see the circus out rigbt here!” . >" es Secarcely had this stubborn resolve flashed across bis excited brain, when a hoarse cry es- caped the blood-covered lips of the fallen giant? A ray of truth seemed to strike him and pene- trate the sore confusion which filled his brain. _ “ Kill the critter! Don’t let him git Of Out oo hit to chicken: feed, you bulldogs!” he snarled, with difficulty scrambling to his feet, brushing the blood from his eyes and glaring wildly around him while hisright hand sought a wea- A < 2 M Hands off, you overgrown brute! Yourlife is mine, if I choose to takeit—and take itI will, — if you try to crowd me further!” : Soffocating with rage, the giant whirled in the direction of that commanding voice, his _ sinewy fingers closing on the haftoft his knife in preference to a pistol-butt, for he wasnot too far gone to realize bow uncertain his aim must be. : ae ee Pi] cut your heart out, critter!” he snarled, steadying his shaking form and again clearing = his eyes. ore tp Gi a Se ‘Fremont Metcalf had him covered, holding nD fire, though fully justified insodoing) Hesaw — npr tes: . ss le We pon. » sat ip : Clear and sternly came from’his ahtagonist’s “Tam sorry if I have unwittingly broken | li ' wis pd ee pee es GS as
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4 ; the ominotis looks of the gang. He heard their low mutterings, and knew that the first shot would bring them at his throat, ten to one, Vet be did not give an inch, and there was no trace of fear in his tones as he cried: ‘‘ You are safe as you stand, Romeo Bugg; but a single step carries. you over the dead line. Take warning in time!” Reckless as he was, the giant hesitated before taking that step. Notbecause he thought of abandoning his fell purpose, but with the pas- sage of each moment his eyesight was improv- ing, his strength returning to his limbs. é “Watch him, lads!” he growled, stanching the fast flowing blood, still gripping his long and ugly weapon. ‘‘ Don’t let bim gi’ me the slip while I cain’t see! Watch bimk—jamp him in a heap, you dirty whelps! come fer!” . Fremont Metealf gave a barely perceptible start as he caught this husky sentence, for it told him bis worst suspicious were only too well founded—tbat his object in visiting Canuan and The Grave were known to his enemies, . ‘Let the ‘dirty whelps’ try it on, if they want a holy pic-vic!” he cried, sharply, both re- volvers covering the gang as a movement among them showed an inclination to obey the orders of their chief. ‘‘Some who stert will stop half-way, and I'll make it mighty interest- ing for the rest!” Imperfect though his eyesight was, Romeo » Bugg could see plain enough to detect the cow- ‘that, and in the masses of white bair which ering of bis bullies before those menacing tubes, and a bowling cursa parted bis lips. **Git, you cowards! I'll do the work my own self!” At that instant a wild, weird looking figure entered the salvon and glided swiftly between the antagonists, confronting the maddened giant, one hand waving him back ds a deep- toned voice uttered the words: **Go a leetle slow, sonny! Don’t let your an- gry madness git on top o’ your ca’mness., But ef you must try your han’ at fancy carvin’, s’pose you begin with the ole man?’ The bleeding rough was gathering hisstrength and ciaaohiag for the leap which even he was collected enough to know could end only in death to ove or both, but as that fizure inter- vened and that mocking tons saluted bis ears, he recoiled, with a low ery tbat contained both fear and superstition. Yet it was only an old and seemingly frail man who confronted him; one whom the weight of his single band ought to crush or sweep aside. But not only cid Romeo Pugg recoil and sbov sonething very like affright; bis mates in evil bas‘ily fell back, glancing» over their snoulders as though to make sure the way was clear for precipitate flight! The ounce tall, athletic frame was slightly bowed at the shoulders, though the snowy- crowned bead was beld proudly erect and the jetty eyes’ flashed with all the fires of youth, In covered his head and face, leaving only his curved nose, his eyes and a narrow line of fore- head visible, alone was perceptible the decay of old-aze. His movements were quick and free; his voice was clear and strong. His form was covered with rags and tatters, eked out here and there by patches of skin and fur, the wh 9 and ends flatter jth every motion, with eich gust of wind, o the out- ward eye, he bore no weapons, though a score of pisto's might easily bave been hidden among thg-e regs. | j ‘Old Fotked-Lightning,” muttered Romeo Bugg. as be shrank back, unconsciously licking the blood which trickled over bis yellow beard, * Jes’ 80, sonny,” was the placid reply. ‘‘Olo Forked-Lightni ’, come out 0’ the clouds fer to —Jogk at the one big an’ on’y ’riginal walkin’ kis glittering wenpo : - sweeping cut. He struck—but the bright steel _ mever found its intended sheath of living flesh, museum 0’ bugs an’ spiders an’ gineral cussed- ness antsin! Ole Forked-Lightnin’, who leaves his storm-dwellin’ fer to whisper in your ear— skin out o’ this wilderness while the law ‘lows , sonny! Slink off an’ hide your evil head mong the creepin’ an’ crawlin’ critters you love to consort with, fer the han’ o’ outraged jestice is even now twistin’ the r pe an’ greasin’ the slip-noose that is to forever choke off your plagu’-spreadin’ wind!” There was a strange mixtore of lofty warning and whimsical mockery in both words and tone that stung the huge brute sharper than the cat of a whiplash, His eyes flashed redly, his teeth showed themselves, and his hand gripped bis knife-haft more fiercely, Ol Forked-Lightning saw this, and read bis thoughts efignt, but instead of recoiling or arm- ing himself, be tossed hack the flossy masses of snow- white hair, Jaugbing in the rage-contorted face of the giant as he slowly shook one fore- Sug before his eyes, i “You want ‘to do it, sonny, but you don’t dast! Fer all your blowin’ an’ bluster, you’re a cowardly cur that kin on’y snarl an’ snap at the heels of a man when bis beck’s turned, Let him show his face, an’ away you go with your tail” Driven to madness, the giant Jeaped forward, 0 up) to descend ina ’Member what. we | Se ee SE EE eee ry be ee: fA Se ree A. oe ld Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. Never an atom flinched the old man, but. bis right bund went up and out, closing in a mighty grip around the wrist of the armed hand, check- ing its descent with a marvelous power! For 9 brief space he held the hand of. the as'ounded ruffian thus, laughing in bis face. Then his eyes flashed with a reddish light, a swift tremor seemed to run along his rag-clad arm, and the ugly weapon was sent whirling from the band of its owner, to stick in the ceiling above. Anotizer tremor, and a howl of angry pain burst from the lips of the giant as he writhed and twisted rapidly in the vain effort to free his wrenched arm from hat terrible grasp. ‘‘Didn’t I say it was a mongrel cur in the hide of a bulldog?’ laughed the strange old man, flinging the ruffian from him with such force, that be reeled and tottered, only saved from falling by striking the rest of the gang. Without a second glance toward the fellow whom he handled so uncer*moniously, Old Forked-Lightning turned upon Fremont Met- calf, who was watcving bim with feelings of ningled wonder and admiration, His face was hard and stern, his voice containing a rebuke even sharper than bis words as he spoke: : ** And you, young man—is this the place for agentleman? Are these the sports suitable for a man of honor? For shame! You, the sole companion—the guardian of innocence and truth—for shame, sir!” Fremont Metcalf, taken aback by this sharp and unexpected address, flushed hotly, Yet he could not feel anger against one who had so nobly come to his rescue when all others held aloof. He felt a wish to clear himself, but he durst not risk it then and there. ‘‘'You are here, drinking, carousing, brawling with brutes who disgrace the shape of mankind, while she—” If wholly a brute, as he had that pita | proved himself, Romeo Bugg was not a cowarc when confronted with common mortals. And even now, though he, in common with many others, held the strange being who bore the stranger sobriquet in superstitious awe, the ig- nominious manner in which he had been band- led and held up to shame, was sufficient to urge him to revenge. ; The back of the old man was turned toward him. Fremont Metcalf was standing with sowneets eyes, listening to that sharp re- uke, But Gabriel S°xton was\cn the alert,’and as he saw the giant draw his révolver and cock it, he uttered a wheezing cry. : Swift as thought Old Forked-Ligbtning wheel- ed and confronted his enemy, his arms folded that deftly shattered glass, Romeo Bugg feared to use his weapon asa self-cocker. Instead, he lifted the hammer, dropping the barrel across his left arm as it bowed before Kim, thus form- ing acomparatively steady rest for the weakon: And thus be stood when Old Forked-Lightoing turned upon bim with a sharp, metallic laugh, filled with a mocking scorn. “Try it, if you dare, dog!” he uttered, facing the dark tube without a shade of fear or sbrink- ing. : fi seemed a frightful risk to run. Indeed, to any other mortal béing chat defidtce would have proveo a death-warrant. But that old superstition again assailed the giant, and made his hands tremble like one with the ague, ~ “You dare not shoot, you bullying dog!” re- peated Old Forked-Lightning, his right hand slowly egending as he moved toward the gang. “Ttisa while you are permitted, seconds,” The grace was more than sufficient. Likea flock of sorely terrified skeep, the ‘members of the gang turned and made a break for the door, Romeo Bugg hesitated for a little, but as that tall, white crowned shape steadily advanced, he, too, turned and flel staggeringly, leaving a trail of blood bebind him, Amazed, Fremont Metcalf watched this strange scene, bis pistol ready for use when the He expected an who tells you so, Go! Jeave this I give you ten worst should come to the worst, | to see Bugg turn to send a shot through the “ Me iy oe vate ab Ras a ae d oh z sr tan TET erg Sos en OSE a ee ee a é ee Ss 7% Tid ede ph ts open doorway from the darknesy without, but in this he was agreeably disapointed. Thor- oughly cowed, feeling faint from the loss of blood, the giant thought only of escaping from the reach of those magnetic eyes. Old Forked-Lightning seemed to have no thought or fear of an afterclap, for no sooner had the worsted giant left the saloon, than he turned to complete his lecture to Metcalf. ““Once more I ask you, Fremont Metcalf, is this the place for an honest man—least of all, one with your responsibilities? For shame, sir! Spending the golden hours of youth in riotous debauchery among low-minded ruffians! Bra@ling like will beasts! Risking the life that should be so precious to yourself, even as it is precious to one whose name must not be utter- ed here, even in a whisper!” . Z ' Embarrassed, the youth shifted uneasily. He knew that be did not deserve such a proof, but he durst not resent it or avow his oem asons for calling at Tbe Grave. And fortunately for | across his bosom. , Distrusting his powers of sighting, thanks to 1 | } bok st 4. 2 ~~ is ba A ; ean sebe st sis sot - his peace of mind, just then there came an in- terruption. : No sooner had Romeo Bugg en‘1 bis evil gang crossed the threstold, than Gabriel Sexton hastened to leave bis refuge and close the door, shutting off all view from the street. And re- turning, it was his fat hand that cordially clapped Old Forked Lightning on tbe shoulder as he wheezed forth: ‘““You done yourself and all of us mighty proud, uncle! Come and celebrate a little with me, do !” z **Don’t keer ef I do,” promptly muttered the old man, bis back bowing, bis inspired look vanishing as he mechanically brusbed one band across his bearded lips. ° It was a sudden transition, and for the life of him Fremont Metcalf could not entirely con- ceal the smile which ceme to bis lips as be saw how eagerly the invitation was accepted by one who so recently preached abstinence and so- briety. CHAPTER Til. FACT AND FANCY, DEFTLY MINGLED, OLtp ForkrD LIGHTNING turned upon Fre- mont Metcalf and surprised that amused smile before the young man could conceal it, A warm . flush instantly came into such portions of his face as were not hidden by the mass of flossy white hair; the brilliant eyes seemed to grow dim as they abruptly fell: the stoop in his shoulders grew more pronounced; the hand that lay on the counter—the band that,bad bumiliated the drunken giant with such seeming ease—quiver- ed as with palsy. But it was only for a fleet- ing instant. Then the old mag, tossed back the hair which floated over bis Nes, facing the youth proudly, almost defiantly, as he spoke: “You laugh—at what? At the weekness of the flesh? The poor infirmities of poorer man- kind? Because a wretch trips and falls, is he never to warn a fellow-being of the same cun- ning trap for the unwary? Is he to wallow in the mire and say naught when a warning cry from his soiled lips might save a soul from utter damnation?” Fremont Metcalf was vot smiling now. Tak- en utterly by surprise, be shrunk a little, cov- ered with confusion, and not entirely without shame at traving his secret thoughts read so easily and reproved so sbarply. ‘* Believe me, I did not mean to—” * Put it in so many plain words, but for all that, your thoughts were as I bave given them,” coldly interposed the strange teing. —‘* You were laughing at the idea of my warning you to avoid all sucb sink-holes of iniquity, and then the next instant leaping at the cffer of a free glass of whisky. Why should you? If no man had ever felt or witnessed the effects of a rattlesnake’s bite, how many would fice from its death-warning rattle?” “ Now quit!” hastily puffed Gabriel Sexton, with a shudder of aversion as be placed decan- ter and glasses on the bar. ‘‘The mention o’ creepin’ critters makes me think of that buggy procession on two legs till 1 can’t rest! Sample that, old lad! Never a sting in it, though you corral a-barrelful!” The flush deepened on his face, and Old Fork- ed-Lightning visibly besitated, glancing swiftly from the liquor to tbe door and back again, It was clear that he was asbamed of his weak- ness, that he longed to resist temptation, but without the moral strength to do so success- fully. : Only one who was watching him closely would have noticed this, for the next instant his trembling fingers closed around the neck of the decanter, and poured his glass even full of the amber-bued liquid. ‘‘After you, my dear sir,” smiled Gabriel, | pushing the decanter along to the young man. ‘Fill up, and [ll give you a little sentiment— ahem!” Fremont tipped a small quantity of liquor into his glass. Gabrie? proved bis faith in his own goods by pouring out a bumper, holding it critically between his little eyes and the light as he moistened his lips to pronounce bis toast; but he was too deliberate, and, in the vulgate, ‘got left.” \ Sharply, almost harshly, rung out the voice of Old Forked-Lightning: ‘May the foul fiend reserve a hot corner for all who distill, sell or swill the vile poison! Any milder punishment would be too good for the least guilty of them all!” Bitter as was his sentiment, the old man swallowed the dose with the air of one who rather loved his enemies, but Gabriel made a wry face, and even ventured to mutter: ‘’Tain’t fair to make a gent drink to his own eternal—same to you and many of ’em!’ he spluttered hastily as the strange being turned toward bim with a dark frown. In his half-superstitious dread of The Soli- tary, Gabriel came near committing suicide. The fiery liquor went “down bis Sunda. throat,” and coughing, ray gasping, t fat man fell behind bis counter in agon Not even the ghost of a smile hard countenance, and Old Forked-Ligbtning turned to Fremont Metcalf, to finish his tem- perance lecture, . a") sareened that
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* drunkard. _Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. “Not as I do, but as I advise, young man, and you will be happy. Sun evil company. Avoid the wine-glass as you would a coiled rattlesnake, Steer clear of saloons and those who hover around the vile sinks of iniquity in search of innocents to roband murder. Turn back while you may—for there is a certain point along the trail you are now treading which, once passed, makes a retreat forever impossible! ith you it is not yet too late. Be warned, and forget it not, for one speaks who only too well understands the perils which lie before you—perils worse than death, for a4 a your soul, as well as annibilate your y ’ He paused, as though for breath, and Fremont Metcalf made out to reply: **T owe you thanks, both for your well-meant advice—” ‘Which you hain’t the least idee o’ follerin’, fer you're ready to take your davy it ain’t needed in your case,” bluntly interposed the old man, with a change of tone and mauner as abrupt as it was complete. “ You ain’t no You ain’t no gambler. You on’y take a fri’ndly glass now an’ then: you on’y finger the devil’s papers ‘casionally fer fun. Don’t I know it all? Didn’t 1 go through the same mill when I was @ many year younger an’ foolisher’n I be now? “Like you, young feller, I played with fire an’ never feared gittin’ my fingers scorched. It was the fashion, an’ I knowed I could quit it all an’ turn back whenever I felt toe notion. So I said then, when whiter heads talked to me. So L could ’a’ tuck oath; but look at me now / A broken-down critter without home or fri’nds! Aslave to the vile poison that robbed me of all—that pulled me down to the lowest depths of sin and degredation—that made me a bitter curse tosmyself and all who held me dear!” He turned abruptly to the bar and poured out anotber full glass, swallowing it at a single ulp. He turned to the startled youth, laugh- ing bardly, bitterly, ‘You see? The devil tempted and conquered me, even while I was trying to show you his danger. Once more I teil you, do as { say, not as I set the example. Go back to the one who is waiting and watching for your coming, Sbake the dust of this evil place from your feet forever, ‘Linger, and you will find a grave ready dug for you by brutes who are strangers to the very name of mercy,’¥ Fremont Metcalf laughed slightly, then said: ““When my work is eae my object accom- plished, I will go. What I have seen of Canaan and its inhabitants bas not made me deeply in love with it. There will be few tears shed when I turn my back es it for good and all.” “Tears will be shed if you dally—bitter tears from fair and innocent eyes!” was the grave re-_ sponse. *‘You are a marked man already.’ our death is sworn, Romeo Bugg and bis gang are down on you, and the next time they will strike without warning. In flight alone lies your safety.” “They have more cause to hate you than me. I only knocked down one; you covered them all with shame.” _They know me,” with a short, dry laugh. “They care not to meddle with lightning. But you—” and he bent forward until his lips were oles to the ears of the youth, whispering guard- edly: ‘You have more than yourself to live Os If zon lose your life in this sink of ini- gui » what fate awaits her? Reflect, and act 7 ie, ’ Without pausing for Ad’ a ly, the strange old mim turned on bis heel and st: i t of the saloon. ca rape sigan Fremont Metcalf was not sorry. Though he felt grateful to the veteran for The i he bad rendered him, knowing as he did that only for aim and the strange influence he possessed over the gang of roughs, bloodshed if not death _ must surely have followed, bis departure was vanished. very welcome. So long as he remained, general attention was drawn toward them by the pecu- liar words and actions of the strange being; and tbe young man knew that this attention would eudanger, if it did not entirely frustrate, bis ob- deat te sutgng | The Giave. : riel Sexton seemed almost as much reliev- ed by the withdrawal of Old Forked- Lightning drawing a long breath of pleasure and moppin Pa the drops from his shining temples as he Jeaned 5 Td across’ the bar and huskily whis- pered: ‘A remarkable man, my dear sir! A most re-mark a-ble man, sir! ut—just a l-e-e-tle cracked up here, if I may be allowed the ex- pression, Looks at tbings through a crooked glass as one might putit. But means well, that Til admit.” A covert glance around showed Metcalf that he was no longer the center of attraction. , The saloon proper was empty with the exception of | _ the be he Gabriel Sexton and himself. The gaming tables proved greater attractions, now that the prospect of bloodshed and death had - With bis.mind thus placed at ease, on know- n he bad traveled many miles to question, at Metcalf rather welcomed the advances bee . o: that he must wait for the coming of one Cree” Stag ART cama +c Yip latee mols — bes Se es. Mw eras Bon sor es roe, 7 ee of the talkative ex-undertaker. By listening to him, becould wait without arousing either curi- osity or suspicion. ‘A remarkable man, truly, never have pulled me through that ugly scrape with such ease. Who and what is he? I am curious to learn more about him.” ‘*He’s a mystery and an enigma; that’s what he is,” with a series of quick nods. ‘*He ain't the devil, for he works good instead of evil; but you couldn’t convince fellows Jike Romeo Bugg and his gang of that! They hate him as the Old Boy is said to hate holy water! Fear him, ton—and so do I!” Fremont laughed softly at this sudden admis- Gabriel joined in. * “Why shou!d you fear him, if be only fights evil? Because he preaches against drink and gaming?” Sexton his eves. “Not that. Though be can surround more whisky without showing the effects than any man I ever met, I’d willingly fill him full each evening just to have bim rattle off one of bis sermons. Because why? the more yeu abuse a man for drinking, the thirstier he'll fancy bim- self! Tell a man be can’t bave whisky, and he'll break bis neck but what he’ll prove you a liar, Make a law against it, and you'll double: the consumption of whisky. Those who drank be- fore wil] bog it down, while those who never touched it when at perfect Jiberty, will indulge ten times as often, just because they fancy the law deprives them of a portion of their liberties! Human nature, my dear sir—human nature, all over!” ‘But who is he?) What is his name? For, of course, he has another title than Old Forked- Lightning?” - “Tf be bias, he don’t wear it on his sleeve. Old Forked-Lightning, or sometimes The Soli- tary; take your choice. Who is he? Nobody knows. Where did he come from? Up-country, somewhere, l’ve beard. Lived there or there- abouts for ages, they say—a genuine relic of by- gone days!” ‘*Then no one him?’ ~ “They know too much!” witli a nod so sbarp and hasty that it made the joints of his fat neck crack. ‘ And unless they lie like all git out! he totes a charmed life around with him. Bullets flatten ovt and bounce back when be’s shot af. Try to stick him with a knife, and the best of steel snaps in bits like a rotten icicle. Get him shook his head, a cunning twinkle in knows anything definite about t corner, where any ordinary man. in a ig would die, to a moral certainty, and he’ll vanish —melt—evaporate—and not half try!” ‘Oh, come, now!’ smiled Motcal. ‘Mind you, I don’t swear to it,” soberly whis- pered honest Gibriel, with a nervous glance around him, ‘I only repeat the tales told by others, But they'll take oath toits truth, And —hlessed if J wouldn’t—almost !” - It was ridiculous, of course, and Fremont Metcalf smiled at the fat :nan for bis foolish credulity: but at the same time be felt a pecu- liar thrill as he recalled what he had witnessed so short a time before, If Old Forked-Lightuing was but an ordinary mortel, whut was the se- cret of his wonderful influence over those de- praved wretches? Why did not Romeo Bugg send a bullet through bis heart when s> boldly faced with unarmed hands? “That bis will was Rood enough, no one who saw the event could oubt, Even with bis injured eyesight, the big, bully could not have missed his mark at suc short range. Then why was it? “Because he is a man without fear, with ex- traordinary will power and nerve!” he mutter- ed, more to himself than to the dumpy saloon- keeper. “Tn some things, true enough,” was the quick reply. “But in others—well, you saw hint. He couldn’t draw back when I whispered whisky in bis ear, though be was just then preaching tem- perance to you, red-bot ys Gabriel chuckled after a wheezy, gasping fashion, little suspecting how closely akin to disgust were the sentiments with which be in- | spired the young man. In his estimation, the successfu “ But that’s the only point on which he’s weak and I’ve known him now for more’n a year. When he first struck Canaan, he was set down | by allasalunatic. There were more sinners | than saints in the camp, then, and a certain class thougbt it a holy picnic when the old gent come to town. They counted on having heaps of fun—and fun they had, too—bushels of it!” “Tt wasa Sunday that they opened up their batteries on the old gent. Nob that they mean anything worse than a little fun and i ceoentten at first; but they burnt their fingers bad! lt wasn’t only a cireus, but a bull menagerie that they found they’d picked up. ‘It started with the old dance game, you know. They got the old gent inside a ring, and set him to dancing for bis life. He showed mighty soople jints, too, te did, and they was paniien, Cerne of fun when they began shooting at his heels; not to bit, you understand: just to ile his joints a bit. But I reckon he thought they meant business, and t .S : « i ‘ we 2 St: A ; 74> e *. > om, - « - i eB nee € eagle Fae . ' Sy yak en: Lcd = : rane jets’ Bey, st © es Pus ~~ Fe sae paeez ye see oA RO pear Pas -" —— . <- Oy? 4 ¥ * Lr | RI he Mem q 1 temptation was a rare stroke of wit. 4 : else he could | | gent, neither! | sion, but it was a very sickly grin with which though nobody had | sort 0’ ee Le ET iy Lo ee ee seen anything of guns about him, there they were in a hurry! And ta/ké Well. 1 should re-mark! It was ea buil Fourth of July with ~ general training day thrown in asa sideshow! Those who looked on without an interest in the. show, swore that.a stream of fire poured out of. ’ egch finger tbe old gent had on bis tv® hends! - Fire and lead! And in two seconds thar was nore sick heels and invalid toes hopping s¥ound that stamping grounds than a doctor could do up in a week! They didn’t belong to the old “That sbow Lu’sted up in a holy minnit, J tell you! And then the old gent read ’em a lec- ture, holding ’em under bis guns until he’d got clean through. Told ’em to call again when- ever they wanted some more fun. Told ‘em tu knock and they shculd be answered so quick it’d make their heads swim!” “ Served the unmanly brutes right] They let him alone after that, 1 warrant!” ‘Not ex-ctly, they didn’t. It tock a more searching dose than that to cure ’em,” was the cbucklivg reply. ‘The next morning I reckon they was a d:zen bad men bobhiing au ed on crutebes, bunting for the old gent. bey didn’t find him right then, but when they got a little, better on foot, he struck the camp again. then the’band began to play, loud! By ones and twos end in bunches they tackled him, and—” “ Wasn't there any men in tqwn to see fair play?’ indignently cried Metcalf, his dark eyes glowing. ‘ Were there none to side with the poor old fellow and aid him?’ ‘‘He didn’t need ’em, stranger,” chuckled Gabriel, shaking all over, like a fantastic mold of jelly dressed in clothes, ‘‘Come with me to- morrow, and Ill Jet you count ’em yourself!” ‘* Count what?” ‘The graves. I trimmed them up the best I could, but the old gent furnished the corpuses, free of charge.” ‘Fremont shivered slightly at the matter-of- fact tone. A stranger to the peculiar life which reigns in the * wild and woolly West” and par- ticularly in young mining-towns of a few years since, all this was new and unpleasant to bim, ‘‘ And after that—the circus, as you call it?” be uttered hastily, to change the subject im art. pn Well, it was a little smoother sailing for the old gent, though every little while some bad man would try to take bim into camp for a change. Just as often the old gent would come out top of the beap, and he showed such quickness to jump at an invitation to bave some fun, and wes so sure of his work, thet the boys got to speaking of bim as Forked-Lightning. Until then be traveled without a name, so far as anybody but his own self knew; after that, be adopted the title, and bas shown under it ever since.” : “Surely he made some friends among 80 many enemies?. The whole town was not evil’ ‘He made one, anyhow.” | “Only ove?” . “ “That was enough, stranger,” was the earn- est reply. “That was a whole army, with a brass band and rifle-battery thrown in to make. weight! That friend was Chispa Charley, the Golden Nugget Sport, as some call bim; the. Man With a Record, as others know him bet-_ ter.” 32% “« Another of your odd characters?’ queried Metcalf, interested and amused by the grave, respectful mannes in which the wortby saloon- keeper spoke. ; ere “A gentleman from the ground up, if he is a gambler,” was the earnest response. “* Every- body don’t like bim: hep. got bis enemies, of course, since he’s a man that won’t be rid wee} rough-shod by kiog*nor kaiser, peer nor peasant Pie aby 3 specking, you know. ‘hich is to say that Chispa Charley can be a gentleman with gents, or a tiger with wild beasts, as the *casion comes to the top.” aia ie, ** A Spaniard, from his name, judge?” . _, “Not any Greaser ’bout Chispa, stranger— not much! He’s clean white and forty carats fine, sure’s you're a foot bigb!” ° ‘* And he took the part of the old manf” “T]] tell you. He wasn’t here when the first row come Off, though he struck. camp powote : afterward, did Charley, Come with a record, too, from the lower country. But let that & <ts for tbis once. It’s enough to show what he did for the old gent. St Sy eS “The old gent bad puiled out, nohedy knew where to, right afcer bis jubilee with the tough cases which went for hira so crezy for wool, but all the camp was talking it over when Chispa dropped in. He didn’t say much—he always acts more than be talks—but I reckon be took it all in and sifted outewhat was worth ke ing. Anyway, when the next row come off an be heard of it—he was down at Tinker’s Dam, I believe—he came back red-hot, He spoke little piece to the boys, and then set off to hunt the old gent up. a r eS ‘‘ Where he found him, or what he learned, nobody ever knew outside of the couple them- selves; but it made Chispa Charley the best friend of the old gent’s. He took pains to go the rounds and gently hint to all who beld any grudge against the old man, that they'd ern Se ee s rape - ary fae oe
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?, \ Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. better bottle it up and sink the bottle to the bottom of the deepest shaft they could find, then fillthe holeup. If they didn’t—if they were so mad they touldn’t hold it in, but had to spit it out—he gently advised them to pick out a claim and stake it for their private use as a sleeping- place, for if they got away from Old Forkea- Lightning, he was bound to cbipin ona freeze- out.” ‘* You mean, to take up the quarrel?” asked * Fremont, a little puzzled by the metaphor. **Ex-actly! And they knew Chispa was a mighty bad man when he turned himself loose, And so it come to pass that Old Forked-Light- ning, what with his own doings and the backing of Chispa Charley, pretty well got the freedom of the city. Eitber one would be a mighty tough bite for a gang to git away with, but when it come to a second course—and that course Chispa Charley!—no I thank you—not any in mine!” “Yet that big rascal tried to kill him!” ** Because *he was crazy-mad. You knocked what little sense he ever had, west-end-and- crooked with my glass. You saw how his heel- ers slunk off? You saw how the old gent pura- lyzed even Romeo, when he faced him? Only for Chispa Charley, I do reckon the Bugg would bave tried a shot then, he was so hot. But he thought of the after-clap, and didn’t.” ‘*T bad him covered, and thouzh I would hate to have the blood of such a cur on my bands, I meant to drill him through if be tried to pull trigger,” quietly but sternly said Fremont. “Pity you didn't,” whispered Gabriel, lower- ing his voice and casting a sby glance around them, ‘ You'll have to do it yet, without you leave town before you're a day older, Romeo Bugg don’t forget so easy, and he'll go to get hunk with, you, sure’s you’re a foot bigh! Watch your chance, and shoot on sight. We'll stand by you, if you lay the big brute out.” ‘The advice was friendly and prudent, but Metcalf shivered a little as he listened. Truly, he was not made for such a life as this! . dead man. “Ts you or him,” added Gnbriel, noting that quiver, but being sharp enough to attribute it to the rigbt cause. ‘‘He won’t make a sign or ve a note of warning before he strikes at your ife. Even now he my be laying—” -The,door opened and a rough clad man _ enter- ed the saloon. Startled by the sound, both Metcalf and Sxton turned around, just as sometbing whizzed between their -heads, so close to both that they distinctly felt its wind. CHAPTER IV. NEW STYLE IN VISITING CARDS. At the first glance Fremont Metcalf recog- nized in the mau who entered the saloon oue of the gang which bad followed the lead of Romeo Bugg; and bis natural suspicion was that the ‘fellow had returned to avenge the downfall of his chief. Doubly sure was be when the rough made that swift motion with his right hand, _and ducking slightly, the young man gripped a revolver, ready to defend himself. He felt the wind created by the swift passage of the missile between himself and Gabriel Sex- ton; he heard it coming in contact with some- thing hard behind the counter, followed by a pasciinr fluttering sound; bat as the rough made no further move that could be interpreted as offensive, Fremont hesitated to draw his ‘weapon, . “Clubs is trumps, orl never l’arnéed to read my hymn-book right!” cried the stranger, bis jo Rn, hei husky, uncertain, A hot flush swept over the face of the young man, as rapidly receding, leaving bim palo as a He drew ina short, gasping breath ashe turned bis head and glanced toward the par. * The missile, As such, had been a very harm- ess one; nothing more nor less than a greasy, well-thambed deck of playing cards. Flying straight and compact until they struck against one of the uprights which divided the mirrors behind the bar, all'save one card had fluttered to the shelf beneath in a variegated heap, That exception—the five-spot of clubs—still clung to the wooden support, as though glued there, Only the five-spot of clubs, the corners round- ed from long and steady use, stained and soiled, ie a PL cae Z 2 a 5 ihe # 25 is cette } sleep onto a debt like this, the erick! Every dog shake his own paw, hey? Got to git up afere he goes to bed, a critter must, to git ahead o’ Jolly Gabe, you bet!” Another chuckling laugh, suddenly cut sbort by a gravity that was almost ludicrous. Then, walking on tiptoe, the rough advanced to the bar, leaning over it, car Ya 8 a tuvnel of his grimy paws, through which he hoarsely whis- pered: “Say, Gabe, can’t you set ’em up jest once?” ‘* Slate’s bu’sted,” was the laconic response. The fellow drew back with a ludicrous as- sumption of injured dignity, saying haughtily: ‘*Who whispered slate? Who axed fer a hang-’em-up? Clubs is trumps—-len’ me a drink onto the ole hymn-book, fer luck! It’s big enough s’curity fer a hull bar’l, fer long’s you tote them keerds you cain’t never go broke—no, sir{ Boun’ to win every time you-squeeze your weasel the way it tells ye. Wrap her up in silk an’ sating, Gabe. Lay it away in cedar chips an’? seegyar stumps ontel the ole man comes back a-flickerin’ to the rescoo of his darlin’— jes’ one coffin-nail onto it, ole pard?” With gingerly touch, Gabriel was collecting the scattered deck, last of all removing the five- spot of clubs from the post to which it clung by means of a sharpened tack. Pushing the dingy heap across the counter, he said tersely: ** Now you git!” ** But I haia’t got the p’izen, ole mate,” whin- ed the other. ‘*Show the color, first, Jay. You know the law.” ‘* Dead-bu’sted, an’ the snakes beginnin’ to crawl up my ole boot-laigs! Jest a swaller fer to squinch ’em, Gabe!” During all this, Fremont Metcalf was strug- gling to bring bis emotions under control, At- though he bad come to The Grave—had traveled bundreds of miles for the express purpose of meeting one who was to exhibit the five-spot of clubs—now that it was shown, his brain seemed in a whirl, his heart throbbing so violently that he could scarcely breathe. The mist slowly cleared away, and just as the fellow was picking up bis cards with_a re- proachful air, be stepped forward, dropping a coin upon the bar as he said: ‘A drop of brandy, please, Will you join me, sir?’ be added, bowing to the ragged fel- low, aS though just becoming aware of his presence, : “ Will I? Will a tappin’-snorkle bite ef you stick your big toe into his mouth? Won't I, ruther!” soufiled the down-at-the-heel digger, grasping the young man’s hand and wringing it agitatedly. “Come, Jay, don’t slobber,” sharply uttered Gabriel, plainly disgusted at the idea of a gen- tleman whom he bad honored with bis smiles, having aught to do with such a disreputable- looking character. ‘* Fatty, bold your hush when gents is ’chang- in’ compliments together,” haughtily uttered the bummer, his nose high in the air. ‘‘Set out\ your p'izen—an’ wipe your fingers good afore you tetch the glasses!” z The ex-undertaker turned red and his little eyes almost popped from their sockets at this insolent speech. But the digger never gave him a second glance, turning to Fremont Metcalf, still holding his hand in an ardent pressure, “It’s noble an’ high-toned of ye to putt it that way, stranger—’deed it is, now! Fer, don’t I know? Didn’t [ see your noble years a-flickerin’ as they tuck in my humble words a bit ago? It ain’t that you’re dry or thusty, but ’ca’sa you wanted to save a pore down-onto-his-luck crit- ter from hevin’ his two boots filled chuck-up-an’ runnin’-over with .a howlin’ mewacgery | An’ so I take it, stranger—take it as a sacred debt 0’ honor, to be paid back with ‘interust out 0’ the very fu’st color I raise—deed I do, now!” ‘Never mention il, my dear sir.” But I must—I cain’t holp it! Ef I was to swaller the p’izen an’ never.note it down fer a pay-it-back-ag’in, it’d be the death of yourn truly, fer very shame—'deed it would! ?Tain’t a beggar nur yit a bummer which. you're res- cooin’ so. high-toned, stranger; not any! A pore “cuss in’duced sarcumstances, but a gentleman fer all that, who never was knowed to go to é Ef you'll vig 4 ee me your name an’ boardin’ place, so Ill now who to ring up—thankee, double over!” Now fully reeoyered from his surprise and agitation, Fremont drew a notebook from an inner pocket, and produced a card frow its depths. His b'ack eyes were keenly seru'in'z- ing the dirty face of the bummer as he ex!end- ed the card, and a peculiar glow filled them as the fellow dexterously palmed the dingy piece of pasteboard. ¢ Gabriel Sexton was leaning over the counter, | bis little eyes curiously s aring, but he was un- | able to catch more than a glimpse of the card. Had he caught a fiir view of its face, he might well have been astonished. Instead of a written or printed name thereon, he would have seen two ‘accurately colored. One was a blue-jay, the other a golden-winged woodpecker, locally known as “high-uolder,” ‘ yellow-hammer,” or “ flicker.” * ” : ea, Me ir’s, welldrawn and “Sarvent, sir!” and the digger bowed with a scrape of his foot. ‘‘I’ll be sure to call at the airliest minnit.” ‘You will be very welcome, rest assured of that,” cordially replied Metcalf, disguising his real earnestness by alightlaugh. ‘‘Come—the poison is ready for us.” ** Here’s Juck—an’ hepin’ you may never know what it is to hev a hole in each pocket while the snakes is twistin’ all ‘round your big toes an’ tryin’ to swarm over the tops o' your boots! I’m lookin’ at ye, pard!” He hastily swallowed the liquor, wiped his bearded lips with one sleeve, bowed again, then turned and shambled out atthe door, ‘* Ffe’ll call—oh, yes!” sniffed Gabriel Sexton, nose in air as he vigorously scrubbed the glass used by the bummer. ‘‘ When he reckons he can strike you for another drink!” ‘Tt was the cheapest way to get rid of him.” “Tf you have ie rid of him—but have you? Look here, Mr. Metcalf,” and honest Gabriel bent forward, his face filled with grave con- cern; “fyou don’t want to take too many chances in a place like Canaan. That fellow was playing a part. He runs with the gang led by Romeo Bugg. He came, in here to make sure you hadn’t given them theslip. Ten to one they’re by | low for you this minute!” A short, hard laugh parted the lips of the young man. ‘*Tf would be a shame to keep them in sus- pense, then. Good-night, Mr. Sexton.” Before the worthy saloon-keeper could utter another word of warning, Fremont Metcalf strode out of The Grave, Yet the sober warning was not wholly lost on him, impetuously as he acted, He cast a keen giance around him, his right hand clasping the butt of a revolver, ready to draw and fire at the first sign of an ambush. So far as he could see, there was not a living being in the streets near The Grave, and he walked swiftly back to the hotel where his sis- ter was anxiously awaiting bis coming. Long before he reached that point, however he detected a number of skulking shadows in the gloom, and his young blood ran a little more rapidly through his veins as ho antici- pated an assault; butin this he was agreeably disappointed. If the phantom-like figures were really dogging his footsteps, they took good care not to come Within fair eye-range, and Fremont Metcalf reached the steps leading up to the hotel-front without molestation, Rather recklessly he paused here, turning and facing the gloom without, pistol in band. He seemed to defy his enemies to. take his life. Though so much depended upon his life, just’ then, be could not resist the rash impulse. His fiery spirit was stirred as it had never been awakened before, and could he have had bis choice just then, all those who hated or feared him in Canaan would -bave stepped forward then and there, to fight it out once for all! But the mute challenge was not accepted. ee enemies had a less perilous course mapped out, Turning, Fremont Metcalf entered the hotel. The street door opened directly into the office and bar combined. The landlord,‘t Honest John Forbes,” was the only occupant, just then, sit- ting in a chair tipped baek against the wall, comfortably snoring away, but at the entrance of the young man, he tipped forward and awoke, smiling sleepily. elect “Got back a'ready, hey? Don’t take you long to view the elephant. any fun! They’s mostly lots of it layin’ round loose, in Canaan, fer them as goes whar it is.” ‘Back again—yes, If any person should call and ask for me, Mr, Forbes, will you kind- ly direct them to my room?” ; “Sartin’—be sure! You ’xpect somebody? Thought you was a plum stranger in these arts?’ placidly queried the host, deeming it is duty to display a certain amount of interest in the affairs of those who honored bis estab- lishment. But Fremont Metcalf gave him scantsatisfac- ~ tion, for he turned away without a reply, yASS- ing from the bar-room into a narrow hall, from there up the creaking stairs to the second story of the hotel. ie It was a rather pretentious structure, this Occidental Hotel, considering the size and age of Canaan. Two full stories in hight, contain ing over avscore of sleeping apartments up- stairs, and actually weather-boarded without! Fremont Metcalf paused before a door, above which showed a faint light, rapping gently. “Ts that you, brother?” came a gentle voice in reply. ‘Yes, Dinorah; open, please.” After the sound of a key turning in a lock, the door was opened, and Fremont entered the little square chamber. Closing and locking the door ggain, he cast his hat on the bed, uttering along breath of intense relief as he faced his sister, dare utter, and the brother answered it instan ly, his voice a strange mixture of exultation, doubt andjoy. =, “Yes, 1 have seen bim, Dinorah! TI have met the man who sent us that letter with the curi- ous signature!” Her eyes asked the question her lips Bardly Cea ee a ee ee a a A Oe ae ee oS
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‘*The Double Bird?” ‘<ues: the first bird on the card, youremember. His Old Forked-Lightning, I heard him called Jay. That a | stuted. name must be Jay Yellowhammer, or Higb- | bolder—it can hardly be Golden-winged Wood- pecker!” He laygbed, but there was little mirth in bis voice. It was a poor subject for jesting, he felt. Too much depended on the anticipated interview. Nor was his sister less grave, less agitated, as they stodd face to face, looking intoeach others’ |. eyes, trying to read there some confirmation of ‘their new-born hopes. One who saw them thus could hardly have doubted their close relationship, though Fre- mont was dark, while Dinorah was an almost perfect blonde. Their features were cast in the ‘game mold, delicate, yet strong and full of | character. If anything, Dinorah seemed to be the steadiest, the most reliable in sudden emer- Zencies, ‘In figure she was tall, perfectly developed, ‘her movements easy and graceful, yet full of strength and resolution. If her features were a ‘trifle lapking in statuesque regularity, they ‘more than made amends by their intelligence. Her full, blue eyes formed her most attractive feature, They now shone with doubting bope, soft and melting; but when a time of need | should come, they could glitter with fire or blaze with a resolution which no common force ‘could shake or subdue, ‘Yes, sister, I have found our man! He will ‘be here in a short time, if all goes well!” ex- -claimed Fremont, unable longer to smother his ‘emotions. ‘* And his story?” breathed Dinorab, “That I have not yet beard. -The place in ‘which we met was not suited for that. And ‘then, I wished to share it with you, not at second band,” **You were right,” was the low reply. ‘Bo it for good or be it for evil, we will meet it to- gether, Why not? YouandI are all—are we brother?” It was with a gasping sob that Dinorah inter- ‘rupted berself, her eyes assuming an appealing look as they gazed into the dark orbs of her ‘brother. ~ ‘Let us bope for the best, sister,” was the ‘more composed reply. ‘If that hope is fated to fail us, it will only be falling back into the ‘old sorrow, without the terrible uncertainty that doubled the pangs. It may be that those black doubts are only to be brushed awav by ‘the revelation of some blacker crime. Even ‘that: would be preferable to living on in .such killing uncertainty. You must own as much?” _ There was no reply. Dinorah, seated beside her brother, bowed her head in silence. He ‘said no more, but gently smoothed her silken hair, bis cheek resting against her head, bis arm wound protectingly about ber waist. It was a bare and cheerless room “hich th» candle lighted wp. Some ten feet square, it _ contained a narrow bed, two rude chairs, a wash-stand improvised out of a salt barrel, with by ont ta pores cut away. On this stood a tin basin, In the barrel stood a tin pail of water. Above hungasmallmirror, Onarude bracket rested the sperm candle in a tin sconce. ; Econom of re material bad necessari- been kept in view while the Occidental : otel was being built. Naturally so, since the aoe and other material had to he bauled for then | & weary wags over rough trails, rather or this double reason, the interior of the _second story had originally consisted of but a single great room. At first this was divided into smaller chambers by stretching canvas pashan nan hele - canvas was replaced by ’ 0 i i ie reserving ptiehan substantial or effective e ceiling was about nine feet high. Th partitions, arranged precisely as are the Pu detg secting strips of pasteboard which market- gardeners use to kecp eggs from coming in contact with eacb other while being ‘shipped were only seven feet from floor to top. Thus, it desired, an inmate of one’ room could, by standing on a chair, look over the mock barrier = leisurely inspect the apartment of his neigh- ' bor, . For some minutes brother and sis’ i silence, each struggling with ponte erm which words are totally powerless to properly paint. Then, with a sigh, Dinorah drew herself ercet, | “Enough of this, brother! We ge sighed and borooded too many hours away already, It is time we were working.” — “We can do nothing until our correspondent comes,” replied Fremont. ‘The rest remains with him, { visited the place be appointed and gave him the signal agreed upon. [ let him know that we were ready and waiting for _ ag a action. Until be makes that, we are “ pless, . i, piso should have breugbt him with you— you ought never to have lost sight of him, once found, until bis secret was yours,” impetuou Fa bat uttered the maiden, ber eyes flashing. nF oe, reproachfully. ‘* You remember his words. I - must follow instructions without a mistake, or « d by so acting, endangered all!” a little | a t his lips would be forever sealed. I was to receive and answer a signal which was plainly hen | was to wait for, his next move. You remember?” : | “Yes, and I ask pardon for my ae speech ‘* But if is so gently replied the young woman. hard to wait longer—how long one can only guess—after all we bave suffered in mind—eh, brother! sometimes it seems as though my poor brain would give way with this frightful suspense!” ‘*Patience—and courage, sister! It will soon te ended, now. Let’s hope all for the best Who knows? By this time to-morrow we may be sitting in company with him—with our long- lost father! Think of that!” “f do—I bave; but somebow I cannot make it look like the truth,” was the broken response. “Think of all these long years of silence! No, brotber; now that the crisis seems so close at hand, I believe this man has lied to you, only for—’ ; “Tsay! Tetch ’er up light, in thar!” A busky, uncouth voice uttered the words, and following the sound, brother and sister started to their feet as they saw the ugly, bairy fu.ce of a stranger staring at.them over the low partition, And swiftly Fremont’s pistol covered the head! “CHAPTER V. THE DOUBLE BIRD DECLINES TO SING. Wirn ‘the rapidity of a jack-in-a-box the shaggy head vanished from view, but in its place came a’ husky snort of mingled disgust and apprehension, “Hold on, ow! Don’t be so’tarnal fast ef you please! It’s a white gent as you're p’intin’ tbat gun at; a ’vited guest, as ye mought say, s to speak!” It. was a voice whose peculiar intonations were not readily forgotten or to be confused with others, and this, with the fleeting glimpse he caugbt of the hairy face with its staring eye- balls, caused Fremont Metcalf to lower his pis- tol with a low, startled exclamation. ‘“Who is it, brother? Friend or enemy?” hur- riedly demanded Dinorab, a sbarp click empha- sizing her words. Fremont turned quickly toward her, to see a revolver in ber hand, pointing steady as fate at’ a point of the frail partition beyond. which could be heard the shuffling sounds of the au- dacious intruder. A band, white and delicate, but which did not tremble or fumble with the dangerous tool it now clasped so firmly. One could baye sworn she knew bow to use it, and to use it well. With a swift motion Fremont caught the weapon and cbecked her band just in time to keep a bullet from penetrating the frail parti- tion in search of the villainous-looking eaves- dropper. . “Do not shoot, Dinorah!” be muttered, ex- citedly. “I know bim now—I reecgnize bis voice. Itis the mafi we expected, the man who wrote us that letter, the same one I saw when I was down town a bit ago!” ‘Bet your boots it jest is!” canie croakingl from behind the barrier. ‘‘ An’ curned ef this rooster ain’t gwine back down town ag’in’, too, ef you-all’s got to keep chuckin’ guns up ag’in a feller-critter’s nose eyéry time he sais howdy!” ‘‘1f your business is with us, come around to the door, as an honest man should,” called out Fremont, with an effort subduing bis intense excitement, **How’n thonier's a critter to know what door’s which, ef he don’t skirmish ’round an’ prospect? They ain’t no slate hangin’ out, I reckon?” : It was a sulky, grumbling tone, but from the sounds which came to their ears, brother and sister could tell that the man who had given them such a serious start, was about to follow the advice last given him. Dinorah hastily whispered: ; _ ©Go meet him, brother, We must lose no chances. He may be mad or frightened, and try to steal away. Meet bim, and bring him here—even if you have to use force!” Sbe was terribly in earnest, her face pale, the features, stern and hard-set, her eyes glowing with a light that told how deep was her fabepest in this curious affeir. Nor was Fremont Met- calf less eager. With swift, silent motions he unlocked the door, opened it and glided out into the gloomy hall just in time to meet the owner of that shaggy pate and busky voice. ‘We have heen waiting for you, my sister and I,” he said quietly, as he placed one band on the arm of the fellow, as yet using no force, but ready at the slightest sign of flight to check the impulse and bring matters to & crisis. ““Durned’ ef I didn’t think so, from the one glimp’ I sorter ketehed o’ the couple 0’ ye, over yender,” grinned the eavesdropper, balf-sheep- ishly, ‘‘ Habit o’ yourn, that way?’ Despite his great anxiety, Fremont could not whery keep from laughing at this observa- ion. et took us by surprise, We expected you. by way of tke door, anda we saw the face a strangef—for even I failed to recognize | the Solitary. : | 'stead 0’ ginuine oro ?_ No of the chairs himself. stead of coming in at the door?” you at first glance—what more natural than for us to suspect an enemy? If avy blame, it must rest on yourself, for—” ‘Oh! [I ain’t kickin’, stranger,” with a husky chuckle. ‘‘I’na beap satisfied to git off without werm-holes all through my wardrobe, fer when I squinted down them gun-motths durned ef the gocse-flesh didn’t start out onto me so befty you mought ’a’ bung your hat onto the pimples an’ not hafe try!” “Let it pass, then, and we'll all be thankful no harm was done. Come; my sister is waiting for us.” The fellow mumbled something about not being dressed for petticoat company, Lut Fre- mont did not listen. "With gentle force he car- ried his captive along to the door which was held ajar by Dinorab, ready to emerge and lend her brother aid in case of need. She promptly flung it wide, then closed and locked it again as they entered. It was not a very enticing object on which her eager eyes rested that moment. If be hed seémed wretchedly dilapidated and degraded in the saloon, he looked doubly so now that he found himself in the presence of a lady. A man certainly past the middle mile post of life in actual age, he seemed still older, shatter- ed and battered by dissipation and irregular living. He looked a moral wreck in every re- spect. And unless he was sorely slandered by the cunning ligbt which glowed in his bloodshot eyes, bis character was worn into filtbier rags than those whith served to cover bis naked- ness, Fremont turned to face the fellow, saying: “This is my sister, Mr,— < “ Call it Double Bird@fer a starter, boss.” ‘‘ And as such she is deeply interested in the communication you are pledged to make,” ‘‘Not pledged—not quite so fur, boss,” with a cunning leer, ‘‘Say mebbe; itsounds jestas well, an’ don’t speak nigb so loud, nur yit kiver hafe so much groun’. Say mebbe, bors!” ‘* We came prepared to meet your terms. If we keep our part of the contract, we certainly expect you to keep yours.” Fremont Metcalf spoke quietly and calmly enough, but it was tvident be did so only by calling his whole powers of self-control into lay. And fearing that his countenance would tray bim too plainly, he turned abruptly aside, removing the utensils from the improvis- ed wash-stand and bringing it out from the wall to serve as a table. : Dinorah, for much the same reason, placed the two chairs on oppésite sides of the stand,» then sunk down on the side of the bed. She was very pale now, but there was a steady light burning in her eyes that might ave warned the eavesdropper. “Sit down, please,” said Fremont, taking one “Now, if you bave no objections, why did you try the partition in- *1Cg'se” I wasn’t runnin’ no chainces, boss,” was the quick response. ‘‘How’d I know but they was a be-ole sting bid onder the boney? vin’ me sawdust y, without tryin’. So I tuck a look behind the curting. I listened to your buzzin’ ontel the oe § cut me deep with her bints that I was crooked. Then my honest buzzum split wide open an’ ’ d me afore I thougtt a word about guns an’ sich Jike doin'’s— honor bright, boss!” inorab shivered slightly as the repulsive wretch turned toward her, leering, bowing, How’d I know you wasn’t plainly séeking to makean impression upon her. ~ From the first word to the iast, she gee gh false and connterfeit ring in his speech, and | heart turned sick witbin heras she reflected that on bis truth alone rested the hopes they had so fondly cherished. What if the story they — had traveled so far to bear, should prove no mofe reliable? It was a soul-sickening pen and she banished it as quickly and as thorough- ly as possible. “You were running a worse fisk than you suspect,” wes the grav3 reply. “ Avother second, and you might have met your death through your imprudence.” The fellow laughed, short and harshly, while his bleared eyes filled wich a dull red light. . “J’d ort to be pritty well used to resks by this time! I hain’t drawed a free breath sence I writ them words es fetched you here, boss—not a free breath! I was drunk at the time—drunk | an’ crazy-mad fer cause—or I'd ’a’ bit off the finger that steered the pen as made the mark afore I'd’a’ sent it to you!” i He ceased speaking, casting a sly glance at the face of the young man as though to read the effects. He did nct see much. The hand- some face turned a tought paler, perbaps, an the jaws set a Jittle more firmly. é This was all, to outward seeming. er yen f atempest was raging. He thought he could read between lines, and believed his uncouth visitor was exaggerating for the sole purpose of raising the price of bis secret. x sims “Talk of resk!’ added the fellow who had given the curious name of ‘‘ The Double Bird.” . “T never knowed what the word meant, ontel after that fool letter o’ mine was writ an’ set Sence then, every minnit hes b’in wu’th a
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- bout it, boss!” “You are paid for running that risk, be it real or be it purely imaginary,” coldly replied Fremont, bis glowing black eyes striving tor catch and hold the shifting geze of his unclean visitor, ‘“‘ You named your own figures, and the bargain was closed, without an effort on our part to beat you down, extortionate though the terms were. It is too late now to attempt ta alter those conditions. Stop whining, and get down to business. In one word: what do you know of the man whose name was mentioned in your letter?’ A sullen, dogged expression chassd away the look of cunning trickery, and the fellow mut- tered: “Mebbe it’s all a trap—mebbe I never writ the—” : “Stop right where you are, my fine fellow!” cried Fremont sternly, bis eyes glittering omin- ously. ‘‘It’s a motto of mine to make sure I am working the right trail, then press it so close that there can be no mistake made or side issues wrung in without my consent and knowl- edge. You did write the letter in answer to our advertisement, L[huve it bere—deny it if you can!” ‘When I see it with my two eyes, then I kin tell better,” was the sullen retort, ‘“*If I yield to you in this one respect, how am Ito know you will not bring forward others equally unreasonable?’ demanded Fremont, bis naturally impetuous temper getting the upper hand and miking bim for the moment forget all bis prudent resolves. “One thing at a time, an’ they'll hold out longer, boss,” grinned th@ ruffian, ‘‘ Jest now it’s that bit 0’ wrivin’ which troubles me the ww'st. Ef you’re the right man, you kin show it easy enough, an’—” . “The right man? How could I know any- thing about it were I not the right man, as you call it?” ‘*You tell!” Knowing so well the fiery temper of her brother, Dinorah bent forward and breathed gently in bis ear: c “Show the letter, Fremont. It can do no harm, if you are positive he is the person who wrote it.’ Almost involuntarily she added that last sen- tence. Why, she could not have explained sat- isfactorily, even to herself, The doubt struck her like a revelation, and she gave it vent. Fremont was startled by the vague bint, and zed keenly into the hang-dog visage of the man opposite bin. What if he bad never writ- ten the letter? What if he was playing a bold as well as cunning part for—what? He almos smiled as he asked himself the question, There could be no reason for any such bold and dan- gerous trickery. é . “One word, my good friend,” he said, lean- ing forward an rags on the shoulder, ‘Since you hint-at trick- oy, p we put it to the test on both sides. I have the letter which came in answer to our advertisement. I can show it whenever neces- sary. If you wrote it, doubtless you can re- member its i a agel sin = ; y too pesky well,” was the surly reply. XWin my fingers hed tuck the cramp so bad they couldn’t’a’ held a pen fer a lifetime, ruth- er than they’d writ the pesky thing!” “Then you admit haviag written it?” “Mit nothin’, Not a durned thing ontel I see the dockyment with my own two peepers— - not a thing, boss!” f be ag sich obstinacy is not sufficient to save you, if I am forced to resort to harsh mea- sures,” aecey retorted Fremont. ‘‘I can prove that you did write it, I have the power to ex- tort the truth from you, if I choose to employ soein means, Not only as to the letter, but to . make you corfess all concerning the man that letter speaks of.” “You ain’t smart enough to make a critter tell what he ain’t got no means o’ knowin’, | don’t reckon, boss,’ ‘ Again Dinorah touched her brother on the arm, a pleading lookin her blue eyes, It was enough. By a powerful effort Fremont Met- calf stifled bis bot anger, turning bis burning ze from that disagreeable countenance, star-— ing fixedly at vacancy until he could regain the mastery of self. The Double Bird fidgeted uneasily on bis seat, casting a stealtby glance toward the lockeddoor, But the same crafty look showed him the silver- -mounted pistol which lay so handy beside Di- norah, and be gave up the wild thought. He ad seen ber handle the weapon not long before, and knew she was no novice in the art of pistol practice. - ; oie Once wore cold and collécted, at Jeast in see ning, Fremont Metealf resumed his former posito . drawing from his bosom the note- ook which he had produced while in The Grave, From this he extracted a soiled and worn envelope which contained a half-sheet of note ae ie stained and wrinkled. * This is the letter you wrote,” he said, delib- —— , “Tt was mailed from this place, Sg, ae wtf inside you ite neither date nor ad- ‘5 dress, It is signed ‘ Double Bird,’ jest to live through it—jest that, an’ never a lie tapping-the bundle of dirty: Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. . He then unfolded the paper, spreading it out | on the space between them, holding it so the | fellow could satisfy himself as to the contents | and writing, but still retaining control over i-. | And that he had acted wisely, Fremont divined as he watched the nervously twitching fingers | of the rascal. Be As would like to destroy the document, no doubt,” be added, with a short, hard laugh. ** But Vil guard against that, since you have | shown such a strong desire to back out of the | bargain we made on your own terws,” There were not many words in the disputed | letter, It was vilely written and more vilely spelled. It began without name or address, stating that the writer had chanced upon an advertisement in which a reward was promised to any one who could give reliable information concerning the present whereabouts of one | Tucker Metcalf, The letter stated that tle writer could give the desired information, if it was made worth his while, but that he would not do so without first having a personal interview with the ad- vertiser, f said advertiser was interested enough to pay five thousand dollars for the in- formation, and would come to the mining-camp known as Canaan, bringing with him the in- closed card as a ready means of ‘identification, let him do so. On arrival, he was to visit the saloon called Tne Grave, where he would be met by a man wkom he might recognize by the five-spot of clubs. m | There the letter ended, without nameyor sig- nature, save that already hinted at, ‘‘The Double Bird.” ‘“You see the letter. I showed you the card which you inclosed. You proved your identity by the five-spot of c’ubs, in accordance with the agreement. I am here, ready to pay you the price you demand for the information con- cerning one Tucker Metcalf, if it proves to be reliable, Now, Mr. Double Bird, is there any other point which you wish made clear, before we get down to solid business?” uttered Fremont Metealf, his eyes glowing hotly, but his voice cold and even. ‘*¥ reckon it’s all straight,” slowly muttered the man, rubbing his bristling chin, a foxy light in bis bleared eyes. ‘* What reason bad you to suspect any differ- ent?’ asked Dinorah, gently. ‘*“Mebbe nothin’ that you’d look at as solid reasons, ma’am,” was his respectful response. ‘*Mebbe I was a fool that’s got skeered’ without sense nur réason; an’ mebbe Lain’t. One thing is mighty sart’in. They’s them as wouldn’t make no bones o’ raisin’ my skelp ef they ever got a whiffo’ what I set out to tell. They would kill—” ‘* Enough of this idle talk,” impatiently cried Fremont, bis face flushing. ‘It is no longer a question of what price you shall ask for your wares, The sum has been fixed and fully agreed upon, let the danger be what it may real or imaginary. Now. for thetsecond time I ask; what do you know of speuer Metcalf?” ‘* Mebbe a heap; mebbe not a durned th ng.” was the dogged reply. ‘‘ Fu'st, I want to make sure the man I knowed is the man you mean.” “T advertised the name, and you recognized it, so—” ‘Names don’t count, out here, boss,” with a sudden grin, ‘A man’ takes 'most any that strikes his fancy; an’ some that don’t, too, ef the boys takes a notion fer to christen him. I apewed & Tucker Metcalf, but that ain't proof he’s your game.” Oace more Dinorah, better able to control her temper than the fiery youtb, toucbed bim on the arm. Bending toward ber, Fremont received the softly breathed words: ** Humor bim once more, brother. You have the locket. Sbow the picture, and make all sure before going further,” Fremont. yielded, as he ever did when bis ‘reason was appealed to by his cool-nerved sister, drew a gold and enameled locket from bis bosom, where it bung by a chain, Releasing it from this, ie touched a spring, the locket flying open and revealing two painted likenesses, one male, the other female. For an instant both brother and sister forgot whose eyes were curiously riveted upon their actions, and with their cheeks touching, they en long and lovingly upon the pictured aces, } It was no disagreeable task, judging from the beauty of the one face, tbe proud and manly good looks of the other. , Though the fashion of hair and dress worn by the couple in the locket proved that a good many years had passed by since the like- nesses were taken, they were still clear and dis- nek. plainly the work of no ordinarily skilled and. her head, With a faint sigb, Dinorah raise oward the gently pushing her brother’s hand waiting man, ‘Obeying the impulse, Fremont placed the locket in the grimy paw, saying ss he did so: ‘* That is the likeness of the man I advertised for. It was taken more than twenty years ago, but if you ever met bim in life, you could hardly make a mistake. Examine it cl ecly ve before you answer, for if you deny it, ats - ’ 3 ‘ ‘ = eer i ee 1 th ae nee bee? PEAY tha ree Soa che: % wn. ay Find eee an a hh) pt ie : : ora the truth from your lips, if I bave to extract it with red-bot pinchers.” ‘““Twenty year is a. monstrous long time, boss!” muttered the rascal, with a sly side- glance, while pretending to be very busy ex- umining the portrait. ‘ A mighty longtime, an’ makes a heap o’ change io the mug of a man. It dves look some’at like the critter I used to know, but [ wouldn’t like to say fer sart’in, without takin’ a little more time fer thinkin’.” ‘*Thinking! Of what?” demanded Fremont Metcalf, with dangerous calmness in bis tones, “I bave shown you the letter you wrote, I went to the place you call The Grave, and gave you the card by which you were to reeognize your correspondent. You believed in my rights, then, else you would never bave reveal- ed yourself, would never bave followed me here.” ‘*Mebbe yes, mebbe no.. Mebbe I wanted to make sure fu’st that you wasn’t up to no gum game, boss.” ‘* What do you mean?” ‘*Tnet | wanted some good ’surance you was- n’t one o’ the gang which—” ‘What gang?’ sharply demanded Fremont, as the fellow lowered his voice, glancing warily, almost affrightedly about the room, like one who dreads the vicinity of eavesdroppers, “A gang that’d kill me—you—her—a hun- dred more like us ef they was to even dream o* what I, like a crazy-mad idjit promised to let out!’ Tf not in sober earnest now, Double Bird was proving himself no mean actor. His face turn- ed as pale as the long-accumulating mask of grease and dirt and smoke would permit, His bony fingers quivered and twitched. His bloodshot eyes protruded unnaturally from their sockets and roved swiftly around the room as his-voice, always busky and indistinct, grew still more so as it lowered cautiously.’ The rags which covered his nakedness fluttered as bis gaunt frame trembled. . “They will never be any the wiser for me,’ said Fremont, beginning to believe in the ear- nestness of the rascal. “I pledge you my sacred word of honor never to reveal your agency in this matter, no matter what may bappen.” . ‘Promises won't pay fer good whisky, no more’n they'll pat wind back into a critter that the gang's hed the doctorin’ of. Promises don’t count ’mong the gang or them as they hire fer to trap'a pore critter what thunk be mougbt as well make a little stake fer to keep him from the poor-bouse!” ° The bot-blooded youth could na longer doubt the real aims of the cunning, unscrupulous ras- cal, and with an angry growl, he leant for- ward, grasping the wretch by the throat with one strong hand while the other drew a pistol,. crying sternly: : You've got to sing, Double -Bird!, Out wirh your sweetest tune, or cff-goes the whole top of your ugly cranium!” He ‘CHAPTER VI. HUNTING A FORTUNE AND FINDING— WHAT? AS he spoke, the cold muzzle.of the revolver touched the forehead of the s:ubborn bird who could but would not sing. Dinorah ze a convulsive start, her hand raising as though sbe would .check the action of ber impetuous brother; but then she sunk back on the bed asif resolving to let him settle tbe matter in bis own way. ; . It was an unfortunate movement, if Fremont - Metcalf hoped to frighten the rasce! into imme- diate confession. Even with thet flerce grasp on bis throst, with the deadly weapon staring him full in the face, Double Bird noticed ber action, and shrewdly interpreted it to his owm interest. Surely, if there was any danger of a death-sbot, she would not be 80 cool, so com- osed? ; : He sbrunk a Jittle as he felt the metal come in contact with bis skin, but there was a sulky,, dogged glow in bis eyes that matched his tcnes as he gurgled: ; “Shoot—an’ yell never git any nearder the truth then you be at this minnit!” Tbough he failed to fully realize it, Double Bird was playing with bis own life, just then. Naturally bot tempered and oe acting first and reasoning afterward, Fremont Met- calf meant every word he uttered as bis deadly grip on the hairy throat tightened, as his black eyes glared into the coloring face of the rascal as bis pistol pressed barder until it made ar ring in the flesh. ‘Speak the truth, without further evasion, you dog! Tell the whole truth, or, by the hes- vens ahoveus! you die! J give you ten seconds. to make up yourmind. At the end of that time. you've got to sing straigbt, or you die!” _* An’ you pull bempin Jess’n a bour!” vicious-- ly gurgled the Double Bird, still fancying it but. ascheme to frighten bim into telling all, and: thus cbeat bim of the reward. Dinorah was able to read the face of her bro- ther as if it were a plainly printed page, and now she saw it was time to interfere, if thew were to ever learn the truth — § evil~ looking wretch. Otberwise, so surely as the fierce threat bad crossed his lips, Fremont would - = = mB si Cos eee
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oe 2 yee. fe wee eo FS ae Old. Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. mend a bullet crashing through that plotting, ‘treacherous brain. “Brother,” she said, one white band closing over the revolver in such a manner that the se hammer could only reach the cartridge y first passing through one white finger. 4*Brother, do not act bastly, Try him once more. He may have reasons for hesitating, which we cannot comprehend at once. Release him—for mv sake!” That was suffici-nt, and Fremont Metcalf re- deased the half-strangled wretch, drawing back this undischarged pistol. If fiery and dangerous, these fits of passion were short-lived. And when one had passed, the young man was far easier to deal with than would have been the case bad nd storm-cloud swept across the sky, Double Bird drew a Jong, wheezing breath as that deadiy grasp relaxed, one bony paw finger- ing bis throat as though to make sure it was all ‘there and intact. " His bloodshot eyes turned to- ward Dinorah with a grateful look, and there “was more of truth and earnestness in bis tones than ever before since that peculiar interview ‘began. ‘ “T> you, mom, I’m willin’ to chirp. You're pure whit» an’ the clean erticle, ef ever there was one!” “T only saved you from your own folly,” she gravely repli d, ‘*Wecame here by your own invitation. We proved ourselves the right par- ties, We agreed to pay you your own price for the informatioo you ‘realy admitted you could supply. What more do you want? Woy all this shifting and evasion on your part?” “Fer good cause, or I'm no jedge, mom,” swith another bow and disgusting smirk. ‘‘ Fer our two sakes, as much as fer tiny own hide, ef do say it. Fer let the gang git wind 0’ these doin’s, an’ salt wouldn’t save one nur t’other o’ ms. ‘* What gang are you alluding to?’ Double Bird cast a stealthy glance around thm, suspiciously scanning the top of the parti- tion wails. Then, leaning across the barrel-top, +e buskily muttered: “ The gang that he was mixed up with.” ‘‘Their names? Their location? Who and ~what are they?” E.gerly Dinorah asked the questions, but Dou: le Bird as rapidly resumed his former half- ' dogged, balf-foxy demeanor. * FPa'st L rapt to make sure my Tucker Met- calf is your Tucker Metcalf. That settled, we kin go ahead like a bouse afire! Ef not—ef my man ain't your man—you cain’t ’xpect a critter to stick bis neck in a noose jest fer naught.” Back again fo the old sticking-point! Even Dinorah frowned, while Fremont clisched bis hands in tbe struggle to keép his hot temper from flashing forth with doubled fury. 16 wae trying, indeed! Divorah tapped ber brother on the arm, ris- ing and withdrawing to the further end of the room, beneath the dimly-burning candle in the ‘tin sconce, ‘There is only one way to deal with the erafty rascal,” she whispered, burriedly. “Yield to him in seeming. Tell him the story of—of ‘Tucker Metcalf, since he will not spesk unless, dt can do no harm, that I see.” _ “Only to render bim all the more impudent,” muttered Fremont, irritably. ‘Only to give bim ground for greater extortions, Don’t you @ the mark he is aiming ut, sister?” Yes; but he can never reach the unattain- able,” was the cold reply. ‘‘ Humor bim at the start, and when the fight comes, be will ba less ably ee for it,” syousay. Like you, I don’t see how any paictheblar barm can é } Of the past.” come of telling the story Without another word Dinorah glided back and resumed ber seat on the side of the bed, Fremont once more cceupied the chair placed opposite the dilapidated rascal, and in steady, com , Tuck spoke: a; t sha as you say . Bird.” He ceased abruptly aithe fellow. made a quick anotion of one hand, grio ‘broadly, ‘“‘Durned ef I didn’t clean fergit my man- ners,” be said with a husky chuckle, ‘“ My mame ain’t Bird; erg I writ the letter that way. Nur I didnt sign a lie to it, nuther, ef you look at A thing sorter poetic like. My ‘pame'’s Jay Flicker. That’s what made me think o’ the pictur’ Sack ye see,” Fremout Metcalf bowed, with a little frown of annoyance. He cared little what name the ragged rascal chose to sail under, and was im- ‘patient to get down to sober business, “Thanks, Mr, Flicker, My sister and I have decidud o meet your wishes ‘n every respect, 7 condition that you are to prove equally rank, ** All I ax is to be sure they ain’t no snags nur bt pit holes in the trail abead,” nodded Jay icker. * Prove as [| as your word, and there will ‘be no trouble from gar side, be sure of that,” eonealy retorted Fremont. Prove that your man is my man, an’ [ll we ebirp #0 quick t'll make your head swim,” icker. . ea cke .. “Ia the year 1861, a man named Tucker Met- ‘ 1 : Se aera F nee Pare nee la as < a s4 calf left his home and family in the East, com- ing West in search of a fortune. At that time, | the great creze turned toward the region over which Denver now reigns, and to that quarter Tucker Metcalf bastened, to dig a fortune from the earth,” “Lots of em done it, too!” nodded Flicker, as the young man made a brief pause, eying the bummer closely. ‘‘ Bigger lots of ‘em never raised the color, though!” “That was the case with the person in whom ®-e are most interested, just at present,” re- sumed Fremont, satisfied that as yet Jay | ing Flicker was too honey on guard to be sur- e prised into anything like an admission, ‘For a long time the fortune he sought evaded his | ev r but a little way ahead, grasp, seeming 1 as often evading his almost within reach, but cluteses,” “Gospel truth an’ commen as di: sech | cases,” vodded Jay Flicker. “Yd orte «now, fer hair’t I bin thar, thduean’s o’ times Hain’t I stretched my arfs clean cut @ jint reacbin’ fer the pesky willerwisp? Bet your boots! An’ I bain’t ketcbed the blamething yit—l hain’r!” “So fate seemed to play with Tucker Met- calf,” quietly resumed Fremovt, patiently bear- ing with these blunt interruptions. of times ne wrote home on the very verge of success, only to write again and explain how narrowly be had missed success,” “ Heda fambly, then, did he?” Fremont hesitated before replying, glancing toward Dinorah for counsel. She made a slight gesture of assent, and placing more confidence in her judgment than in his own, Fremont spoke freely: ; “Yes, he hada family. He was happily mar- ried. Both himself and his wife had been brought up in the lap of luxury, never knowing what it was to want for money or aught that their fancy craved. They were rich when they married, but. then erme heavy reverses. Never mind how. Enough tbat they found themselves, if not in poverty, in compara tively cramped circumstances. They ad sufficient to live on, in an bumble way, con red with their former «tation in lifes but Tuci Metcalf was not sat- isfled with this. He was too proud to serve where be bad reigned, and so he started out in search of a fortune. ~ “ He bad one child, a boy, two years old when he left, In afew months more, there came an- other; a little girl baby.” “Which they named her your sister, I “more Dinorah silently signed for him to speak outset, and ing to bide it, Besides, woman-like, she fancied the ruffian would be easier to deal with when once he knew their close relationship to the long missing man. “You are right. She was my sister. Since then, nineteen years have passed, and she is a wom n grown. ‘+ Fine as they make ’em, too!” with a fawn- ing bow, ; ‘* Drop that, if 77 please, my man,” quickly uttered Fremont, his black eyes glowing, ‘* Your compliments are neither agreeable nor necessary. It’s business we met to discuss,” “T didn’t mean no ’fense,” sulkily. “Nor is any taken. Goon, brother.” ‘“ As ‘time went on, the letters written by Tucker Metcalf to his wife came fewer and fur- toer apart. He was spending more time away from the settlements, prospermee: still hoping to strike it rich, still chasing the fortune which ever seemed to elude his grasp by but a hair’s breadth, The oftener he failed, the more stub- born grew bis resolution to never give over un- til one of two things bappened. He would win ricbes, or die in the quest.” ‘With heap odds onto the last, you bet!” “What do you mean?” sharply demanded es ‘Nothin’, on’y io a gin’ral sort o’ way, I wasn’t thinkin’ 6’ your dad in pa’tic’lar, On’y o’ the many pore devils that’ve found a grave whar they looked fer a fortin,” was the quiet reply. _ Tucker Metvalf ge 8 have found the grave, but we know he ‘first found the fortune which had so long eed him. It was in 64 that we heard from him last. He wrote in high spirits a little incoherently, as though his long-de ayed good fortune bad proved almost too much for his sorely tasked brain.» He said that the tide | had turned at last, and poured a golden stream That be was ricb enough to snap | his fingers at those whuse noses turned up at the | reduced family. He had made his fortune, and | re into his lap. was coming bome!” “Which be years hey gone by?” emont leaned across the rude stand and gazed steadily into the eyes of Jay Flicker as ‘the latter slowly uttered these words, more in the shape of an assertion than a query. ~ If there was a cunning. foxy ‘A score | ing gaze. If not perfectly honest in bis deal ings, Juy Fiicker certainly was not wholly lack- in a certain sort of nerve. “No,” slowly added Fremont, sinking back in his seat, his voice growing grave and gloomy. ‘‘ No, Tucker Metcalf never came home, with or without bis long-sought fortune. That joyous letter was the last one ever received. by bis pa tiently waiting wife. Patiently until the days rolled on and mounted up into weeks and montbs. Then her fears grew with the passiv time, and her heart turned sick as she waited. Waited until the day of ber death for the com- ing of the husband whom sbe was fated to never again meet on earth!” 6 That’s the wu’st o’ the cussed gold!” mutter- ed Jay Flicker, bis voice seeming more bogey and thick than usual, “It (urns a man i a machine which keeps a-goin’ an’ a-goin’ ontel it jist w’ars out fer want o’ rest an’ greasin’. An’ jt s'arves the hearts o’ them what cain’t do noth- in? but wait at home, the same way—on’y more so! It’s a bitter cuss, that same gold, when ye Jook at it in tne sober light o’ reason—but it buys mighty good whisky!” Strock by his earnestness, beginning to be- lieve that this was yet another of the victims to the terrible gold-fever, ber hopes growing us she Jistened, Dinorah sunk back with a heart-pang _as he added those flippant words with a sarcastic grin. Surely there was little to hope from this man’s sympathy! He could be touched alone through his pocket. «In ’64, you say was man?” : Fremont bowed, bis face growing paler, “The time suits well enougb. Go on, ef you please.” With a slightly brightened countenance, Fre- mont complied. “Our mother did what she could, though that was little. She bad not much pian, § Her reja- tives were all dead or far away and lost tosigbt. That letter was postmarked at Denver, and there she caused inquiries to be made. Without success, ‘““Some were there who remembered some- thing about Tucker Metcalf, but they could not say where he was nor what bad become of him since be left tbat region two years before. When they last knew of bim, be was poor—so the last hearn o’ your | poor that he often went days without —- i na- ‘““No one could tell anytbing about his. ing a fortune. And when her money was all shoulin’s wonder?” shrewdly ventured Jay | Flicker, his little eyes glowing. / Again Fremont heattsted to repl¥, and once | | could full openly. She was keen enough to divine that | Jay Flicker bad guessed at the truth from the | that nothing could be guined by try- | didn’t do, I reckon, or you | she wouldn’t be lookin’ fer bim bere, after all them | light in those | concerning Tucker bleared eyes, they did not flinch from that burn- | of bis treacherous obstinacy spent, the poor woman knew no more than she had when those inquiries began. “Well, time passed on, Sister and I con- tinued to grow in body end mind, but before we understand what made our mother so sad and sorrowful, she died.” The strong young voice faltered and ceased, Silently Dinorah. stole ber band into bis, and thus tbey sat for several minutes, Jay Flicker innocently staring at the wooden ceiling above his head, softy whistling. Then Fre- mont resumed his story, with recovered com- posure. “When she died, our mother left us to the care of one who had, in those last days of sor- row.and privation, proved a true and faithful friend. Under bis care sisterand I were reared to man and womanhood. From his lips we learned the truth, so far as known, oe Bat fa-. ther. We were then old enongh to realize what it all meant, and when our guardian died short- ly afterward, he left us rent money to take up the search for the missing man. where it was abandoned, years before. ' “‘ Acting on bis advice we advertised freel: in all the papers which were published or which circulated principally in the mining-regions, and one day there came an answer to one 0 those advertisements. What that answer was, you.know.” “T reckon,” slowly uttered Jay Flicker, as the pours man paused and gazed keenly imto his face. : “Tt bade us call at Canaan, and in obedience to it, we set out at once, Now we are bere— now you have acknowledged writing that letter —we will listen to your part of the story.” | “That frind o’ yours left you pritty well fix- eet ficient to pay the price @ have sufficien pay the price you | on your knowledge,” sbortly replied Po af. ‘Jes’ so! Waal, the two stories fit pr even, so fur; but they ain't many sure tb — this yere worl’ that cae I a slip- rit whar into’em. Mebbe ‘d let the ole man take ’notber squint at that pictur’?! Without a word, Fremont Metcalf pushed the His face was white Fen with a light whieh should have warned the rascal who was so cool- words so gently modulated as to entirely escape | the keen fearing of Jay Flicker. Vim cs Be guarded, brovber! Do naught rashly!” payor was a ae 2. mt ag Anat ae: | not misinterpret that steady nD ce, | Jay Flicker must speak out and seth aa bate ope or pay the penalty ~
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' \ a, ot a _ came a sharp pistol-shot! CHISPA CHARLEY— S « “J don’t reckon thar’s two of a kind in this,” slowly observed Jay Flicker, closely scanning the handsome, happy-looking face in the locket. ‘+ Looks a bit finer then he did when I knowed Tuck Metcalf. Different rig onto him; an’ then he hedn’t the time nur the money to spend in gittin’ shaved an’ ha’r cutted, ye see. Yas, I reckon I kin say that your Tucker Metcalf an’ my Tucker Metcalf was one an’ ondivided, like!” ‘¢When did you see bim last? Is he still liv- ing?” eagerly demanded Fremont, his voice strained and agitated. “Your dad, I b’lieve you said? asked Jay Flicker, with provoking deliberation, closing the locket and curiously looking at the richly chased and enameled outside. Dinorah touched Fremont on the hand, and the fierce outburst was delayed, if not entirely quelled. “‘Our father—yes.” “Ready to pay pritty big fer solid news 0’ him, too?” ‘*Elss we should not have come here. The money is ready for you, sir, the moment you convince us that your news is reliable. Every dollar shall be counted out to you.” ‘‘How much did you say, boss?” : ‘“‘-Your own figure—five thousand dollars!” Jay Flicker slowly shook his shaggy head in disapproval. ‘©Tain’t enough, boss,” ‘*What do. you mean, you scoundrel?” cried Fremont, his tone hoarse and strained, ‘ Those are ps own figures!” “Which I ain’t denyin’ of ’em, fur as that goes,” was the deliberate response, though the extortioner shrunk a little from that honest and fiery indignation, ‘That was my size when I writ the letter, but then I didn’t know you was “huntin’ fer a long-lost daddy. My price has riz sence I diskivered that ’portant fact.” With one hand restraining the fiery youth, Dinorah faced Jay Flicker, ber face pale as death, but her voice steady: “Tn one word—your price now?” ‘*-Ye see, mom, this is the idee: When I fu’st writ, I was on a big drunk, an’ didn’t take everythin’ into ’count, I didn’t ‘low fer the resk I was runnin’ from the gang. I didn’t count the chainces o’ thar ketchin’ me sellin’ out thar secruts, Nur I didn’t even so much as ar that it was a dear lost pap you was axin’ er. ** And now?” “(All them things show up mighty big to a pore devil like me, mom—almighty big! Fu’st the resk I run. That’s wu’th all the money I axed you at fu’st, but I don’t want to play the hog with a lady. Then the dad part is wu’th as much more, Say ten thousand fer what I kin tell, an’ it’s a whack!” Still restraining Fremont, Dinorah replied: ‘You ask too much, sir. We are poor. It took every dollar we could raise to come here and offer the sum you first demanded. Re w _ that, and keep your faith, Believe me, be your wisest. course, Such treachery can never ot ail | y icker grinned his defiance, ou don’t dast to try powder or lead, fer I run with the gang an’ they’d make it mighty onhealtby fer even a woman, ef she tromped onto the toes‘o’ one o’ the fambly.” ‘7 have made no threats,” coldly retorted Dinorah. -‘*But I repeat the warning. Take the sum we have raised for you. Tell the true story of Tucker Metcalf, and we will not only bless and thank you, but we will stand between you and the gang which you appear to dread so greatly. Be honest. Do not. forfeit all by striving to grasp too much, Once more, and for the last time: will you take the five thou- pep dollars and give us the promised informa- tion 5 ws p72 rene “It?s too little. Make it ten, an’ it’s a whack!” — ' Without another word Dinorah released the arm of her brother. against the wild, insane fury which filled bis heart. With a hoarse, choking cry, he leaped bg ong ty pm the treacherous villain. ‘¢You devil! you’ve gone too far! I'll tear the secret from your heart, though I hang for murder the next minute!” ; With a crash, the ru nd was overturned. The light went out, rab f / F Rs eee I I ~@ -o*t~ » CHAPTER VII. c \MAN WITH A KECORD. © BUG@® was not feeling very chipper when he reeled out of The Grave, a few minutes- after the precipitate flight of his ‘‘heelers.” The glass was heavy, and flung by a powerful arm. ‘he shock alone was sufficient to lay an ordinarily tough man on the flat of his back for a day or two. Added to the copious flow of blood, and the manner in which he had been treated by Old Forked-Lightning, it was little to wonder at that the man of insects felt like ‘“‘erawling into his hole” for the time being. But this fee did notlast long. For nearly. ling. a year Romeo pa unted the proud title of chieftain th the streets of Case by the fragments of glass. Romeo would bear | ever run ag’in’ one o’ Whether or no such was | _ her meaning, Fremont Metcalf no longer fought ith a shrill scream, Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. ‘ without having to defend his claim. He knew | git even if it takesa leg. But not the ole ’coon,. hysically speaking, | Ro, : : tibut i “* Why not?” fiercely. ‘‘ Didn’t he—” “Say he did, an’ let it go at that, Times in: Canaan now ain’t like they was a year ago. You cain’t hop onto the ole man witbout gittin™ the hull town down onto the gang; an’ that the gang cain’t a’ford, jes’ now—you kaow it, Ro.” that he was a good man, and hence it is not strange that be attributed this immunity to bis personal prowess. But he knew—none better—that it only required a single defeat to strip a chieftain of all previous- ly won laurels. There can be. but one *‘ best man” in a mining-camp, And let the man to whom every knee has been bent in homage for The face of the desperado altered, as though months or even years, once own a victor, and he | he only too readily interpreted the meaning of will find a dozen rivals spring up from among @hat significant tone; but he was like a bulldog” those who, only a day before, were glad to sun | —hard to choke off when onée he saw his prey themselves in his shadow. before him. Scarcely had he left The Grave, before these “ Ale done me dirt all over, cuss him!” ugly and disagreeable thoughts began to flock ‘Somethin’ like that, ’m not denyin’, Ro: through .the whirling brain of the giant bully, Ef it cut so deep ye cain’t bear it, git even; but and with a savage oath heturned to retrace his | not so’s your han’ shows too plain, Tackle him steps, weakness and superstition alike forgotten, | when nobody cain’t shoulder the work on you, Fortunately for him, he was now in the midst | It won’t do to come out in the face o’ day an” of ‘bis gang, and they assumed control of his | do it—you know that.” movements for the time. being. : ‘‘He’s no more’n a man, anyhow,” muttered’ “Ts on’y waitin’ a bit ontel you kin see | the giant, but at the same time casting a wary straight through the double sights, boss,” mat- | glance around as though he felt the assertion tered a husky voice which illy suited one who | was only lip deep at best. claimed to be a bird twice over, even though ‘Good as they make ’em, then,” was the neither are patterns of harmony. grim retort. ‘ But say he’s on’ya man, He “They'd all two both jump ye the fu’st ha’r | cain’t be jumped without the best part o’ the ye showed in the door,” added another. camp takin’ sides with him. An’ the head one: Never mind the peculiar arguments which | would be Chis a Charley. He’son’y a man, too,, they made use of to turn the battered giant | you'll say? aal, Ireckon so. But he’s a man. back, Sufficient that they gained their ends, | that nine out o’ every ten sportin’ men in camp and led the blinded bully away to safer quar- | will foller like he was a king. That’s the sort. ters, o’ man Jie is!” Jay Flicker abandoned the party before it ‘¢ He kin crow loud, but what’s he done?” reached its destination, but if his absence was ‘(All he says, an’ more too. I knowed hing noticed, no comments were made. Somehow | afore he struck this locate. He got a record those who knew him best, appeared to appre- | years ago, an’ one that even you cain’t bold: ciate the Double Bird the least. over, Ro. But let that go. It's settled, then, There were enough left to care for the tem- | that Lyou ain’t to run over Old Forked-Light- porarily fallen giant, and under their expe- nin’? ; one rienced if rude ministrations, Romeo Bugg soon ‘‘Hev it that way ef ye like,” was the sullen: assumed a more reputable appearance. reply. ‘I won't go out o’ my way to tackle By what to them seemed a very lucky chance, | him; but he’s’got to keep his own furrow, white neither of his eyes had been seriously injured | head or not.” ‘Tf he goes out o’ the way to pick onto you, drap him, in course; nobody cain’t blame you fer that. What I am argyin’ ag’in’ is your makin’ a open hunt fer the ole coon. The camp wouldn’t stan’ that, Ro.” ‘““ Waal, it’s the young critter I want the wu’st, anyhow. Ycu ain’t standin’ up fer bim, be ye ’Gene?” tNot enough to do any hurt, Ro. The.gritty re Meage: pumped it into ye too hefty fer that! “Got away with me, eh? Wiped the floor all up, I reckon?’ uttered the desperado, with a sickly but dangerous grin on his plaster-- ed face, “That's what the town will say when it gifs: good spread over, Ro, .It won’t count that he tuck you off your guard. It'll say that you held the drop, but wasn’t tan enough to keep. it. An’ hea tenderfoot, too!” The fellow showed bis hand more clearly, now that he believed he had wrought the giant up to. the wroper pitch. The result proved his judg-- ment right, Romeo Bugg had thoughts only for the young stranger and how to get evem with him, : “The town’ll never hear of it from him,, *Gene. Whar’s my tools, Lax ye once more?” With cheerful alacrity Dibble produced, the: hidden implements of the-desperado’s calling and even buckled the belt about the waist of his chief, saying: a “Thar they be, Ro. I only wanted to make- sure you was your own self fu’st, You’re sure our peepers is fit fer work?” - ‘‘T'}l make ’em fit.” P was ‘Allright. Jest one word more. You want to wipe out all that come off in The Grave, don’t ye?” : J BTR ‘An’ I will, sure!” / ‘HE you say that, et’s’s good ’*s done. , But lis'en, pard. You know you’ve got some. ine- mies in camp. Not open ones, but the sort that stings a feller from bebind an’ under kiver. You don’t want to give them any bigger hold. than they’ve got now, ag es ‘Out with it, durn ye fera lawyer!” grated the giant, his eyes glowing redly. ‘You al’ays: travel a mile to kiver a rod, Out with it in plain words.” | “ Jest as you say, Ro, It’s for rope own good. that I’m doin’ so nig a bit o’ thinkin’. I waat you to git hunk with the boy, an’ at the same time putt a bit ’twixt the teeth o’ them as is_ on’y too glad to git a chaince o’ backbitin’ ye. | ‘Now, ef you was to jump the critter on sight whut would they pertend fer to b’lieve? the scars of that encounter to the grave with him; his nose would never be as straight nor as comely as of old, since the bridge was thorough- ly crushed; but mere comeliness of person and regularity of features counted for very little in the estimation of one who had ‘“ hed no use fer wimmiu” since the hour he left his mother’s breast. “What does it add up to, anyhow?” said one of his chief assistants, with the lofty indiffer- ence to trifles which mark one who sees, but suffers not, **‘A scratched up face, which I’ve see’d a heap wusscome 0’ tryin’ to kiss a ole maid ag’in’ her will. A nose that’ll smell a drink o? bug-juice or a fight jes’ as fur’s it ever did. In a couple 0’ ae you won’t know you atity’s glasses, onless it’s when you happen to ketch a glimp’ o’ the boy as did the tossin’.” oe That conclusion was like flaunting a red rag in the face of a banderilla maddened bull. With a roaring curse, Romeo Bugg leaped to his feet, scattering his ‘‘ heelers” like chaff be- fore the wind, though his rage was not dir toward them. : “Gi? me back my tools, cuss ye!” he snarled, glaring about. him in quest of his belt of wea- pons which had been removed from his person while under treatment. ‘‘ Eyes or no eyes, I’m gwine to cut that young cock’s comb ef it kills me! No sech runt shell.bev a chaince to make his brags that be got the best o’ Romeo Bugg. Gi’ me my tools!” _“Sart’in you shell bey ’em—why not?” sooth- ingly answered one of the gang, a covert glance assuring him that the weapons were securely hidden, ‘‘ It ain’t one o’ your fri’ndsas ’!1 deny ye, ole man, when—” i “ Durn the palaverin’—whar’s my tools?” “Ready fer you, when you're ready fer them, never fear.” ** Ain’t I ready? ri—” . , “No you won’t Ro,” was the cool retort, and the tall man boldly confronted the fuming des- perado, one hand on his pistol while the other was sbaken significantly before the bandaged face. ‘ You’re goin’ to listen to a fri'nd,” ‘* You cain’t choke me off o’ that—” “‘Nur I don’t. mean to try,” was the blunt in- terruption, “ Ef you didn’t take it up, I would, fer the credit o’ the gang. An’ it’s fer that same credit I’m talkin’ now, You come mighty nigh gittin’ the wu’st of it, a bit back, Why? Beca’se you Jet your mad git away with your good sense. You’d do itall over ag’in ef I was to let ye beleh out now, hafe-cocked. An’ wuas then th at, you’d raise the bull town ag’in’ the ‘OT ain't you I ax fer teachin’, "Gene Dibble,” sullenly. ‘ ‘“'Tain’t me that would offer sech, ef you was your own self, Ro. But you ain’t. That tum- ler sorter knocked ye off yer base, an’ I’m try- in’ to set_ye back onto it ag’in. Who was you goin’ fer, ef I hedn’t stepped atween, jes’ now?!” ‘‘ Fu’st fer that dandy runt, an’ then fer the ole cuss!” | a “* Didn’t 1 know it?” with a erat abe ain’t countin’ the young feller. He knocked you down, an’ you're boun’ in fightin’ honor to Cuss you, ‘Gene Dibble, sech vantage as Made your work sart’in sure without any resk to your own self, That’s. what they'll say, Ro.” - ‘‘ Not afore my face, they won’t!” _ ‘ It’s words ahind one’s back that sticks the- thar ontel they works clean in to the hide; then you hey to dig’em out, Don’t give ‘em the chaince. Do this job up in ship-sbape fashion, way then.” ah ei ara h “ Anyway, jest so it comes off.” Ne’ll take a over to the Oc ne Ae ee iy ; 5 bof ¢ - ae an a wn eae DE Le eee Ses “That you tuck hjm from abind, or got some — tizhtest, Ro. You cain’t feel ’em or see’em Ro; make it ’cordin’ to Hoyle, an-it’s all your Fier do you like this programme?’ a} ay} apes awe do. vase tan Site tap GESEra re ‘4 tt Sonne Oo — WH 6 4.4.7 a de a a ee ee. in aw Pe on ie! wy “ee yh
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aie ll The young feller hangs out thar. when he come in an’ putt down his name. We'll ax fer him, civilly an’ I see him | bound with wide silk braid, Wearing n he showed an unusual quantity of linen, ruffled ca’mly. Ef he | and richly embroidered witb silk, A collar, shows up, you'll tell him he ain’t no man ef he | broad and unstarcbed, was fastened at his don’t give you a chaince fer to git even. Ef he | throat with a curious nugget of native gold. don’t—waal, you'll jest leave word that you're | Like ornaments served instead of buttons on on the war-path, red-hot. meet, you kin drap him in as big a hurry as you please, an’ nobody cain’t say a word,” Through all this the gang had listened intent- Wy, confining their part to whisperings and nod- ings whenever some point struck them favor- ably or otherwise, But now, as their chief in- stinctively glanced toward them, as though to see how the idea of Eugene Dibble struck them, a choras of approval burst from their lips. Naturally enough. By following the line laid out, they were sure of seeing some sport, with- out any danger to themselves. And it may be doubted whether many of them cared one grain of sand which of the prospective duelists came out on top. Such is the nature of the beast! Chief though he proclaimed himself, Romeo Bugg dared not run counter to such a strong tide, and with sullen fierceness he inspected his weapons, putting fresh cartridges in each pistol | and assuring himself that the cylinders revolved | freely. His cunning point won, Eugene Dibble grace- fully retired into the background, leaving Bugg to engineer the rest for himself. He knew that, once started in a certain groove, the big des- perado was too sluggish of mind to easily be cast out of it. And with the grim pleasure of a cunning man who sees another doing bis work for bim, he watcbed and waited. . There was little delay, after Romeo Bugg bad fairly assumed the lead. He knew where bis enemy was in ety | as he preferred to call it, and at the head of his tough gang, he left the isolated shanty and sallied forth, bound for blood! Taking a cross-cut, the Occidental Hutel was reached without encountering any one who could possibly carry the alarm to the intended Victim, and with a rare degree of order for men of their class, they mounted the steps and filed into the combined bar and office. At first glance the place seemed deserted by all save the worthy host himself, and Romeo Bugg strode up to bim with the air of one who meant business, pore and unadulterated. “« How, Uncle John,” he exclaimed, in a voice which he meant to make bluff and hearty. ‘‘ Whar kin a man find a spruce young critter as hangs out here—calls hisself Bullcalf, or some sech outlandish name?” “* Metcalf, I reckon you mean?” “Durn the name! It’s the man I’m wantin’. Whar is he?” _ Honest John Forbes did not reply immedi- ately. He had no particular love for the big desperado, while he had taken quite a fancy to his young boarders from the East, True, he had not heard of the quarrel that)evening at The Grave, and Fremont Metcalf, before going up to his room, had particularly directed him to send up to that room ra 4 person who might call and fiquire for him. But Forbes saw that Romeo Bugg had been engaged in some sort of a row, and from the manner in which he spoke, fancied he had no love for young Metcalf. ‘He hain’t skun out, hes he?” growled Bugg; erating his teeth savagely. ‘‘He hain’t run away ’thout payin’ bis debts?” e “What does he owe you?” ; “A Jife, durn an’ double durn his mazzard! Call him down to face his master, or we'll go through your ole shebang as—” “Won't I do jast as well?” asked a clear, mellow voice. Quick as thought Romeo Bugg wheeled and faced a wan who had until then been sitting uietly in one corner, partially hidden by the oor, reading a newspaper. **Ohispa Charley!” } “Exactly, my dear fellow,” bowed the other, showing a set of remarkably fine teeth. ‘And entirely at your service.” Romeo showed his teeth a little, but it was after anything but a savage fashion. Indeed, despite Lis claim to being a “big chief” of, Canaan, he was plainly afraid of this cool, lite sport, whom people called ‘‘The Mau ith a ord.” Save for a ‘certain suspicion of flashiness in dress and profusion of jewelry, the man who oWned to the peculiar name of ‘*Chispa Char- ley,” might easily have been mistaken for a business or professional man, off on a vacation. He was a little above the ordinary hight of Americans, lacking a couple of inches of touch- ing the six-foot standard. His figure was strong and muscular, without being in the least clumsy. His movements were graceful, quick, lithe and easy. His head was well balanced, his hair cropped short, curling in tiny rings of jetty darkness, lying close to his skull. His ace was smooth-shaven, the features strong and resolute, rather than handsome. Except when he smiled; then, with firm red lips, even, white teeth, a dimple in each cheek and an- other in the center of his chin, Chispa Charley looked like. an entirely different person from the terrible fighter he bad the credit of being. He wore coat and pantaloons of black velvet, Then, when . you | both sbirt and coat, | around his neck, attached to a watch hidden in his waistband, A band of the same precious Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. 0 vest, | fect, looking dazed and. bewildered, gasping | ; i] j A chain of nuggets bung | ‘“‘chispas” encircled bis white hat; and of them | all—nearly a hundred in number—not one but | what ape es just asit had been taken from | the eart. A gold-studded belt of black leather encir- cled bis trim waist, and though no weapons | were visible from the front, both friends and enemies knew that Chispa Charley never went without them, waking or sleeping. As though -by chance, Chispa Charley had placed himself between the roughs and the door, Romeo Bugg saw this, and it by no means decreased his uneasiness. He feared this cool, devil-may-care sport, though when out of his presence he affected to hold him and his prowess in high scorn, “T hain’t got no quarrel with you, Chispa Charley,” he said, with an ugly ggin that had a double purpose; to serve as a defiance in the eyes of his mates, while it should conciliate the gambler. ‘* Which is the same as saying that you have with Fremont Metcalf?’ easily retorted the sport. “Ef I hev, what is it to you?” sulkily. “One moment, my dear fellow; don’t get ahead of the schedule, please? You come here to pick a quarrel with an inoffensive young fel- low. With a man who isa stranger in town, a new hand to our wild and woolly customs, A man who, I dare say, never saw a shot fired in business style. And you call yourself a chief— a big fighter, right from head water!” “They’s a matter atween him an’ me that'll take blood to wash out!” : “So much the worse for you, Romeo,” was | the careless reply. ‘* What you mean by that?” “Business, Romeo; business clear up to the handle!” laughed Chispa Charley, showing his white teéth. ‘‘Ever since I bung out my sbin- le in Canaan, I have tried to keep the camp at east half-way decent, though you and your gang have made it mighty difficult. business. Being a bashful fellow, if I have got a record, I’ve let a good many things pass without saying much, rather than push myself forward, But the line must be drawn somewhere, and I draw it deep, right here! “You call yourself a bad man and a mighty fighter. Now instead of picking on an inoffen- sive stranger, why don’t you prove your sand by tackling a man with a record?” ‘*T hain’t no quarrel with you,” sulkily mut- tered Romeo, . ‘“You'll have to have one, if you think to crowd Metcalf.” «J didn’t know he’s a fri’nd o’ yours,” “T wouldn’t know him from a side of sole leather! Never met the gentleman in my life— but I know he is agentleman, else you wouldn’t be pickin a row. with him. : “Old Forked-Lightning gave me the office, and asked me to take bis hand for. the rest of the game. He bad torun from the whisky, else he’d have seen the — through himself. To please the old gent, I said I’d hang around and offer myself to you as a substitute, if your ap- petite really demanded the blood of-a fresh vic- tim. When will you begin to devour me?’ Romeo Bugg, flushed, stung to the quick by the careless scorn which filled every word, every look of this dare-devil ‘sport, glanced quickly around at his comrades. If he hoped for aid from them, he was doomed to disappointment. Though ten to one, the roughs were plainly cowed! : “Make it a free game, if these gentlemen like,” carelessly uttered Chispa Charley, rightly interpreting that glance, Before any reply could be made, there came a startling interruption. from above stairs. loud crash—the shrill scream of a woman—the report of a pistol! ‘Good Lawd!” gasped Honest John, starting toward the hall. ‘‘lt’s Miss Metcalf! Devil’s work goin’ on—help, gents!” Prompt as were his movements, those of Chispa Charley were still more active, and be- fore one of the others had stirred, the Golden Nugget Sport was out of the office and half-way up the steep stairs. Was it instinct that led him direct to the room occupied by Dinorah Metcalf? Or was he better acquainted with the new-comers than he professed? Be that as it may, one thrust of his broad shoulders sent the frail door from its fastenings and let a faint light in on a thrilling, tragic scene, One glance, then he darted to where a rude lamp was hanging at the bead of the stair- way, snatched the light down and. hastened back, in company with Honest John Forbes. Dinorah Metcalf was lying partially on the bed, her white face turned upward, like one done with this life forever. Fremont Metcalf was just staggering to his penny. lood was streaming freely over his ace, making a startling contrast to the ghastly paleness of his skin. Im his rigbt band he clutched a revolver. Only for an instant. Then, as he caught sigbt of the white face of his sis- ter, he dropped the weapon and staggered to her side, a gasping, incoberent cry parting his ips, And there, by the overturned stand, lay an- other form, motionless, stilland ominous, And creeping slowly along the bare floor toward the horrified witnesses, was a red rivulet. It was blood, ———e from the veins of the man lying so still. rom the veins of Jay Flicker, And he was dead, with a bullet through bis heart. CHAPTER VIII. THE DEAD MANS CHAMPION. At a single glance Chispa Charley took all this in, and bis first impulse was to sbut the terribly significant details out from all else; but there was no time for that. Close at his heels puffed and panted Honest John Forbes. Not far bebind him eame wad- dling the fat hostess of the’ Occidental. And already the alarm bad spread over the house, the dark corridor beginvigg to fill with curious witnesses. For one moment he hesitated, his eyes glow- ing redly; then his resolve was taken, There must be no appearance of fear or anything like concealment, * Honest Jobn brushed past the sport and dropped on his knees beside the motionless body from under which stole that terribly significant red rivalet. He lifted the head to bis knee, bending it back so as to bring the rays of the dimly burning lamp upon it. It needed but a single glance to satisfy two important points; the identity of the man and that he was indeed dead. Tbis was not the first time Honest John bad been called on to make similar examinations in the course of his checkered life. ; “Jay Flicker—an’ too dead to skin!” There was more of wonder than of eacite- ment in bis tones and less of regret than either, - Least of all did it contain anything like a charge of wrong-doing, but with a sharp, agonized cry, Fremont Metcalf started up from his kneel- ing position beside his senseless sister, a wild light in his staring eyes, his face deeply lined and haggard, “Its a lie! I never killed him! I nevereven touched him with such intent! There were others in the room, who—” With a swift stride Chispa Charley crossed the intervening space and grasped the half- crazed youth by the arm, his other palm drop- ping firmly across the trembling lips, cutting the wild speech short, ‘“‘ For your life, keep silent!” he bastily mut- tered, gover, | his head so that no other ears could catch his words. ‘‘ Lock your lips and utter not a syllable until you bave fully re- covered your senses. It’s a true friend that bids you,” Mechanically Fremont Metcalf obeyed, but as the Man With a Record rose erect and’ glaneed around the increasing crowd of wit- nesses, his white teeth came together with an almost savage click, He saw that those wild words had been beard and would be remem- bered, to be repeated whenever called for. Outside the room, but still plenty near enough to see and hear all that might pass Within the chamber, were Romeo Bugg and the members of ‘his especial gang. Little chance that they would forget a single damning point, or give the wretched young man the benefit of aedoubt. For one instant Chispa Charley almost re- solved to clear the crowd away. by force of arms, if necessary; but that idea was abandon- ed almost as soon as born. Any attempt at secrecy at this stage of the lamentable affair would, in the end, make matters look still worse for Fremont Metcalf. There must be good and reliable witnesses to all their movements from this on until the end was reached, “Fall back, genis, and. give room for Mrs. Forbes; there’s a young lady suffering’ here. Make room—or shall I?” There was, so to speak, a cold fierceness in his last words that acted like magic. The crowd- ing ranks opened and rolled back, leaving the entrance clear. Sobbing, panting, looking as though she had been half-squeezed tu death by the excited spectators, the corpulent landlady reached the bedside. . Fremont Metcalf stared at her half-vacantly for an instant, then grasped her arm with a trembling hand, whispering: “They haven’t killed her, too? She is alive?” Instantly Chispa Charley was beside him, his firm, magnetic touch checking the outburst which the sport dreaded. Glancing rapidly over the crowd, Chispa Charley uttered: “ Some one of you go for the doctor.” ‘* And the marshal, while you are about it!” Chispa Charley started, a momentary frown contracting his brows ashe heard tbat clear, cold voice, It proceeded from the lips of one whom he had not before known was among the
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| fist. The colonel steppe - band comin: 9 a + mis eB, a a 12 Old Forked-Lightning, the Sol itary. sm NN EY AE STS IS ESI =m Sane ace al ae RRS Se SETA YY aaa witnesses, but he saw him now. And he knew that any objection which he might raise would as surely be turned to the disadvantage of the young man whom he had sworn to befriend. “Thank you, Colonel Teemer,” be said, with a brief nod avd fleeting smile. ‘‘ You took the words from my mouth, The marshal, too, of course,”* Betsy Forbes, as big in heart as she was in frame, as motherly as corpulent, had been giv- ing all her attention to the motionless form which lay across the bed. A heaving sigh told how greatly she was relieved when she;saw that Dinorah was in a swoon, rather than the em- brace of death. And relieved from this tragic fear; as she glanced around at the curious crowd, her womanly nature found vent iu an indignant explosion: “You John! look at them gawpin’ critters! Clear the room o’ the bull kit, unless you want me to do it! Send’em packin’, this minnit! _ It'd scara the seventeen senses out o’ the poor gal ef she was to comé to an’ see ’em all gawpin’ at her, like she was a travelin’ menadgery! You John !” z. “You hear, gents?’ said. Honest Jobn, ex- tending his'arms and waving them mu+h as he might if trying to clear a garden of a drove of intruding swine, ‘The majority promptly fell back, but one man pped forward; the same ~ ‘whom Chispa Charley had addressed as Colonel Teemer. , * Let the room be cleared, by all means, save of a responsible few to take charge until the roper Officers arrive,” he said, his voice sound- ng cold and hard, ‘But the proper way will be for you to convey the young lady to some other room.” “1d like to know what you got to say 'bout it?’ snapped the landiady, sharply. “ This is her own room, duly ’gaged an’ paid for. Bet- ter get out, you!” “Tt belongs to the law just now, my dear madam,” with a low bow and icy smile, ‘* Tuere bas been murder done, and—” Chispa Charley stepped forward, slightly showing bis teeth. * Are you not taking a good deal for grant- ed, colonel?” For answer, the colonel pointed to the pros- trate form as it Jay in a slowly-widening pool of its own blood.” «* All killings are not to be called murder.” ‘‘ Until they are proven to be justifiable homi- cide they are, I believe,” _ For an instant Chispa Charley hesitated. In that brief space Colonel Darius ‘leemer drew frightfully near bis own grave, it the truth must be told. If be was aware cf the fact, not a change of muscle told as mucb, Cold and stiff he stood before the Gold Nugget Sport, a champion of the dead man. ‘Stan’ ap to him, kunnel!” came a peculiar, neaking voice from the gloomy hall, ‘‘ Fa’r play fer Jay Flicker!” One keen glance in search of the speaker, then Chispa Charley gracefully gave way, say- ing: F'gince they put it in that light, let it be as you wish, colone!. The lady shall be taken to some ether room.” rhe “Thank you, sir. I The sentence was cut short by the landlady bluntly pushing bim to one side to make room for Crispa Charley, who gently lifted the un- conscious maiden in his arms and bore her from the room. f i a Frenvont Metcalf, still stunned, still bewil- dered, started to follow his sister, but Colonel Teemer instant! ee ore “You can’t leave this room for the present, sir,” be said, in cold, harsh tones, pushing tho “ te an back with his left hand, the other roung Mm: ; halt-nidden behind his hip. “She's my sister—they’ve murdered ber toc!” muttered Fremont, passing one hand across his bloody brow. “Your | is in good hands for the pres- ent, You will only injure your own case by trying to leave this room.” ; “Tam going to her—my sister! She is all I have left, now! Who are you, sir?’ with asud- den outburst of baughty rage and_ surprise. | . dilemma the colonel would select. everybody present knew bim more or Jess well; not One, however, could claim.any ivtimecy. ‘I'm not to be drawn off on a side issue, just at present, Mr. Hampton. After this affair is settled, I may see fit to ask au explanation of your very obtuse jest. _Marshul, do your sworn duty—arrest that young man!” Dave Long looked irresolutely from one to the other for a moment, then muttered to Chispa Charley, apologetically: * You see? I’ve got to do it, old man!” An impatient motion of the sport’s hand checked him, ‘Colonel, do I understand you aright?” ‘‘ Wasn't my words plain enough?” coldly re- torted the other. ‘‘ Then I'll speak them over. Jay Flicker bas met bis death by foulmeans. I charge yonder young man with being bis assas- sin. I demand that you, Marshal Long, arrest him for that murder, and bold bim in charge until bis guilt can be proved!” “That's your record, Colonel Darius Teemer, is it?’ and Chispa Charley drew his athletic fig- ure ercet, bis dark eyes flashing wickedly. “Very well, Now Jisten to mine. ‘“‘Fremont Metcalf is my friend, brought a foul charge against bim. You have You have got to prove that charge is true in every respect, or I will do my level best to convince you thata mistake of this'‘sort is worse than a crime!” There was not a trace of excitement in his voice or manner, but even those to whom be was a comparative stranger, could not for an instant doubt that Chispa Charley meant every word hesaid—more: that Colonel Darius Teemer would bave to eat bis words or else meet the Man With a Record in a duel that could only end in the death of one or both, The crowd was eager to see which horn of the Nearl The colonel was from Tinker’s Dam, a ways down country, and there he reigned almost su- prema, that section, owning many paying claims, in addition to the widely known mine, Better Yet, the yearly out-put of which mounted high into toe hundreds of thousands, He was the heaviest capitalist in all A tall, portly, well-preserved man, whose fifty odd years had barely sprinkled his jetty hair and whiskers with silver, he was probably as good a man, physically speaking, at that mo- ment as ever before since attaining his major- i ty. Though he had been in business for years in the rough mining regions, the colonel bad never, so far as the public could say, ‘‘ made his record” in duel or street affray. And it was to ree whether he was lacking in that prime requisite of western popularity, ‘‘ sand,” the crowd so eagerly waited.’ ; that “T think I comprehend your meaning, Mr. Hampton,” the colonel said, speakiols slowly, ° coldly, bis strong face hard-set, pretensions to being a fire-eater. a row with you; but if I am attacked, 1 sball do what I can to defend myself. All your “T make no I don't want bluster cannot muke me alter: my devermina- tion to see jastice awardad theguilty., I stand by the Jaw, and I call ou these gentlemen to aid me in having it carried out, let the blow fall where it ate 5 There was @ little stir among the spectators that showed how agreeably they viewed this appeal from the rich man, and ag harley saw that he would only prejudice his case by pulling directly against the tide, “Very well, colonel; we will let the personal side of the matter drop out of sight for the present, since it goes against your stomach, I never crowd an unwilling adversary, — “You appeal to the law, You love the law. You want these gentlemen to help you enforce the law. Allright. I take the same trail and follow your lead. You ordered Dave Long to arrest a murderer, I believe?” ie The colonel bowed posted by this sudden changing of tactics. bat did it portend? **OF course you or Dave can show a warrant for arrest?” / “There is none needed, when the assassin is caught red-handed, in the very act of murder!” cried the colonel, quickly. ‘You saw the deed with your own ore, Meee ou were present when the shot wus , of course?” ' The colonel flushed hotly, then grew pale. «“ You know I was not,” he muttered, sourly. “T thought so, but your {ive manner made me almost believe my brain was growing soft, or that my eyesight bad gone back on me, bad J” laughed Chispa Charley, with a p) - ness that seemed grotesque, with that bloody corpses lying nigh. “There is proof enough,” soars somes the corpse. ‘“ You yourself found body lying ge 1g saw that young man drop the istol with which the crime was committed. So have beard more tban one of these gentlemen state,” the colonel added, turning again toward the crowd, - ‘ ; ‘Ef he didn’t, a good dozen o’ us did 2 eried Romeo Bugs. ee Chispa Charley glanced scornfully toward the giant, whose plastered face rose above those in ront of bim, but he deigned no reply to the hostile outburst, : ~~ et ee ht Oe ar Fe ee
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orto aa~’ & ew 7's ee I te i = _ Old Forked-Ligh — “Tt is the law you asked for, colonel, not vague supposition nor idle guess-work,” be said, coldly. “‘P’m going to give you the Jaw in heroic doses, never fear. There can be no mur- der without acorpse, Where is that corpse?” “At your feet, man!” irritably uttered the mine-owner. ‘I see something that looks as though: it might possibly be the body of a man; but the law bas not pronounced him dead. | I believe it was the law you wanted?” A short laugh broke from one in the crowd, and Chispa Charley suffered a faint smile to momentarily curl his lip. He saw that the witnesses were beginning to shift their posi- tions; that the tide was beginning to turn his way. “This is worse than nonsense!” growled Teemer, “Ti is the Jaw you fell in love with a bit ago, colone},” bowed Hampton, mockingly. ‘‘ Don’t go back on your true love, I beg of you: I aven't showed you bulf its beauties, yet. ‘You charged my friend with being a mur- derer! Where do you find the law for that?” Teamer doggedly pointed to a corpse. ** Still barping ov the old string? The music has fled from it forever, colonel, dear! Nota note left, play you never so adroitly, In the first place, the jaw has never pronounced that the body of a man, It has not said that body is dead, If dead, it has yet to decide what killed bim, For all you or I know, he may have comitted suicide!’ ‘Bah! that is rank folly!” “Nevertheless it is law—and law you were bound to have, colonel,” laughed the Gold Nug- get Sport; then bis manner abruptly changed to one stern and cold. “T am a law-abiding citizen, in every respect, and the man does not live who can truthfully say L ever flew in the face of law, This young man is a stranger in our midst. He bas got Over bead and ears into trouble, neither you nor I can say exactly bow, That constitutes him my friend, though I never met or inter- changed a word with him before this hour. ‘If it be fairly proven that he is a murderer, let bim pay the penalty. But until the law de- clares that a murder bas been committed—un-. til the coroner sits on that body and the law- fully sworn coroner's jury brings in a verdict | of guilty against Fremont Metcalf—all Canaan cannot arrest him without first walking over my body! If you think so, Colonel Teemer, try it on !” * ’ apidly these words issued from the firm lips of the gambler, and as the last defiance passed them, Chispa Charley drew a brace of revol- vers, glistening with gold, and took his stand before the pale young stranger. ; é CHA RIX. ‘PREPARING FOR THE WORST. CoLroneL TEEMER involuntarily recoiled a pace as Cuispa Charley shot out that defiant challenge. His usually florid face turned asben gray. ‘and something that was almost féar came nto his dark eyes. Only for an instant did he suffer these symptoms to betray him, however. Swift and crafty bis ayes Yoved over the crowd just outside the chamber of death. He re : he could depend a 1d some there on w for almost any sort of work, but there were otbers whom he could not so entirely trust— some’ bo ‘actually seemed on the point of cheering the bold speech of the steel-nerved ‘It was a frightfully bitter pill for one so proud and self-loving to swallow before s0 Many witnesses, but Colonel Teemer was far being an idiot. He knew—or thought he knew—that he had the majority of hands among the crowd of witnesses. He believed they would fight hard and stubbornly in obedi- ence to a single word from bim; but would it be worth the cost? ‘ ‘Ashort, low Jaugh came from the lips of the Man With a Record; evidence at once of bis remarkable nerve and the keenneés of his per- ceptions. ‘TJ wouldn’t if I were you, colonel. It would break the law you love so dearly all to pieces, to say nothing of still dearer things, Your dogs might bark, but your ears would never hear them.” “As you say, this is no a for a personal row,” coldly replied the colonel, once more bis former self. “That row will never coms off, unless you try to impose on goo nature, dear sir, or to curtail the natural rights of my friend, Mr, Metcalf. You bave had your say-so, and I've ‘given you mine, It only remains to carry out eee. the other. If you are the strongest, no do ibt your idea of the law will come out on bere was a brief pause. Colonel Teemer shrugged his broad shoulders, dropping his gaze to the silent form lying on the floor almost be- tween them. Chispa Charley regarded him for oment, then glanced rapidly over the men thout, He saw that Romeo Bugg and his wel ill banging on the out- Sane one : al w vi some sort of a consultation was taking place be- s close together, as though tween them. If this surmise was true, it was not difficult to guess against whom those delib- erations were directed. : During all this, Fremont Metcalf had remain- ed silent, as brain still confused, bis senses in a mad whirl, though be .was slowly getting the better of bis strange imental weakness. The wild lignt was dying away in his eyes, The ghastly pallor of his face was lessening as bis shattered powers gradually came together in something like their natural order. After that keen, searching glance over the crowd, Chispa Charley Sorsiot his geze toward the young man, the hard light in his eyes grow- ing softer as he noticed the blood still running down the pale face, ‘Doctor, will you kindly take a look at my friend?” “Tf he will permit me—certainly,” was the prompt reply, for Doctot Peter Peters was one of the most kindly «and open-hearted men in the world, in love with his profession and ready at any time to exercise bis skill without a thought of fee or reward—until afterward. {ghorant how far his friend had recovered, Chispa Charley turned to make sure the doctor was rightly received, It was but foran instant, but when he turned again, hesaw the right kand of tbe colonel drop to the side of its own- er, while one or two men from the outer edge of the crowd were making all baste down the stairs. The face of the Man With a Record grew dark- er and his j-tty eyes snapped vividly. What sig- nal had been given? What new line of play had the colonel taken up? And, above all, what cause bad the colonel for so persistently trying to run Fremont Metcalf down to death? Under the nimble, practiced hands of Doctor Peter Peters, the injury Fremont had received was examined and dressed as far as necessary. lt was nothing very serious; a sharp blow on the head had partially unsettled the already overtasked brain. The skull was not injured. The scalp wound would soon heal, and the loss of blood was more apparent than rea). All this, in less time than it takes to record the fact, and while Chispa Charley was trying to solve the meaning of that signal. That it meant his new friend no good, he felt confident, He had time to give it no further consideration, and the instant the deft fingers of the doctor ec mpleted their work, his lips parted, his voice cold and stern: “Gentlemen: you have heard the little dis- cussion between the colonel and myself. I don’t ask you which one you side with, because there is only one right side to the matter, and I will not insult men of yourcaliber withhintiug tbat ( you could take the wréng one. I will simply say this: § hy am going to take this gentleman, my par- ‘ticular friend, to his siste iéve the minds of them both. If he is wanted for anytbing par- ticular, you will know where to look for him. Until then, permit us to bid you avery good- evening!” Like one entirzely at bis ease, Chis Cuuhy turned on bis be@] and took Fremont Metcal if thearm, But those whose eyes are the keenest, saw that his unoccupied right band covered the major portion of a revolver. At this moment there’was a rapid trampling on the stairs as of several persons hastily as- | cending, and Colonel Teemer turned swiftly in that direction, the motion carrying him’ be- tween the door and the Man With a | Fes rd, ‘‘Hyar he is, kunnel—be’s comin’!” cried a man who ran burriedly through the narrow hall. ‘Make way thar, you critters—make way fer the crowner!” ; There was a peculiar glitter in the black eyes of the colonel as be turned just in time to see Chispa Charley draw the arm of the accused -man through his own, that betrayed his agency ic this arrival; but the Gol Mugget Sport gave no sign of uneasiness or anger, voice cool and steady: ‘*Open a passage, if you please, gents; it’s too warm weather for crowding to be either com- fortable or healthy. Colonel, you are blocking the way. Oblige me?” ‘“‘The coroner is here, Wait until the affair is settled in accordance with the law as you laid it down, Mr. Hampton,” The tone in which these words were uttered was such that the most fastidious could not have objected to it, but there was a glittering fire in the eyes of the speaker that showed he fancied an important point gained... Not so Chispa Charley. His red lips curved in a pleasant smile, but it was something like the playfulness of a tiger. ‘Sorry to cross your hopes again, colonel,” he said, his tones smooth and even as silk, ‘* but I never go back of my, word when it is once passed. T said I was going to take Mr, Metca'f to the room where his sister is awaiting” him. You are barring the passage. Oblige me?” His right hand moved suddenly and rested for an instant ov the shoulder of the man from Tioker’s Dam. Something harder than flesh and bone gently tapped ul he instinctively glanced downward, the colonel cau a glienpan of a polished pistol-barrel ithout another word he stepped aside, ‘qnd tning, the Solitary. at shoulder, and as 13 with. Fremont Metcalf on his arm, Chispe Charley passed through the doorway, the crowd dividing to give him free passege. Nor was a hand lifted to ber his passege. Nota word of objection was uttered, even by Ri meo Bugg and his evil gang of desperadoes. It was only one man among nearly aseore; but that man had a record to which not one of those present cared greatly to add by seriously obstructing bis march. Perhaps the glittering pistol, now fully revealed, one «bite finger in- side the trigger guard, had scmetbirg to do with theremarkable unanimity which governed their actions, A low, mocking laugh broke frcm the lips of the dare-devil sport as they cleared the ranks, ‘‘It was easier done then I anticipated,” he uttered, with a careless glance over one shoul- der. pected to see some genuine biting.” ‘‘After so much growling, I really ex- “Thanks to your nerve,” buskily uttered Fre- mont, seeming far more nearly his usual self, since the skillful ministratiors of Dr, Peters. “Tr didn’t take so much nerve to face down those varlets—hardly a true man among them all,” laughed Chispn Charley. Then his tone suddenly changed as be came to a halt not far from a closed door, over the top of which came a dim light. This room was situated at the opposite corner from the one in which Jay Flicker hed met his death. person near the chamber of death, and was only to be gained by a side passege, similar to the one first used. It was hidden frem the view of any ‘*T suppose L owe you an apology for taking your case so entirely in my own hands, Mr. Metcalf.” said Chispa Charley, speaking bur- riedly, his voice grave and earnest. “Tt was the act of a true friend, and I am more grateful than I can find werds to ex- ress,” said the young man, his voice broken bis eyes dimming. ‘I was all broken up. I didn’t | know what I was doing cr saying, and— “Let it goat that, my friend,” kindly inter- rupted the gambler. ‘Time is too precious to waste in idle words. You are not yet out of danger. You have bitter enemies, who seem determined to bring your neck to a noose.” “They cannot! I have done nothing to de- serve—’ ‘ Pape: A white hand slipped gently over bis lips. ‘“‘Tf all who stand inside of Canaan’s limits this night were to receive their just deserts, me- thinks it would make a most edifying picture— but let that go, Justly or unjustly, my dear sir, there will bea verdict brought in against you, of murder. That much is cut ard dried. ‘And almost as certainly you will pull hemp in consequence, unless you get out of the wil dess by the shortest ible route. “Your sister is in that room. If yomcannot bring yourself to leave without a parting word with her, go and make it as short as nature will let you. on wait and watch bere until you come out. acs ge it are eee es tha one man to bar the way when I bid you er Fremont Metcalf stood gezing fixedly into the face of the gambler ss these words were rapidly uttered. Gradually his pale counte- nance grew flushed, and it was with all bis old fire and energy that he made reply: s ‘From any otber lips, that advice would be an insult bitter esdeath itself!” ss Chispa Charley sbrugged «bis shoulders a “You object to running? Well, the best of men sometimes find their heels m r con- ven my friend. I don’t think you fully comprehend the situation.. A man has, been killed. Circumstances have mixed you up with that killipg. An inquest will be held, and a verdict rendered. If that verdict is given against you, as it can hardly eles otherwise, ae death is a moees: certain vd nee your eels can save your . “And if I fine, what will be said? That con- scious guilt and a craven fear drove me to flight! Sa, sir! As Heaven hears me now, I never harmed a bair of that poor fellow’s bead! His life was far more valuable to me, just now, than even my own!” “Even so; innocent men have been hung be- fore now, and all according to the law, too. Escape while you may, and live to prove your innocence.” Fremont sbook bis bead resolutely. hy “You forget my sister. I will not run, let come what may, I am innocent of any wrong- doing. There is no blood upon my tand. I will not give people the chance to say there is, by running away from the law.” . Chispa Charley grasped bis band and shook it warmly. he Good enough! I glory in your spuok! We'll stand our ground, and give them all the fighting they can stomach—perbaps just a e m » 7 ; : acts As he uttered these words, the gambler moved toward the door and gently rapped. "A ‘moment's silence, then came the unmistakable tones of Betsy Forbes through the kevbole. © Who's there, an’ what you want?” find Chispa Charley, Fremont istying the - At a motion from answered and had no difficulty in sat:
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ame o to avenge him, ei worthy landlady. Ske turned a key and opened the door, permitting Fremont to enter. She would have shut Chispa Charley out, bat for that he was too well prepared, and slipped in- side almost before she realized his purpose, Fremont hastened to the side of the bed on which Dinorah was lying. She sprung up and they were fast locked in a warm embrace, she sobbing, he almost as strongly affected, Chispa Charley watched them for a moment, then turned to Betsy Forbes, tapping her on the shoulder, speaking rapidly: “Now, aunty, this bids fair to be an all- night’s session. Will you prove true to your motherly heart and see that these young people have something nice to keep them up? Say a little strong coffee and a few bites—but you understand?” Without stopping to see whether she did or not, Chispa Casrley, with gentle force worked her to, the door and outside. promptly closing and locking it after ber. Then he turned to the young couple, doffing bis hat and bowing respectfully as Dinorab rose to meet him, “You are bis friend? You are the gentleman the landlord spoke about—the one who so_bold- ly took poor brother’s part in bis trouble?” she hurriedly uttered, extending ber band. Chispa Charley made a movement as though to accept it, but then bowed low, bis face flush- ing hotly as be drew back his partially extend- ed hand. Dinorah looked at him in momentary surprise, but the danger which she knew threat- ened her dearly beloved brother quickly drove all other thoughts away. - “JT am his friend, as far as one in my position can prove himself a friend, Miss Metcalf,” said the Man With a Record, his form rigidly erect, his face as composed as it was pale. * He isinnocent—he never killed that wretch !” *°So he says, and I believe him.” “Tf all were as ready t) be convinced!” mut- tered Fremont with a faint smile, Chispa Charley took one step forward, stoop- ing a little so he.could look directly into those blue eyes. Dinorah met his steady gaze without flinching, though her face lost the faint, flush — the coming of her brother bad brought ack, Chispa nodded, a grim smile curving bis firm ips. Mt It is the.true stuff I see there, Miss Metcalf. {can speak to you without mincing my words?” ‘In anything that concerns poor brother, you will find me strong,” was the simple reply. “T am glad—very glad; for your own sake, quite as much as for his,” was the quick re- spo added Fremont with a faint smile. ‘ Talk te: and dun’t fear for her. Dinorah will be a tigress in my behalf, if needs be.” ‘She can do you better service as a it oe I hope and trust,” said the Man With a Record, that rare smile illumining bis strong features until they became actually handsome. ' “Tell me what tp do, and if it lies within the ‘power of a woman whose love makes her strong and resolute as a man, it shall be performed. Hide nothing from me, through a mistaken fear that it will prove too bear. Forget that [ am a woman: only remem- ba pres: 3h lies bound up in his,” he moved to the sideof the young man whom circumstances had so cruelly involved; sbe placed one arm over his bowed shoulders, half- eoargers ah al lovingly; she bent her proud ead and touched his forehead with her lips, Then she drew her queenly figure erect and ye ht meee Charley, waiting. : His dark eyes drooped for’an instant, as though he feared they would speak too plainly ‘the intense admiration he felt for this woman, the like of whom he had never met before in all his wild and checkered career. Only for a moment; then he caught ber eyes and spoke rapid! , Clearly, without reserve. ‘ies a bad-looking affair, Miss Metcalf. A man bas been killed, and though such a worth- heavy a load for me to _ less brute is better out of the world than in it, he belonged to a gang that will do all they can ber by means of the law or else by more underband means.” Fremont never killed him!” “In that we are all agreed. But somebody did, for though such a miserable wreck, Jay * Flicker was too big a coward to take his own life. Unluckily everything points to your bro- ther,as the slayer. If he was my brother, I would unhesitatingly advise him to admit the killing and—” . ‘Brand bimself as a vile assassin? And you pretend to call yourself his friend!” cried Di- norah, her eyes flashing, her red lips curling with gg 2 armani “ All killing is not murder, Miss Metcalf,” was the co edreply. ‘‘One man way kill another in self-defense.” ‘Pil never swear to a lie,” interposed Fre- mont, steadily, “1 did not ktll him. On that ground I stand, to live or die!” nse. **You'll find her the best man of the two,” ee ee Old Forked-Lightning a ee ee a nanan ee ae aaa sae PR el Se eT 3 aS a BE ASE o better known in these parts as Chispa Charley, I am a professional gambler. whose life has been passed east of the big rivers. Out here a man may bea gambler, and yet re- tain the reputation of an bonest man, if not ex- actly a gentleman, Still, even ber is not the best advocat peril could have. stand up for your brother before the law came into the case. But now—you need a man to a gambler and friend one in such help you against whom no possible slur can be cast. That man I have in view. You know him,” turning abruptly toward Fremont. ‘tI speak of Old Forked-Lightning.” A doubting expression swept across the young man’s face, ‘You fear he is too eccentric?” **T should put it crazy!” with a faint laugh. ‘‘ And inso doing, you would be mistaken,” was the firm reply. ‘‘ You could not find in all the land a man who can do more for you iu this extremity than that same person. Still, if you are unwilling to trust yourself with him, I will try to find some other substitute.” » ‘‘ Why any substitute?” suddenly asked Di- norah, her eyes seeming to read his very thoughts, so intently did they regard him, “You have courage, address, keen wits; and more than ajl, Ican read a firm conviction of his innocence in yuur eyes!” Chispa vari flushed warmly and his dark eyes drooped, ' cious than he dared admit to bis own heart, ‘‘T do believe in bis truth and innocence, as fervently as Il thank you for your good opipion, Miss Metealf. But still 1 must repeat that a gambler—the associate of gamblers and their acknowledged bhead—would prejudice your case from the very outset. I will not desert you, be sure of that; and if the worst comes to the worst, it will not be all one-sided. When tho coroner has oncearrived at bis verdict, then the gambler can take a hand in the game, if it is necessary.” “ He must know best, Dinorah. Let him have his own way.” ‘You, Miss Metcalf, will be the best aid your brother can have, for that matter. The coroner is in that room, and there will be an inquest with little loss of time. You and your brother will be summoned as witnesses—that of course. You know he is innocent, and when you tell the jury as much, they will be either more or less than men if they decline to believe your state- ment, ; Now I- must go, to find Old Forked-Light- ning. I will send Mrs. Forbes up to stop with you. Keep up your courage, and try to believe that the clouds will soon pass over.” Chispa Charley turned toward the door, but posed, Shey ave Wee to ogtsen impulse, e strode to the le and warmly grasped the hand of the y cA y Limost t gman. dee glan timidly toward Dinorah. She extended her hand. He-caught it between both of his, pressed it gently, bent bis head and barely brughed the warm skin with bis lips, they turned and bur- riedly left the room, \ The warm flush upon his facé fled as he beheld the tall: form of a man standing motionless in the gloom, like one guard, His voice was low but hard, and almost fierce as He strode forward’ and confronted the sentinel-like form. “You here, Dave Long! By what leave or license, pray?” It was indeed the Marshal. of Canaan, and there was a revolver held on cock in bis right and; } ‘Tis me, Chispa,” came the quiet response. ‘‘T'm here by orders, to see pe young Metcalf don't take too long a walk fer the good o’— waal, we'll say jestice.” For oneinstent Chispa Charley hesitated, his strong hands clinching, bis eyes glowing wicked- ly. But only for a moment did the temptation last, and when he spoke it was coldly: ‘Be careful, Dave. You'll answer. to me, if any crooked work takes place here while I'm gone, You understand?” . s “Til do my duty, break or make, Chispa,” was the quiet response, and then the Man With a Record passed on. CHAPTER X. WHO KILLED THE DOUBLE BIRD? Ir really began to seem as though Tinker’s Dam had lent a goodly portion of ber popula- tion.to aid Canaan, her younger sister, on this eccasion, Tinker’s Dam furnished the corpse, the coroner, and Colonel Darius Teemer, to say nothing of other personages of somewhat less importance just then. ‘Wesley Whitecap, M. D., Physician and Surgeon,” was the legend displayed on his sbin- gle, and there were those among his enemies who bluntly declared that his parents made tbe young Wesley a doctor because be wasn’t fit for anything else—which was a base slander, of course, Certainly he made a very good cor- oner, looking so wise and owlish when presiding gh ——— 43 We “rr x to ie gb the truth out of the guilty, just to take one little look at his rh ee: He bad come to Canaan on purely unprofes- That name does not carry with it all the odium it implies to one It was well enough for me to f his speech, coming from those red lips, was very precious to him—more pre- he nodded abruptly, having convinced bimself , the. Solitary. sional business, but as the rumor of trouble at the Occidental Hotel spread rapidly through the town, he was on his way to ascertain how ‘bo much was truth and how much wild exaggera- * tion; he was met by one of the men whom the te colonel .had sent out in quest of bim, givin m them their ordérs througo that silent signa to which Chispa Charley was just too late to in- P tercept. re Wesley Whitecap was never so happy as he when he could earn a fee and please his rich rye patron at the same time, and almost broke into at arun as the message was delivered him. And thus it came about that he appeared on the scene tu just as Chispa Charley was on the point o tak- d ing Fremont Metcalf from the chamber of death 2 right in the teeth of his enemies, b Colonel Teemer quickly drew the coroner into ae the room, and-in a hasty, guarded whisper made ; him acquainted with the main facts, adding: te “eYou saw that young fellow with Chispa Pp Charley? He did the killing, and may try to § give you the slip. Wouldn’t it be just as well for you to send some good man to keep an eye t on him? Dave Long, for instance?” r If not a model of wisdom, if not strictly hgn- 5 est, Wesley Whitecap at ry 4 rate tried most manfully to make himsel¢ believe he lacked nothing in either sespect. In truth, he wasa ¢ man who meant well, but lacked ballast. bs He thoughtfully stroked his pointed chin with < thumb and forefinger, bis mild blue eyes blink- * ing feebly as be glanced around the chamber, I making bim more than ever resemble some ; buge, exaggerated owl in buman shape. Then 4 that this was the wisest as well as the proper course to follow, 2 ‘‘T should say Mr. Long would be precisely the person to keep an eye on the movements of the-ah, the suspected party. If you, dear sir, can see no serious objections to such a precau- tion, it may be as well to lose no more time.” ‘“ My dear doctor!” exclaimed the colonel, in ie tones which were plainly audible toall. ‘“ Why ask me? I have nothing to say, now you have arrived. You are conducting the ease now,” And the owlish coroner actually began to be- lieve he was! : Dave Long, true to the core, meek as a lamb . in peace but a lion in war, knowing nothing of law and its devious forms, putting his trust wholly in those who were elected for the pur- pose of interpreting the law, received his in- — structions and at once took up bis ition out- side the door of the room in which he could dis- tinguish the voices of Fremont Metcalf end his sister, together with that of the Gold. Nugget Pa port, Meanwhile the coroner was. proceeding after _his painfully deliberate fashion.in the chamber of death. He assured himself that the dead man was Jay Flicker. He made anotber ex- amination to be absolutely certain there was a dead man. And then ‘bogan to think about forming a jury. F Perhaps it was aewbisper from_the colonel that burried him to this action. Honest man though*he was, Wesley W mene paid close at- tention to what the colonel said and thought. A poor man bimself, be revered riches and rich en, And then, though no one would more in- ignantly deny its Connection than the coroner himself, Teemer beld two or three notes si thes tecap, all 6f which were overdue and un- paid, ’ The jury was sclooted.from, those present, and Colonel Darius Teemer was immediately elected foreman, The room was cleared of all out- siders, and the jurymen, one after another, ravely advanced and inspected the corpse, as though they bad never seen it before that instant. : Still, it was in strict omgicar gd with the forms laid down by the law, and the coroner 6 satisfied, ; The door was then opened, and the jury, led by the coroner, was about to file out, in- — tending to seek a more comfortable and commo- dious apartment for their deliberations, when Colonel -Teemer beckoned Dr, Peters to enter, muttering a word in his ear as he led bim to the side of the dead man. He stooped as the doctor -knelt beside Jay Flicker, adding in a whis- er: ; “Cut out the bullet and be sure you save it for the jury when you are called to give your evidence. You understand: “Far Play, kunnel!” cried a sharp voice causing Teemer to start suddenly erect and turn around, his face flushing hotly with rage and surprise, ‘‘¥a'r play an’ all ’bove board, kuunel, ef you please!” The curious group without the door precipi- tately gave way and through the passage thus formed, a ragged figure stalked, Old Forked- Ligbtoing in person. Aa For one instant the colonel stared in wide- eyed astonishment at the weird shape, then he spoke sharply, demanding: ““What do you mean by that, sir?” ' “That you're takin’ a migbty sight o’ intruss =| into this case, "pears to me, fer a outsider,” was the cool by ei 2 “ Asan honest man, I am eager to see justi fe doue to all—to the dead aouee as Ne tiring. si 7
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St I ti me es Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. 15 “A mighty sight more dead then livin’, a ‘body’d say, to jedge from the way you act!” ~“* Peace, gentlemen!” uttered the coroner, in- terposing with all the dignity lent by the majesty of the law. ‘ This is too grave a case to be disturbed by idle bickerings. Doctor Peters, will you kindly take charge of this room and its contents until you are relieved?” The doctor bowed, rising to his feet and clos- ing the door after them, securing it as well as -its shattered condition would permit, Old Forked-Lightning paused a little irreso- jutely as the coroner led the way to the room below stairs which had been selected as the most suitable in which to hold the examination, ‘but it only lasted a moment, Then he follow- ed after, Ge entered the room close at the heels of the fast juryman, getting fairly inside before his presence was discovered. Colonel Teemer glanced at him darkly, but tien closed his lips firmly. He bad just placed the strange looking being. Until that evening, so far as he could remember, they had never met face to face, but he remembered haying often heard of Old Forked-Lightnivg, and surely this must be he? Wesley Whitecap took his seat at a small table which was provided with paper and writ- ing materials by the attentive landlord. From a bit of paper he began reading the list of. ju- rors, who, as theirnames were mentioned, stép- ped apart from the listening crowd, But as the name of Colonel Teemer was pronounced, Old Forked-Lightning stepped forward, his eyes flashing fire, his voice ringing out sharply: “T object to that man’s s’arvin’ onto the jury, “your honor, on the ground tbat his mind is all made up an’ prejudyced aforeband!” Swift as thought the colonel turned upon him, One hand stealing beneath his coat, his face red and angry. “Tf you dare to insinuate—” “Tetch lightly with pau fingers, kunnel. The gun you tote is one that kills deader at the butt then at the muzzle, when it’s turned to’rds me,” coolly interrupted Old Forked-Lightning, but making no move toward touching a wea- pon himseli. — ; Meehanigally the colonel dropped his hand, looking half-ashamed of his menacing gesture. Old Forked-Lightning laughed. softly as he added; “*T ain’t throwin’ out no ’sinuations this time. I'm talkin’ migbty plain English. I say that you ain’t fit to sarve onto this jury; cause why: you've sot the guilty one down in your mind, ‘an’ that pinion is so firm fixed that notbin’ the witnesses kin say’ll change it. I challenge you to deny this!” **T do deny it, in toto!” ** An’ ve got the ’nial writ down here,” said “Old Forked-Lightning, tapping his forchead with oneforefinger. ‘“ Mebbe you'll see an’ hear of it ag’in, kunnel, Betterlis’en to the ole man. Better ’sign your-persition on the jury ” ‘Your honor,” said the colonel, turning to the astovished and bewildered coroner, ‘‘I appeal “to you. Am [te be attacked after this sbame- ful manner, while my hands are bound? Am I ‘to be accused of prejudice against some one— ‘the Lord knows who!—before a word of evidence has been given in?” “Itis srrogtlar— very irregular, L must say! he gentleman will please keep order, or I must clear the room.” “ And the gentleman will please listen to this, my only answer to his base insinuations,” Sharply added the colonel, rising and confront- dng the veteran, ‘‘I claim to be an honest man, I am here to see that justice is done to both the living and the dead. I have been «chosen to serve on this jury without bint or wish on my part. To resign that position would ‘be to give my enemies a haidle which they would only too gladly grasp. Unless the coroner discharges me of his own accord, against my ’ warnest protest, I will continue to serve.” ‘** That 1 certainly will not do,” betes ** All right, your honor, an’ you, kunnel,” said “Old Forked-Lightning, goolly.” “ Jest one more word to you, kunnel, an’ words that mought be spoker by your best fri’nd. Kerry yourself straight in the harness, Give your vardict *eordin’ to the evidence which may be brung for’ard, or you'll hev to settle with me the wmionit you step out 0’ court!” While the strange being was uttering these words with a cold emphasis, the colonel watched him keenly. As he concluded, and drew a little ‘back, be laughed contemptuously, saying: “Bah! if you were not so plainly a Teidtin. and therefore irresponsible for your wild vagaries, [ would call you to account, As it is, I scorn to deal further with such an enemy.” The coroner rapped sharply ov the table a hy him, bis brow wrinkling, his lips pursing ightly. “Come to order, gentlemen! Thisis a shame- ful waste of time, when we have so much work ‘before us,” “The time ain’t wasted ef the talk ’sures fa’r play fer all sides,” said Old Furked-Lightning, mot! ing daunted, + What inte . are you? at interest bave you in ‘this affair?” , " promptly said ee Oe Se ee ee Se aS Ae eee On ‘*One that’s passed his word o’ honor to see fa’r play, as much as one man kin hope to kerry it ag’inst a crowd.” ““There has been no person accused of the crime, as yet, so there is no foundation for your wild charge to rest on.” “Then Chispa Charley lied, or some other prvace. Pilax bim who kerries the load when 168 comes back,” quietly retorted the old man, ‘* He said that the kunnel was movin’ heaven an’ airth to dump tHe murder onto a young fri’nd o’ his. He was called off on ’portant busi- ness fer a few minnits, an’ axed ime would I look out fer snags ontel he come back, He axed it as a fri’nd, an’ as a fri’nd I said I’d do what I could. I come here an’ find the kunnel is onto the jury. That’s why I kicked. An’ now you've got it, jedge, straight as a string!” ‘‘In your ignorance you have suffered your friendship to carry you too far. You have bit- terly insulted an bonorable gentleman, If you repeat the action, I shall be obliged to have you turned out of the room.” Oid Forked Lightning listened to the slow, pompous speech with curling lip and flashing eyes. There was contempt in face, voice and every motion as he tersely replied: “Them words: come out easy, but you’d find it mighty hard work to make’em good, You hain’t got men enough in this hull court to turn me out ag’in’ my will, jedge, though you putt the kunnel hisself at the head o’ your army! But I don’t want no row, I do want to see clean jestice done. An’ see it I will, or you’ll hey more then the one corpus to sit onto— sure!” Not one who had heard him speak, who saw his athletic figure drawn so proudly erect, who witnessed his cool, defiant mien, could for even an inst»nt doubt the perfect. siveerity of Old Forked-Ligbtning. And certainly there was not a citizen of Canaan who would bave offered to carry into execution the threat made by his honor had they been called upon, Coroner Whitecap glanced uneasily around him, unable to decide on the proper course to ursue.- He tried to catch the eye of Colonel eemer, but that gentleman bad sunk back in his seat, and was now busy in paring his finger- nails, Old Forked-Ligbtning was the first to break the silence. 7 *‘Go on with the performance, jedge. I've sung my little song, an’ I reckon the music hain’t all fell onto onfertile s’ile, nuther.. Ef it bhas—waal, thar’s a herea'ter.” Coroner Whitecap was sorely disturbed, Such a scene had never occurred in acourt over which he presided, and though he was pretty well ac- uainted with the peculiar vagaries of the ** wild and woolly West,” this so far surpassed bis expectations that it is not to be greatly -~won- dered at that he forgot some of his usual cere- monies and omitted others. Still his’ audience was not a very critical one. All they wanted was to find how Jay Flicker came to bis death, and who it was that had killed him, The rest they fancied they could manage. After a few prelimina the minor wit- nesses were called, one after another, and gave iu their evidence. This was of no particular importance, save that it put the gentlemen summoned in good humor with themselves and all the world. . : They testified to hearing the pistol-shot, and shortly after a confused outcry inside the Occi- dental Hotel, Naturally enough, they lost little time in hastening to see what was up. Tbey saw the body lying on the floor. Saw a young man and a young lady in the same-room. The young man looked as though he bad been en- gaged in « fight, judging from his bloody face. his was about all, as they told it, with un- important variations, And even they came to the conclusion that it was all timo wasted for naught, thus far, The coroner called for Charles Hampton. No one answered. The person wanted was not in the room, All eyes turned toward Old Forked- Lightning, but he made no move, gave no sign, The coroner made a note in his book, and called John Forbes, the landlord of the Occi- dental Hotel. Honest John took the stand, grave, clearly disturbed in mind, but after being sworn, by his own request, be spoke frankly and to the oint. j : There is no particular necessity for repeating what he said in evidence, since it. has already been placed before the reader in a different form. Enough that he told a plain, direct story, concealing nothing of importance. And it was just as clear that his evidence bore with dreadful force on Fremont Metcalf. “Wait a bit, Johnny,” said Old Forked- Lightning, as the landlord was told be might go. *“*T want to ax you a few questions, just.” “Your honor, I object!” impulsively cried Colonel Teemer, rising to his feet. ‘‘ We have lost time enough through that man, without lis- tening to his insane vagaries any further, Be- sides, granting him sane, what right has he to question.the witnesses?” see jestice done to a stranger in our city,” cold- ly retorted the old man, : ‘* No person, stranger or otherwise has been accused. Consequently, even though you were the legally retained counsel of the person to whom you allude, you have no right to take up the time of the court after this fashion’ The objection is sustained. Take.your seat and keep still, sir!” One of the jurymen, a bright-looking young miner named Donald McLean, rose and spoke: * Your honor, it’s the truth we want to get at. If it is against the rules for the old gentle- man to speak, I’ll be his niouthpiece. rite your questions, sir, end I'll read them.” The coionel promptly rose. * As that would only waste still more time, I withdraw my objection, your honor. I can stand it as long as the rest, ‘*That’s white, ef you did say it, kunnel,” de- clared Old Forked-Lightning, with refreshing frankness. ‘It ain’t much I’ve got to ax bim, an’ mebbe it won’t need to be said at all, Ef the jedge’ll give me leave to hev bim called up ag’in, in case if ‘comes necessary, I'll let Honest John go fer now.” The coroner bowed bis assent. He wanted to | do what was right, being at bottom an honest “The right of a honest critter what wants to | fellow, but be lacked both brain and decision. Now, however, since the colonel had receded from tbe position he at first assumed, he felt confident he would not antagonize his creditor by ruling thus, The next witness called was Dr. Peter Peters, A messenger was sent for him, and he promptly appeared, With the cool readivess and precision of one who had often filled a similar position, the worthy doctor gave in his evidence, confined at first to the examination he had made of the dead man, The better to be understood by the non-pro- fessional men who composed the jury, be used as few technical terms as_ possible, pausing to make those few perfectly clear. He told bow the bullet bad caused death, and a # He tfaced its course as clearly as though he was handling a model before the jury, According to him, Jay Flicker bad never drawn a conscious breath after the bullet struck him. It bad passed directly through the heart, and very near passed entirely through the body as well. It rested just beneath the skin at the back of the dead map, a little below the shoul- der-blade. . **- You found and extracted the bullet, then?” asked Colonel Teemer, this being his first ques- tion. “IT did, This is the bullet,” replied the doc- tor, bolding a bit of lead up between his thumb and forefinger. The point was but slightly battered. Or jthe sides could be seen the ridges where the force of the powder had “ upset” the lead by expanding the bullet to fill the rifles. **-You have determined its caliber?” - “Only by estimating its size; 38 caliber, I judge.” Ail eyes.were instinctively turned toward the little table in front of the coroner. On this lay several articles, each one wrapped up in paper. One of the largest of these the coroner now un- wrapped, revealing a_beautifully-plated revol- ver of the Smith & Wesson pattern, which all who saw was of the size mentioned: 38 caliber, double-action. “‘ Witness, I believe you helped to wrap this article up. Do you recognize it?” ‘‘ Tf there is a letter P. scratched on the under side of the trigger guard, I recognize it_as the lay I picked up from the floor of the room, a ew feet from where the jead man Iay,” promptly replied the doctor. ; ‘*The mark is as you state. Was it on the weapon when you first picked it up?” “It was not. I saw the weapon, and con- cluded it must be the one with which the mur- der was committed. I marked it with my ini- tial, the more surely to identify it. Colonel Teemer, Bruce Conley and several others were present at the time.” “Did you notice any peculiarities about the pistol?” . One. _ The pistol contained one empty shell, the hammer resting py the primer, not hay- ing been raised to the safety notch since the weapon was discharged.” | The coroner held the wea could see it, then opened and took out the cyl- inder. A breathless silence fell over the crowd as they saw that the cylinder contained one empty shell, besides the four loaded ones, he impression made by this. exhibit could not be mistaken, Not one present, so far as faces can tell the story of the mind, Goubted for a moment that this very weapon had caused the death of Jay Flicker. Even the youn juryman, who had shown some token of friend- ty feeling toward the man whom all believed would be accused of the Killing, and soberly toward Old Forked- That worthy made no sign, n up where all looked gravel Lightning. r. He stood amo the spectators, silent and fixed, like some gran statue decked out in rags. Could it be that even he had given up all bope? ‘To make sure there can be no mistake, wit- ness, will you step forward and see if the bullet you cut from the body of the deceased is really
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_* Colonel x Inka ‘4 we which w pe red the fatal shot.” si | 5 16 of the same caliber as the pistol in evidence?” slowly uttered the coroner. Doctor Peters promptly advanced and took td i He held it where all could see, and made the test. Allowing for the slight batter- ing received by the bullet, it plainly fitted the. weapon. With a bow, the witness laid both bullet and cylinder on the table, then resumed: his former position. . As he did so, Old Forked-Lightning slowly stepped forward and cleared his throat as though about to speak, The crowd held their breath, curiou-ly expectant. The words came: ‘* Doctor, kin you swear that the gun yender didn’t b'long to the man what was killed?” CHAPTER XI. NOT DEAD, BUT LIVING, Tue witness gave a little start of surprise as this query came to his ears from the rear, and he flashed a swift glance around in search of his questioner. A half-smile momentarily curved his lips as be recognized the white-crowned figure, but as though in amends, he bowed gravely, saying: “T could not swear to that, of course.” . ‘Then it mought ’a’ b’longed to the deceased, fer all you kin say to the contrairy?” persisted Old Forked-Lightning, Dr. Peters hesitated, not from any disinclina- tion, to answer the question, but as the under- standing by which Qld Forked-Lightning was to question the witnesses if he liked, had been arrived at while the present witness was ab- sent, he first wished to learn what the coroner had tosay. Very innocent and proper in itself, but that hesitation did much to weaken the force of what had gone before with the crowd in general, “You may answer, witness,” and Whitecap nodded after his most owlish fashion. “Yes, the weapon might have belonged to the deceased.” “ Jes’ so. Not long ago you spoke of these doin’s as a murder, You spoke o’ the gun as bein’ the thing with which the murder was done, Now Lax pa as a man what gen’ally knows pritty well what he’s talkin’ ’bout, kin ou take oath that they was a murder done in at room up-sta’rs to-night?” Dr. Peters hesitated a moment before reply- ing. Thus fara murder had been taken as a matter of course, all efforts being turned to- ward finding out who was the author of the crime. Resting in that belief, the witness was conscious that he bad not chosen his words with quite as much precision as he should have done, and this knowledge brought an unusual tinge of color tohisface. “One can be morally sure of a thing, without being able, or willing, to make oath to that ef- fect,” he replied, slowly. “Which fs to say ycu called it murder, when ‘ou couldn’t sw’ar but what it was no wuss en 8 plain killin’ or accident,” pointedly sug- i the yetera: : Sai iad have ted either, of course.” suai darnaey of Forked ighisy fy anded Old Forked-Lightning, step- ping 4 bending horward and would not hesitate long about that.” a little ¢ sacs 1 Piva his words with one long forefinger. "Member you're on oath a’ready !” «Why so? ne Jay Flicker hadn't rea hin. to hs m- self, as any.one who epjoye Cy uaintance faite wil. tell you, if asked,” “s chorus of subdued laughter ran through the rs, that, showe made recise hit he calculated upon, and for as tant a grim’smile curved his lips. Only momentarily, however; then he stood in God! end: quiet iting for any*further ques- ai. . Insane or rfot, Old Forked-Lightning was sharp enough to see that by this unfortunate / soe! Ths he had lost all the advantage gained through previous ones, and he shifted bis tac- cs, quite as much to wipe out the memory of peat little slip as for anything he hoped to gain t. ; Sede or, hey you any objections to tell the jury What it was the kunnel, yender, whispered uto your ear, jest afore the room whar the ac- cident come off was cl’ared?” “Not in_the least,” was the prompt reply. ‘eemer reminded me that the builet which caused the death of Jay Flicker would probably be called for at the inquest. He bade me secure it, and have it in readiness when wanted.” “ Not even O'd Forked-Lightning could doubt the perfect truth of this answer while looking at and listening to the witness. And be began to believe he had better drop the cross-examina- tion before he made a bad matter worse, ‘*You s’arched the body of the dead man, 1 b’lieve?” “ j 4 siciate part—that is, I aided in the examina- D. : ** You found bim heeled, I reckon?” | “He was armed, certainly.” “You tuck charge o’ the tools?” 2 the pre that showed the doctor he had C) ingle ir; the coroner first had them marked | ification, then wra up and bapa nm wt 2 believed to Pg = ae SQ CAA hes O'd Forked-Lightning cast a quick glance to- ward the articles on the stand before the coro- ner. He saw that there wus but one package which could contain a revolver, and that de- cided his next question, ‘“What make an’ bore was the guns tuck from the body?’ , “There was but one, That was a Colt’s navy- size, old style, cap-and-ball.” ‘*Men in this kentry, avhen they tote guns at all, gen’ally bevy one to balance another. Meb- be Jay lost the otber pop?. I reckon that’s bout all | wanted to ax Doc.” Dr, Peters glanced toward the coroner. That worthy looked toward Colonel Teemer. He made no sign, and the doctor was told he might step asiie, Then Colonel Teemer rose and spoke: ** Your honor, since the point of ownership in that revolver has been brought forward, per- haps it would be best to settle all doubts before going further. The deceased was a man well known in Canaan, 1 believe. A man of his nature must have formad acquaintances, more or less intimate and familiar with his affairs and personal belongings. If there are any such friends present, will one kindly volunteer ‘to testify?” ‘*Bet your boots they jest will, kunnel!” cried Romeo Bugg as he pushed his way through the audience. ‘I reckon I knowed Jay like a book, an’ kin give a schedule o’ bis outfit as would make a pawnbroker kick hisself with shame—I jes’ kin, boss! Whars the book ye cuss onto, jedge?” Colonel Teemer did not look like one delighted with the witness who came forward so prompt- y in answer to his appeal, but he was too shrewd to object, He had given the Coroner a clew to the object which he wished to gain, and resuming bis seat, he left the affair in the hands of Whitecap. “Sart?in Jay was heeled,” briskly answered Romeo. ‘I never knowed him when he wasn’t, though they is men who mougodt know more about hev’lin’ the tools an? jes’ a leetle quicker on the trigger. But Jay would do—git him ina corner!” ‘Did you ever see him in possession of a wea- pon like this?’ asked Whitecap, holding up the revolver found on the floor of the chamber where the dead man still lay. ‘*No, sir!” returned Romeo, bis nose in the air. “Jay was a thoroughbred, he was! Ketch him with a pop like that? A gun that you’d hey to stop an’ ex a man was he bit, an’ then hev to holp him ’zamive his bide to find out? Not any! Jay toted navys, old style, ball-an’- cap; out o’ date, mebbe, but they could shoot straight an’ to kill, every clatter, jedge!” ‘You saw the deceased yesterday, or later?” ‘*T see him ‘this werry evenin’ jedge!” “And he was armed as usual, with the same tocls?” ; “ Jes’ hafe way. jedge. One o’ his guns he put in soak with Abe Dietz, fer p'izen, He hed the mate to it on when we parted, not a hour afore ce was butchered.” The coroner waved his hand in token that he had no further questions to ask, but before Ld 19 could leave his ee Old Forked- Lig ae spoke up sharply: _ “Whar was it you parted with Jay Flicker?” The giant had been in the 700 all the time, and he knew that he would have to answer, but he did so with an ill grace, “Durn ye, you know well enough!” “It's what you know that we're tryin’ to git at, You come for’ard like you was dyin’ to tell what you knowed, so don’t fly the track this airly. Whar was it, witness?” ‘* At Fatty Sexton’s shebang,” sullenly. “Come to thiok, I b’lieve you was thar, You va 8 a row of some sort, didn’t ye—from the looks o’ your face?” y A laugh ran through the audience. Romeo Bugg glared furiously around bim, tut even bis anger-sharpeved eyes could not detect a smiling face among them all, The mirth was instantly stifled to all outward seeming. __ The coroner glanced toward Colonel Teemer, then said: “You are wasting precious time with ques- tions which have no bearing on the case, The witness may step down.” “When I git through with him, not afore,” was the sharp retort, ‘‘ Keep your place Bugg, at your peril! Answer me: you hed a row yen- der? You got licked by a stranger? You tried to crowd him, an’ be knocked you down with a glass? That stranger was the man they found in the room with Jay Flicker? ‘Yes or no, right down on the nail!” ' Lu ie tuck me onawar’s with a coward lick!” ** And you swore to geteven? Just so, You kin fly away, Bugg, jest as soon as you like,” placidly uttered the old man. i _“‘One moment, please,” said Colonel Teemer, rising, ‘‘ You hada quarrelin a drinking and geomet. saloon with the man who is known ere as Fremont Metcalf, I believe?” Romeo Bugg gave a sullen assent, __ *‘ He drew a revolver on you, | believe?’ “A couple, boss,” replied the witness, the sour look vanishing from his countenance as he caught the drift of these questions, Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. “They were pointed at you, I‘understand? You are a pretty good judge of such weapoys;. | can you swear as '0 the size and style of the pis- tols young Metcalf displayed?” “They was so close to the eend 0’ my nose that I could smell the powder ahind the lead, boss!” grinned the giant. ‘‘I kin take oath they was Smith & Wesson make, 38 an’ double-actin’.. Sokin any 0’ the boys who was with me.” ‘That will do,” with a soft smile as be turned’ — toward Old Forked Lightning, adding: “ unless: my yenerable friend has something else to ask 2] But the old man slowly shook his head. He — felt that he had done bis harm than good by his questions thus far, Romeo Bugg, with a grim swagger, fell back, One or two of the gang were called up to tes- tify as to the weapons worn that night by the deceased, the testimony given by Romeo Bugg, even as to- oung friend more: And © And each one of them corroborated the size of the pistols handled in The Grave by — Metcaif, Then the coroner called Dinorah Metcalf. Honest John stated that she was not present, but if ber presence was absolutely necessary, he: volunteered to go and notify ber. The coroner. bowed, and the worthy landlord left the room with Old Forked-Lightning close at his heels. “Tt looks mighty black in Ais d’rection,” mut- tered the former, gloomily, for he had taken a strong fancy to the young couple, ‘‘Ef you're thar fri’nd, try to git him to put in a plea o” self-defense. it’s all that kin save him!” ‘* You think he did the sbootin’?” ' ‘*Who else could ’a’ done it?’ with widely opened eyes. ‘“‘Sart’in not the lady?” ‘“Nuther the one nur the other. He nur yit she won’t sw’ar to a@ lie, even to save his neck from tbe rope.” ‘‘Tt7ll come to that, then, sure’s fate! An” it'll kill her, jest as sart’in as it does him !” There was time for no more speech, They reached the room before which Dave Long. stood guard, and the landlord delivered to bim the message of the coroner. Dave bowed soher- ly then rapped gently at the door, * Who is it, an’ what ye want?’ demanded Betsy Forbes. . “The lady is wanted down-stairs to give her evidence,” replied Dave, in his mildest tones, “Well, she ain’t goin’ down-sta’rs, an’ you orter be—” a The indignant landlady was checked by Fre- mont Metcalf, who unlocked the door and bada them epter, Dave Long repeated his message, when Fre- mont spoke coldly, but with a resolution that could not be shaken: “My sister goes in my company, or not ati all “ Pye got nothin’ to do With any only her,” quietly said’ tbe marshal. ‘I’m workin’ under orders. Them I'm bound to obey, says, fetch the lady, an’ of course she’s got togo. At the same time they wasn’t nothin’ said to me "bout bringin’ her alone. Ef you keer to foller, all right,” Without a word Dinorah took the arm of her brother and moved, frcm the room. Indignant. Betay followed with one hand grasping the arm. of her worse half, lecturing him with more force than elegance. If ho had a spark of mav- hood about him, he would not permit such an outrage, in hisown house, too! Proud and erect, Fre ~ A Metcalf entered the room where the inquest was being held, and. only paused when directly before the coroner. His voice was cold and clear as he spoke, “Sir, you have commanded my sister to ap- ar before you, to give testimony in this case. he is here, but’ you will not place her on the witness stand while I draw the breath of life. She knows nothing more about this sad affair than Ican tell you. Lam ready to tell all T know. That must satisfy you.” Without anotber word he turned and gently pyooring the clinging hand of bis sister frcm his arm, resigned her to the care of Old Forked- Lightning. ° he coroner rubbed his long, pointed chin dubiously, ds he glanced toward the foreman of the jury. After a slight hesitation, the colonel rose from bis seat, speaking coldly: ‘« As this isa sort of preliminary examination,, I do not suppose it is necessary to stick closely to rules, bat we want is to get at the bottom facts of the case, If this can be done without forcing the young lady to take the stand, I for one, will be heartily glad of it. Your honor, I propose the substitution of the young gentleman. in the place of the witness just called,” ‘*Kunnel, that’s white!” cried Old Forked- Lightning. : It proved another unfortunate ejeculstion. Cold and stern in face and voice, Colonel Teem- er added; “T am not acting in this case with the view of gaining the approbation of friend or foe. I am trying to get to the bottom facts, If this young man can make it sufficiently clear to us, on the jury, Lam willing to let the young lady go without being places pe the stand. If not, she must do ber duty before thelaw.” The hot temper of the young man flashed out,
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* Ss en” eae oe S- COe Swe 7 Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. ‘*T have said she shall not be placed on the stand. Even you cannot think she bad aught to do with the death of that unfortunate man!” “What I think bas nothing todo with the ease. I, in common with these other gentlemen, have solemnly sworn to be guided wholly and solely by the evidence, by the testimony which may be brought before us. By that testimony I will be guided, If my own brother were on trial for this killing, and the evidence pointed conclusively to his guilt, 1 would bring in a ver- dict accordingly. “Your honor,’ turning toward the coroner and bowing gravely, ‘‘1 deeply regret having taken upso much of your time with matters which properly concern only myself; but ever since this sad affair occurred, I have been bit- terly and totally without cause assailed by cer- tain parties. I hore itas long as my manhood would permit. I have answered them, and now the matter rests, so far as I am concerned, until this jury is discharged and I am free to defend myself with other weapons than my tongue.” Colonel Teemer was very well satisfied with himself as he resumed his seat. He felt that be had, metaphoricall speaking, given bis enemies “a black eye.” And it was not difficult to see tae the majority of the audience sided with m After giving his name, age, residence, and so forth, Fremont Metcalf was asked by the coro- ner to tell what he knew about the deceased. ‘* Until this evening, I never met the deceased,” he began, his veice cold and composed, though his face waspaleasdeath. ‘‘I first heard of him in auswer to an advertisemont which! kad circulat- ed extensively in the West,asking for information regarding a certain person named Tucker Met- ealf. That answer, postmarked «st. Canaan, directed me to come here, provided I was able and willing to pay five thousand dollars to the one who might tell me all about the man I wanted. 1 raised the money and came bere. Tn the letter was a card on which was painted the pictures of a biue jay-anda flicker. I was = visit the pace known in Canaan as The rave, and there wait until my correspondent revealed himself. This he was to do by point- edly calling my attention to the five spot of clubs. In return, | was to present the painted card, when he would find means of seeing me in private,” “A yery curious story,” commented. the coroner, “But true, for all that,’ was the quiet re- sponse. ‘The ——— proved to be your mysterious correspondént?” “Yes. Unfortunately, and through no fault of my own, as any honest person who witnessed ‘the affair can bear testimony, | became mixed in a row while waiting for the man who made ‘the appointment. A fellow:who called himself Ro. ppo tomeo Bugg was at the head of the gang with oe hy od ree ony sed a of. the .party, t id not: Z3 him as my ‘correepondent until Jater in the evening. W-ben the trouble was over and the gang e away, the-deceased returned and showed me the five-spot ofclubs. I gavehim the ‘painted card; then. left the saloon, return- ing irect to my rooms at the hotel. I told the landlord to show up any one who might call for me, su ing Pe course: that the deceased would follow me to the hotel and seekan view by the customary means.” ay en not? Then how came he in your r “How he entered the house, Lknow not. I was talking witb my sister about the deceased, when be startled us by showing his head over the oe partition, on the north side of the * When you took him for a robber and shot “No, sir,” was the steady reply, and the toe audienve drew a long breath, some of re- Vef, my disappointment; for if such had inter- yi ie | been the case, not one there but what would have felt’ the yo man was perfectly justifi- able in killmg Jay Flicker, ‘ named: the naan, before I could use my revolver. I called to him, and then brought him in by way of the door, eager to hear what he could tell me con- cerning Tucker Metcalf.” ‘He met you amicably? There was no quar- rel between you?” , ‘He met me amicably. There was no quarrel between us,” slowly replied the witness. “Nor afterward?” coldly asked Colonel Teemer. “T object!” cried Old Forked-Lightning, be- | fore the witness could answer the pointed ques- tion. ‘It’s the then, we're dealin’ with jest now—les the a’terwards take keer o’\itself ontel we Re to it in reg’lar order.” “The objection is well taken. will proceed.” Fremont Metcalf obeyed, first asking the jury to bear with him for a while, if at first it seemed The witness _ to them as though he was wandering widely in question. Without telling the nena ¢ _ Story of the past, the present could not be fairly y ae cogs eo eee ‘17 was my father, He disappeared from home many years ago, when | was but a babe and my sister yet to be born, Knowing this, gentleaien of the jury, you can imagine in. part how anxious | was to hear what the decéased had to reveal. With bis aid, we hoped to once more have a father—if not that, at least to bave the mournful satisfaction of weeping above his grave.” 3 The voice of the witness grew less steady, and feeling this, he ceased speaking. Before these men, some of whom he felt were deadly enemies of him and his, he was too proud to unnecessa- rily betray his weakness, he coroner with a view to aiding the witness in recovering his composure, unwrapped one of the smaller packages, revealing a goloen. locket, enameled and richly chased on the outside. This he held up, esking: ‘Haye you any knowledge of this locket, witness?” ‘It belongs to my sister and myself,” repiied Fremont, bis voice stiil busky, but growing steadier and stronger as he continued: ‘It contains the portraits of our parents, I took it from the chain by which it has bung around my neck for years—ever since the death of our mother, She placed it in my care, on her death- bed, saying that sbe prayed heaven it might some day be the means of our recognizing our father.” There was a little bustle among the audience at this speech, and a slight crowding closer, the better to view the locket. Such is idle curios- ity. But a wild hope sprung up in the breast of the witness as he noticed it, and he cried: ‘* Even yet ber earnest prayers may be ap- swered! Your bonor, may I beg of you, as a favor to one who may never have the oppor- tunity to do what he now asks at your hands, to show the faces in that locket to all here pre- sent? There may be one who can recognize the face of Tucker Metcalf!” * Himself ct a little curious, the coroner open- ed the locket and gazed at tbesfaces long and earnestly, Without a word he passed the jewel over to Colonel Teemer, who held it where the ligbt fell full upon the painting of the missing man, Not for long. Then, passing the locket on, he spoke, clear and cold: f that face truly represents Tucker Met- calf, he is not dead! Three weeks ago I ‘grub staked’ that very man!” f CHAPTER XII. x STILL ANOTHER SURPRISE. FREMONT METCALF staggered before those coldly modulated tones as a man might stagger from a heavy blow in the face with a clinched fist, A gasping cry parted his lips, his eyes opened wildly, one as and went up to his breast hough to calm its mad pulsations. And none tbe less startled and agitated, Di- norab broke from the side of Old Forked-Light- ning and rushed forward, the brother and sister finding both stren and support-in each other’s arms, shdacrompcmin whats caeas bag apicgees rude, rough men of the mines felt it, whi and worthy Betsy Forbes burst pe with a wr Tapa Laid tloaa wasesee he ‘The g cy ess. an’ presarve ’emn both! Ain’t they a pictur’ jest.as they stan’? Ef they -— "'y be tuck!’ 3 do t was theone t that turned pathos in! bathos, and a hie ripple of paaniee fo through the crowd, PAB to the indignation of the honest hostess, who glared around her with ivflamed eyes and quivering fingers. onest Joho, who knew what a tempest was rewing, sacrificed himself for the good of the ye hi and manfully tackling the dilemma, he bore it in his arms out of the room, then sat down before it and meekly took the entire dose. That outburst and the laugh which followed it served to recall the startled senses of the wit- ness, and with gasping eagerness he asked Qul- onel Teemer: ; ‘* Where?’ When? You are sure it was be— a'ive—well?” ; “Tf tbis picture is an accurate portrait of your father, then I repeat: Tucker Metcalf. is alive and well, Three weeks ago I saw him; I gave him a ‘grub-stake,’ and he went off, yow- jug to find a fortune or never more look upon me face.” here was a touch of pitying contempt in the last words tbat stung the cbildren like the lash of a whip, and for one of them at least it clear- ed brain and unfettered tongue, ‘Brother, do not listen to him!” cried Di- norah, her blue eyes glowing, ber face almost transfigured; then she turned upon the foreman of the jury, her voice clear and scornful, yet full of mingled grief and regret. ‘‘ Our fatber —alive and well? After so many long and weary years—alive, and give no sign—send no word to his waiting ones? It is false—false from beginning to end!” : Colonel Teemer bowed coldly and resumed his se, serving as he did so: bi: : “Then the artist who motion the-igture, s a responsible in part. The man whom I e ci to me gin r bi fan miben he oume co mé begging. for bread and, an; . anna A “ = time! have lied, for when he told me. bis name, he swore it was Tucker Metcalf.” Fremont csught the trembling form of the girl to bis bosom, his own figuredrawiug proud- ly ercct, his handsome face flushing hotly, his voice: strong and stern; ; “You are right, sister, Our father wceuld never keep cruel silence through all these long years. 1 see it now—the scales are fallen for good and all! He is dead—he died or was cruelly murdered, Jong years ago, That man lies— why, I can only gucss—and may Heaven for- give me if I wrong you,” turning impulsively toward the colonel who was listening with » cold smile curling bis firm lips. ‘* As God hears me now, I believe this story of yours but a por- tion of the vile plot by means of which you seek toruin my life and bring my neck to the hangman’s shameful rope!” It was a heavy, black charge to bring, but the colonel never flinched nor quailed before it. There was a lofty contempt written on his face, and his voice was cold and measured as he re- plied witbout taking the trouble to leave his. seat: ‘‘T have naught to say to such wild and base- less charges. ¢ am sorry, now, that I spoke of Tucker Metcalf, though I did so in answer to your own pathetic appeal, real or feigned. It is nothing to me, one way or the other, and FE am willing enough to let the matter drop rigbt where itis, Still, if ever you or your sister wishes to recall the matter in the future, I will not hang back. If nothing else, 1 will try to treat you as a gentleman, her as a lady.” There was a covert sting in those words which served a double purpose, It was botha blow and an appeal; a blow to the young couple, for it accused them of ungenerous treat- meut; an appeal to the audience, begging them to contract his magnanimity with the base in- gratitude of the strangers. On the whole, Col- one] Teemer was not suffering greatly from his prominence in this rather peculiar case! Corener Whitecap, seeing that the colonel had nothing more tosay on the subject, rapped sharply on the stand before him, assuming his most owlish look of grave dis} Jeasure. “ Really, I must check this shameful waste of hile I do not object to an occasional digression, if there can be a fair reason for such adeparture from routine, this constant bicker- ing is too much even for my patience! Wit-. ness, you will please contine yourself strictly to: eee story. Colonel, if any more insults are, urled at you, I will see that you are fully pre- wee d and pressed his li ‘temont bowed his head and pressed his lips to those of eh sister, He resigned her to the care of Old Forked-Lightning, who led. her back to ber former position. Se _ Meanwhile, the locket was Peeing, sieiy from hand to hand among the jury, each cne of whom | a double interest in the pictured face since listening to that spicy interchange of words, And as Fremopt tealf ones more faced the jury, {o resume his evidence, Donald McLean, the young man who had red to be the. thpiece of Old Fo ightoing, ut- tered a ow epcaination as ag be tbe, ahem his band, saying: TE know that face! It’s the picture of Dick Morley, or else that of his very moral!” } ip ae Teemer sat sation ess, not a muscle of bis face altering at this unexpected confirma- tion of bis words; but in bhis.dark Fo Ae a vivid light that showed be was not retber the stoic he appeared to outward seeming. — **Remember the name, sister!” uttered Fre- mont, turning toward Dinorah. “Dick Morley —write it down on your beart and keep repeat- ing it over and over until you fin mab who owns that name. Tben—but you know.” —_ “Then I will e: bim es a fraud, if he claims to be our long-lost father!” was the steady reply, Again the coroner rapped on bis stand, The locket was returned to him, and once more wre up securely, And then Fremont Met-. calf resumed his story. “5 ‘Your bonor, and you, gentlemen of the jury, enough has been said to show you why I was so eager to meet and converse amicably with the aries Ze I believed he could tell me of my father, of whom naught bad been heard: for full sixteen years! ‘*T have told you how he came tous. I ques- tioned him as to his reasons for acting so queer- ly, for taking such risks; but he only partially explained. He said that heso acted to avoid a still greater peril; that if the gang—bis own words—sboul ( s they would not only murder bim, but wculd kill both myself and my sister. I pressed him for bis reasons—tried to get him to explain what he meant more clearly, but\he refused to say more,” “Which broughton a quarrel between you?” “Notso, In my eagerness ‘0 learn what he. could teli me of Tucker Metcalf, I cared but. little for anything else. I more than half-be- lieved he was exaggerat +“ ne suspect bis paying me such visit | ° ; e of raising bis price, cist whet followed only went . SS IP a ceases for Soe Saag tion, I th fia Ae: ey
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ie < a le or 18 The witness bowed ix assent, ‘‘A very pretty sum, indeed! Yet the de- ceased asked more?” **He did, He demanded double the amount.” “* Ten thousand dollars? And you refused to pay it?” . “T was obliged to refuse, Apart from my natural reluctance to yield to such shameful ex- tortion, it was beyond my means. I had raised ‘the first amount only by sacrificing our entire means, We had barely sufficient to pay our way ‘to this place. When I bad paid over the five thousand dollars, we would be left without enough to settle our botel bill.” ‘*You paid the amount to the deceased, * very small monogram, consisting of two letters intertwined, those letters being my initials, F. M., the weapon is mine—the same one that I held at the head of the deceased.” ‘ The coroner closely examired the pistol, say- ng: “There is a mark of some sort here, but it is abet small and faint. It looks like an acci- dental scratebing—” ‘* But it is not. You can see the same mark on its mate,” and the witness quietly advanced to the stand and placed upon it another weapon, precisely similar to the one which the coroner was examining. é Returning to bis former position, he added: then?” ; ‘ ‘* The pair were a present to me from a friend, “No sir. He would not abate his unjust de- | when he learned of my intention to come West. mands,” He said I might need them,” with a mouruful smile, ‘*He had the monogram placed on the weapons before he gave them tome. I would never have noticed them, the work is so minute and adroitly done, only for his calling my at- tention to the letters.” ~ Old Forked. Lightning watched the jurymen while Fremont was uttering this frank and neaey explanation, and a peculiar light came into his keen eves, for he saw that the impres- sion made was highly favorable to the witness. Surely a guilty man would not goso far out of hey aed to pile up damning proofs against him- self? The coroner glanced covertly toward his mentor on the jury, but evidently Colonel vege bad no furtaer suggestion to offer just then. his strong features looking like a mask of colored ‘was the busky pe ‘Think, gentlemen of the jury—and as Heaven ete speak, I am ‘telling you the simple truth! Think bow much ‘depended upon that man’s confession! Remem- ber that we believed be could tell us of our fa- ther—the father whom we loved more than all the earth beside—although one had never sseen his face and the other could only recall ait asa dim, shadowy dream! Knowing all this, I ask you—is it reasonable—is it even possible that I would come to blows with that man, much less kill bim?”’ His voice choked and he ceased to speak, bis bosom heaving convulsively, his noble figure trembling like a leaf. Cold and unsympathetic came the voice of the coroner: _“ Yet you admit having quarreled with the deceased?” ** Yes; we quarreled, I am here to tell the truth, gentlewen, no matter bow heavily it may bear against me in your opinion. I shall not -conceal one action of mine, as Heaven hears me, ‘“We did quarrel, I thought to scare bim from bis vile position, and to do so I caught him by the throat and threatened him with my wevolver. I told bim to tell bis story—to prove ‘true to the agreement which we had made with ach other—to rest content with the sum I was zeady to pay bim the moment he had. completed dis confession.” ; “ And still he refused, with your pistol at his head?” Fremont bowed, unwilling to trust bis voice just then. - The coroner did not speak, His brow was wrinkled, and he seemed to bave some difficulty ‘in shaping the question which he would put mext.. There was perfect silence in the room. One and all of the andience bent forward, fairly Aolding their breath as they waited for the re- ‘sult, The jurymen were scarcely less excited— gave and except Colonel Teemer, Cold and im- assive, he sat calmly erect, his dark eyes star- ing at vacancy over the head of the Bay Rie 10 was, really, if not technically, then on trial for his life! “Then the—that is, you quarreled?” mumbled “Whitecap. ° “Only as far as I have told you,” replied ‘the witness, with a faint, weary smile, ‘My sister caught my band, and be ne to athe the fellow another Chance. I did so, willingly enough. I would not hayekilled him with those words unspoken for all the ata “Yet be was killed!” _ ree _the cor- -oner, feeling as thongh he was being played ‘with, bis dignity mocked. “ ‘ _“* He was killed, but not by my hand, Heaven knows! And in its own goo Lee Heaven will reveal the real murderer!” exclaimed the wit- baie casting a look upward, , alone Teemer slowly rose from his seat and OKe: ie honor, would it not be as well to place the weapon with which the killing was committed in evidence at this point? I believe the present witness bas never been shown ii, or asked aught regarding the article.” _ In this, as in any other suggestion, bis rich creditor might offer, the coroner showed prompt obedience. He unwrapped the revolver, saying as he did so: © You admit having held a deadly weapon at the head of the deceased, I believe? Will you — to the jury the exact nature of that weap- on ice, ‘* You fully identify the weapon, then?” asked the coroner. “I do. It once belonged to me. It is the same one which [ held at the head of the de- ceased,” steadily answered Fremont. “But with no intent to shoot? Only to frighten him?” “Only to force him to felinquish his unjust demands, and to tell the story which we had come so farto hear, My sister bade me give him one more chance, and I consented, I put up my weapon, and we talked the matter over. The deceased seemed to dread some party which he termed the gang, but he would not say of whom they consisted, nor give a clear reason why he feared their vengeance. It was this point over which we quarreled mainly at first.” “*T understood you to’say that it was because of bis extortionate demands?” suspiciously ut- tered the coroner, “It was that at which I-took offenge, prin- cipally,” was the composed reply, ‘‘ though the increase had been hinted at rather than ex- pressed in so many words. If I gave the other impression, it ‘was unintentionally.” ; ld Forked Lightning frowned and bit bis drooping. mustaches, for be saw that this ad- on was giving the jury a disagreeable im- ression. y could the honest fellow not ave glossed over his slight mistake, instead of voluntarily pointing it out after this style? “Let the witness continue,” uttered the cold, even tofies of the foreman. ‘“‘When he has finished his story, we on the jury will try and fit the pieces together in proper order.” It was a cruel, venomous s h, and more than the witness thought so, Among them was O'd Forked-Lightning, and the hot, fierce look which he flung toward the colonel spoke plainer han words—spoke of punishment to come! “The deceased proved bimself a very bard man to deal with,” steadily resumed the wit- ness, ‘‘The similarity between our names and the name of the yk of whom we were s0 anx- ious to hear, gave him a suspicion of the truth, doubtless, Questions of bis which I could not well decline to answer, soon made him aware of the whole truth, and this, Tam confident, served to confirm him in the infamous resolve at which he had only hinted before.” “You mean bis demand for double price?” asked the coroner, as the witness paused for breath, or, rather, to compose his thoughts and to guard against making any further mistakes. “T do. _But be did not make the demand immediately.. He asked many questions, pre- tending to fear his Tucker Motealt was not our | Tucker Metcalf, To solve his doubts, I showed him the picture of the missing man, taking the locket from the chain by which it bung around my neck. He looked at it long and Closely, then admitted that it was the shadow of the original as he had known him in the years gone ‘*Tt was a revolver with five chambers, made under the Smith & Wesson patent, 38 caliber, silver plated, with checked handle of gutta- percha,” steadily rep'ied Fremont. ‘Precisely. Was this the weapon, witness?” -added Whitecap, as he uncovered and held up ‘the pistol, : *You don’t hev to answer no sech Sense, lad!” impulsively cried Old Forked-Lightning, ‘starting forward, ‘ Fremont turned towerd him with a faint smile, slightly motioning him back with one hand as be said: “T came here prepared to tell the truth with- _-out evasion or reservation, no matter how black “it | make the case appear against me, If that pistol is marked ‘on the buit end with ‘Then he made bis increased demand?” “Yes. He gave as a reason for this, our close relationship to the missing man, As our only surviving parent, he was surely worth double price!” “To which you objected?” “To*the pzice, not the inference,” with a faint smile. . “ And then?” “IT swore that be shculd tell us all, or that I would kill him, I leaped up and caught him by the throat, The stand between us was up- set, and.ve both fell over it. The candle went out, The deceased tore loose from my hands as J we fell, and as it grew dark I struggled to my Old Forked-Lightning, the So Once more he was gazing at vacancy, |. litary. feet, only to receive a crushing blow on my bead. fter that, I knew nothing until the ig ort burst open and men rushed in, bearing a light. ‘You did not fire a shot from your pistol?’ ** As heaven hears me, I did not!” “Yet your pistol was found lying on the floor, with one barrel dtsebicned Only one shot was fired. A man was killed. You three were alone in the room—” “‘ Before the light went out, I admit. But while it was dark, other men were in the room with us!” ** And of course those other men committed the murder?’ uttered Colonel Teemer, with a poorly-concealed sneer. “Tf murder it ‘was, they did,” was the firm reply. ‘‘If the deceased did not kill himself by accident, they killed him,” "You did not, by some miraculous provi- dence, recognize any one among those mysteri- ous men, witness?’ ; “TI did not. I bave told allIcan tell. As God is my witness, I have uttered naught save the solemn truth!” earnestly uttered Fremont Metcalf, bowing and cescn, back to the side of bis sister and Old Forked-Lightning. Her hand clasped bis for a moment, then she dropped it and advanced to the witness-stand, speaking quietly: ‘Mr, Coroner, I wish to give a little testi- mony.” ‘If you can throw any fresh light on the sub- {ict most assuredly you are at liberty to speak, iss Metcalf,’ hurriedly replied the coroner. ‘*T wish to be placed under oath, if only to avoid the insulting doubts of those who, for what reason heaven and their own vile selves know! are trying to bound an innocent man to a shameful and wholly undeserved death!” _ The oath was administered and subscribed to. then Dinorah spoke, every syllable clear and distinct, though her voice was low and even. ‘First, I wish to solemnly swear that eve word given in evidence by the last witness is true as truth itself; Of my own knowledge 1 — swear it.” ‘Even to that wild story about the myste- rious men who filled the room as soon as the light went out?” asked Colonel Teemer, his brows uplifting, incredulity in every line of his face, every note of bis voice. “ fiven to those men who hetowrtie : en- tered the room and commit murder, the more surely to accomplish their vile ends, one of which is the murder of my brother!” was the firm, even reply. “Indeed! Perbaps your eyes than those of the last witness? You recognized the men?” ‘They were keener. J did recognize one of the men. I saw the face of one man, lighted up by the glare of the pistol when be’fired the shot that killed Jay Flicker!” The resolute statement created a great stir in the room, Exclamations and words of wonder echoed from lip to lip, and it was several mo- ments before the colonel could‘make his voice audible. Then he said, sharply, sneeringly: ‘* Of course this was before you swooned dead away?” ‘ ™ Dinorah made him no ansWer, turning to th coroner. a y ‘Your honor, I demand your protection from insult, I bave stated a fact on: and am ready to answer any questions which may be ere keener ut to me by you or any other gentleman; but rot when uttered by that ‘beute in the shape of a man!” (ie “The kunnel’s eer or I’m a liar!” chuckled Old Forked. Lightning in audible tones, when Whitecap cried: : ‘** Silence, or I'll have the room eleared! Cer- tainly, Miss Metcalf, you sball be protected, I will ask you the necessary questions. You dis- tinctly saw this face—tbe face of the man who fired the pistol-shot? Is the owner of that face now present? Cun you point bim out to the ury? : ts I did recognizs it; he is present at this mo- ment; J will point him out to the jury—or the honest portion of it. As heaven is ny witness, yonder sits the man who murdered Jay Flick- er!” she cried, pointing direct at Colonel Teem- er! CHAPTER XIII. b Ape FOR THE VERDICT. _ To say that this sbarp, clear, direct accusa- tion created a sensation, is putting the casevery — mildly. Until the last word was uttered, not one there present even suspected Dinorah was about to point out the foreman of the jury as © the murderer, unless, indeed, the colonel him- self bad some such idea, If be was indeed the rson who had fired the fatal shot, he must ave seen whither matters were drifting almost from the first word Dinorab gave after taking the oath. But not one of the others. Not even Fremont himself had heard her breathe a suspicion of all this, and as he listened now, his face grew white as that of the murdered man lying in the ee death, — peed. tent of his — dearly-beloved sister bad been | i y a Pete t a : sof | Raven s . Pe a F instant Y rne i hres ae rw » es |
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oT a 7 as SS +, ¢ 19 Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. Ahe even fancied that Vinorah, seeing how nar- rowly, how closely the toils were being wound around him, was recklessly perjuring her soul in hopes of saving him—but only for an in- “Stant. The audience stgod as though spellbound for -@ brief space, then cries and exclamations broke from their lips. Some cheered the beautiful witness_whose white band was still leveled at the man whom she accused of being the mid- night assassin; others hooted and laughed at the idea of Colonel Darius Teemer being guilty of such an unreasonable crime. y ani other voices rose that belonging to Romeo ugg. “The idear? ef the gal ain’t plum looney, | ‘then she’s lyin’ faster’n a hoss kin—” Tae chief of Canaan never brought that sen- tence to the conclusion he bad in mind when he ‘begun it. A white and fluttering shadow seem- ed to flash toward him, and he went up, back, and down, his fall shaking the entire building! That shadow was Old Forked-Lightning. is fist struck the big bully under the chin and on the throat, lifting bis huge bulk fairly from the floor, sending him headlong, to lie 4 quivering, senseless mass of bestislity. ‘** Drag the foul mass of carrion away, ye who call him friend!” hoarsely cried the old man, his eyes blazing like balls of fire, ‘Out with him, I siy, or, by the living lights of Heaven! I'll tear the blaspheming tongue from his poi- sonous jaws and thrust it down his ulcerous throat! Take him away, ye snarling coyotes who follow the lead of a pariah eur, too up- terly vile to own master or country! Out with him!” * So terrible was the rage of Old Forked-Light- niog, so fiercely impressive his outburst, that not one of the gang thought of refusal or reply. Silently, tremblingly, they lifted the quivering form of their chief in their arms and bore it out of the room. feeling the scorching of those blaz- ing orbs until the apartment and house were ‘both left behind them. Tbrough it all—througb the dramatic denun- | ‘ciation by Dinorah Metcalf—through the min- gled storm for and against bimself—through the promptly checked insult of the giant desperado —through the agitated stir which accompanied his removal by his ‘“‘heelers”—Colonel Teemer sat, pale aud composed, showing not the faintest sign of either anger or fear. Steadily hisdark eyesreturned that passionate gaze, and then, as the brief tumult died awa with the disappearance of the gang with their | senseless leader, there came irto bis countenance a@ look that was half amazement, half pity. The crowd saw it, and those who had been foremost in siding with the witness, began to ‘feel ashamed of their impulsive outburst. Di- morah saw it, and hot indignation overpowered | her fictitious calmness. **T repeat it! Remembering that I stand here bound by a sacred oath—pledged on the hol ‘word of God to say naught but the naked trut repeat my charge! You, villain, murdered ‘that hapless wretch! It was your face I saw by ‘the red glare of the weepon you wrested from ‘the hand of my poor brother, the more surely to doom him to a shameful death! On your band steams the heart-blood of Jay Flicker! By my solemn oath I accuse you! Before man and in the hearing of my Maker, I denounce you, Colonel Darius Tee mer!” Is was too much for her overtasked brain. As she uttered the last word, ber outstretched hand came conyulsively back to her aching brow. A gasping moan broke from her lips as she reeled and would bave fallen but for the Tealy aid of Old Forked-Lightning, whose ‘movements were even quicker than those of her ‘brother. His strong arms caught the fainting ‘form, and as he held her firmly, his jetty eyes ‘flashed defiance above her d rooping head to the coldl Smiling foreman, mile, ye ice hearted bloodhound! Smile and whisper beneath your breath that one-half of your devil’s work is done! But beware! ‘There is a Heaven above us—a Heaven that will not always frownon innocence and helplessness! ‘Sooner or later the whole truth must come out, and the guilty suffer for the terrible crime under which the wholly innocent now stagger. When ‘that day comes, Darius Teemer, will you sit smiling as now? I doubt it!” Swiftly, impetuously came the words, and for the moment Old Forked-Lightning seemed a Prophet in bis high indignation, The impres- lon was deepened by bis bare head, crowned with those long and snow-white locks, by bis pa- triarchal beard, by the almost inspired light which filled bis ey<s. But this assault, as the former one, slipped harmless off from the icy mail in which the ‘colonel had incased himseif. is smile slight! deepened, but that was all, Not a muscle of bis ‘countenance altered, his steady, moderate gaze never flickered, through it all he sat like one who is consciously innocent of all wrong-do- n . ff he was not innocent, then the man was a ‘marvelous actor, with nerves of steel, and utter- dy callous beart. Old Forked- Lightning fell back a little, aided 40 carrying the almost swooning maiden by (a And high | | Fremont Metcalf. They were about to bear her from the room, back to the chamber from which she had come at the summons of the cor- oner, but Dinorah resisted, faintly whispering: “Not now—a moment, first! That man must answer my charge—my work is not yet done!” Old Forked-Lightning saw that to argue with her while in such a condition would be cruel as useless, and atasign from him, Fremont held his peace. Dinorah half-reclined in a chair, sup- ported on one side by Old Forked Lightning, on the other by her brother. The crowd divided to afford them a fair view of the space immediately around and in front of the coroner and jury. | Slowly, deliberately the foreman of the jury rose in his place, bowing gravely to the coroner, | then speaking, his voice calm and composed, his manner quiet and even dignified. Pia ‘* Your honor, a very grave charge has been brought against me by the volunteer witness | who last occupied the stand. At first I thought I would pay no attention to her wild words, be- lieving as [did and do that her anxiety for a loved brotber has temporarily shattered her mind. Isay I did not think it worth while to take up your valuable time by making a defense | which no one who knows me can for a moment think necessary. But there has been one foolish or audacious enough to vaguely re-echo that | charge—even his impudence was hot quite equal to accusing me of murder in so mavy words. “Your honor, with all respect due a lady un- | der any circumstances, | am obliged to say | Miss Metcalf bas made a serious mistake, If she recognized a face other than that of her brother or the deceased, by the momentary light which must have accompanied the fatal shot, it certainly was not mine. I am ready to strengthen this denial by repeating it under oath—not because I think it at all necessary, but because of my friends who may need some such weapon to fight the base insinuations of my enemies.” : With a grave bow, the colonel resumed his seat. And almost before he did so, a burly | man pressed through the crowd, Lis rugged countenance flushed and eager, saying: ** Jedge, nobody called me to putt in a word, but I reckon it’s the plum-center truth you all want in a case like this. Ef so, an’ I kin speak my little piece, you’ll git some o’ the truth, any- how!” | ‘ ae you know anything concerning the kill- ing?’ j “No more then what I’ve bearn sence I’ve bin in here,” was the prompt reply. “Then what are you wasting precious time | for?’ demanded Whitecap, the swift succession of startling surprises having thoroughly discon- certed him, muddling up his never too clear and | prspicacious brain. | _ ** Beca’se of somethin’ I see at almost the very | secont the pistol-shot was fired, up above. I was | comin’—” | Not another word until that man is placed | on bis oath, bound as firmly as words and the | Holy Bible can bind him to utter naught save the truth!” cried Old Forked-Lightning, impul- sively. ‘It is for life or death, now, and-o witness shall speak a lie witbout perjaring him- self in the sight of the law as well as in the sight of heaven, Swear bim first!” The coroner glanced helplessly toward the ate foreman made no sign, but Donald cLean spoke instead: é “It is a good rule, your honor, and if carried out in every instance, it will remove a little of the grave weight which rests on our shoulders. As we are to decide wholly by the evidence, use one precaution to make it’sincere.” “Tm ready, jedge,” half-laughed the volun- tary witness. ‘'It ain’t so much that I'll hev to | swear to, but’mebbe it'll count some in gittin’ at the real facts.” fle was sworn, avd after the usual prelimi- naries, testified as follows: | “Twas walkin’ up the street this evenin’, | hevin’ bin at The Grave, whar I left pritty much | all my wealth. I say this to splain why it come | I was goin’ to my bunk 60 airly. ‘‘T was red-hot, but sober as a deacon, over my bad luck. I was thinkin’ it uJl over so stiddy that I didn’t see two men who stood at the corner as I turned it. I run slap up ag’in’ ’em afore I knowed it. That was right in front o’ Abe Dietz’s saloon, an’ by the light which come through the open door, I saw thar faces as plain as I see yours at this minnit, jedge. ‘““One was a youngish feller, a stranger to me. The other—thar he sets, your bonor. It was Kunnel Teemer, or I’m a parjured sinner! An’ I hedn’t gone a dozen steps afore I bearn the pistol-shot up in the Occidental, an’ run right thar to see what fun was goin’ on,” ‘©You know the colonel, then?” ‘Know him by sight an’ repetation, jedge,” with a grin, as he added: ; “That's about the size of it, The kunnel is jest a leetle too bigh-toned fer to be intimit with a pore devil like me. But I know him lenty well enough to take my oath it was him Prati into not a minit afore the shot was fired in the hotel. An’ when it was fired, he was nigh two bunderd yards from the Occidental front door.” There was perfect silence for a brief space. The witness glanced good-humoredly around bim, waiting for any further questiens which might be asked him, but none came. The cor- oner was satisfied with what he had heard, Old Forked-Lightning knew that nothing he might say could aid his eause. Dinorah sat like one stupefied, her face like that of a corpse. he witness fidgeted a little, then said, half- doubtingly: “That's all I know ’bout it, jedge. An’ ef you hain’t got no more to ax me, would you mina jest takin’ the oath off befo’ I go?” ** What do you mean?” ejaculated the coroner, amazed, ‘* Waal, it’s all right up here whar nothin’ but the dead solemn truth is wanted, but it’d be a powerful hefty lead fer a weak critter like me to tote sech a oath ’round with him fer the rest o’ his days. I ain’t a liar, to say sech, jedge,” with a sheepish laugh, “ but you know how ’tis when a man gits to playin’ keerds an’ sech—a oath to tell the truth clean from start to finish would handicap a critter most awful!” This remarkable simplicity did more than anything else toward convincing those who lis- tened that the witness had f#poken the simple truth in his evidence. ‘With an owlish smile the coroner ‘‘ took the oath off,” and the man fell back, grinning all over.his face, As he vacated the stand, Colonel Teemer again rose. ‘* Your honor, since the last witness bas taken the trouble to speak in my behalf, wholly un- solicited by me, perhaps it is just as well that this part of the matter be aig es of at this int. If you will kindly call Walter Keever, will remember it as a personal favor.” Dinorah started. at the mention of that name, and, if possible, her face grew paler than ever. She caught ber breath with a sharp gaspas a tall, neatly-dressed figure brushed past her, stepping into the open space in front. “ He here! And his witness! God pity us now, for we are indeed lost!” she gasped, con- vulsively grasping the arms of ber supporters, her eyes wildly watching the novements of the man wlo appeared in answer to the call for Walter Keever, Fremont Metcalf, too, seemed strangely af- fected, though his agitation looked more like rage and hatred than anghtelse. He made a motion, as the tall form passed by them, as though he would leap upon or strike him with clinched fist. So, at least, Old Forked-Lightnin pete ce his motion, and the veteran gras him by the arm, knowing that any wild out- burst at that juncture could only render the situation more critical. =: the mad impulse fled almost as quickly as it was formed, and cold and composed, Fremont Metcelf listened. ‘Your honor,” said Walter Keever, in a clear, yet senhty tremulous tone of voice, “ un- less my evidence is strictly necessary to the case, I beg of you to excuse me.” ‘*On what grounds?” Keever hesitated, casting a nek glance over his shoulder toward the spot where Dinorah Metcalf sat, erect, motionless, staring fixed] into his face, but looking more like a marble statue than aught of fi and blood. A hot flush passed over his face, and bis tones were lower than ever as he said: “‘For no reason to make me ashamed. I have loved Miss Metcalf for years, and I would rather cut off my right hand than do or say augbt to give her trouble! Colonel, as a man speaking to man, I ask you to let me off from takiug the stand!” | “Tt is no longer a question of mere polite- ness,” was the cold response. ‘ We are here to discover the real assassin of a fellow-being. have been charged witb firing the shot that killed bim. You can settle any doubts which may still linger in the minds of my fellow-jury- men, “You must speak.” ee Keever bowed gravely, then took the oath. ~ He gave bis name; his occupation was that-of a mine-owner and capitalist; his regular resi- dence in Chicago. **] remember the incident alluded to by the last witness,” he said in continuation. “Il was speaking with Colonel Teemer at the time. We were standing in front of a saloon, having met there while going in oer directions, nearly half an hour before. e bad not been inside the saloon, Neither of us bad been drinking as I know—certainly I had not. My brain was perfectly clear and my nerves steady. I could not possibly be mistaken in the man who ran into us. I saw him on the stand just now, and fully recognized him as the same. ‘“T heard the report of the pistol at the Occi- dental Hotel. It occurred within a very short time after the man passed on; within two or three minutes, certainly. The colonel and my- self were still talking before the saloon. I men- tioned the shot, but be laughed; said I would grow accustomed to such sounds if I stopped leng in Canaan. Then a man came runnin st, saying a man was killed at the hotel The colonel went to see if be knew the victim, I did not go. I have no fancy for looking at disagreeable sights.” That was all the witness said, but it was suf- ficient to clear the colonel in the eyes of all, ;
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é a 20 save those of the three in whom we are more particularly interested. Waiter Keever fell back, bowing and offering his hand to Dinorah, who gazed at him for an instant in silent scorn. His face flushed pain- fully, and be retreated, as she arose, pale as death, but ontwardly composed. ‘You are triumphing now, vile assassin, but the hour of puaishment will come, when you least expect if!” she said, ber white forefinger pointing at the foreman of the jury, her blue eyes glowing with a prophetic fervor, ‘‘It may come too late to save the inn cent, for the ways of heaven are mysterious and inscrutable, but coms it will—I know it! And when it does come, may you suffer a thousandfold the tor- ments you are heaping on the heads and hearts of those who never knowingly barmed you in word or deed! “Your honor,” turning to the coroner, her voice moderating, sounding weary and ill, ‘‘if you have no further questions to ask us, we will £0 back to the room from whence your officer rought us. Have we your permission?” Wesley Whitecap bowed, his tongue failing him. For once in his selfish, worldly life, his heart was sincerely touched. Leaning on the arm of her brother, Dinorah slowly left tha room, Still more slowly Dave Long followed efter, his.face that of one whose heart was far from being in the work his sworn duty compelled him to perform, Oid Forked-Lightning overtook him, tapping him on one shoulder as they ascended the stairs, saying: “You're doin’ a dog's work, Dave, but we know you hev to. All the same, make it as light as you kin onto them f®¥o pore young crit- ters, or—” “Tt don’t need no crooked words or looks from you te bring that on, ole man,” was the quiet, dignified response, “I bev to do my duty, make or break. But durned ef it ain’t the last time! [ll throw up the office to-morrow!” he aeae. with an outburst as abrupt as it was nuine, ” Old Forked-Lightning left bim standing on gure out the door, entering himself with the rother and sister, He closed and locked the door, then advanced and took them by tho hands, “It’s a black lookout, fri’nds—a mighty black lookout! But we’il keep on hopin’ fer the best as long’s we kin,” ‘* We must hope!” impulsively cried Dinorah, all her false composure vanishing as she clung to the neck of Bat Brower kissing bim passion- ately, mingling her tears with his. ‘' Evil- hearted though they are, they cannot condemn the innocent to suffer in place OF hos Ity! I saw the face of the pad by. the light of the stol-shot, It was the face of that demon—of lonel Teemer!” sb : ‘*My poor girl, we believe you, but no one else wili;” said Fremont, soothingly, gently 8m ng ber soft hair, ‘?They must; it was God’s own truth!”—pas- sionately, “IT believe lies are of more value h * he said, Pia ’ bap dy aon jen “The ane were e ast Gospel poured. ce) their m ah Fare 4 tol sae iviog ‘truth were mocked at and— Bab!” with a sudden in- crease of desperation, ‘let them goon, What | Is life so precious thet I need fight so he 0 cli g to it me Cans a moment, this wild fit; then, @ one who mutely begged her pardon, Fre- mont ssed his rl ae and again. She a meee on his bosom, seemingly death- . en, - Nig) Old Forked Lightning fidgeted around for a while, then he spoke, gravely and rapidly : “T know bow sore your pore hearts must be, _ children, but in this emergency it’s better that we talk plain an’ conceal nothin’, You won’t it hard ef I do some p’inted. talkin’?” _ Dinorah iapaleveiy grasped his hand and toe it to her lips, dampening it with tears, Tremblingly the old man released it, bis voice st y softened as he spoke again: ‘It’s mighty hard to say it right to your faces, dear ones—mighbty hard! But it cain’t be holped. I know you're free o’ killin’ that a PO as L be, but I ain’t the jury—wuss “You think, then, that they believe me ory" ' “They cain’t holp b’lievin’ it, ef they go *eordin’ to the everdunce which was brung for’- ard,” was the grave response, ‘ We know that they was some almighty tall lyin’ done by more then one o’ the witnesses, makin’ still blacker what—the blessed Lord knows—was black enough at best! But kin the jury siit out all the lies an’ ate ony the truth? Ax yourself ap keepin’ in mind who the head o’ that jury . “The man whose hand is stained, not mine,” _ “So we know, but we failed to prove it. That's the 2 sie jest now. We tried to show he done the bloody work, but the critter hed kiv- ed up all his tracks too cunnin’ fer that. 'sa.mighty bad man, that kunnel, Henever : e “ f mn? thy Baie tak thie thas is yee ¥y ‘ | conscience clear, Why, Idon’t know, nur they ain’t time to ax. They cain’t draw it out much longer; they’ll be bringin’ in the vardick. mighty soon now; what it is, you know without my sayin’ “if you sto here ontel that vardick is reach- ed you're a dead man! Not that they kin do more in law than to hold you fer trial afore a reg’lar jedge; but thar’s the lynchers!” - A convulsive cry escaped the pale lips of the maiden, Fremont turned a shade paler. Old Forked-Lightning whispered: “Say tbat you’il trust to me, an’ I'll save you yet! In one word—there is no time to lose!” CHAPTER XIV. IN THE NAME OF THE Law! Dmworan clasped his band between hers, a faint flush of reviving hope tinging her cheek and lending a feverish brightness to her blue eyes. " fs Save him, and I will forever bless you! He is innocent—he must not stay here to be legally murdered |” Fremont was calmer, though there was a quivering about bis lips, a wistful look in bis eyes as hie intently gazed into the troubled orbs of Old Forked-Lightning. * How can it be done? What must I do?’ he asked, slowly. ‘“*Thar’s on’y the one way,” replied the veteran, his voice sounding harsh and unnatu- ral as his eyes carefully avoided those of the maiden who still clung to his hand. ‘To stop here means death, The jary kin bring in on’y the one yardick a’ter all ’s bin said. « That wouldn’t make so much matter, ef we was whar law could take its nat’ral course; but weain’t The kunnel’s a mighty big man, an’ he’s down onto ye. Jay Flicker run with the gang head- ed by Romeo Bugg, an’ tireyre all down onto ye. Let the vardick meution your name, an’ thar’s boun’ to be a lynchin’ bee ef your fri’nds ain’t strong enough to figbt the lynchers off.” ‘But you said you could savé him!” gasped Dinorah, ““An’ sol kin,” slowly: run fer life.” Fremont turned “# shade paler, glancing to- ward the docr. ‘You forget that a guard is posted yonder!” Old Forked-Lightning shook bis head, bis eyes dropping. : “Say that you'll run fer it, an’ I'll go out fw st... When the road’s cl’ar, I'll call you. Will you do it?” Dinorah fell away from the speaker, the flush dying out of her face, a look of bewildered horror coming into ae eyes. Old Forked- Lightning caught that Jook, and bis own eyes drooped again, his face flushing hotly, his voice husky and low, “It’s the only way left. AlLthe gold in the world wouldn’t be evough to bribe Dave Long to shet his eyes when duty told bim to keep m open. He's a mighty good boy, Dave is; tt he’s.all alone in the world; he ain’t got no sister to break a heart over him, xur yit no wife or young ‘uns, tter him then you, lad! Say the word—time’s creepin’ on!” “Tf he could ufter such a word, I would dis- own him forever!” cried Dinorah, her eyes flashing with her old spirit. . " “And. I would deserve it,” quickly rejoined Fremont, the momentary temptation vanishing when he knew that trend could only be wou through the death of one ee was only per- forming hissworn duty, ‘‘ Ihave done nothing for which I should flee in the night like a cow- ardly criminal. My ponds are clean and my > Jf die I must, it shall be like aman and a Cbristian.” : “But it is very hard!” murmured Dinorah, her face hidden on his manly bosom, “Hard, L know; but would it be any easier to see that honest fellow out yonder die at bis post of duty? To know that blood was certain- on my soul, if not on my bands? Cheer up, ster; cheer up and be brave! We may be borrowing trouble without due cause. The verdict may be different from what we antici- pate. ‘And, after all, it is not like a regular trial. At the worst they can only arrest me ou the charge of the jury.’ é “Right, Fremont!” cried Dinorah, rallying her proud spirit and standing side by side, as though defying their enemies. ‘‘If you are guilty, Iam equally as much so, Together we have lived—together we will die, if the worst comes!” , It may sound somewhat theatrical, even bombastic, when set down in plain black and white, but O'd Forked-Lightning was a good judge of human nature, and he knew that the maiden meant every syllable sbe uttered, A suspicious moisture came into bis eyes and he turned ihe 4 for a moment le t they betray a deeply he felt for them in their day of sore trial, Only fora moment. He knew that time was precious—in a very different sense from that io which Wesley Whitecap so frequently used the sentence, He had much to do ere that dark night was spent, — \ hantes the one chaince, Rete y fd ought it no more then right that I shou place it fa’rly afore ye,” ho hi “The lad’s got to Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. a gaining its former cool steadiness. ‘No you've put in your answer, J’! ’mit openly that ef you'd made a different choice, it would ’a” hurt me deep! But let that go. ‘We'll keep on bopin’ fer the best, but we’l prepar’ fer the wu’st, all the same, Ef it ain’t needed, we'll on’y be out the time spent—an that ain’t much ’longside o’ etarnity.” ‘“What can we do but wait?” muttered Fre mont. ‘Not much, you two; me, a heap, I hore. Anyway I’m goin’ to make a migtty big tr fer itfan’ ef I don’t make the riffle, be sure iff won’t be my fault, ‘* You'll wait here ontel the yardick is brung in. Take it as easy as you kin, keepin’ in mind that it ain't like it was the say-so of a reg’lar court o’ law. They'll treat ye white enovgh at. the jump-off, anyway, You ain’t nothin’ to fear a/ore the gang bes time to git together an” ‘cuss the matter over good. An’ afore then,, your fri’nds ‘Il. be around ye.” ' “My friends? where are they?’ uttered Fre—- mont, with a short, hard laugh. ‘* Here is one, dear brother!” ‘An’ I kin take oath to two more,” as” promptly replied Old Forked Lightning. “ Chis- pa Charley ain’t wastin’ bis time, I don’treckon, though I looked fer him to turn up afore this. You kin ’pend on o him as you kin on me, cbil— dren. He's a gambler an’ all that, but bis beart’s in the right place, an’ he never yit went back © onto a friend when his word was once passed,” A wan smile flitted across the face of Dino- ‘* Ha said nearly the same words of you, when é left us.” ‘ ‘Ef he said that the old man was ready an” wiliin’ to lay down his life fer you, Miss Metcalf” —an’ fer you, boy—he never stretched the holy = a ba’r’s breadth!” was the impulsive re~ ply. ‘You have proven your good will, time and again, this dark and painful night,” saii Fre- mont, grasping his band, ‘If we do not ti.ank you more at length, itis not because your kind- ness has f.iled to make its due impression, be- lieve me!” : *T do—I kin guess all Aig! would say, an’ that saves time which kin bé put to better use,” quickly uttered Old Forked-L'‘ghtning, all traces of emotiou-vanisbing, leaving him once more the keen, alert man of business, “Chispa Charley, asI said before, isa gam- bler, an’ the sportin’ men o’ the town—o’ the kentry, 1 might almost say—foller bis lead like he wag a king. They’s good men as well as wuss amongst ’em, o’ course:. take ’em ina bunch: an’ they’!l averidge as good as the citizens who — sorter look down onto’em as cird sharps. Which is why Chispa has to do his pritty work a leetle onder kiver, like, so’s not to range the ‘ better element’ ag’in’ him an’ the cause he holds up fer —you see?” , rother and sister nodded, Chispa Charley had previously prepared them for something of | this sort, and so they were more ready of com- prehension than might otherwise have been the case, “ Good e bh! What I’m tryin’ to git at is this: I hate to leave ye, but ef we're to do clean work, I must find out. jest what Chispa is doin’ an’ the plans he has made, sv we won’ come into c’lision when the ’splosion comes ¢ff—see?” If not, they prstended to, and once more bid- ding them be o good cheer, telling them to sub- mit quietly to whatever lay in store, and trust. all to the friends who were working for their salvation, Old Forked-L'ghtning shook their mah hands warmly and left the room, brushing past — ung ; Dave Long without a word and hastening out of | tbe hotel, It seemed as though Sg ee earthly friend bad deserted them, and Dinorab, her forced: composure giving way, bowed her head om Fremont’s bosom, sobbing as though ber heart. was breaking. %y Perhaps it was all for the best. It gave him something to think about, to keep bis mind from — brooding morbidly over the bitter complications © which bad sosuddenly and completely entangled his thread of life. It was his turn to play the- part of comforter and adviser. ~ “Dinorah, dear girl,” be breathed softly, bis: cheek resting against her head as she concealed ber face in bis bosom, ‘* we must make the most: of the little time we have left us. Nay,” and he could not wholly belp from laughing as his: sister gaye a convulsive start and agitated uiver at his words, ‘‘I did not mean that, sis. have faith to belieye that you and J will live for each other these many and many long years to come.” “Heaven in its mercy grant it)’ was the tremulous reply, and with au effort that was as. noble as it wés severe, Dinorah lifted her head and checked her tears, vainly trying to answer that smile with another, ‘ But he said—I can- not belp thinking of those frightful lynehers!” ‘‘He means well, but he exaggerated, no doubt unwittingly,’ quickly replied Fremont. “The day is past for that sort of thing, in a — civilized country.” ; 7 y . 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oy ers rece ee et Few 4» Ow.) oe oe a> . 4 *with which the papers of the day literally teem. And the more she thought, the more impressive sseeiued the warning words which fell from the white-bearded lips of The Solitary. “tis disgustingly annoying, and all that,” added Fremont, his naturally hopeful spirit be- g nning to lift beneath the beavy t.urden so un- xp-ctedly cast upon it, ‘‘ but after all we know tout it can be no more than a passing cloud. I am innocent of crime or wrong-doing, and even strangers cannot be brought to think different when they are given time for looking at both sides and weighing the evidence. 1 will not think so badly of my.fellow-beings as all that comes to!” * But he said so—and he surely understands these wild, uncouth men better than either you or I, brother!” “I know. He believed all he said, too; but “still { hold.to my belief. Heaven knows tbat is bad enough!” with a short, hard laugh. Divorah yielded, more to love than reason, Yet sbe could not refrain from uttering: ; SaPOly. a cloud; but it is so dark, so threaten- ‘ing “The sunshine will seem all the brighter, when the cloud passesaway. But while it lasts, Dinorah, there is work for you to do. You re- member what that arch-villain said? You re- member the name he mentioned?” “Dick Morley, he said. But—brother—you do not believe him? It surely is not our fa- ther ?” faltered D norah, ber eyes filling with a ‘0rely troubled light, her lips quivering, ber poor brain in a whirl, “ {do not know what to think,” replied Fre- mont, his face clouding. ‘‘ When he. spoke, it seemed to set my blood on fire. [knew that it could not be our father—alive and well, all these weary years witbout sending one word home to mother, And yet—it may be so! He may have written that triumphant letter too soon. He may have failed when he felt success was fully assured, A thousand things may have hap- ned to rob him of the wealth he had accumu- ated, and his proud heart may bave forbid- den him to follow that letter, in poverty, with empty hands,” ‘Coming from any other lips, I would never have doubted its truth; but from him—from the wretca who seems to b+ bent on ruining ‘us, whose every word and activw-bas pointed to that bitter black end—l do not know what to thiok!” murmured Dinorah, shivering. **Nor I,’ admitted Fremont. ‘But another recogniz2d the portrait and called the name, It may be true. At least, itis a chance to learn the truth of what that unfortunate man must have. beld in reserve. He shrely must have meant this Dick Morley, when he wrote to us!” “But if so well known in these parts—if liv- ing all these long years in the mines—would he not, if our father, have seen some of our ad- vertisements? Surely he must! And as surely he must have answered them!” ‘He may never have seen them. His spirit may have been tog completely broken—or, see- ing them, be may have resolved to keep silent bens he had won toe fortune he once promised to bring to his family. You know the colonel said he gave him a ‘grub stake.’ Tbat means roan — out a tools and Ae se wy ed specting campa the ppoceeds of an s- covery tobedivided. ‘ Supposing the worst to come—supposing the dJary bring ina verdict of murder, against me << will arrested and taken to prison for al. Ifso, 1can do nothing; but y u—sister, you must hunt up this Dick Morley and forever’ set our doubts at rest! You will do it, sister?” Dinorah tried to reply, but sobs choked ber utterance. For the time being all ber proud — was gone. In her soul she knew that hae brother was innocent of this terrible crime, ever tho Foe Br? of Jay Fli he heart as with a miiled Ss pepe eae gore You must be brave, sister; brave and true to yourself,” added Fremont, kissing her pallid brow. “You must do the work that would have been mine to do, but for this unfortunate affair. You will have two and true friends to aid you. Though both were perfect strangers unti to-night, it seems as though I had known them for a lifetime. Trust them as you would trust me. Teil them your hopes and f. Pars, and either Chispa Charley or Old rf ym wilt take the harder details off your bands. Aided by them, you will surely find this Dick Morley. After that, — true heart and quick wit must guide Much more he said, but it is not necessary to thoes Forage mee eas thes or hoes @ heavy trampling of feet upon the stairs, drawing near to the room in which ber sat, . norah turned pale as death, clin to the neck of her brother, as. though’ fea ae he lose him forever, Fremont also showed agitation, it less acutely, They both knew the shape come, 75 in 2 Dae blackest a = at nd they were right. ® footsteps ceased just without the door, and after a brief whis- @ beavy rap at the door. Dinorah trembled like a leaf, but Fremont gently, firmly removed her clinging arms and put ber away. He strode to the door, unlock- ing and throwing it open, stepping back a few paces to admit the knocker, Dave Long, a marshal, is face was grave and bard-set, an ‘almost dogged look in his bonest eyes that told how little he relished this phase of his duty. Holding the door open, he stood to one side until the party of men entered the room, At their head marched Wesley Whitecap, more owlish if possible than when he occupied the seat of justice down-stairs. After bim filed the jury, some of their faces stolid, beavy, show- ing po more regret or anxiety than if carved out of wood; some trembled, that of Donald McLean most of all. And Colonel Darius Teemer? If he felt either remorse or exultation, his face never betrayed him, It was calm and unreadable; the face of a man who felt he had performed a duty which he owed to society, but who was neither glad nor sorry the task was completed, With aside glance toward his rich creditor, as though in hopes he might even yet be re- libved of a disagreeable duty, the coroner drew a slip of paper from his pocket, clearing his voice with a hacking cough, and reading the few words written on the slip without preface or comment, It was the finding of the jury. Their deci- sion was that Jay Flicker had come to his death by a pistol-sbot, said shot having been dis- charged by Fremont Metcalf, And as foreman, the name of Colonel Teemer came first on the list of names appended. Though no more than they bad taught them- selves to expect, this blow fell none theless crush- ingly. Fremont bowed his bead, heart-sick. Din orah gave a gasping sob, then clung convulsively to the neck of ber brother. ' “Ttis a very unpleasant duty,” hemmed the coroner, Carefully folding up_the slip of paper, taking off and wiping bis spectacles, as he nod- ded tu the marshal, ‘A most disagreeable duty—but it is duty, and cannot be avoided. Marshal, you have the warrant, I believe?” ‘* Yes—wuss luck!” was the half-sullen, half- fierce reply; but nevertheless Dave Long was not one to shirk his duty when it lay plainly before bim, and striding forward he gently touched Fremont Metcalf on the arm, saying: “You'll hey to go ’long with me, I reckon, Mr. Metcalf.” The young man lifted his eyes with a start, muttering mechanically: ‘* Where to?” : ‘The lock-up, ontel we kin git furder orders from the jedge. As the crowner said, it’s might: hard ef it is duty, an’as a man like yourself, boss, I hope you won’t make it any harder by holdin’ back, like.” “T will go with you quietly, and try not to confound the office with the man. indrah, you remember?” With a sobbing cry, she flung the loose hair back from her white, tear-stained face, her eyes suddenly blazing. “Remember? Can I forget? Forget that you are innocent of this borrible crime? That they have sworn your dear life away with false testimony? Ay!” here fairly ablaze as she turned upon Colonel Teemer, one quivering hand uplifted. ‘You have covered your soul with perjury a thousand miles deep to swear away tho life of an innocent man—of one who never did you harm or injury! Why, ob, why did you doit? What end have you to gain by stealing his life? What—ha!” with an exclama- tion that was almos'a sbriek as she caught sight of a tall, neatly dressed figure standing ust without the r. “I see it now! You, alter Keever, are at the bottom of all this frightful trouble! You swore to make me sonny this is your revenge! Coward! Liar! Assa Like bullets came the epithets, and for an in- stant the man addressed shrunk from before the storm. But then he recovered his compo- sure, outwardly, at least, and entered the room bowing, with an apologetic smile as he said: ‘7 was compelled to utter those words, Miss Metcalf.” : / He said no more, for Dinorah no longer noticed him, but once more clung around the neck of her brother. " “Where you go,I go too, darling! If you are guilty, 1 am no less so! They shall never = us on earth or in heaven, brother! ben they bring the shameful rope, it. shall encircle mv throat before it touches yours!” In vain Fremont tried to reason with ber. In vain he whispered again the sacred charge which he had given her just before the coming of the officers of the law. She could not, she would not understand bim. She clung to him in a frenay of grief and fear—clung to him so desperately that he vainly tried to release ber | nervous arms, ceasing at length through fear of doing her material injury, Dave Long drew back a little, biting his mus- aches and muttering savage curses on his of- eand the lawin geveral. Wesley Whitecap turned bis back —— his bandanna freely, , bawking hemming at a furious aa rate, Walter Keever interchanged a “covert glamce with Colonel Teemer, but did not ven- ture to do anytbing more important: That calm, unreadable countenance seemed to grow harder, and a brighter light to shine from those black eyes as they roved swiftly from one to another of the company. Then he spoke, sharp and stern: " arshal, you know your duty; perform it!’ Dave Long turned toward him with a sullen respect. ? “The warrant says to arrest Fremont Met- - calf: it don’t hold the name o’ no lady. I won't lay the weight of a finger on her, ef the law goes to ’tarnal smasb—so thar /” ‘Then I wil!” harshly muttered the colonel, striding forward. But before bis hand could touch her person, Dinorah faced him, a beautiful fury, scorn and hatred filling ber face and ringing in every sy!- lable ; ‘‘ Will nothing short of playing the hangman satisfy you, m¢rciless demon? Have you not wrought enough injury to the strangers who came here on a holy mission?” “ The law must tale its course,” was the cold retort. ‘*The law? Asexemplified by you ? You— the midnight assassin? You—whose merciless hand shot down that poor wretch in tbe dark, and then, to save your own worthless neck, added basest perjury to mureer? And now you come to. gloat over your foul work! But—die, you fiend from Hades |” Insane with trouble and wretchedness, Di- norah left her brother, drew a revolver and leveled it at the heart of Colonel Teemer, An only for Walter Keever, who caught her ha and threw it up, she would bavekilled him then and there, The weapon wes discharged, but the bullet . spent ics force on the ceilivg, and as Dinorah saw Dave Long step forward and grasp Fremont Metcalf by the arm, she uttered a wild, wailing shriek, then reeled and fell to the floor, in a deathlike swoon. y And Colonel Darius Teemer smiled like one fully satisfied. * CHAPTER XV. THERES MUSIC IN THE AIR. | For a moment Walter Keever stood like one trified with borror and remorse for what he ad wrought in part, Then the mad, unresson- ing love which he felt for this peerless maiden burst out into a fierce cry as he sprung forward and stooped to raise her limp form from the floor to which she bad fallen. ‘ _But his bands had scarcely touched her gar- ments when a tall figure leaped into the room, grasped him by the shoulder, and whirling him around with as much —— ease as thou he was nothing more than a child, hurled tim with savage force away from the maiden’s side. Reeling, staggering, sightless, Walter Keever lunged heavily against Colonel Teemer, driv- ing him against the wall, both going down to the floor in a heap before either could recover his balance. . ; ‘‘ Hands off, you scoundrel!” grated a stern voice, and the first object the two discomfited men distinctly recognized as they un‘angled themselves, was a polished pistol-berrel over which gleamed the dark orbs of Chispa Char- ley. Haraly comprehending it as yet, the two men regained their feet, and Walter Keever was moving toward Dinorah once more, when the prince of gamblers halted bim with: ~* Back, you whelp! Dare but to touch this lady with the tip of your firger, and I'll send youto your master hot-foot! And tbe same to you, Colonel, Darius Teemer! You know me, aud you know my record!” ¥ Chispa Charley held tbe almost lifeless form of Dinorah Metcalf across bis left arm, her head resting against bis shoulder, while bis rigt band crossed over and covered the two con- fused, mortified men with a ready revolver. {ncumbered th he was, be held the drop, and they were wise enough to realize this un- comfortable fact. Fremont Metcalf had started forward to to bing as though he bad not a friend left on earth. =e & heaven, his unscrupuloys enemies triamph- ing at all points. ; ‘ : But now a flash of his old spirit returned, and $4 boy, Charlev! Wing the devils, if oll much as insult her by word, touch or Wesley Whitecap almost broke his neck in | getting out of the room, the majority «f the rymen emulating his highly prusent exan ple without stopping to argue the point. Rirbt well they knew that bullets were no {rs of persons, and it was not often that such harsh terms passed the interchange of leaden compliments d between men of the cay without | also, .
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' bony fingers. 20 This occasion was one of the exceptions that go to prove the rule, however. Neither of the trio were anxious to burn powder at that stage ‘of the game, where innocent persons might easily get the worst of it. Colonel Teemer, after that brief hesitation, caught Walter Keever by the arm and led bim from'the room, pausing at the threshold to cast back over his shoulder: ‘Pll see you later, Mr. Hampton.” “You'll be right welcome, never fear!” was the tart response, that pistol steadily follow- ing them until their forms were fairly lost to view. ‘‘T ask one favor of you, marshal,” said Fre- mont Metcalf, in a tone of voice that seemed more like his usual self. «Be it don’t ran chuck-up ag’inst the law an’ my duty, it’s yourn afore you do the axin’,” was the prompt response. oe My sister—she is all alone in the world now! Let me see her in the care of a friend before I go with you. Poor child! this has been a bitter black night for ber. She is about worn out, body and mind.” “Git out. Jobn! I guess I know—poor child!” and Betsy Forbes broke into the room, uucere- moniously taking Dinorah from the strong arms that seemed—or was it idle fancy?—reluctant to give her up. ‘‘ Git out, you men critters! Afn’t ye satisfied with the wicked work you’ye done a’ready ?” Fremont glanced into the eyes of Dave Long, who released his grasp. The youth hastened to the honest if slightly-vixenish landlady, assist- ing her in placing 1 inorah on the bed. “As you are a woman, be kind to her,” he muttered, his eyes and voice both filled with tears. ‘‘She has no mother, no father—and now they are taking me away from her. Watch over and guard ber, as you hope for salvation hereafter. Kind Heaven will ;reward you, if we are not able to do so.” “The poor darlin’—as if Taxedit! Bela heathen without heart or bowels or sympathet- icals, I'd like to know?’ «Forgive me; I bardly know what I am say- ing. But you will—you will guard her against all annoyance fram those infernal scoundrels, Teemer and Keever?” “ Won't 1?” with a significant crooking of her “Jest let ’em try it on, that’s all! Not a man-critter shell come anighst the pritty darlin’, onless she axes fer’em in somany words—no, they sha’n’t!” y Fremont Metcalf knew that be could expect no more, and stooping, he pressed an ardent kiss upon the pale, senseless face of his sister, then returned to Dave Long, saying stem ‘Pm ready to go with you now, m al.” “It’s the last bit o’ duty the durned ole town’ll ever git out o’ Dave Long, talk!” muttered the disgusted cial, with a regretful glance toward the lifeless re-over which Aunt Betsy was bending solicitously. “Per two cents, I’d tear off the cussed star an’ bg = it onder fut this blessed minnit!” **Not yet, Dave,” said Chispa Charley, a grave interest in his tones. “We may » your official influence before the night is fairly ou hear mea ~ over, as well as your good right arm.” “You think, then?’ muttered tte marshal, with a significant glance toward his prisoner. “Speak out plain, Dave. He’s got sand enough to bear the worst. Yes; I believe the gang Jay Flicker trained with is bent on raising a mob to lynch our friend.” “They'll find more snags than one in the | way.” or True; I’ve been at work outside, as well as they. You can ‘count on all of the boys tu stand by you, I reckon we can make it mighty interesting for the roughs if they try to crowd us to the wall.” ‘ ; Fremont said nothing, though a sad, wan smile played about his lips fora moment, Just then, life had ve ee recommend it, in bis norab— | “= Only for hey a out of the hotel, the prisoner walking between them. Dave Long halted, his right hand going down to a pistol as his keen eyes detected a number of shadowy figures flit- t = fro before them. é “They’re our friends, Dave,” muttered Chis- pa, at the same time giving vent to a peculiar whistle. - An answer came like au echo, and the figures became stationary until the three men were in their midst, when they closed ranks and march- ed steadily through the town to the rude jail. , Dave Long’s face relaxed a little as he scanned the escort thus supplied by the forethought. of Chispa Charley. He knew them all, coul give the record of each man in the close ranks, and was well content. If gamblers, sports, men who lived by the exercise of their wits and preying single story in bight, rere a : mar Pex space some — twent square, his building, formed principally of heavy, rough slabs, stood at one oe : end of a yard formed of heavy planks, fifteen feet bigh, stoutly braced, the top armed with spikes and barbed wire. Asa rer thing, Canaan found all of her criminal! cases effectually disposed of before the lock of the jail could be turned on the delin- quents, and as none of those who had been con- fined therein had ever broken jail, being for the most part drunken miners or gamblers put there to sleep off their bad whisky, no move had ever been made toward furnishing a better and se- curer jail, Dave Long opened the door, and Fremont Metealf entered. The marshal lit a dingy lan- tern and hung it up against the wall. By this light, Fremont glanced around him and made a note of bis surroundings. Not very cheering, truly! There was no furniture in the building. A scattered heap of hay partially covered the floor, but sufficient was left bare to show him it was made of long, heavy planks. High up in the walls were. cut narrow apertures which served to admit air and light when the sun shone, or which might be utilized as loop-holes against a mob, in case of necessity. ‘¢Tt’s the best we kin do fer ye,” said Dave, his voice showing plainly enough that his sym- pathy, as a man, was with the young fellow. ‘Here’s hopin’ you won’t need to stop here many days; an’ when the time comes to leave it, may you come out, head up an’ tail a-risin’, to see me turn off the dirty whelp as raaly done the murder=-amen !” It was not often that honest Dave suffered his feelings to so wholly carry himself away, and when he had spluttered out these well- meant words, he hastily left the jail, closing the door and turning the key in the lock. Chispa Charley was awaiting his reappear- ance. ‘¢There’s music in the air, old fellow!” He did not need to explain his meaning. From the main part of town, nearly a quarter of a mile distant from where the jail stood in its isolation, came wild yells and cries, now and then punctuated, as it werey by a revolver-shot, Clearly Canaan was red-hot and about to boil over! “They must take me, fu’st!” grimly uttered the marshal, looking to his weapons, ‘And me!-chimed in Chispa Charley, ad- ding: ‘‘ It will be a bad old job for those who play the first cards, mate! I’ve got the boys in arness, and when they do cut loose, there'll be solid work for sexton and undertaker, sure!” ** How many can you count on?” ‘“Twenty—but they’re each one equal to a couple, when they know they’re fighting for the law. With you and I at the head, to tell them to go it for all they’re worth, it will take a young army to best them.” “Call them up, so a feller kin make sure which is which. It won’t be no hurt to them to hev it knowed they were ready to putt their licks in on the er side, even ef that should ane out to be all sound an’ no fury over yon- er. Chispa Charley cheerfully obeyed, and the men geared around the front of the jail, rang- ed in line, Dave Long passing from one to an- other, recognizing each by name, adding a few words that told how fully he recognized the ser- vice they were ready to perform. This done, the marshal returned to where Chispa stood, is “They're a good lot, sure enough, Chispa. I ain’t sure but what witn you to help me lead ’em, I could take the town, with Kunnel Teem- er at the head.” ‘‘T think if you were to look close eno, pard, you’d find my mark somewhere on that same colonel,” was the quiet reply; but it was a tery that speaks louder than boasting. ‘““Pyva bad that suspicion before this, but since the part he bas played to-night I could almost take oath to that effect.” “Waal, when you claim poe agi fs I I want to be whar-I kin see the fun—as plain Dave Long, without any durned marshal busi- ness "bout it, mind ye!” The outcry in town grew louder and more distinct, and for a few moments it seemed as though the crisis was actually at hand. It | seemed as though the mob, mad with liquor and athirst for blood, were coming at a rust: for the jail. But only for a brief space did this delu- sion last. Thesounds sunk lower, and the dark group around the prison knew that the time was not just yet. “Dave,” said Chispa Charley gravely, after a brief silence which grew oppressive, ‘‘ suppose = take your pick of the boys to help you, ben run young Metcalf over to Tinker’s Dam? Vil wre here and hold the gang level until you are safe.” ' Dave Long gave a short, hard Jaugh as he replied: ‘*Wouldn’t that be j in’ out o’ the skillet into the fire, mate? o rules the roost at. Tinker’s Dam?” ‘‘ Colonel Darius Teemer,” was the slow re- sponse.” , “Waal? He hain’t got no grudge ag’inst the | 1? lad, hes he?” Bh oo i Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. “ Perhaps I could make bim forget it, Per- haps I could even persuade him to give up his: residence at Tinker’s Dam, and settle down in Canaan,” Words simple enough in themselves, but Dave: Long readily urderstood the grim significance, which lay beneath. ‘*Ts won’t do, Chispa. The kunnel ain’t a. common man in the ’pinion o’ the citizens ‘round here, Ef you was.to pick a quarrel an’ wipe bim out, it d beall day with you. An’ so much the wuss fer the lad, too, Don’t you. see?” One of the gamblers, uttering a sharp chal-: lenge, just then saved Chispa Charley the neces- ay of a reply to this query. s the two leaders of the law and Shea ‘gota & turned in that direction a man whom Chispa recognized came up hastily. “The gang’s at work, boss! Romeo Bugg and his outfit’s working them all up to fever-pitch. They’ll be down after the prisoner before day- light comes, sure!” : “Tf so, all that come won’t -go back on their own legs!” grimly uttered Chispa, turning to Dave Long. ‘If you don’t like to adopt the- plan I mentioned, we'd better make all arrange- — ments for receiving our hot-blooded friends. from town.” - ‘‘ We're ready as it is, I take it.” “Tf they come in front, yes; but suppose they try to make a break from the rearf Suppose they were to get inside the stockade before we knew it? Which foot would the shoe pinch then? It could be done, you know,” ‘¢ With cool wits, mebbe, but not with a cargo 0’ bad whisky aboard,” retorted Dave Long. “ Still, it cain’t do no burt to make all double- sure, You boss the boys; ax fer a couple o” volunteers to keep watch on the back end o’ the n Chispa Charley did so, and from the number that offered, be selected two in whom he felt he: could place implicit reliance, and led them around to the rear of the lot. He stationed one at each corner of the stockade, bidding them keep so they could each command a view of one side, as well as the rear. them at their posts and returned to the front of the jail where Daye Long was awaiting him, Scarcely had he returned when another chal- lenge went out from the men whom they had cast a little in advance to detect the sree of any body of men. In the dim light, they could detect a considerable force, and each mam rasped his weapons tighter, steeling his nerves or the deadly cofiflict which one and all felt: assured was close at band. Chispa Charley, revolver in hand, stepped for- ward to investigate, and as his sharp challenge rung forth it was answered by a voice which he instantly recognized as that of a merchant. — who he knew could bave naught in common. with the drunken rioters, ‘Friends, come to lend you a helping hand in case of need,” was the reply to the challenge... ‘‘There’s trouble brewing in town among the roughs. They’re filling up with whisky, and swearing to have a lynching-picnic before the- sun rises,” ; ‘ ‘¢ Weexpected something of the sort, and have- prepared for the pienickers,” lightly replied) — Chispa Charley, advancing and warmly greet- ing the unexpected accession to, their forces. “You are very welcome, bowever, though I’np afraid when the hot-heads come to see our num-- bers, they'll think twice before opening the ball. If that will save us some trouble, it will also. save a number of lives that should bave found an end long ago!” : The hew-comers were for the most part com-- posed of respectable business men of the town, and they received the gambler rather acca Though the lines are never strictly drawn in. places like Canaan, there is always more or less- prejudice against those who gamble for a living, and knowing this, Dave Long came forward: — and took the lead, ; A quiet smile curled the red lips of the. gam-- bler, as he fell back. It was plain he cared little for the opinions of these men. Ifa gam- bler by’profession, he was vot ashamed of the act. There was little said,. The men were alf armed, all resolved to defeat Abe bloody plans: of the drunken gang; but as though they were. oil and water, the two divisions refused to mix, And thus, divided among tliemselves, they wait- ed and watched, listening to the wild, drunkem shouts from town. An hour or more passed, without anything more definite from the roughs, and the party of defenders were beginning to believe that, after all, their precautions were needless, when they plainly heard the sounds comin®®nearer, And then they gaent sient of a number of torches and lanterns encing about between them and/ the main part of thetown. . , ng y, gents,” muttered Dave Long, cool. as ice himself, ‘ Let the critters make them- selves cl’arly in the wrong afore givin’ it to’em,. Wait ontel I give the word; then wade in fer all you’re wn’th!” _ : went ; Though they yelled and whoo Poi Warning them to — strict silence and unremitting vigilance, he left — nae Nee oe oe eo Oo Ly ie ie tet a i, allie | and whooped and sereech- | ed as though trying to split their throats, the.
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=f we ee ee we es ie Pe ow ee Oe | Long, in high excitement. tn Oe ae) .from an anticipated bullet or two. ‘Charley leaped forward and kn Reng of roughs still kept at a safe distance, hey seemed very busy about something, but just what that something was, the defenders of the jail could not guess. And as the minutes passed on, Chispa Charley suggested his stealing forward to investigate. Dave Long, to whom, as chief of the forces | this request was directed, hesitated. He did ‘not want to take a step outside of his legitimate duty, but his curiosity was rapidly getting the better of him, when a diversion occurred. A flickering light was slowly aperonclnns their position from the direction of the town, It seemed to be a common miner’s-lamp, the red blaze flickering and swaying in the breeze. Beneath this light, they could dimly distin- guish a human shape, though neither features a dress could be clearly distinguished at first. en— “Tt is a woman, by thunder!” cried Dave ‘« What're the p’izen imps up to now?” : ‘‘It may be some cunning“rick to throw us off our guard; so look out, while I take a little stroll!” muttered Chispa Charley, his revolver drawn and ready as he stepped from the ranks ane rapidly advanced toward the nondescript gure, CHAPTER XVI. WORSE AND WORSE, AND MORE OF IT. PLUCKY as he had time and again proven himself since the day when he first struck the region in which lay Canaan, Chispa Cherle felt Ae hpi. but comfortable as he slowly ad- vanced to’ meet that strange ‘‘ contrivance” which had awakened the curiosity of the jail- defenders, The dim, uncertain light from the lamp which the object,-man or woman, wore on its head, did very little toward solving the mys- tery. There was certainly some sort of float- ing drapery below the middle of the ‘‘ what is it?” that resembled the dress of a woman. But would a woman be in such company, at that uncomfortable hour? And, above all, would a woman be performing such ridiculous antics and contortions, unless indeed she had ron’, recently escaped from some lunatic asy- um Throwing forward bis revolver, Chispa Char- ley cried: “Halt! hands up, whoever you are!” hoarse, mumbling, indistinct sound came from the direction of the light-bearer at this sharp challenge, and there certainly was no further advance, though that was the only por- tion of the command obeyed. The nondescript stopped abruptly, then fell ck a pace or two, bending and twisting, swaying from side to side as if ra to dodge nd as he Stared in amazement, Chispa Charley fancied he could see the strange being desperately tug- ping atarevolver which had, in some manner, ome entangled in his clothes behind his waist. be Careful, ou! rung out his voice im grim warning. ‘I’ve got the drop, and it’ll take a prettier-looking object than you to spoil my record! Once more—hands up!” A Btoaiting outburst from the light-bearer told plainly enough that this warning was both heard and understood, but still those insane antics continued, while the hands remained hid- den from sight behind the being’s back! Was the creature courting death? Chispa Charley cast a keen, comprehensive glance around him, feeling sure this was but some 1 pee trick on the part of tbe lynch- ang. He could berely distingtish phantem- ike figures of men moving to and fro between him and the lights in the town, but none of them seemed to be within easy striking dis- tance. And in all other directions the coast ap- peared to be perfectly clear, Satisfied ‘that he had only one enemy to deal with, and fancying he heard a low laugh com- ing from among the jail-defenders, the Man ith a Record strode swiftly toward the writh- ing enigma, ready to send a bullet searching for its vitals at the first gleam of a weapon. _Agentle, eddying current of air struck the light and turned it so that the red rays fell full upon the face of its bearer. One moment was all it lasted, but that was sufficient for the gatnbter. A cry of amazement escaped bis lips, or he not only recognized the face, but he-saw why his sharp challenge had not been answered intelligibly. : The light-bearer was none other than Honest Jobn Forbes, landlord of the Occidenta) Hotel, and his never very nimble tongue was now rendered absolutely dumb by the application of a Tee ting Bae. The instant he made this recognition, Cbispa ocked the miner’s lamp far away, so that its rays could not endanger eithér the landlord or himself, then used his knife so adroitly that a gasping, wheezing breath, a guttural curse anda rantil: ated prayer all leaped out from the throat of Honest John in a confused jumble! And his liberated hands came around to clese on those of his deliverer, pressing them spas- Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. modically, while the wildly protruding eyes cast glances over his shoulder toward town. “The good Lord bless you, Chispa!”” be man- aged to ejaculate, ‘‘ An’ cuss them devils! Ef Iain’t white-headed, it’s a blessed marcy too good to even think of! Them abind, pushin’ | me on—you ahead, with the drop, a-yellin’ to up with my han’s—an’ me thar as couldn’t, all the time lookin’ fer a hull mule-load o’ bullets from your battery! The—good—Lord! Efl cain’t git even onto somebody, bu’st goes my Diler, an’ I know it!” Though he felt a certain degree of uneasiness and no little anxiety to learn just what this comical masquerade meant, Chispa Charley could not help laughing at the tru y remarka- ble appearance which the worthy landlord made just then, And with a generous desire to share the treat with his. fellow-defenders, Chispa was gently urging Honest John back to the jail, the landlord tuo thoroughly excited as yet to realize the anything but dignified figure be cut, A chorus of laughter greeted him, as the de- fenders gathered around, the better to take in his truly unique get-up. For a moment Honest Jokn glared indignant- ly at them, evidently taking this wild outburst as a personal insult, but as Dave Long thought- fully turned the full light of a bull’s-eye lan- tern “upon him, he uttered a scorching oath; then a sheepish laugh as he began tearing off his disguise, ‘ His portly form was arrayed in a calico dress of large figure and flaming co'ors, On his head was a bonnet once the hight of fashion and then styled a ‘‘sky-scraper,” the peaked front of which was filled with gaud bright yellow goldenrod, with a liberal supply of green for foliage. Wide red, yellow and purple striped ribbons held the bonnet on his head, being tied in a huge double bow beneath his fat chin. A gayly colored shawl was over his shoulders, crossing in front, then being brought back and tied behind his back, ‘Clearly a spy, taken within our lines and in disguise,” said one of the merchants, with mock gravity. nies “The penalty of which is death!” adde* an- other, ; ‘*By hanging!” supplemented a third. And once more the chorus of laughter went up from tbroats that already ached from laugh- ing so long and heartily. But Chis Charley suddenly grew sober. Certainly Honest John bad not entered willing- ly on this masquerade? ‘* Did I? DoT look like a durned idjit?” in- dignantly puffed the landlord, as he hurled the. last of poor Betsy’s finery far from him into the gloom. ‘‘ Would a sober man o’my age an’ ’sperience cyt up sech durned fool capers ef he didn’t hev to? The—good—Lord !” With a silent signal to Dave Long, Chispa Charley drew the landlord to one side, where he would not be pestered by the laughing com- ments of the defenders, then questioned him, ‘Who rigged you up after that style? Where ory find you? t does it all mean, any- ow?’ And then, as the full force of the strange affair struck him, he grasped Honest John by the arm, and grated: “The gang—they came to the hotel?’ “They jest did!’ Chispa Charley did not wait for the landlord to say anything further. With thoughts only for Dinorah Metcalf, whom he believed in im- minent peril, ke darted back to the front of the jail and calling a balf-dozen of his men by name, bade them follow him as fast as_ possible. At a swift run he set off in the direction of the hotel, caring nothing for the perils which might lie in his path. ~ Daye Long understood what this meant, and only his stern sense of duty kept bim from fol- lowing. But be knew that he had work to per- form where he was, and quietly called the star- ing landlord back to his story. “Tell it your own way, le Johnny,” he said, ‘‘ but ’member that the quicker I know all that’s happened, the better able I may be to help you git even with the pesky critters as made a monkey-show o’ you at your time o’ life.’ A more potent argument could not have been brought forward, for since he had recovered from his fright, Honest Jobn was literally. ‘red-hot ” against the authors of this outrage. ‘‘Jest putt me in the way 0’ gittin’ even, an’ you kin hev free run 0’ my house, an’ never pa a durned cent as long’s | live!” he exclaimed, grasping the hand of the marshal and shaking it vigorously. ‘* Never mind that; what I want is to know what brung you here in sech astyle? Whosent ye? Fer why?” With a desperate effort. Honest. John calmed his outraged sensibilities sufficiently to tell a connected story. ; : “T was settin’ thar in Me office, waitin’ fer news. The old Jady was up-sta’rs lookin’ after the young lady. wanted Roman bad to run out an’see what you all was doin’, but I didn’t dast to leave the house alone while them crazy critters was rampagin’ all over town, I red poppies and |" 23 | | didn’t know but what they mought take it into | thar fool beads to sot the hotel afire, cause one | o’ the gang got rubbed out in thar.” “That’s all right, Uncle Johnny,” said Dave,, with a trace of impatient sharpness in his tones. ‘You done jest right, but skip the outcrop- | pin’s an’ git down to pay rock as soon’s ye | kin without too much trouble. Business, ye know, uncle!” ‘‘ An’ thar I was a-settin’ when the durned whelps run in onto me—an’ me nigh two-halves asleep! They hed me foul afore I could wink. twice.” ‘© Who was they?” “ You tell—J°ll never do it!. They hed thar faces all kivered over with rags, an’ thar duds was put on wrong side out, an’ all sech-like doin’s. Ef they ever hed a mother, an’ she was to’ve see’d ’em then as I see’d ’em, she’d ’a’ gone into highstrikes without hafe tryin’!” ‘‘What did they do fu’st?” asked Dave, still thioking to burry the landlord to the pith of his adventure, ““Wiped the floor up with me, when I tried j t } to git loose! Spread me over that room from A to Izzard! Used me fer a scrub-broom, durn em! “ An’ thea what did they do? What was it they wanted o’ you, anyway? What fer did they send you out here?” “Ttd be a heap eagier to say what they didn’t do!” the irate landlord replied. ‘‘They tuck free run o’ the bar, fer one thing. They made a monkey-show 0’ me, fer ’nother. They tied me up like a durned bog, an’ then some o’ the gang went rummagin’’round ontel they run afoul 0’ the old lady.” ‘They didn’t hurt the other—Miss Metcalf?” ‘*Not a hurt, thanks to the old lady. She shet an’ locked the door onto ’em, an’ swore she’d let daylight through tbe just one as dared to show his ugly mug in them quarters!” “Good for Aunt Betsy!” exclaimed Dave Long, his eyes aglow. “ They told her they’d roast me alive ef she didn’t open up, but she told ’em to go ahead; she bed more vallible property to look out fer then any ole, good-fer- nothin’ man!” a little rue- fully added Honest Jobn. Dave Long turned his face aside to hide a smile, That was Aunt Betsy, all over! “ They let her be, then, They found some o” her riggin’, though, an’ come back to me. They putt it on somehow, then sot me onto my feet an’ marched m@out-doors, like a durned monkey-show on twolatgs! The—good—Lord f Ef I ever ketch ’em!” “Pil holp you to ketch ’em, Uncle Johnny, ef you'll on’y come to the p’int at once,” impa- tiently uttered the marshal, * ‘They tuck me out to whar we could see the jail. One big critter spoke to me jest so: ou go over yender, sez he, an’ tell them crit- ters that ef they'll give up that feller as killed Jay Flicker, fer us to do as we like with, an’ no powder-burnin’ or nae an’ they kin f° thar own way, eer bat’s jest what he. sez fer me to tell.” : ‘* Mighty ginerous!” sarcastically muttered Dave, “They didn’t ax nothin’ by way 0” boot, did they?” “The big critter said they hed men enough, an’ mad enough to take the bulltown. They wanted the man that killed Jay Flicker, an’ they was boun’ fer to bev him, Ef quietly, all tight. an’ so much the better. f not—ef ou was durned foo! enough to hold cut—they’d urn the town, house by house. Ef that didn’t. fetch you out o’ your hole, then they'd come down onto ye like a cyclone an’ ae the bulk airth with what was left o’ your karkidges, Hev him they was boun’ to!” ‘‘ Anythin’ more?” quietly asked the marshal. “You was to hey jest one hour to think it over. Ef you didn’t come to time then, aes see the red rooster begin to show bisself, an’ hear bim crow fer jedgment day !” “You couldn’t take oath to the big critter, could ye?” ‘ “Nor to any o’ tbe rest. They was rigged outso the Oid Boy hisself wouldn't ’a’”*knowed ’em! Wuss than me, ef that could be,” and Honest John laughed faintly as he thought of the ridiculous figure he had cut, and of_all the drinks it would cost him before hearing the last. of that masquerade, ; Dave Long bad turned on bis heel and went. back to where his mén were curiously awaiting the result. In terse sentences he explained all that he bad drawn from the landlord. > “Tt’s my ’pinion thar threats ain’t got no- bottom to ’em, They won’t burn a single house, when they come: to see that we don’t skeer wu’th a cent, Still, I ain’t axin’‘any o’ ye to stop bere with me, ef you think you kin do more good in town. Them as wants to do: it, kin pull out, an’ never a word be throwed up to ’em fer doin’ of it. We won’t wantso many men here to do the fightin’, ef fightin’ they is to be, anyhow,” A few of the men whose interests in the town were the greatest, availed themselves of this permission, none the less readily because the wild racket suddenly increased in town, Hoots and screams, mixed with reckless firing, made it. seem as though the mob was try--
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‘be better i ‘the jail was émpty, save for himself and . grew still i 4 Yad they told their story comm 24 s i Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. ing to work their courage up to the attacking point, ‘*They’s too much sound thar fer much dam- age,” dryly commented Dave Long, as be saw his men busying themselves with their weapons, as though anticipating an immediate assault. ** Ts won’t come jest yit, if ever. They’re none too good, but [ reckon they hain’t got no more sand than tue law ’lows. hen they do come, ef they mean bu-iness, you won’t hear quite so mouch yor!ltin’ as that.” He turned to Honest Johu Forbes, adding: ‘You'd best go back home, Uncle Johnny. ‘We're strong epougb here without your help, an’ you kin be of more use thar to Jook after the wimmen. Shet up your bouse, an’ keep your finger on the trigger. Ef anybody tries to make @ row, salivate ’em the best you know how. [ll be vour s‘curity.” “They won’t ketch me in the same way ag’in, i tell ye!” “Not much, They won’ttry. Chispa’s thar, Tell him to stop thar, ef he thinks best. We kin git along without bim,1 reckon, Better take a circumbendibus, Uncle Jobnny, so them dirty whelps won't sight ye, Good luck go with e! The landlord bastened away, and almost im- mediately dfver, an approaching figure was ob- - served and challenged by one of tbe keen-eyed defenders. In answer came the well known voice of Chispa Charley, alore, ** All’s well at the hotel, as yet,” he bastily exp aiued to the marshal. © For fear of trouble, though, I left the boys there on guard, We can manage witbout them bere, [ reckon,” Dave Long - hastily made known the story told by Honest. John, and Jooked his wish for advice. It came promptly enough: “They'll never dare burn the town. That much is all wind, But they will give usa brush, I actually believe. I took a little turn through the town coming back, and they seem to be gettigg allready fora rush. Wouldn’t it e go inside the pen? Then, if they are too hefty for us, we can enter the jug through the back door, and defy an army from there, so long as they don’t use fire to rout us our, Dave nodded. He himself had come to the same conclusion, : “Tt won’t be so long to wail,” he scid, with a glance at the sky toward the east: ** Daylight’ll come in av hour,” He unlocked the door and entered the jail, ‘but uttered a little cry as he saw that the light which be had left with the prisoner was no Jonger burning. "Instantly he uncovered his buli’s-eye lantern and swept the Jizht around the room, A fierce curse escaped his lips, for nispa Cvarley! For a moment he stood as though turned to stone, but then he turned savagely upon the gamb'er, bis eyes blazing, his face contorted, his voice grating through bis clinched teeth; ~ Is this your work, Chispa? Ef it is, Pt kill |. ou I” : , But his light flashed upon a face that showed only astonishment and vacant wonder, Then the gambler spoke: **T never did it, Dave; I pledge you my word of honor!” He couldn’t ’a’ come out by the front way. He couldn’t ’a’ done the work without help. He ccouldn’t ’a’ passed out,at the back without the men thar s-ein’ of him, onless they shet thar eyes on purpose, An’ them men was picked out by you to keep watch, Caispa!” he said, hardly, sternly, still baat. “And UVll answer for them with my life, if need be!” was the impulsive reply. “Out and look for them, boys!’ He made a move as though he would set the example, but a heavy band checked him and be looked +quare into the blazing orbs belonging to the marshal of Canuan. “ Wito me, Crispa, ef you please, We'll wait there tell the boys come back with the guards,” Chispa shrugged his sboulders in silence, though his face was still deeply troubled, Nor did that strange Joo! vanish when the men came back, the two -uards between them, alive and well, but limpieg. And the ape be look n ap- swer to the questionings of Long. They had strictly obeyed orders in regard to the enemy. At the moment when those in front were investigating the appenrance of lonest John in disguise, they were approsched ‘by a small squad of men, whom they halted. In answer a well known form drew near, alone. ‘They were told that he bad brought some men to nid in the defense of the jail. And then— ‘they were attacked from bebind, blankets bein east over their beads, They were bound, han and foot, as found by the party sent _out to in- vestigate; but they could tell no more. _ And the man whom they accnsed of this treachery, was none other than Old Forked- Lightning! * Your ‘pard an’ stan’-by, Chispa!” sternly men ng. **T don’t uaderstand!” muttered the gambler, passing one hand across his brows, as though to clear away the mists, “I know it couldn't be the old man—he wouldn’t take such a step with- out first consulting me!” ‘See here, Chispa. The man who was placed in my keer as an officer o’ the law, is gone, Your fri’nd hoped him off. Your men let him pass by without givin’ warnin’ tous, [’m goin’ after that boy, an’ I’)! fetch him back, dead or alive! Dll look fer the old man, too, an’ git the truth out o’ bim. Then, ef be says you was in cahoots, I’ll come back here an’ kill you, sure as | they’s a Heaven over our heads!” CHAPTER XVII. STABBED IN THE BACK! As the door of heavy timbers closed behind the form of Dave Lonug—as he heard the sharp click of the key turning in the wards of the of the huge padlock—Fremont Metcalf felt as though the last link connecting bim with this world was cut off for good and all. He could distinguish, though indistinctly, the wild yells and boots of the drunken mob, and as by instinct he knew what they portended; but he gave them not a second thought, Just then he felt so utterly miserable that it seemed as though he could welcome eveu such a shameful death as a happy relesse from his present mis- ery. He sunk down upon the musty heap of dried grass, bowing his face upon his hands, thinking —thinking, How long: he remained thus he never knew, | He was lost to all outer sounds, unconscious of the lapse of time, until be distinctly felt the board on which his feet weré resting, move as though being lifted by something beneath iv! : Tt was a wild fancy, he told himself, but for all that, in his bosom sprung up a still wilder longing for freedom, for liberty, if only that be might solve this cruel mystery in whose cling- ing coils he so suddenly found’ biniself! Nor did the shrill squeaking of arat as it pressed up- ward torough.a bole in the flooring that was barély large enough to permit its passage, dissi- pate his waking dreams, And then—bis breath came more quickly as he heard a key turoing softly in the rear door, His eyes began to glitter with a balf insane light.” His limbs drew together until he croucb- ed like one in readiness to leap upon another who alone kept him from liberty. For one in- stant, Fremont Metcalf was but little better than a lunatic. He could barely distinguish the cautious move- ments at the rear door, He heard the padlock removed, the chain lowered, the rusty hasp moved from the heavy staple. Why all this caution? Surely it would vot be used if those beyond the door were of the marsbal’s party? And if not, then they must be enemies—perbaps the lynchers, come to take by cuoning what. they feared to attempt by force! It was a cruel revulsion of feeling, and in the new fear which assailed him, Fremont Metcalf was on the point of calling aloud to Dave Long or Chispa Charley, when the door silently open- ed sufficiently for a human head and pair of shoulders to be thrust inside. And a whisper came hurriedly: ‘‘ Hist! not a whimper, or we’re both gone suckers!” lt was well the warning came so quickly, for in that one brief glimpse Fremont Metcalf re- cognized the strange man who had risked life in his bebalf, who had shown so much anxiety for ie aad during the trial—Old Forked-Lighbt- ning With one finger pressed upon his lips; the old man slipped inside the jail, moving silent) across tbe room to where the lantern stood, hastily extinguishing it. Then, so silently that Fremont never beard his approach, he regained the side of the astonished prisoner, bending over aod whispering hurriedly: — “ They ain’t no time to lose, lad, ef ycu want to see the sun rise ag’in! Tn a little bit the gang'll be here, red-hot fer blood, an’ it ain’t no common jolt asl throw ’em off the track when they once takes’ it. Come with me— quick!” Despite his recent dreams, now that the wa seemed opened to him, Fremont hesitated, It seemed the part of a guilty man to take to flight. And yet—if the lynchers came, no mat- ter how the fight might go, there would be bloodsbed on his account. “Think o’ your sister—think o’ your fri’nds, dear boy, ef you hain’t no thought fer yerself!” whispered Old hokengg sc. ‘“"Phink 0” the kunnel en’ your inemies! ill you stop here to be butchered, an’ let’em bev full swing? Or will you live to cl’ar yerself an’ kiver them with shame? Will you go down in the mem'ry 0’ all time as a murderer, or will you take life enough to bring the real ‘gassin to light?” ' It was enough. With feverish impatience to be gone, Fremont a and followed the lead of The Solitary. 8 gz only, Jong enough ‘to close and lock the door again, tho old man led the way along in the deep shade cast by the armed fence, and -near one end of the pen he gently pushed aside a couple of the wide planks, loose at the bottoms, though still held to the upper beam by a nail or two. ‘*Go on,” muttered Old Forked-Lightning as Fremont hesitated. ‘‘They’re fritnds you see waitin’ thar—go on!” He obeyed, slipping through the opening, im- mediately followed by the Solitery. Fremont gave a little start as he fancied he - could distinguish’a prostrate figure lying close against the bottom of the fence; but bis guide uttered a faint whistle and several men crept toward them, coming from that direction; and Fremont fancied one of these was the shape he first saw. He could see that all of the men were dis- guised, wearing keavy mufflers over their heads and shoulders, something like meal-sacks, As © he turned toward his rescuer, he saw that Old Forked-Lightning also had donned one of these disguises. ‘Ill save trouble ef anybody should run on- to us, ye see, dear boy,” whispered the old man, taking a similar disguise from one of bis assist- ants and preparing it for the use of the escaped prisoner. ‘‘ Ef: we was recognized, it mought make trouble fer Ch—fer them as stan’ iv with us, ye see!” It was sufficient. Tie partial mention of the name of Chispa Charley drove all doubts from the mind of the young man, and be quietly sub- © mitted to be covered with the seck. It was fur- nished with boles through which he could see, and so he followed tbe noiseless lead of Old Forked - Lightning without much difficulty. Through the gioom—by a winding couy'se that carried them from the j:il and the town as well | —on for half a mile or more; then they came to a little clump of trees in which a number of horses were stationed, under cbarge of a man who wore the same disguise as themselves, “*Tv’s all well?’ They bain’t bin nobody sneak — in’ round?’ hurriedly asked the old men, “‘ Not a soul that I could make out,” was the reply. **Good enough! Straddle the critters, an’ pull out! Then Jet ’em smell fer the trail as keen as they keer fer' Ef they ketch us now, they’r heap smarter then | take ’em fer!” Like one in @ dream, Fremont mounted the beast assigned him, and surrounded by the masked mev, he rode rapidly along, he knew not whither. For hours, it seemed to him. For miles and miles, he knéw. Whitber, be asked not, he bardly cared. It was sufficient for the present that he was leaving the terrible noose of tbe lynchers far behind him! The day was seaicharwe when Old Forked- Lightning gave the signal for coming to a halt. Nimbly eledped from the saddle and came to the side of the man whom he bad stolen from jail, ‘ : ‘I reckon we've gone fur enough fer this time,” he said, with a light laugh as be held out a hand to assist Fremont. ‘(Where are we?” asked the young man, as he dismounted, casting s curious glance around him over the wild and romantic Jandscape, whose features were gradually growing more distinct as the rosy light of the new-born day fell athwart them, : “At the end o’ our ja’nt, fer the present,” Janghed the old man. ‘ They’s a surprise wait- in’ fer ye, dear boy, ef ye kin on’y guess it, Chispa wasn’t idle while the ole man’s bin at work. Guess what he’s done, Guess who it is that’s waitin’ to see ye! Guess whoit—” | “My sister—Dinorah!” almost gasped the outh. ! ve Hit it fu’st time!” chuckled The Soiitary. ‘‘Chispa brung ber here while I was lookin’ out fer you. You two kin keep in hidin’ while Cvispa an’ me smell out the real truth o’ how Jay Fiicker come by his death, An’ then ou—” , f ‘““Where is she? Where is Dinorah?” inter- rupted Fremont. ‘Look yender whar my fiuger p’ints. Don't you see ber?” ) Fremont bent eagerly forward and then—a | cruel blow fell upon bis head, and with a gasp- | ing, gurgling cry, be fell forward upon his face, senseless! . : } When be recovered his consciousness, it was late inthe afternoon. He was lying under the © sbade of a bending bush, and the scenery about — him was wholly strange to his aching, throb- bing brain. Where was he? What had happened? - How ~ah! The truth in part flashed upon him ashe — strove to leap to his feet, They were bound at the ankles. There were thongs pressing his wrists, And that dull pain in his bead. He remembered the cruel blow that deprived him of’ sense, Free then—a prisoner now! The enemy bad followed and 2 them, and— A startled cry escaped his 4 as a well- — known face came and bent over bim—the face — of Old Forkrd-Laghening} : ‘Well, you’ve come back to your senses at last, have you?” demanded the old man, with a strange harshness in his tones, “1 began to think you meantto sleep away the whole week?” - Fremont stared blankly into that faco. The yoice seemed the same, yet it was stra atrange it was heartless, sneering, un-
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7:86 Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. _ sympathetic! And why was he bound, while | ‘‘ You know how it turned out, I had to step | Old Forked-Lightning was left at libertv? “It puzzles you, does it?’ laughed The Soli- tary, coolly taking a seat beside the young man, producing « cigar and lighting it. can console yourself with tbe reflection that you bave plenty of company—that you are not the first by many a score, wb las been taken im and done for by yours truly!” An inkling of the truth began to the dazed brain of tie young man, Instead of a friend, this strange being was an enemy! He had been playing a cunning part all through the past night! Bat for what reason? -What could he bope to gain from such bitter, black treachery? netrate As before, the old man seemed gifted with the | et a) to read the secret workings of Fremont’s rain, and he said: é “Tl tell you, my dear boy, if you'll haye patience, It niay help to reconcile you to what is in store, ‘ “In the first place, I’m what straight-laced fellows like yourself, might call a colossal fraud. True, ’m Old Forked-Ligbtning at times— when there’s any important end to be gained by taking all that trouble, At others—but wait a bit; possibly you may not take any interest in that part of my record.” “ False—a traitor—you!”’ muttered Fremont; then, as the full force of that devilish admission flashed upon him, a groan of bitter anguish burst from his lips. ‘* My sister! may Heaven guard and protect her now!” “She’ll not suffer from lack of protectors. dear boy—don’t Jet that thougbt trouble you,” | chuckled the old man, his eyes glowing with an evil light. ‘If not one, then another. If not Chispa Charley, then me. If not_me, perhaps the gallant colonel—or Walter Keever—who knows?” ” With a desperate effort, “Fremont Metcalf strove to burst his bonds and leap at the throat of the wretch who had so thoroughly deceived him, who so bitterly mocked him now that he lay helpless at his mercy. But in vain, though he fancied he heard the stout thongs crack and Snap. ‘Toev, utterly exh: rt tit that merciless face. — "Are you, through, dear boy?’ mocked the traitor, “‘If not, Pil wait. I'm in no hurry, We have to wait here until the fair Dinoraa putstn an appearance, anyway.” Fremont closed bis eyes with a feeble groan of mental and bodily pain. It was too much! It_was too bitter! For a few minutes Old Forked-Lightning @moked on in silence, watching the pale face Of bis victim through bis half closed eyes, evi- dently enjoying bis acute anguish, But this quiet torture did not satisfy him long. He sat = and ruiely stirred the motionless figure th ona foot, saying: “Wakeup, dear boy! Wake up and listen to the tule I haye to unfold for your particular benefit. [t is interesting enongh to keep you from falling asleep, never fear!” Scarcely Seip So of his actions, Fremont obeyed, so far as opening bis eyes w-nt. With a lack-lus‘er gaze be stared at the traitor, saying vothivg, but still listening. _‘*Why have I taken so much pains to throw dustin your eyes? Why have I pretended to be @ friend, while all the time. I was an enemy? isten and you shall know, dear boy! “T have had an eye on you fora long time. I was first attracted by your advertisements ask- ing information concerning Tucker Metcalf. hy? age I knew the man long ago. Let that answer suffice for the present. I may say more, after, : _“ A friend and ally of mine—never mind bis name for the Ponty —was Watching you close- ly. He bear ‘that you bad gained a clew, and were about to act on it. He could not tell me more, just then, but he said you were getting lady to leave for the West. He could only tell me the name of the place you were heading for: Canaan. Hedid we § know who it was you were going to meet.* He only knew that you received a letter offering to tell you all about Tucker Metcalf, for a generous consideration, and that you bad closed with the offer. “The report was a vague one, but it was suf- ficient to mark you for death! From the mo- mient you turned your face toward Canaan, you were doomed, beyond all earthly hope! Every Channel of escape was blocked. eon would have perished by the way, only it was necessary todiscover the traitor who offered to sell out those whom be had sacredly vowed to serve, aid and protect with his life, if need be. ~ Xou arrived at Canaan. You lost no time in seeking for the trai‘or. But promptly as you moved, the destroyer was on your track. It Mac pata that led Romeo Bugg to assail you in such a fashion that no serious charge of mur- “Why didn’t I let the game go on, to tially misunderstood my or He was to in The Grave, He was acting under my orders. He was not to pick a quarrel with and kill you, der could be brought against bim. : I to the end? use Bugg was too fast. _ Because he par- pe dh ap the traitor had made bimself known ou, and to us at the same time, Then you Dota we 1 umiles! One wild scream—then abhi ra ae } y ~ 4 e hs ¢ i ai h* i, pak a, = 4 , 2 os i i es a St ee y y “At c A : cme e - a Serha . z mee ¥ ae : Yor FN oy : - = ~ Aneiy ¢ ies y ee ee ae ata maaan f ba Pt x . in i ae ject ees oe Re aes - Ne pean ae Poh t ‘oe, O ara 5 . Ban * Well, you | austed, he lay panting, | | ia, and Romeo Bugg suffered for his stupidity. | That plan was foiled, but I had another in re- serve. L knew that you would not complete the negotiation in a saloon. I felt sure you would | bid your correspondent visit you in your room. | You did—and had an audience you never sus- | pected!” |” “Tt was you—you killed him!” gasped Fre- | mont, hoarsely. | ‘You forget the verdict of the coroner’s | jury, my dear boy!’ with a soft, purring laugh. | ** You commi-:ted the bloody deed, and it is so | recorded! Never wind; the rope may yet be cheated of its just dues, 1f—woait a bit. ‘‘ How did we manage tue job? Very easily and simply, thanks to the manner in which the | Occidental was built. We entered at the rear of the building. We crept from one room to another, by means of tke low partitions. And some of us were in hiding when you returned to your room. Two of us were hidden under the bed in the very room where Jay Flicker stole so cautiously, to reconnoiter before placing bim- self in your power! It was a mighty close call, but Providence smiles on the bold and deserv- ing, vou see! “He did not discover us, but we spotted bim. If you had been a moment later in recognizing the traitor, he would never have met you, alive! As it was, we had to take longer risks. “Your hot temper came to our aid, just as | though we had laid out a line for you to follow, And when you grappled with Jay Flicker, we put out the light, leaped over the partition and took a hand in. No matter who was with me. No matter bow the trick was done. or whose hand worked the trigger. Evough that we silenced Jay Fiicker, stunned you, frightened thesangel out of her senses, then beat a retreat over the partition, just in time to escape Chispa Charley and Honest Jobn. ‘‘The rest was comparatively easy. Every- thing pointed at you as the murderer. Old Whitecap was under our thumb, and dared not say bis soul was hisown, The colonel was on the jury; and he bad two good backers in the same panel, I was your pretended friend, And I greatly fear that, instead of aiding your cause, my unfortunate questious bat served to deepen the convictions of the jury that you were guilty!” : ve ‘‘Why do you tell me dll this, now it is too late?” * To show you what a poor foo] you were to enter the lists without first learning the prob- able strength of your antagonist:,” was the ready reply. ‘‘ We sore crime ou vou, hoping you would be lynched. In that, Dave Long foiled us, and I bad to try another plar, It was in readiness, for when 1 saw that the marshal would make a fight of it, aided by Chispa Charley and his gamblers, I sent out true men to open a way intv the jail. Oe of them maao- <a to get this key. Another loosened the And then I had boards at the baek of the pen. the gang send Honest Joon to hold the atten- tion of the guard in front, while we captured the two men on guard at the rear. That done— you koow the rest; all but the prime motive which guided me, e. “T brought you here. The two guards will swear that your friend, Oid Forked-Lightning, set you free. Your flight will be taken ::s posi- tive proof of your guiit, And when, to-morrow, my allies take you back to town, having cap- tured you afte’ 1 the gang will se Hp the ery for blood. You will be taken, and lynched without having a chance to utter a word of explanation. To make sure of this, you will be securely gagged. Then—” ah His further speech was cut short by a call from one of the men who were stationed at a little distance, and rising, Old Forked-Lightning strode hastily away, leaving his victim to his own bitter reflections. They were too bitter for endurance. Not only as regarded himself, but Fremont feared the worst for his sister, left unguarded and alone in the midst of such remorseless enemies. The thought set him fairly wild, and with every ounce of strength cast into the effort, he strove to burst his bonds. ‘ A terrible struggle—a fight that seemed to rack bis frame from top to toe—then the thongs about bis wrists parted! He bit bis lips ustil they bied to keep back the ery of fierce triumph that. rose in bis throat, He-took a penknife from his pocket and slashed away the ropes around his ankles. He staggered to bis feet, glaring around him, half insane, He heard a sharp yell‘of alarm, and felt rather than saw his guards dashing to- He darted away at headiong speed, ot chase and desperate fight, ward bio. knowing that to be overtaken ap death, since he had po weapons with whiek to figbt for life. He heard the sharp cracking of pistols, and knew that the bullets were whistling past bis ed not, He darted around a oint in the hill, crashing madly through the shes, having no time to pick his way. And then—the earth seemed to give way beneath be fell down t ears, but be sto bim, and —down—it seemed for peaked; the face one who had found the | battle of life anything but a holiday; but. i , ‘ . a il * % ; ‘ | “ s - - oa us = ; 2 : =a “ Soest Gp 25 CHAPTER XVIII. IT’S A WISE CHILD THAT KNOWS ITS OWN FA- THER, Or all who were more intimately concerned | in tue strange and complicated events of that black night in Canaan, Dinorah Metcalf plainly suffered the most acutely. From almo-t the first, it bad been one terrible, killing gt, aed on her part, and when the climax came, little won- der that she succumbed. . She knew not when her brother was taken away to jail. Sbe knew nothing of tbe hot de- fiance which Chispa Charley flung into the teeth of Walter Keever and Colonel Teemer. She knew notbi:'g more urtil the night was long gone, and honest Betsy Forbes was almost. dead with holding tbe secret she at ouce poured into the ears of the maiden, : And when she heard that Fremont had es- eaped from prison, aided, it was rumored, by Oid Forked-Lightning, and with her head pil- lowed on tbe fat and comfortable shoulder of Betsy Forbes, Dinorah cried herself asleep once more. But this time it was a clear, dreamless healthful sieep tbat was better than food or medicine to the overtasked nerves and wasted strength. That sleep was still upon ber when the shades of another evening deepened into nigbt, and Betsy Forhes was just coming down from a stealthy tour of inspeetion, when she was way- laid by Honest Jobn. ‘*Is she woke up yit, Betsy?” “No, she ain’t woke up, an’ ef you dare so much as whisper out loud, you'll wish you hed- n’t—that's all!” Honest John cringed*a little sheepisbly. In the fullness of his rage he bad told the wife of his. bosom all about his thrilling adyenture im the hands of the diSfuired gang, and Betsy was ae to the heart about her sadly misused nery. ss C wWod's--Gub they’s two gents to see her, an” ? “ What two? Who be they an’ what do they want?’ ee Witbout waiting for Jobn to answer, Betsy swung into the cflice to use her own eyes, and there found Walter Keever, accompanied by a man past middle-age, . At a glance she summed. him up as a ne’er-do-weel, whose moral back- bone had proven too weak to successfully battle with a perverse fortune. 39% ‘* We wish to see Miss Metcalf,” said Keever,, bowing. “'Tnen want 'll be your master, I reckon !” ‘*That ts not for you to say,” retorted Keever, his voice sharp and stern. ‘* When Miss Metcalf sends me that answer of brr own free will, L will accept it. You will oblige me by taking this card to her at once,” Unconsciously awed by bis haughty tone, Betsy took the bit of pasteboard, running ber eyes over the few words which were written with a pencil below the priated name. She gave a little cry, and glanced eagerly at the man with Keever. : “ Her pap! If Lever!” é How much longer she would have continued in this strain, can only be surmised, bad not “Walter Keever stirred ber up egain with a few sharp words, And still staring at the man whom she seemed to regard as hsyving risen from the grave, good Betsy bastened to carry the wonderful tidings to Dinorab. ' She found the maiden awake, and eagerly poured ber wonderful tidings into ber ears. inorah shrunk away, trembled a little, lock- ing far from overjoyed, those haunting doubts which bad found birth in that terrible bour I want to know! befure the coroner’s jury returning with re- ~ doubled force. If not a vile impostor, how much hetter? Would a man of heart and bonor suff-r elt these years to pass without making one ¢ffort ‘to communicate with bis wife? If Tucker Met- calf could do that, would it not have been far better to let the ashes of the past lie without i J them over? Yes, a hundred times over —yes Her eye flashed, ber lips parted to declare that she would pot see the —— but then | the eager, deligbted face of Betsy Forbes made her pause and consider. What would she think? What would the world think? And instead, sbe resolved to have it over, once for all. **T will come down gs soon as I have dressed. Bid them wait for me,” she said, slowly, mechanically. v ve : Betsy delivered. the ‘mes Bes then bastened back to lend her assistance to the fair young guest who kad crept so wholly into ber heart and good graces. And together they descended. the stairs and entered the ‘‘ parlor.” Walter Keever rose, bowing, smiling, but Dinorah wholly ignored him and his extended hand, ber great blue eyes riveted upon the face of the man who claimed to be Tucker Metcalf. Her face grew a shade paler as she noticed a striking resemblanee there to the picture she hed studied so often and: lovingly. Older, feebler it seemed; gray an Legh yy te ne —_ Alive an’ well £
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DQ Se ns om 2 Cote ' ee = — Old Forked-Lightning, the Sol ——— ——_—- ees with a remarkable similarity of shape, of fea- ture, whetner taken singly or together. ‘“Miss Metcalf,” said Walter Keever, taking the hand of his companion and stepping a little nearer as though he would unite it with hers; “‘this is the gentleman who has been known in these parts as Richard Morley, but whose real name %& Tucker Metcalf. What! not a word— not a hand for your father?” he cried, in sur- prise, as Dinorah started back, placing both of her hands behind her, slowly shaking her head. ‘‘ 7s he my father?” she asked, her voice seem- ing cold and hard. ‘I have met so many evil men of late, that I must be cautious and count every step I take. Tucker Metcalf disappeared sixteen long years ago. For nineteen years he never showed his face to his wife, hisson, He went away before I was born, and now lama women grown. Is it strange that I cannot recognize him at once?” With a meek, dejected tone, that still con- tained a trace of anger, the man who laid claim to the name of Tucker Metcalf freed bis hand and turned toward the door, muttering: “T told you how it would be! 1 did not want to come, I knew she would deny me— and rightly, ts0! I was an idiot to let you rake over the old ashes—ashes cold for years—and persuade me that there was a spark still alive!” Dinorah caught the import of these muttered sentences, and for the first time her heart began to beat rapidly, ber pulse to flutter, her suspi- cions to fade away and grow weak. Would an impostor be so readily frightened | off? Would he turn away like this, witbout making a single effort to bold his owng Would be not rather press his claims the more vigor- ously? — “Wait,” she uttered, impulsively signing Walter Keever to stop his retreating com- anion, ‘You are as basty as [I am deliberate. on forget that I never saw my father. That “for all these years he has been as one dead to ” ‘* And so it soould have been to the end,” was the moody reply, as tbe man suffered himself to be turned back, sinking heavily into his_seat. “Tt was a black mistake in the beginning; but once begun, there should have been no turning back. Even now, it would be better to let me go as 1 came—Dick Morley, the ne’er-do- weel!” . “Not until you have told your story,” said Walter Keever with sudden decision, Metcalf will bear you out, then she can decide whether the subject had better be cpapess where it is, or the truth of your tale fully investigated,” ' “That will be best, I think,” simply added Dinorab. “With this understanding, then,” said the stranger, ‘Let it be as though we never beard of each other before this very evening. Try to believe it is a perfect stranger who is repeating bis life-history. And when -it. is finished, we can part as we met--strangers. After, you can decide what is best to do, Not one word of mine shall be given to influence ou. " He spoke with a simple dignity tbat strongly impressed Dinorah, Surely an impostor would not take such a course! Sy ; She dared not trusé her voice, Jost then, and simply bowed in token of acceptance. And then,. in low, emotionless tones, the man who d-cided to remain Dick Morley began his story: ‘‘Never mind where I came from. Never mind who I left behind me, other than that they were my family; that is sufficiently explicit for our Ess just now. “‘] wanted more money. I was not content to live on a poor man. where I once bad riches to spare. 1 could not content myself with piling up dollar on dollar, one by one. 1 resoly- ed to gain a fortune at a single stroke—or fall by the wayside and never rise again of my own free will, ‘*f never told my family all this; I left them to think I would return all the same, a rich man or a poor one, I knew my wife would never consent to a parting, else. ‘*Tbat was nearly a score years ago, The Pike’s Peak fever had settled into a steady epi- demic. Men were making fortunes in a day. The whole world beard of them, Of those who failed—of those who wore out their lives, who broke their hearts. in the desperate race for wealih—n body ever heard. They fell, and others with the same wild hopes took their ‘places, one to succeed, a thousand to fail mis- erably! ‘I? ever mortal deserved fortune in those early years, Ldid, Day and night I wooed her, I never turned aside from the goal I first select- ed. I paused for none of the low pleasures which ruin so many men at the mines, I never drank, never gambied—those who knew me called me the parson. “But fortune ever mocked me, Time and time again it seemed as though my fortune was made. As often there came disappointment, through no fault of mine. Tbe claim that open- ed richer than those which had made million- 3 Miss” aires of their owners, ran out almost as soon as | Oaly for 4 moment; then sbe drew back, pass- men began to say I bad struck it at last, Twice ing one trembling hand across her brow. { I sold claims for a mere pittance, because I was | starving and I bad no credit—a man would not | eredit his own brother with a dollar’s worth of | flour or bacon then!—only to see them turn out | bonanzas! ‘*Fate was against me, you see, Perbaps be- cause I had set out to conquer her by main force of will, I often think, “In this manner the years passed by, Then I made enough by days’ labor to fit myself out with tools, provisions and a pack-mule. struck out deeper into the mountains. I eked out food with game I sbot with my rifle. I vowed never to turn back until I had won my fortune. I was desperate now; I would win wealth ora grave in the wilderness! ‘*T did strike it-ricb at last! I knew that the tide had turned, and I made the most of it. I worked night and day, only stopping to eat and sleep when I could no longer fight off fatigue and hunger. It was placer diggings; water was convenient and plenty. I had no one to dispute the ground with me—it was all mine, and thinking of my family, whom I bad not seen for nearly three years, gave me double strength. Inever knew what rest meant, until the placer suddenly gave out, “That fact did not. trouble me much. I bad enough gold to Jive on in comfort if not in afflu- ence, with my family. Somehow I was hum- bler now. I believed I could be content to re- turn to them with a little less than the figure I had mentally chosen. And with my mule laden wich gold, I took the back trail. ‘* Ajl went well until I reached Denver, My first action was to write of my good fortune to my family, telling them I was at last ready to come home! I sent off the letter by a train of returning freighters, then went to rest myself. | It had been long, weary months since I had had a good night’s sleep. | “ But some fellows heard of my good fortune, and crowded around me. To get rid of them the sooner, I consented to drink with them—at my expense, of course. I took one glass, and it made a madman of me! ‘‘T do not say that it was drugged. It may have been only because I was so terribly weaken- ed, my nerves so thoroughly unstrung, All I can say for sure, is that in the morning I came to my senses, without a dollar to my name! “They told meI had gambled itaway. They even showed me the hell where I lost my money. ' And when I made a row, as they called it, the dealer shot me down like a dog! “TI did not die, though better for all the world, perhaps, bad such been the case. It was months later that 1 recovered my senses. Where those months were spent I could never tell. Who cured me—wbho paid my expenses—how I came there many a long mile from Denver—all this remains a mystery to this day! ‘*Onee more I resumed the battle with fate. Iswore to myself that I would never write to my family until I could give them good news. I swore never to return without a fortune to make amends for my long desertion, I was asbamed to go back a beggar. I could not tell them that I bad lost’ my hard-won fortune at the geruing table. 3 “Well, it was the old story over again, but without the occasional gleams of bope. For- tune never smiled on me again. Everything failed that E undertook. I starved, 1 even beg- _ ed, ‘* At times I almost resolved to give over the struggle for all time. I even put the revolver to my head, with the finger almost tripping the trigger. But then a gleam of manbood came back to me, Perbaps I should say a sullen ob- stinacy instead. I would not yield to fate while I had -trength to fight her. FE would yield only to death, when it came of itself. ‘‘T saw advertisements which contained my name, I could not answer them without vio- lating my oath, so I changed or name to Dick Morley, and buried myself still deeper in the mountains, renewing the old, hopeless fight for wealth. “That is enough. To go on would be but to repeat the same old story, I failed; tbat tells itall, Ina moment of weakness, Trevealed my real name to a friend, who fitted me out for an- other effort. Through that admission, this gen- tleman traced me out avd brought we bere, I have told my story. I mske no claims. Iam om, Dick Morley, ragamuffin.” e concluded his recite! without the slightest trace of emotion. His eyes were resting on the flvor. He seemed brok:n down ia bealth and spirit, the mere wreck of a man. ‘* All you bave said may be true,” said Dino- rah, slowly, choosing her words with evident difficulty. ‘I begin to believe that you are in- deed the—my long-lost father. But I cannot afford to make a mistake. My brain is sadly confused. I bave suffered so much!” “IT said I made no claim,” and the miner arose. ‘‘I did not come bere of my own free wil], Iam still Dick Morley. You can forget that Lever said aught to give you a different idea. Good evening, Miss Metcalf.” . Dinorah started impulsively to his side, grasp-. ing bis arm and gfzing intently into bis éyes, | ie a ET ES a ee ICR ve oe itary. — ““T cannot see clearly—my brain is all in # whirl! Yet you must not go away—l must see ou again, when I am more composed. Prom- ise me this—promise me that you will wait until I send for you! You will promise me this?” “If you wish,” was the gentle reply. ‘‘It is not much.” Passionately Dinorah turned upon Walter Keever, crying: ‘Only for you—had be come here with any other companion—it might not have been so bard to- believe him!” Walter Keever bowed gravely, his voice low and earnest: ‘‘ Am f[ to suffer eternally for one false move, Miss Metcalf? Can you never forget and for- give the words I uttered while mad—insane with grief and disappointment? Am I to for- ever banish all bope?” f Her fece grew cold and distant as she replied: ‘You never had any real hope, with my con- sent. Jf you mean to ask wil] I ever alter the answer I gave you that day, I say no—ten thousand times no!” He bowed, with real or assumed meekness. Then whispered: “Tf all goes well, I expect to have news for you from your brother, to-morrow. If so, I will call, Good-evening.” Wearily Dinorab returned to ber room, trou- bled in mind, weak in body. Sbe thought long and soberly, then exclaimed: “It is not true! Heis not our father! Itis but another vile scheme of our enemies! AsI listened, my beart was ice! It failed to re- spond—it said he lies—he is an impostor |” CHAPTER XIX. PLAYING FOR THE LAST TRICK, ‘Curse the luck? Why don’t the scoundrel come in with bis report?” “Time enough, To-day, bis orders ran, and it still lacks an hour of sunset.” ; Walter Keever asked the question, and Col- onel Darius Teemer answered it, coolly enough so far as mere words went, but his contractin brows and sbifting glances told that this indif- ference reached but very little ways below the surface. They were seated at opposite sides of a round- topped table such as are used in many salvons for the purpose-of card-playing. This stood in the small back room of a building that showed no sign on its front, yet was one of the hest- known “business houses” in Canaan. In a word, the semi-private faro room run by Tom, egnan, As a general thing, there was a game run- ming at ‘‘Tom’s” no matter what time of day or night one struck the place; but pow silence reigned, A burly negro dozed lazily in the front room; two meu whispered across the table in the rear room where Tom Degnan snatched bis irregular sleeps. The names of those two men bave already been mentioned. They did not seem to be in extra good bumor, either with each. other or the world in general. Both were frowning, both drinking oftener than they would had good bumor reigned. : ‘‘But it gives no time to arrange our plans to fay with the report,” growled Keever, vicious- ly biting off the tip of a cigar and striking a match. ~ ¥ ; woe are ass enough to still-count on the Walter Keever brought his tightly psacny a fist down on the table with a force t cau the bottle, glasses and box of cigars to jump and dance, “Who first put fhe notion into my head, I’d like to know? Who bammered it into me that enecess depended altogether on ber being won? Who swore at me because I balked a little, at the send-c ff? Wasn’t it you?” “Yes; but circumstences alter cases. You made a botch of the job when you should bave succeeded, You let the chance slip through your fingers, though how you came to doit, at: never been able to make out satisfactori- ! Me Because I obeyed your instructions, and fell in love,” ; “Pxceeded them, you mean. I told you to make love to ber; I never told you to take the dose yourself, And yet—since l’ve come to see her, 1 don’t know as I blame yousomuch, I could work up quite a little enthusiasm on ber account mwys¢lf—and not more tban half try!” “Go as far os you please—as a father-in-law,” pointedly obrerved Keever. Anything closer than that will bring you into collision with yours truly, which | bardly think you can af- ford, just at present.” Colonel Teemer laughed: pe ee “Never fear, boy; you and 1 will never be rivals in love. While we are waiting for Tom to réport—” i : “You are sure you can trust him?” interrupt- ed Keever, “If he should play us false and blow to the enemy!” e “3 ‘‘He dare not,” was the composed reply. “I've got bim under my thumb so tight be only kicks in the direction Lsay. He knows thatthe moment he loses my good will, off goes his bead! 4 .
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Old Forked-Lightning, the Solitary. y Walter Keever looked just then, his eyes glow- | bow she acknowledged while declining to see his ing redly, bis white teeth grating together as hand, A cold, haughty gaze. was her only re- his fist struck the table heavily. ; cognition of the introding colonel, “You gave her a hint, I believe?” “You are surprised at my audacity in coming ““T told ker last evening, that 1 expected to | here, Miss Metcalf,” said the colonel, speaking have tidings of her brother to-night. If so,I | with deep bumility. ‘That is natural, all would call on her.” : things considered; yet, when you hear me Colonel Teemer opened a drawer in the table, — producing pen, ink and paper. Pushing these “‘T wish to hear naught from your lips, Col- Metaphorically speaking, of course. The hang- aman don't often decapitate, nowadays!” ‘‘Pm anxious, naturally, for that’s the only sure hold I have over her. She loves the young fellow, and to save his neck, she’d even kueel to me, ‘What makes her so hot against you any- way?” Walter Keever filled and emptied another glass. - across to Keever, be said: onel Teemer. My business is wholly and solely “Tl tell you. Iv’s time you and I fully un- ‘‘ Write as I dictate, to my future daughter- | with Mr. Keever.” derstood each other. I’ve worked in your | in-law. When you have selected your style of “In this matter, Mr. Keever and I act as leading strings long enough. What we doafter | address, say so.” one,” was the cool retort. ‘In the note which this must be done as equal partners; equal as to Walter Keever thought for.a brief space, | you received from hirm—” gains, and equal as to knowledge. ou under- | then dashed off a few words, saying: ~ “Your name was not eyen hinted at, or, be stand?” ‘Goon. Iam ready.” sure, I would never have answered it at all, T ““Wo'll make it brief and apparently to the | much less set an hour for bis coming here, point, but still leave ample room for conjecture, | sbarply uttered Dinorab, partially unfolding rite: the missive which had until then lain on the Colonel Teemer nodded, coolly. He did not return that balf-sullen, half-defiant glance. He was jooking through his freshly filled glass, watching the oily beads rise to the surface, as : “When we parted four-and-twenty hours ago, I table. though the future bad neither cares nor dan- p : y 89 Swiftly, silently, the colonel sprung forward, said 1 expected to have tidi of your brother. M ’ , expectations have been Fealised. For obvious snatching the bit of paper from ber hand, crush- reasons, I dare not impart that information, save | ing it Into a ball and thrusting it into his bosom. by word of mouth. Please send me word, by bearer, | With a cry of surprised indignation, Dinorah when you can give me an interview, Your conven- | started back, ber eyes flashing, her breust Sabato alge ey RETO oA ete mind in thatthe loss of an hour may be productive of |" How dare you!” she began, only to have the colonel coolly mterpose: “Sign that to suit yourself, while I stir up ‘‘For your broiher’s sake, Miss Metcalf, we the nigger,” added Colonel Teefler, rising and | cannot be too careful. If that note was to fall opening the door. into unfriendly bands, it might lead to his cap- The note was sealed, directed and given to | ture and death.” the negro, who was directed to wait for an an- “It is true, Miss Metcalf,” earnestly inter- swer. And when he had departed, Walter | posed Keever. ‘““T beg of you to hear bim Keever said: - quietly. It is mainly through bis untiring re- “You seem’ to be running this game. What searches that we have discovered an important is the next move?” clew to the real murderer of Jay Flicker. Hear “That depends on the answer Mark brings | bim, I beg of you!” back, If it is an appointment, you aid I will ‘ Not even to save my brother, whom I know hasten to keep it.” to be innocent of the crime which that demon “You?” echoed Keever, in surprise. sought to fix upon him—will I have aught to do ‘‘ Exactly,” was the cool retort. ‘Of course }, or say with bim as priseipal!” she cried. . I must be on comfortable terms with wy daugh- “ All right,” retorted the colonel, turning te ter-in-law that is to be.” 2 his companion and fellow-plotter. ‘“ You take “She'll refuse to receive you. She hates and the reins, Walter. Since she meefs us in that fears you even more than she does me!” mood, never mind the preliminaries. Come “ Bacause I made a Jittle mistake and voted | down to solid business. Tell her jast what she guilty? That is to be all wiped out, you know, | has to expect, in so many words,” ou and I—as honest men and true lovers of Walter Keeyer acted on this blunt advice, justice and all that rot—have been busy inves- saying sharply: tigating the unfortunate affair, and we have ‘Since you will have it so, listen, Dinoral, discovered a clew to the guilty man. Or, make | We have discovered the real murderer of Jaf it stronger, if you see fit.‘ Say that we can Flicker. We can place him in the bands of jut swear that. Fremont Metcalf did not do the | tice at an hour's notice. Swear to murry me— deed; that we can produce the real criminal at | swear by all you bold holy that you will be my any moment she may give the word. That | wife—and I will give you the name of the real word, of course, she can speak only as your assassin !” ; wife. You sabe?” ‘I know it already! You, Colonel Teemer,” Walter Keever nodded. Villainous, though | turning toward that worthy. “ You are the the binted-at plan was, it did not shock him in | murderer! I saw your face by the red glare of: the least. Just'so he won his prize, he cared the pistol you wrenched from the han of my little by what means it was gained. poor brother! LIswore to that at the inquest—l - i She stiil refuses? She’s got the pluck and ers. “You took me from where I was learning the trade of engineer, and fitting (myself for cerry- ing on the mine, without a word of warning. You sent me on east to find a man named Met- calf, bidding me write you all about him and his. I didso. I told you there were two in the family. I told you all I could discover; then waited for further instructions, “They came. You bade me change my name and seek to make: the acquaintance of these Metcalf people. if I cou'd do so, I was to make the girl fall in love with me. That much done, I was to wait for further instructions from you, holding myself in readiness to marry her at a moment’s notice, if bidden, This much you will admit, I suppose?” Colonel ‘Deemer nodded after a lazy fashion. _“ Why not? You are my son, and of course you can’t tell a lie, even should you try todo 80. Pray go on.” f “Like a dutiful son, I tried to follow out your instructions to the very letter. I made furious love to Dinorah Metcalf, and almost be- fore I suspected my danger, I was blind in love with her! I told Bs as much, oneday. Just what terms I used, I could never remember after they passed my lips. I know that they showed her bow madly | adored her, [ know, too, that my ardor frightened the gentle creature, for she shrunk away and bade me leave ber, s*Tf | had obeyed, all might have gone well, in the end; but instead of that, I pressed my suic until sbe grew angry and ordered me out of the house. Toat set my blood on fire, and—bab! wey, tell all I said and did?” with a short hard daugh. ‘ ; “| was fairly beside myself, and suppose I showed the bad blood that came to me from— Some of my very remote ancestors, probably! Anyhow, she set up & screaming. Her brother, came rushing in, and tried to toss me out of the window, Naturally I’ objected to this, and in the struggle that followed, { rather got the upper hand of the curled darling. I would have ed him, only for ber. My bad blood, you see, colonel! As it was, I left him dead, as I then believed» “It was a mighty close call, but I dodged the police, and kept in biding until I saw-that Fr: - mont Metcalf was on his pins again, alive agd well, I kept a close watch over them, as you ordered, Of course I dared not go to their house, as I had been doing, but I knew every move they made, for all that. “My spy told me that at last word bad come in answer to those advertisements; though he was unable to tell me who had written, he gave me the postmark, It was Canaan, as you know, “I sent you word, and then, somehow ; they ave me the sity “Only for that clew, L - Might have Jost them for alltime. As it was, I struck out for this place, and overtook them on the road. 1 kept cut of their sigbt, and by close dodging, I got one train abead of them. You know what followed.” : Walter Keever abruptly came to aconclusion, pouring out another supp y of liquor and slowly sipping it ms he fastene his glowing eyes on 2 cold features of him whom be had called repeat the charge now! You murdered Juy obstipaty of the foul fiend himself!” Flicker !” sts “Then Fremont Metcalf will pullhempaday | At tbat moment a door silently opened behind ‘or so earlier. Old Forked-Ligbtning has him | the two men, and Dave Long strode forward, foul, When I gi¥e the word, the boys will tapping one on the arm, saying: bring bim in;captured after a long hunt, you “T reckon I'l hey to take you in out o’ the know! The gang will set up a ery for venge- | wet, kunnel!” l’'ve got a warrant that says you ance, and will make sure he don’t have time for killed Jay Flicker!” much explanation. His flight bas set the better . element against him, so they’ll hardly interfere. CHAPTER XX. Dave Long might, but he’s only one man, after THE CLOUDS ROLL BY. all, and mortal, at that, If he stops a bullet, For one ‘instant Colonel Teemer stood as who can help it?” Zr. though eaphoory by that touch and those ‘And Tom—Old Forked-Lightning?” words, Then, wi b a snarling curse, be freed “Will vanish forevermore, when bis work is | his arm with a lightning twist, leaping beak done. See?” | and drawing a revolver, Walter Keever closely Still further the two precious villains convers- ed, but sufficient has been placed on record to make their evil plottings clear to the reader, and they are not such agreeable companions that we need linger longer in their company ; than is absolutely essential. woman!” x The negro Mark returned at length, bearing a ‘““T’ve said it, an’ I'll make it good,” replied note in answer to the one whjch Colonel Teemer | the marshal without flinching from the threat- dictated. Eagerly Walter Keever opened it, | ening weapons, making no move himself to greedily he devoured its contents. And a low | draw one. “TI ain’t goin’ by no woman’s word ery of exultation burst from his lips as he tossed | in this, The warrant was swore out on’ the it across the table to his father. Y *fession o’ Tom Degnan, an’—” : “Good as wheat!. She asks me to call, at| The colonel was startled Al mention of once!” that name, and as his aim faltered, Dave Lon Such indeed was the purport of the note. | dashed im and closed with bim, his motions swif Dinorab acknowledged the receipt of his com- | and active as those of a panther. The pistol munication, and begged him to call on her at | was discharged, but it never found its inten the hotel, at nine o’clock. — mark, And before Walter Keever could make Until time for setting out to keep ppt a move to assist his father, a second door opened © ment, the villainous father and son coo cussed their evil plans, As they fancied, they | the revolver from his grasp, tripping bim up were guarded at every point. Unless by a mir- and casting him headlong to tke floor with ter- acle, the fair bird could not escape their meshes. | rific force. And at the same time Fremont Walter Keever was still dubious about the Metcalf darted to the aid of Dave Long. propriety of the colonel’s accompanying him, The struggle was short as it was gs ig bee ter all that bad transpired to awaken the sus- | and witbin ten minutes from the time of Dave icions and animosity of Dinorah Metcalf against | Long’s appearance, the two villains were cap- fen. but the elder man was quietly obstinate. tured, disarmed, their hands held together be- “Tt is part of the game. If she is to marry | bind their backs with iron bracelets. you, she must know that I am your fatber, Colonel Teemer was fairly wild. He frothed sooner or later. As well have it over with now,” | at the moutb, as be poured forth curses and and the son sullenly yielded. threats, and only ceased when Dave Long Together they went to the Occidental Hotel | threatened to gag him if be continued longer to end asked to see Miss Metcalf. Without a word, | that vein. st Honest John showed them into the room, local- | _ Then he suddenly grew calm, outwardly at. ly known as the parlor, then retreated. least. His voice was hard and cold as he spoke: Dinorah was alone. apparently waiting for “ Allright. Letit go at that, for just now. them, or rather for Walter Keever, whose low But let me put it on record: each and every one ’ ‘ imitating bis example. ‘Hands off, Dave Long!” growled the cor- nered Villain, his black eyes <iteering wickedly, “‘ Hands off, or ta’te the consequences! No man dare arrest ni on the foolish babble of a crazy o.™ “Yon are still determined to buckle to with this girl?” pda Ke any costs and all hazards—yes!” ‘ ‘The sister of a murderer who suffered death y, hanging?” . _, Of a thousand such, fot aught I care!” «c 2h® must hang! You admit that?” a wit you insist, There’s no love lost between “Us,” was the cold, unfeeling reply. “Colon do insist, most emphatically!” said olonel Teemer, his eyes glowing, his listless manner changing to one of fierce decision, hat is the only condition on which I willlend You my aid in this romantic idea of yours. His Geath is positively essential to our safety. And the only thing tbat can save her life, is a ; pugs with you! I’ve gone too far tu stick at - ey Pagel h ” ith s ! {The same here,” with d 7 _ “Tf T can’t coax, Pil drive ber! She hates me now, but w the fair oe she'll ben os ht Oo ae et ee To 3 Niagra ae PS Paige eS a" ly dis- | and Chispa Charley leaped upon bim, knocking- . é
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~ - Charley, 28 ooo of you shall sup sorrow for this outrage! Iswear it, by all men hold bely!” Dave Long and Chispa Charley beld a burried, whispered consultation. They*could hear from the growing. noise outside the botel tuat the pis- tol shot’had awakened curiosity,“and it was no part of {heir purpose to prematurely show their band. Chispa hastened off and soon had his trusted band of sports guarding the building, with or- ders to permit no one to enter, uniess called for by one or other of the leaders, Fremont and Dinorah Metcalf retired from the room. When Chispa Charley returned to the room, he was followed by two men who bore a cot- bed, On that cot lay a man, covered from head to foot with a white cloth. As the cot was placed in the center of the room, before the prisoners, a faint groan came from that bidden figure, showing that life still lingered. SWalter Keever turned pale, an uneasy light filling his eyes, bui the colonel seemed made of tougher material. A savage sueer curled his lips, bis voice rung out sullenly: “Go on with your infernal mummery! It will come my turn next!” “Your turn is now, Darius Teemer,” said Chispa Charley coldly, stepping before the pris- oner whom he addressed, t.kimg a folded paper from bis bosom and opening it. ‘* Listen to the confession of one of your own tools: * “*¢ Relieving that I am fatally injured, and wishing to clear my conscience as well as may be before death, I kiss the New Testament and swear by the Living God who reigns supreme, to say nothing but the plain truth in this, my dying confession. *?Rremont Metealf did not kill Jay’Flicker.. The real slayer was and is Colonel Darius Teemer., I was with him when he fired the fatal shot. By the blaze of light Isaw his face, And since the deed was com- mitted, I have heard him admit having fired the shot that killed Jay Flicker. “*T make this pledge asa simple matter of justice. No man has threatened meswith punishment if T re- fuse. Noone has promised me en for clearing the name of Fremont } accused of this crime. Believing that death is ap- proaching, that I cannot survive py Frente injuries and wishing to make what amends I can for a life of sin and evil, I again take solemn oath to the truth of etcalf, unjustly each and every word I have caused to be written, down here, ies **So help me, a just and ipenciful Goal! i, **TuHomsas DEGNAN, As he ceased to read, Chispa Charley stepped forward and bending before the prisoner, held the paper’so that he could see the signature Jainly, It was weak and irregular, as if traced y almost powerless fingers. One swift glance the prisoner took, then growled surlily: “Tt ig a Ne—false from beginning to end! The cur would not dare make such a vile statement werehe face to face with me. He would never—” Chispa Coarley stepped back and deftly swept the white cloth en: the motionless figure on the cot. And Colonel Teemer broke off with a ery that was almost a curse, Before him lay Old Forked-Lightning! Ooly for a moment, Chispa Charley gently removed the masses of long white hair from skull and face. With a dampened sponge he wiped away the cunningly drawn wrinkles and false complexion, then stépped aside. Instead of Old Forked-Lightaing, tbe man lying on the cot was now ‘Thomas Degnan, one of the best known gamblers and sporting men in Canaan! As those sunken eyes looked at him, Colonel Teemer broke into a hard, forced laugh, saying: ‘* A counterfeit in life, a are going to die a liar, are you, Tom? Well, I reckon I can stand the racket quite as well as you can, old fellow!” Those hollow eyes turned toward Chispa Charley, who understood thé mute appeal, and held a glass of strong Jiquor to the i of the dying man. The effect was almost nstantly apparent. Ina voice which, whilé not strong, was perfectly distinct and audible, Thomas Degnan spoke: ' “T again make oath that what you, Chispa Charley, just now read, is true and the truth only! In addition, I wish to say that Colonel Darius Teemer bired me to take the part of Old Forked-Lightning, for the purpose of getting Fremont Metcalf in his power. I obeyed, be- eause he held me at his mercy: I persuaded Fremont Metcalf to flee with me from the jail. Land my comrades—never mind their names— first surprised and bound the guards, Then the work was easy. * “JT was to take young Metcalf to the moun- tains and keep him there until the man/known here as Walter Keever, but who is bid the son of Darius Teemer, had coaxed or forced Miss Metcalf to marry him. Then I was to throw aside my disguise, never to assume it again, aud. bring Fremont Metcalf back to anaan, a prisoner, swearing that I bad cap- tured him in bis place of hiding. : ¢ “The gang was to see that he was lynched without having time to utter anything danger- ous. But you came,” glancing up at Chispa ‘“and the game was lost.’ “ What cause had Darius Teemer for hating Fremont Metcalf so intensely? Why did he wish bis death?” “ Because, as son of Tucker Metcalf, he is the rightful owner of the mine Better Yet!” + | 1 | sort of reward | V. | both bas.ened to his side. | at work, after. Dave Long dashed awa | stern threat which has been reco | knew he @ould a With a painful gasp this startling assertion came, and as a spasm racked the frame of the dying man, Chispa Charley and Dave Long And taking advan- tage of this, Colonel Darius Teemer rose trom his chair, dasted across the room and leaped through the» window, crasbing the glass and carrying tue frame with him! ‘Out and take him, Dave!” cried.Chispa Charley, darting forward and leaping through the window, A sharp ery came from the outside. There was a wild, excited uproar among the crowd which had been attracted by the pistol-shot. And then, bearing alimp form between them, Chispa Charley and Dave Long returned, It was all that remained of Colonel Darius Teemer. In making that desperate leap, his foot must have struck against the sill or casing with suf- ficient force to destroy his balance. He fell upon his head, and was found witha broken neck—stone.dead|! An hour later in the evening, Chispa Charley was seated in company with Fremont Metcalf and his sister Dinorab, One and all of them looked bappy. And why not? The black clouds bad rolled by, and they were once more in the warm sunlight, There was much to tell, much to explain, and it was late that®night before they, separated. To record their words in full, would require much more sp2ce than is left for this story. Fortunately, by a judicious condensation, all that is strictly essential can be given place, Chispa Charley, knowing that treachery was with the ed in its proper place, collected a few men in whom he lace implicit reliance, and set out in quest of Fremont Metcalf. Guided by Providence, he stumbled on tbe secret retreat of the little band, just as Fremont e‘calf broke away from them in that mad cast for lif» and liberty. The enemy followed for a few moments, firing spitefully, but then Chispa Charley and his men also opened fire, and they had something else to look after, It was the steady aim of Chispa that brougbt the traitorous Old Forked-Lightuing to the ground with a bullet through bis lungs, and seeing that their leader was down, with balf of their num- ber to keep him company, the remainder cast aside their weapons and begged for merev. It was granted, and bidding his mep bind them securely, Chispx Charley set out to find Fremont. But his shouts and calls remained unanswered, and as a last resource, he attempt- ed to follow the trail of the fugitive. This was sbort. It led him to a bush-grown pit or ofd shaft. The broken twigs and dis- arranged leaves told him only.too clear'y what had bappened. In his blind baste, Fremont Metcalf had fallen down—to what? ' The most important discovery of tis whelelife! Not a sound came back as Chispa Coarley called aloud the name of the missing man, and with sad forebodings, the ce of gamblers cut away the vine-clad bushes, letting the last rays of the setting sun strike the mouth of the deserted shaft—for such it was, Oa the very edge he could see where Fremont had stepped and stumbled. oeiy sate a doubt he was now lying at the bottom, dead? dying? . The trail ropes of the horses which the enemy had ridden were collected, tied firmly together, and sitting astride a stout stick, Chispa Coarley, torch in band, was lowered into the ruined shaft by strong and careful arms. It was not very deep, and even before he reached the bottom he uttered asharpery. By the red light of his torch he distinguished the form of. Fremont Metcalf lying in a doubled-up heap, apparently dead, . Only stunned. as it afterward proved to be. And when satisfied that life still lingered, Chis- | pa Charley made him fast to the rope and gave the signal for hauling up, bimself remnin- Hira behind. And most fortunate this proved to too, The frail torch was dying ovt, and as it burned his fingers, Chispa flung it aside, As it flickered up for a moment, it showed him a ghastly spec- tacle—a grinning skeletcn! Ani then the torch died out. Only a faint light came,down from above, but it was suffi- cient to reveal two tiny sparks near the skel- eton, like the eyes of a serpent. Instead, inves- tigation proved them to be small diamonds, set in a curiously-carved garnet, the carving repre- senting the head of a red fox., Atd when he was drawn up by bis mates, Chispa Caarley wore that ring on his finger. Fremont Metcalf was soon restored to con- sciousness. He was bruised, but with no broken bones. Jb was decided to remain in camp for that night. , And while interchanging con- | filences, Chispa showed that ring. Fremont turned pale as be listened to the story of its finding,and examined the jewel. He remem- bered having seen it before—ages agoit seemed, ’ When day dawned, the skeleton was brought | to the surface, Ragged, moldering clothes still clung to it, and from them ak leather note-book, large'and strong, And in tha the Solitary. tpocket- ! ce book was found a paper—a receipt for a large sum of money which Tucker Metcalf had paid Darius Teemer for a certain mining-c!aim called the Beiter Yet one : The bones were buried, the spot marked for future finding; the prisoners and the wounds:t — man were moved slowly back to Canaan. By the way, Thomas Degnan made full confessi.: , and then it was arranged to entrap Dor us Teemer and Walter Keever. Chispa Cherley stole into the hotel by the back way, and mede all preparations. Had not. that note been sent Dinorah, she would have written.one to the conspirators ber- self, As it was, she set an hour for their com- vy ( ing late enough so all arrangements could be — made for their reception. was, has been described. Dinorah also recognized the curiously-carved What that reception | ring as one which her mother had often de- © scribed, as one which Tucker Metcalf always © wore—which he wore when he last bid ker adieu, In the minds of brother and sister there ex- isted no doubt as to the identity of the skeleton. ey: firm) y believed it to be the morta] remains 0 buried. The receipt end title deeds of the ‘Better Yet” were additional proof, if any were needed, A few more words, and we have done. Walter Keever, against whoni no actual crime could be proven, was turned loose, warned to leave the country oh penalty of lynching. He obeyed, and so vanishes from our vision, Search was made for Dick Morley,! ut he bed disappeared, no one could say whither. Thomas Degnan Jingered on for a week lorger, then died, partially comforted by the forgive- ness of those whom he barysinned against, He was buried in decent style, and aimong those who followei him to the grave vere Dinorebe and Fre ont, Chispa Charley and Dave Long. As they slowly walked back from the grave, Dinorsh said: ‘‘] canrot understand it, even now! When ucker Metcalf, and as such the bones were — a we first knew him—when our trouble wes the darkest and hope seemed all gone—be seemed so true, so noble, even while he was outwardly the roughest in his speech! 1.could bave taken an éath he was one of Nature’s noblemen! Ard now—to think be was playing a pert all the time! Wag one of our worst enemies!” Chispa Charley cast a quiek glence arourd them, Fremont was walking with Dave Long, and they were some little distance in advance.. With a bright smile playicg ercund his lips, he bent his head and whisperec ; ““Old Forked-Lightuing was playing a part, but that he was ever an enemy to you or yours, I deny!” In surprise she gazed into his smiling face. is then the glad truth flashed upon her like a revelation. : i “You—you were Old Forked-Lightning!” _And she was rigl t, though the secret remain- ed fore. er a secre Canaan were concerned, : Charles Humopton was in reality a detective in the employ of a noted express company. He was set to. work to investigate several r which had been committed in the mining-re- gions, and the better to perform bis work, he chose to lead a double life, One day he was Chispa Charley. The next he was Old Forked-. Lightning. Thus, without being suspected by the robbers or the public, he did good’ service and was the means of bringing many a criminal to justice, ' ; When he left Dinorabh and Fremont waiting for the verdict, he hastened to his rooms in a little house which be owned, to doff his disguise © as Old Forked-Lightning and reappear as Chispa Charley, to rally his associates as a gam- bler, the better to foil the projects cf the evil- deepened gang. Unluckily be was suspected an watened by T.m Degnan, an ally of the — The gambler at once told Teemer of — colonel). his wonderful discovery, and the busy brain of the colonel was not long in devising the game which wes afterward played so desperately. Knowing that be was the ‘f simon pure” Old Forked-Lightni: g, Chispa Charley was dum- founded when bis guards told him their story and implicated The Solitary. A hasty visit to: bis rooms revealed the disappearance of bis cunning disguise, but unfil be bent .over the | ries: ~ , as faras the inhabitants of | ,) t . ft. ‘f wounded impostor, ba never even suspected ~ who his double could he. J sia With the death of Darius Teemer and the dis- appearance of his son, there was nothing to. 5 binder Fremont Metcolf from taking possession — of the rich mine Better Yet. He had papers to show for it, and uo one objected. And Chispa Charley? And Dinoreh Metcalf? Was there"no wedding? Is THAT all? \ My dear reader! To temporarily appropri- 4 ate the property of a ? ai her ae iM EY yor 4. want the whole earth?” And fora DIME? Go to, thoucormorant! ee ne . THE END. r the } .
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* } 257 M 3 — er # Sa 5 f ‘ Y gsee ~ BEADLE'S*] )IME*[IBRARY. BY JOSEPH E. BADGER, JR. Old Sobersides, the Detective of St. Louis. te-Horse Wheeler, the Revenue Detective. The Double Edged Detective. Maverick Mark. the Man from Nowhere. 898 Silky steele, the Stay-in Sport. os Tue Spotter-Sport’s Neck-Tie Party, , High-Water Mark; or, Silver-Tip Sid. {362 Riata Rob, the Range Champion. 3855 The O.whoy Ohief's Sure-Shot. 848 The Rival Red-Hat Sports. 837 Curly Kid, the Cheyenne Sport. ‘824 The Sofs Hand Detective. 815 The Soft Hund’s Clutch. : Dan Duwn the Soft-Hand Sport. The Frisco Detective’s Thug-Tangle. «89 Sam Cary, the River Sp. rt. ‘60 The Dead Sport’s Double. (71 Prince John, Detective Special. %63 Dandy Don, the Denver Detective, ®4 the Man, from Texas; or, Dangerfield. the Doctor Detective. 244 Sweepstakes Sam, the Silver Sport. 720 The Secret Six; or, O.d Halcyon. ‘712 The Man of Siik. ‘705 Bantam Bob, the Beauty from Butte. @93 Kent Kasson, the Preacher Sport. 683 Bob Breeze, the Rounder Detective. 675 Steel Surry, the Sport fr. ne Sunri 668 Solemn Saul’s Luck Str. ak 2 ihe Get-There oe te: re 1 Sii¥estip St-ve, the d raper from Suisxiyou. 45 Gopher Gabe, the Unseen Detective, v 36 Dandy Darling, Detective. 627 Mossback MdS«, the Moun‘aineér, 61? The Grip Sack Sbarp’s Even up, , 597 Big Bandy, the Brigadier of Brimstone Butte. 588 Sandy sands, the Sharp from Snap City, 576 Siiver-Tongued Sid; or, Grip Sack Sharp's Sweep. 664 The Grip-Sack Sharp; or, The Seraphs of Sodom. B55 Grip-Sack Sid, the Sample Sport, 47 rhe Buried Detective; or, Sa I's Six Sensations. 541. Major Magnet, the Man of Nerve. 485 Dandy Dutch, the Decorator from Dead-Lift 2 Dandy Andy, the Diamond Detective, §i4 Gabe Guna, the greet from Ginseng, $04 Solemn Saul. the Sad Man from San Saba. 495 Rattiepate Rob; or, The Roundhead’s Reprisal 488 The Thorcughbred Sport. 4 -Eye, the Desnot of Dew Drop, 47 Pi: ’d Rongh and Ready, the Sage of Sundown Dateh Dan. the Pilgrim from Spitzenberg, __ 443 & Goo) Hand; or. Pistol Johnny’s Picnic, 4438 Oklahoma Nick. ughing : or, Sam’s Dandy Pard. e Bam Detuocive: or. The Seeret Service Spy. hmael of the Frills, 4 Baptoin Gisp. the Man with a Record. Fins: or, 360 Satine Jerry, the Gamecock from Sundown. 355 Stormy Steve, the Mad Athlete. Nor’ West Nick. the Border Detective. Masked Mark, the Mounted Detective. Sot ppreed ‘Bagie Sam. the Hercules Hide slunter, is . pa iy. I ‘4 att Frank Sizhtfoot, te Miner Detective, 202 © Florndar, the Boss Roustabout. =. ‘istel Johnny; or, Lipton, OE we race Soaps ie wih a or, A Man.’Way Back uraDgo. 233 T os f Tombstone. #4 21 pais of the Plcers: or, Joaquin’s Death Hunt im gt ve Wiliam, Amazon of etective, Wee. , the 154 J. . ‘the et age King oaquin, 't' ; Equinox Tom, the Bul’y of Red Rock. « 119 Alabama Joe: or, The Yazoo Man-Hunters, Dan Brown of ag oe or. ae Oh : ive 3 71 Cae Sets siadet or. ippi Man Shark. 8 The Jockey; or, Honesty V8. Crookedness, 80 Jack Rabbit, tne Prairie Sport. ; ~BY WM. G. PATTEN. Fire- the Thug’s Terror. ; Nicht Hawk, the Shadower. ad dg = Hew tO toner Detective. urke, the Ma ‘ Double-voiee Dan's Doubly Disguise. ible-Voice Dan on kK. : 4 -Always-on-Deck Detective abl-Volve an nae Go-it Alone Detective, The Sparkter Sharp. oh Sei ‘rue Blue, the Trusty. | The Giant Sport; or, Sold to Sata Old Prog . the Rough and . ola Ge the Man of Grit. Jack, the Desert Nomad. tonel ta Fe Sharp, tale Wrenivides the Mountain Mystery. Dismal, the Rang® Detective, x Harry, the Cowboy Sport. RY GEORGE C. JENS. Arizona Detective. wer 8am, the Shasta Sport. #223 SSR232SE35 y 1 +. Published Every Wednesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold a BY WILLIAM R,. EYSTER. 916 Two Dead-Square Sports. 902 Soft Velvet, tne Man from Sandrock, 891 Genteel Jim, Sport-at-Large. 881 The Clubman-Crook’s Cat's-paw. 867 The Frisco Sport. 852 The Strauger Sport’s Shake-up.« 828 Kirk King, the Man from Kirby. “818 Gentleman Dave, the Dead Game Sport 783 The King-Pin Tramp. ; x 767 The Sport of Silver Bend. 718 Unc‘e Bedrock’s Big Bounce. 707 The Rival Rovers. 687 Double Cinch Dan, the Sport With a Charm, 677 Mr, Jackson, the Gent from Jaybird. 659 Gilt-Edge Johnny; or, Roldan and His Rovers. 650 Lucky Lester’s Lone Hand. . 634 Old Handecart’s Big Dump. 322 The Ali Around Sports. 603 -Deser; Alf, the Man With the Cougar. 590 Gentle Jack, the High Roller from Humbug, 578 Seven Shot Steve, the Sport with a Smile. 568 [he Dude Detective. 558 Hurrah Harry, the High Horse from Halcyon. 549 Belshazzar Brick, the Bailiff of Blue Blazes. 533 Oregon, the Sport Witha Scar. 503 The Dude from Denver. 478 Pinnacle Pete; or, The Fool from Way Back. 459 Major Sunshine, the Man of Three Lives. 429 Hair Trigger Tom of Red Bend. 402 Snapshot Sam; or, The Angels’ Fiat Racket. 396 The Piper Detective; or, The Gilt Edge Gang. 375 Royal George, the Three in One. . 356 Tbr e Handsome Sports; or, The Combination. 833 Derringer Dick, the Man with the Drop. 268 Mazic Mike, ~he Man of Frills. 229 Captain Cutsiceve; or, The Little Sport. 214 Tha Two Cool Sports; or, Gertie of the Gulch, 182 Hands Up; or, The Knights of the Canyon. 160. Soft Hand, Sharp; or, Tho Man with the Sand. . 145 Pistol Pards; or, The Silent Sport from Ciunabar BY NED BUNTLINE. 657 Loug Tom, the Privateer. 633 The Sea Spy. 621 The Red Privateer; or, The Midshipman Rover. 584 Fire Feather, the Buecaneer King. 517 Buffalo Bill's First Trail. ! $61 Tombstone Dick, the Train Pilot. 122 Saul Sabberday, tif Idiot Spy. 111 The Smuggler Captain: or, the Skipper’s Crime, 18 The Sea Bandit; or, The Queen of the Isle. 16 The White Wizard; or, The Seminole Prophet, BY JACKSON KNOX—‘ Old Hawk.” 838 Ol Grips Still’ Hunt. 827 Detective Walden’s Web. 778 The Butler Detective; or, Old Grip’s Grip 779 The Showman Dete tive. ‘762 Old Grip, the De-ective. | 740 Capt-in Clew, the Fighting Detective. 732 The Hurricane Detective. 643 Castlemaine, the Silent Sifter. 616 Magnus, the Weird Detective. 606 The Drop Detective. 595. Wellbasn, the Upper Crust Detective. 582 Joram, the Detective Expért. Bi xd Pe Double. - ; : hug King; or, The Falcon Detactive’s Foe. 548 Falconbridge. the Sphinx parotid 536 Old Falcon’s Foe; or, The Detective’s Swell Job. 515 Short-Stop Maje, the Diamond Field Detective, 509-Old Falcon, the Thunderbolt Detective. 501 Sprinesteel Steve, the Retired Detective, wiloc r Detective, ter Melee the Ba owaring. t lamander. 482 The Cizcus Detcetive. sae hare Denaee, oi alamioed: e ic Detective; or, The Hidden 424 Hawk Heron’s Deputy. ; 386 Hawk Heron, the Falcon Deteetive. BY J. ©. COWPRICK. 752 The Stayt rt of Daisy Drift. 626 Ducats Dion, the Nabob Sport Detective. it 612 Sheriff St#llwood, the Regulator of Raspberry. 598 The Dominie Detective. 591 Duke Daniels, the Society Detective, 580 Shadowing a Shadow. 565 Prince Paul, the Postman Detective. , 557 The Mountain Graybeards; or, Riddles’ Riddle, 519 Old Riddles, the Rock er 499 Twilight Charlie, the Road rt. 472 Gitbert of Gotham, the Steel-a: etective, 452 Rainbow Rub, the ip from Texas, = Kentucky Jean, the Sport from Yellow Pine, 422 Blue Grass Burt, the Gold Star Detective, 390 The Giant Cupid; or Cibuta John’s Jubilee, BY EDWARD WILLETT. 488 Flush Fred. the River Sharp, 368 The Canyon King; or. a Price on his Head. 348 Dan Dillon, King of Crosscut. 337 Old Gabe, the Mountain Tramp, 327 Terrapin Dick, the Wildwood Detective. 815 Flush Fred's Double; or, The Squatters’ League 308 Hemleck Hank. Tough and True, 298 Logger Lem; or, Lif’ in the Pine Woeds, 289 Flush Fred's Full Hand, 274 Flush Fred, the Mississippi Sport. 248 Montana Nat, the Lion of Last Chance Camp, 22 Bill the Blizzard; or, Red Jack’s Crime. 209 Buck Farley. the Bonanza Prince. : 129 Mississippi Mose; or, a Strong Man's Sacrifice. BY CAPTAIN MAYWNE REID, %#7 The White Squaw, 234 The Hunter's Feast. 21: The Wikl_ Huntress; or.The Squatter. 200 The Rifle ngorn: or, Adventures in Mexico. 0b The Spreter Barque. A Tale of the Paci The Specter ue. e of the . Hunters ‘ Romance of the Plains, t the Uniform Price of Ten Cents. No Double Numbers. BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM. | 911 The Blue Blockader; or, The Coast Grayhound, 906 The Cuban Cruiser. : 854 Tne Ocean Gipsy. \ 884 The Wild Steer Riders; or, Texas Jack’s Terrors, | 819 The Rival Monte Cristes, i 805 The Last of the Pirates; er, Doem Driven. 801 The Water Wolves’ Detective; or, Trapwing the Grate Ghouls. 791 The Coast-Raider’s Death-Chasoe, 748 Arizona Chariie, the Crack-srot Detective. 704 Invisible Ivan. the Wizard: Detective, 685 Tbe Red-skin Sea Rover. 679 Revello, the Pirate Cruiser; or, The Rival Rovers 672 The Red Rapier; or, The Sea Rover's Bride. 662 The Jew Detective: or, The Beautiful Convict, 640 The Rov r’s Ret ibution, ~ 685 The Ex Buecahe-r; or, The Stigma of Sin. 625 Red Wings; or, The Gotd Seekers of the Bahamas, 615 The Three uccaneers, 610 The Red Flag Roveryor, White Wings of the Deep, 605 The Shadow Silver Ship. 600 The Silver Ship: cr, The Sea Seouts of 76, 593. The Sea Rebel: er. Red Rovers of the Revolution, 587 Conrad, the Sailor Spy; or. True Hearts of "76. 581 The Outlawed Skipper; or, The Gantlet Runner, 566 The Man from Mexico. 558 Ma. Monte, the Mutineer; or, The Branded Brig. 546 Lk Doomed Whaler: or, The Life Wreck, - 580 The Savages of the Sea. 524 The Sea Chaser; or, The Pirate Noble, 510 El Moro, the Corsair Commodore. 493 The Scouts of the Sea. 457 The Sea Insurgent: or, The Conspirator Son, 485 The One-Armed Buccaneer. : 430 The Fatal Frigate; or, Rivals in Love and Waa 899 The New Monte Cristo. 809 The Coast Corsair: or, The Siren of the Sea, 861 The Sea Fugitive: or, The Queen of the Coast, 341 The Sea Desperado, 386 Tne Magic Ship; or, Sandy Hook Freebooters. $25 The Gentleman Pirate ; or, The Casco Hermits, pd The Indian tbuccaneer; or, Lhe Red Revers. 25 The Gambler Pirate; or, Lady of the Lagoos, 198 The Skeleton Schooner; or, The Skimmer. ao 184 The Scarlet Schooner: or. The 5ea Nemesis. _ 104 Montezuma, the Mercier. : Peart 108 Merle, the Mutineer; or, The Red Anehor Brat: BY PHILIP 8S. 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MONSTERS, — 236 Charapion Sam; or, The Monarehsof the Show 150 Bi Rai Bravo, King of the Swordsmen, “BY DR. NOEL PUNBAR, 919 The Sea Scout; or, The Patriet Privateen 886 The King of Crooks. 858 Number One, the Dead-set Detective. 604 The Detective in Rags; or, The 600 The True-Heart Pards. 4a new issue every Wednesday Bendle’s Dime Library is for sale e Newsdealers, ten ce per copy, or sent by "7 receipt of twelve cents ea~ + : a bx
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"Nttention, M Telancholy, Despair Courage, ting, Commanding, Difference, ing, Acquitting, jag, Arguing: pendence, tismissing, Vonaratien, Tranquillity, Cheerf Buffoonery, Joy, mpgs igig Pe ulness, Mirth, Gravity, In: , Pity, Grief, me, Remorse, Delight, Pride, Ubctioney Authority, Forbidding, gzreeing, Exhorting, Judging, Approv- Condemning T Affirming, Denying, ‘eaching, Pardon- Refusing, Granting, De- ope, Desire, Love, Re spect, Giving, Wonder, Admiration, ¢ ratitude, Cu osity Persuasiow, Tempting, Prom tion, loth, Intoxication, Anger, etc. ng, Affecta- SEC. IT. Tar Component ELEMENTS OF An ORA tion.—Rules of Com and Phrases, viz.: As applied to Sentences, ie Clearness, Unity, Des the Narration, Exordium ape. as nentee to Words arity, Propri ety, Precision. Length of Sentence, hy of Speech; the e Proposition, the Confirmation, the Refutation, the Peroration. SEC. IV. REPRESENTATIVE EXERCISES IN PROSE AND Verrsu.—Transition; A Plea for the Ox; Falstaff’s Soliloqu Call aud Resp of a Life; the Bu *le; th and the Dag er; Upw: on Honor; the Burial of Lincoln; the Response; ant a onet Charge; Histo ells; Byron; Macbet amnlet’ s Soliloquy; Old Things; iliam Ruf Essa Onto Musik; Tiscoveries of ss non Eye; an SEC. V. OBSERVATIONS OF Goop Jurere cil Dime Humorous A Sad Sto A String o: of Onions, A fe Tragic Story, Courtship, es Bow d Ech go an Fashionable ‘Women, Fern Thistles, fon Ree ol ottlie’ yergos Schlackenlichter’s snake, Hosea Biglow’s Opinions, How the Money Hun-ki-do-ri’s Fourth of Oration If you Mean No, Say No, Old monet s Son, Paddle bea! Own Canoe, Se ‘ aS ee “* Araby’s Jr.'s a ean Speaker, No. 6. Rigi Run Mad, ht Names, cientific Lectures, Fate of Sergeant Thin, ane ‘Features’ Quarrel, american Voodehuck, The Harp of a Thousand Strings, The Last of the Sarpints, The March to Moscow, The Mysterious Guest, The Pum: The Waterfall To the Bachelors’ Union United st States Presidents, Nomesten: me Popping the what l¥ I Wouldn't Be. Yankee Doodle Aladdin, 7a! Moskeetare, . Dime Standard Speaker, No. 7. The World We Live In, Woman’s Claims. Authors of our rT Likerty; The Real Con 5 italy Citizen’s Heritage, Ita ree Y cchuneliy Nature and Nainre’s God The Modern Good, {Sun, Ossian’s Address to the Inde aaa Bell—1777, The i Thome, Lite The ‘Idler, The Unbeliever, The Two Lives, The ‘True Scholar Judges not Infallible, Fanaticism, Instability ‘of a Agriculture, (Crime. The People.Always Con- Music of Labor, 3 {quer,. Prussia and Austria, Wishing, John Burns, Gettysburg, No Sect in Heaven, Miss Prude’s Tea-Party, The Power of an Idea, The Beneficence of the Paradoxical, Little Jerry, the Miller, The Blarney Stone, The Student of Bonn The Broken Househo: id, The Bible, The Purse and the Sword The Pin and Needle, The Modern i itieg es Immortality of the Soul, Occupation, Heroism and Daring, A Shot at the Deeanter. Dime Stump Speaker, No. 8. Hon. J. M. Stubbs’ Views yet the Situation, Wo 8 Suffrage, x oman’s All fer a Nomination, ea, Stay Pon Life's What You Make Where’s Pet Money, Conscience, af *s Relation to ere es Limits to Ha: pines Good-nature a B Sermon from Bed si Tail-enders, (Baptist, The Value of Money, Meteoric Disquisiticn, | Be Sure You are Right, Be ef Good Cheer, Orabbed Felks, {Shrew, Taming a Masculine Farmers, {Our Country The True Greatness "ot The Cold-water Man, -The Rhetoric of pat —__~-—+-—- — A MS, Ne eS Pe ww F Permanency of Sta: Ast; mi Liberty of ech am The Wid ex New Duties of ” American Cit Temptations of Giti em ions 0 Broken Resolutions, There is no Death, Rac es, : : ae Disco oe e Ls ae Dajuct National ‘equi’ The Amateur Coachmal Plea si the Republie, Ame ca, {Fallacy, ght of Secession’ a Life’s Sunset, Human Nature, Lawyers, Wrox of the Cyrarte ae in behalf of ries of War Laberty, A Lay Sermon, A Dream, It Is Not Your B aswWtes Dime Juvenile Spéaker, No. 9. A Boy’s nate” pal How the Raven ecaL Hoe Out Your Black, Six-Year-Old’s Protest, A Mother's Work, The Suicidal Cat, The § += % e rete Ooo op orn The Waitor, a cn Us rhyme, ‘he Fairy $ er. What Was Lottned, q Press On, ana The Horse, The Snake in the Grass,. fale of the Tropics, omley’s Speech, he Same, second extract The Fisher’s Child, nets Maiden's Psaim Scholar, salm of i Pies for for Skates, Playin — tiv Tons Someth ve for Somethin Lay of the Hen- Packed, A Til Ne N ever Use Tobaceay, rong Bacheter, 2B 0 Ee a’s Lamen’ Johnny Shrimps a Bo Morpy, Cheice of Ho Hea’ Ho for the Fie The Outside Dog, Fashion en the Wolf and Lamb, On Shanghais, Lion in Love, Frogs Asi for a Ki Siek Lio aking a Country and Town Mice, Man oe Weman, Hom The e Lotus Planter, ae Thin ’s Soliloquy, hag | eg Pai Night A ter Christmas, mm. reseription for Eprt Saiuce on Amusements, | Freesat on for Dime Siread-Bagle Speaker, No. a ) Ta mn Buster's Oration, Drum-head mae f Von bs en, ot 4th, ice. : yer ‘aout pag Boots, ‘he Squeezer, Noah and the Devil, A Lover’s Luck Hifalutin Adel Jacob Whittie's € Speec Digestion and aradion, Jerks Prognesticates, — rt pega 8 Mg oo A Word Sn [ages, Gushediie Bendibus, * aoe of a ing for the Sh Daking : x hg ‘Then and Josh Billi Doctor De Ai m Leckie! lister’s Ann The re Niama Niams, People Will Talk, | Swackhamer’s | Whe 8 na lle ve I Good pcg The liching Palm, Debater and Chairman's Guide No. 1: 111, —OHAIRMAN'S. Guin 1.—DpBATING SOCIETY. - Tts Office and Usefulness, | Formation of, Constitution of, By-Laws of, Rules of Government, Local Rules of Order, Local Rules of Debate, Subjects of Discussivn. u.—How Te DEBATE, Wiy there aie bs good Prerequisites t to Orateri- The Logic of Debate, Maxims to O The Aber agen Premise, Order of Argument, Summary. t
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BEADLE'’S*| )IME*|IBRARY. Published Every Wednesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Ten Cents. No Double Numbers. ? BUFFALO BILL NOVELS. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 994 Buffalo Bill’s Lone Hand. 989 Buffalo Bill’s Marked Bullet. Buffalo Bill’s Life Raffle. Buffalo Bill’s Relentless Trail, 964 Buffa'o Biil’s Invincibles. \960 Buffalo Bill's Blue Belt Brigade..- 956 Buffalo Bill’s Volunteer V: tes. {950 Buffalo Bill at Bay. 943 Buffalo Bill's Block Game. 936 Buffalo Bill s Black Parad. 927 Buffalo Bill’s Bluff; or, Dusky Dick the Sport. 921 Buffalo Bill’s Quandary: or, Velvet Bill’s Vow. Buffalo pil sis the Sargete Serer Buffalo 's League; or, y- Buffalo Bill's “Tangled Trail. Buffalo Bill's Rough Riders. Buffalo Bill’s Secret Ally. 890 Buffalo Bill’s Life-Stakeé, 882 The Three Bills: Buffalo Bill Wild Bill and Band- box Bill; or, The Bravo in Broadcloth. 874 Buffalo “ills Buckskin Braves. 869 Buffale Bill’s Road-Agent Round-up. 863 Buffalo Bill’s Death Charm; 857 Buffalo Bil’s Royal Fiush. 851 Baffalo Bill's Deuble Dilemma, 845 Buffalo Bili’s Redskin 830 Buffalo Bill's Bovs in Won 826 Buffalo Bill's Sharp-Shooters, 822 Buffalo Bill’s Beat Hower. 816 Buffalo Bi'l’s Red Trail. 812 Buffalo Bul’s Death-Knell, 794 Buffalo Bill’s Winning Hand 787 Buffalo Bill’s Dead Shot. 781 Buffalo Bill's Brand. 777 Buffalo Bill’s Spy Shadower, 769 Buffalo Bill’s Sweepstake. 765 Baffalo Bill's Dozen; or, Silk Ribbon Sam. 761 Buffalo Bill’s Mascot. 7 ‘alo Bill’s Big Pour; or, Custer’s Shadow. 748 Buffalo Pill’e Flush Hand, 78 Buffalo Bil’s Blind: or, The Masked Driver, (285 Buffale Bifl and His Merry Men. ° 781 Buffalo Bill's Beagles: or, Silk Lasso Sam, 727 Buffalo Bill’s Bodv Guard, 722 Baffato Bill on the War-path. co Bulialo ree Scout Sh coreek. ine nffalo Bill Baffled: or. The Deserter Desperado. 697 Butiale Bill’s Buckskin Brotherhood. 691 Buffalo Bill's }itind Trail; or, tater Re a 667 Buffalo Bill's Swoop; or, The King of the : 658 The Cowbsv ; or, The Ti of Texas, (658 Lasso ‘sg League; or, Buck Taylorin Texas, '649 Buffaio Bid’s Chief of Cowboys; or, Buck Taylor \644 Buffalo Bill’s Honanza; er. Si!ver Circle Knights, 862 Buffato Ra’s Grip; or. Vath Bound to Custer, (829 Buffalo Bill's Pledge: or. The League of Three. 189 Wild Bile Gold Trail; or, The Desperate Dozen. 4 Wild Bill’s Trump Card; or, The Indian Heiress. 168 Wild Bill, the Pistol Dead Shot, ’ By Buffalo Bill, 3 The Dread Shot Four. Texas Jack, the Lasso King The Ranea King Dead-Shot. 820 White Beaver 's Still Hunt. 807 Wild Bill, the Wild West Duelist. ‘ ae Bilt, the Deaa-Center Stot, { id King. The be aT OP ine: or, ay Pards of the Plains. ; mard i e. Fay “‘yorderland Retribution. 401 One-Armed Parad; oF, wag The Wizard Brothers: or, White Beaver’s 94 White Reaver, the exile of the Platte. G12 Wild Bill, tho Whirlwind of the West. Jack, the Prairie Rattler, The Pilgrim Sharp: or, The soldier's Sweetheart. | 83 Geld Bullet Svort; or, Knights of the Overland, 583 Death.Tratier, the Chief of Scouts. By Leon Lewis, Ned Buntline, ete. [P73 Buffalo Bl’s Ban; or, Cody e oy Rescue. fink ’ pet Servi ral. 820 Buficly sut's Daring Role; or, Daredeath Dick, . 517 Buffalo Biil’s First Trail; or, The Express Rider. 158 Buffalo Bill, Chief cf Scouts. {17 Buffalo Bill 6 Strange Srey a Dashing Dandy. Buffalo Bill, the Buckskin King. BY HAROLD PAYNE. '883 ‘The Man from Mexico in New York. ; 8% The King-Pin Shark; or, Thad Burr's Ten Strike, 1 The Tenderloin Big Four The Quaker City Crook. Tracked to Chicago. . 5 The Policy Broker's Blind. 828 The Frisco Sharper’s Cool Hand. 8% The Tramp Shadower’s 813 The Sham Spotter’s Bb The Grand Atreet Gold-Dust Sharpers. Detective Burr's Luna‘ic Witness 9 The Wall Street Sharper’s Snap. 7 Thad Burr's Death Drop. , : 734 Detective Burr’s Foil; or, 713 Fieadquarters Special, 13 Detecti ‘s 706 veh eorr'a roa Clues. " — ont Burr, the Invincible; or, The “LL” Clue. he Matchiess Detective. 680 XX, the Fatal Clew; or, Burr’s Master Case. BY CoL. THOMAS H. MONSTERY., 995 The Czar’s Spy." 986 Iron Wrist. the Swordmaster. %o Champion Sam; er, The Monarchsof the Show, El Rubio Bravo, King ef the Swordsmen, BY J W. OSBON. #87 Shadrach, the Sport Detective. _ 822 Gilbert sfablenar, the Dandy Sport. “905 Shasta Sam, kier. 877 Cool Creede, the Pead-Shot. 818 Roy: , the Thoroughbred, | 442 Wild West Walt, the Mountain Veteran | BY CAPTAIN HOWARD HOLMES. 929 Gentleman George, the Showman Sport. 912 Genteel Joe’s Lone Hand, 968 The Train Detective. 896 Kent Keen, the Crook-Crusher. 888 Nightshade in New York. 879 Falcon Piven, the Fiash Detective. 871 The Crook Cashier. 859 Clew-Hawk Keene’s Right Bower, 847 Hiram Hawk, the Harlem Detective, 840 Majer Bullion, Boss of the Tigers. 831 Shadowing the London Detective. 817 Plush Velvet, the Prince of Spotters, 803 The Dogue Broker’s Right Bower. 788 The Nizght-Hawk Detective, 779 Silk Ribbon’s Crush-out. 766 Detective Zaoh, the Broadway Spotter. 751 The Dark Lantern Detective. 736 The Never-F'ail Detective. 724-Captain Hercules, the Strong Arm Detective, 711 Dan Damon, the Gilt-Falge Detective, 701 Silver Steve, the Branded Sport. $94 Gideon Grip, the Secret Shadower. 684 Velvet Van, the Mystery Shadower. - The Dude Desperado 1 Jason Clew, the Silk-Manded Ferret. 664 Monk Morel, the Man-Hunter. 654 Sol Spbinx, the Ferret Detective, 642 Red Pard.and Yellow. : 608 Silent Sam, the Shadow Sphinx. 592 At om Sid, the Shasta Ferret. 579 Old Cormorant, the Bowery Shadow. 569 Captain Cobra, the Hooded Mystery. 559 Danton, the Shadow Sharp, 550 Silk Hand, the Mohave Ferret. 843 The Magnate Detective. 532 Jack Javert. the Independent Detective, 523 Reynard of Red Jack; or, The Lost Detective 512 Captain Velvet’s Big Stake. 505 Phil Fox, the Genteel Spotter. 496 Richard Redtire, the Two Worlds’ Detective, 487 Stmshine Sam, a Chip of the Old Block, 480 Hawkspear, the Man with a Secret, 468 Coldgrip in Deadwood, 460 Captain Coldgrip. the Detective. 453 Captain Coldgrip’s Long Trail. 447 Voicano, the Fvisco Spy. 441 The California Sbarp. _ 434 Lucifer Lynx, thé W onder Detective, 421 Father Ferret, the Frisco Shadow, 413 Captain Coldgrip in New York, 407 Captain Coldgrip’s Nerve; or. Injun Nick. 400 Captain Coldgrip; or. The New York Spotter. 392 The Lest Bonanza: or, The Boot of Silent Hound. $82 The Bonanza Band; or, Dread Don of Cool Clan, 874 Major Blister, the Sport of Two Cities, 365 Keen Kennard, the Shasta Shadow, The rate Dozen. 347 Denver Duke, the Man with “ Sand.” 340 Cool Conrad, the Dakota Detective. 835 Flash Dan, the Nabob, or, Blades of Bowie Bar. ALBERT W, AIKEN’S NOVELS. Dick Talbet Series, | 991 Dick Talbot at the Mines: or, Kentack, the Sport, 988 Roeky Mountain Rob. 976 Overland Kit; er, The Idyl of White Pine. 741 Dick raibot’s Close Cali. ° 787 Dick Talbot in A e Lend. 733 Dick Tatbet. the King. 729 Dick Talbot’s Clean-Out. 725 Dick Talbot in Ne Men’s Game. : 354 Dick Talbot; o:, The Brana of Crimson Crosr 36 Diek Talbot; or, The Death-Stot of Shasta. Aiken’s Fresh of Frisco Series. 825 Fresh, the Race-Traek Sport. 660 The Fresh in Montane; or, Biake’s Full Hand, 652 ‘The Fresh’s Rustie at Painted City. 647 The Fresh at Santa Fe; or, The Stranger Sharp, 556 Fresh, the Sport: er, The Big Racket at Slide Out. 587 Fresh Against the Field; or, Blake, the ion. 497 Fhe Fresh in Texas; or. The Escobedo Millions. 481 The Fresh of Frisco on the Rio Grande. 97 The Fresh in Big Walnut Camp; or. Bronze J: Aiken’s Joe Phenix Series. 965 Joe Phenix’s Mascot. 959 Joe Phenix’s Double Deal. 954 Joe Phenix in Chicage. 949 The Doctor from Texas; or, Joe Phenix’s Clue, 944 Joe Phevix’s Rigut Bower. ‘ 865 The Female Bar Detective; or, Joe Phenix in Silver City. 799 Joe Phenix’s Great Blue Diamcnd Case; or, The/ New York Sport at Long Branch. 798 Joe Phenix'’s Decey; or, The Man of Three. 760 Joe Phenix’s Lone Hand. ee 749 Joe Phenix’s Big Bulge. 708 Joe Phenix's Siren; or, The WSman the Groat i 745 Joe Phenix’s Mad.Case. 700 Joe Phenix’s Unknown; or, Crushing the 681 Joe Phenix’s Specials; or, The Actress Detect 637 Joe Phenix in Crazy Camp. 632 Joe Phenix’s Master Search. : 5 628 Joe Phenix's Combin: ; or,the Dandy Conspirator 620 Joe Phenix’s Silent Six. ‘ 9 601 Joe Phenix’s Shadow; or.the Detective’s Monitor’ 419 Joe Phenix., the King of Detectives. : 161 Joe Phenix’s Great Man Hunt. 112 Joe Phenix, Private Detective; or, The League, | 79 Joe Phenix, the Police Spy. Aiken’s Misc clHaneous Novels, 980 The All-Around Athlete. 940 Captain Jack, the Scalper 985 The Hawks and Wolves of New York $32 Detective Gordon’s Grip. Old Sunflower, the Silent Smiter. I Old Sunflower. the Hayseed Detective, 901 The Hotel Swell-Sbharp; cr, The Siren Shadowes, 892 The Country man Detective. 821 California Claude, the Lone Bandit. 876 Gold Button rt; or, The Miner Sharps, | 294 Broadcloth Burt. ities Pinaver Dandy. 8 aytog 39 the Half-Blood. { 941 The Shadow Sport from Frisco. e King-Pin ective. - 814 The New Yorker Among Texas Sports. 775 King Dandy, the Silver Sport. 753. Gideon’s Grip af Babylon Par. 717 Captain Pat McGowen, the Greencoat Detective,’ 674 Uncle Sun Up, the Born Detective, BY WILLIAM H. MANNING, 948 The Red-Gloved Detective. 981 Frisco Frank at Glory Guich. 920 The Montana Miner,in New York. 6 h htw eight Detective. = The Doomsday -Den Detective. as he ihoo Detective; or, The Golden Gyte Find, The Doubdl k Detective. 613 Keen Billy, the Sport. : 898 Yellow Gid, of Dark Divide. 607 Old Benzine, the “ Hard Case” Detective, 888 The Expert Detective’s Shake-up. 594 Fire Face, the Silver King’s Foe. 586 The Silver Sh arp Detective. 577 Tom, of Calif orma,; or, Detegtive’s Shadow 570 The Actress Detective; or, The Invisible Han 562 Lone Hand, the Shadow. 520 The Lone Hand on the Caddo, 490 The Ione Hand in Texas. 475 Chin Chin, the Chinese Detective, 465 The Actor Detective. . 440 The High ‘Hore of the Pacific. 4%3 The Loue Hand; or, The Red River Recreants: 408 Doc Grip, the Vendetta of Death. $81 The Gypsy Gen tleman; or. Nick Fox, Det e 876 Black ards: o1, The Rie Grande High 370 The Dusky Detective: or. Pursued to the Ena. 863 Crowningshieid, the Detective 820 The Genteel Spotter: or The N. Y. Night Hawk, 875 The bea the Race-Track Judge. 864 The Poffce Special’s Dilemma. 849 The Genteel Sharper’s Combine Graydon’s Double Deal. 888 The Sport Detective’s oi) 823 The Athlete Sport About Town. 808 TheCrook-Detective’s Pull. 790 Plunger Pete, the Race Track Detective. 782 Royal Rock, the Round-ip Detective. 774 Steve Starr, the Dock Detective. 764 The New York Sharp’s Shadower. 788 Detective Claxton, the Record Breaker. %14 Gabe Gall, the Gambolier from Great Hump, 703 Spokane Saul, the Samaritan Suspect 692 Dead-Shot Paul, the Deep-Range 655 Strawberry Sam, the Man with the 646 Dark John, the Grim Guard. lorer. irthmark. 252 The Wali Street Pood; or, The Telegraph Girl = Murdock, the Dread Detective. 203 The Double Detective; or, The Madnight ‘ystery. Dangerous Dave, the Never-Beaten Detective. 196 La Marmoset, the Letective Queen. 611 Alkali Abe, the Game Chicken from Texas. ; 101 The Man from New York. 91 The Winning Oar. or. The iunkeop™ ¢ Daughter. 84 Hunted Down: or, The League of Three. 81 The Human Tiger: or, A Heart of Fire, % Gentleman George: or, Parlor. Prison and Street, 72 The Phantom Hand: or, The 5th Avenue Heiress.’ 56 The Indian Mazeppa: or, Medmss of the Plains. 49 The Wolf Demon; or. The wha . 42 The California Detective: or, The Wit of N.Y. 81 The New York Sharp; or, The Flash of Ligbtning 27 The Spotter Detective: or, Girls of New York, NEW ISSUES. 1000 Buffalo Rill’s Grim Gaard. By Col, Ingraham,| 161 The Brand-Burnersef Cimarron. By John W. Osbon. 1002 Silver City Sam. By Jos. HE. r. Oe ela Dae cn ick Talbet in Utah. By Albert ~ W. Aiken 1004 Buffalo Bill's Death Deal. Col. Ingraham. 1005 Foot-Hills Frank.. By Jos. E. Badger. 1006 The Sea Cadet. By Col, P. Ingraham. 405 Ola Baldy’ the Brigadier of Buck Basin, 297 Colorado Rube, the Strong Arm of Hotspur. JUST ISSUED. 2% The Geld Dragoon, vr, California Bloodhoun#. | o¢¢ tnjun Dick. the Shasta Dead Shot, By Aiken. BY NED BUNTLINE. | 997 Hotspus ye Sport from Hard Luck. By 67 Loug Tom, the Privateer. 998 Captain Seawalf, Privateer. By Ned Buntlize. 633 The Sea Spy, | 999 ‘The Velvet Hand: or, The Ires Grip of Injun = 2 Fal yetneG or, The sta: Rover. Dick. By Albert W, Aiken. ire Feather, the Buccaneer King. 517 Buffalo Bill’s First Trail. . A new issue every Wednesday. 861 Tombstone Dick, the Train Pilot. THE PIME LIBRARY is for sale by all Newsdealers. ton cents ve™ cap) af sept by mail ov 12 Saul pauber One, the Idiot Spy 3 oF in; ‘ , $ 111 The Smuzgter Captain; or, The Skipper's Crime, receipt of price. = _-+- Pi i PS, EP Mey oot, Be ee, 596 Rustler Rube; the Round-Up Detective. 585 Dan Dixon's Double. ‘ , 57o Steady Hand. the Napoleon of Detectives 563 Wyoming Zeke, the Hotspur of Honeysuckie. 551 Garry Kean the Man with Backbone, 539 Old Doubledark, the Wily Detective. 581 Saddle-Chief Kit, the Prairie Centaur. 521 Paradise Sam, the Nor’-West Pilot. « 513 Texas Tartar, the Man With Nine Lives. 506 Unele Honest, the Peacemaker of Hornets’ Nest. 498 Central Pacific Paul, the Mail Train Spy. 492 Border Bullet, the Prairie Sharpshooter. 486 Kansas Kitten, the Northwest Detective. 479 Gladiator Gabe, the Samson of Sassajack. 470 The Duke of Dakota. 468 Gold Gauntlet. the Guich Gladiator, 455 Yank Yeliowbird, rhe Tal) Huster of the Hills. 449 Bluff Burke, King of the Rockies. 4387 Deap Duke: or, The Man of Two Lives, 427 The Rivals of Montana Mill 415 Hot Heart, the Detective Spy. 18 The Sea Bandit; or, The Queen of the Isle. 16 The White Wizard: ar The Seminole Prophet,
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1 ’ Each Number Complete. Buffalo Bill’s Relentless Trail. Prentiss Ingraham, The Dread Shot Four; or, Plains. oy Col W. F. Cod By Colonel My Pards of the| $16 y. 964 Buffalo Bill's Invincibles; or, The Sable Shad- | 812 —- Sublime Sacrifice. By Col. P. Ingra- Lam. 960 Buffalo Bill's Blue Belt Brigade; or, Sun- flower Sam of Shasta. By Col. P. Ingraham, | 807 %6@ Buffalo Bill's Volunteer Vigilantes; or, The! Mysterious Man in Blue. By Col. P, I ra~ | ham. | 794 950 Buffalo Bill at Bay; or, The Gold Seeker's Docm. By Col. P. Ingraham, 787 Buffalo Bill's Block Game; or, ‘The Mounted Miners of the Overland. By Col. P, Ingra- ham. : | 781 Buffaly Bill’s Black Pard; or, The Gold Boomers of the Big Horn. By Col. P, Ingra-| ham. Buffalo. Bill's Bluff; or, Dusky Dick, Spert. By Col. P. Ingraham. - Buffalo Bill’s Quandary; or, Yelvet Bil.’s; Vow. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. Buffajo Bill and the Surgeon S¢out: or, Go-| wan-go, the Redskin Rider. By Col. P. In-| graham. Buffalo HgN's League; or, Red Butterfly. Col. Prentiss Ingraham. Buffalo Bill’s Tangled Trail; or, Gentleman | Jack, the Man otf Many Masks. By Col. P, Ingraham. Buffalo Bill's Rough Riders; or, Texas Jack’s Sharp-Shooters. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. | Buffalo Bill's Secret Ally; or, The Texan’s| Deuble. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. Buffalo Bill's Life-Stake; or, The Pledged Three. By Col. P. Ingraham. The Three Bills; Buffalo Bill, Wild Bill and Band-Box Bili; cr, The Bravo in Broadcloth. By Col. P. Ingraham. Puffalo Bill's Buckskin Braves; or, The Card Queen's Last Gane. By Col. P, Ingraham. Buffalo Bill's Road Agent Round-Up; or, The} Mysterious Masked Man in Black. By Col.) P. Ingraham. Buffale Bili's” Death-Charm; or, The Man With the sear. By Col, Prentiss Ingraham. | 716 Buffale Bill's Royal Flush; or, The Pony Ri- @er's Death-Run. By Col. Prentisa Ingra-|719 ham. Buffalo Bill's Double Dilemma; or, The Great Scout’s Big Three. By Col. P. Ingraham, Puffalo Bill's Redskin Ruse; or, Texas Jack's Death Shet. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, The Ranch King Dead-Shot; or, Texas Jack's Prexy. Dy Buffalo Bill. Buffalo Ritl'c Boys tn Blue; or, The Brimstene Bana’s Btat-out. By Col. P. Ingraham, Ruffalo Bill's Sharp-Shooters; or, The Surgeon Seeut to the Rescue. By Col. P. annie saggll pa Huffalo Bill’s Best Bower; or, Montebello the 56 Gold King. By Col, Prentiss Ingraham. the | By 682 667 ——— na T e@Oo0eRCoOeeEe 0000000800 00000008060 820 White Beaver’s Still Hunt; or, The Miner Marauder’s Death-Track. By Buffalo Bill. tuffalo, Bill’s Red Tras or, The Road-Rider Renegade’s Ruh Down. By Col. P. Ingraham. Duffalo Bill's Death-Knell; or, The Red Hand Riders of the Rockies. By Col. P, Ingraham, O07 Wili Bil, the Wild West Duelist; cr, The Girl Mascot of Modnlight Mine. By Buffalo Bill. Wild Bill, the Wild West Duelist; or, The Girl Grande Ralph, the Cowboy Chief. By Buf- falo Bill. Buffalo Bill's Winning Hand; ‘or, The Masked Woman of the Colorado Canyon, By Col. P. Ingraham. Buffalo Bill's Dead Shot; or, The Skeleton Scout of the Colorado. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. Buffalo. Bill’s Brand; or, The Brimstone Brotherhood. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 3uffalo Bill's Spy-Shadower; or, The Masked Men at Grand Canyon. By Col. P. Ingraham. Buffalo Bill’s Ban; or, Cody to the Rescue. By Leon Lewis. Buffalo Bill's Sweepstake; or, The Wipe-out at Last Chance. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, Buffalo Bill’s Dozen; or, Sikk Ribbon Sam. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. Ruffalo’ Bill’s Mascot; or, The Death Valley | Victim No. 13. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, Buffalo Bill's Double; or, The Desperado De- tective. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. Buffalo Bill's Big Four; or, Custe’s Shadow, By Col. Prentiss Ingrahbaim. Buffalo Bill's Flush Hand; or, Texas Jack’s 3ravos. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, Buffalo Bill’s Blind; or, The Masked Driver!” of Death's Canyon. By Col. Prentiss Ingra- ham, Buffalo Bil and His Merry Men; or, The Robin Hood Rivals. By Col. Prentiss Ingra- ham. Buffalo Bill’s Beagies; or, Silk Lasso Sam, By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. Buffalo Bill's Body Guard; or, The Still Hunt of the Hills. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. Buffalo Bill on the War Path; or, Silk Lasso Sam, the Will-o’-the-Wisp. By Col. P. In- graham. Ruffalo Bill's Seout Shadowers; or, Emer- ald Ed of Devil's Acre. By Col. P. Ingraham, Buffalo Bill Baffled; or, The Deserter Des- perado’s Defiance. By Col.’ P. Ingraham. Bulfalo Bill's Buckskin Brotherhood; or, Opening Up a Lest Trail. By Col. P. In- graham, Buffalo Bill’s Blind Trail; or, The Daughter of the Regiment. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. Buffalo Bill’s Secret Service Trail. By Major Dangerfield Burr. Buffalo Bill’s Swoop; or, the King of the Mines. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 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