Beadle's Pocket Library (no. 264) (1889 01 30)
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82.50 No. 264, a Year. No. 98 WrnirtAm St., New York. Five Gente. Vol. al. LITTLE BILL APPEARED WITH A PLATE OF TEMPTING EDIBLES. “HERE YE ARE, GRANDPAP|" BE SUNG OUT, MERRILY. ‘“‘ ENUFF FODDER TER FATTEN A BUZZARD on.”
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= ‘2 Denver Doll’s Partner. i gee ene “- Denver Doll’s Partner; oR, BIG BUCKSKIN, THE SPORT. BY EDWARD L. WHEELER, AUTHOR OF ‘‘ DENVER DOLL AS DETECTIVE,” ‘DENVER DOLL’S DEVICE,” ‘“‘ DEADWOOD DICK” NOVELS, ETC., ETC.. ETC. CHAPTER I. A VILLAINOUS BARGAIN, SH! Hush your clatter!” The speaker was a dark-browed, black-mus- tached personage, of some forty years or more, whose face showed the scars resulting from sev- eral wounds, and whose general aspect was in no way pleasing. He was of heavy build, and dressed in miner's habiliments. The scene was the interior of a rude log cabin, against one of the walls of which the speaker sat tipped back in a chair, is remarks were addressed to a quartette of fellows, eminently as evil-looking as himself, who were congregated around a table wrangling over a game of cards. One of these—a long, powerful-looking ruffian —turned a scowling face toward the speaker, “ Reckon ‘tain’t your game, Cap!” he growled. ““T don’t allow no skin game when I’ve got a hand in, an’ ye can bet on that!” * Took out!” the captain cried sternly; ‘none of your back change, Muggins, or Pll remind you who’s boss here, Isaid hush that clatter, and I mean it. I expect visitors to-night, and i want order.” The others exchanged glances, but none of them offered a reply except Muggins: “Tt’s about time you tackled suthin’ to fetch in shekels, ef ye want ter keep the gang to- gether. Tnis bein’ shet up like a rat in a trap ain’t what it’s cracked up to be!” he grunted angrily. “ Maybe you'd rather leave the trap, and fall into the hands of the handsome horse-thief catcher, Big Buckskin,” the captain sneered. “You know ho’s on our trail, and has sworn to wipe every mother’s son of us out, for running off his famous stallion, Star Face, He ain’t the’ only one as wants ter see us. The Murdock Brothers have quite an extensive acquaintance, you know, and Monk Muggins isn’t exactly bold nough to look the law in the face,” “Pm every bit as brave as you are, Burk Wurdock—brave enough, anyhow, that I’m devilish sick 0’ bein’ epcned up here.” ‘Well, you may have a chance to get out and distinguish yourself, after to-night,” the captain answered, resuming his pipe, a strange glitter in his eyes. The Murdock Brothers and the man Muggins had, for a long period, made themselves notori- ous'as a band of desperadoes throughout the far | whole party were generally known as the Mur- dock Brothers, from the fact that where one went tbe other could generally be found. They were. stage robbers and horsv-thieves, and were wanted by tne authorities for several other phases of criminal offense, one ot their most relentless foes being a miner and scvut known as Big Buckskin. Burk Murdock was well fitted to take the leadership. He was a man whom nature had evidently created dead to all moral and honest purpose; he was wily and cunning asa fox in many things, while in others he threw off the cloak of the polished villain, and was rough and brutal. Jack, his own brother, was hardly as bad as his brother, although he was guilty of many misdemeanors. He did not have so much evil in bis heart—was wild and reckless, and was managed pretty much to suit the will of his older brother. He was some four-and-twenty years of age, and although hardly good looking, had perbajs less of viciousness expressed ia his counte- nance than his comrades had. The real names of the other two outlaws were Jim Sanders and Hauk Hartly—williag tools for Captain Bark to work with. The rendezvous which we find the gang occu- pying was a tumble-down log-cabin, down in the heart of a deep mountain-gulch, which was densely wooded with fir-pines. A person unacquainted with the fact coull have passed within a dozen yards of the cabin, without suspecting the existence of such a habi- tation. It was for this reason that the Murdocks lia.] lately taken possession of it, when dodging a hunt that was being made for them, led by Big Buckskin. “ Who are these visitors?” Muggins demanded, as he played his cards, and finally threw up his hand, ; ** An old cove frum Boise City—an’ would ye believe it, be’s a parson, they say! Got a note from Red Hagle, by the carrier-pigeon, sayin’ as how the old gent wanted a job did, aw’ was willin’ ter slap up the swag liberally.” “Some pious-faced detective, Ill bet!” “No, [reckon not, or Red Engle wouldn't a’ recommended him. The Injun’s never got us inter trouble vet, and he's sent us many a point- er. Ican read the chap, as soon as the red-skin fetches him.” | : ‘Will they come alone?” “T reckon so. Hello.” - The exclarhation was caused by a heavy rap upon the door, _ Every mau was npon his feet in an instant, and while the captain stepped toward the door, the others glided behind a curtain that divided off a portion of the room. Without apparent trepidation, Captain Burk opened the door and peered out. “ Who’s thar?” he demanded grvffly. “George Washington Gum, at your sarvice!” a cracked, wheezy voice replied, and at the same time the speaker pushed forward into the Wes’, the mining districts of Idabo being the j cabin, scene of most of their depredations. There were two of the Murdocks,. but the | turned to survey his visitor. Murdock closed and barred the door, and then He saw before
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Denver Doll’s Partner. 3 him a long, exceedingly lean individual, who was dressed in a very loud checkered suit, white shirt, Piccadilly collar, and white silk hat—an individual with a face somewhat resembling that of a monkey, with its esthetic mouth, flat nose, and startling side-whiskers, of a decidedly “ yaller” color. His face was distorted by a profuse grin, and his large, cat-like eyes beamed resplendently up- on the outlaw chief, ‘* Who are you, and what do you want?” the captain thundered. ‘Gum is my name—George Washington Gum, at yer sarvice—a man of nerve enough to chew off the paint from a duke’s tally-ho, I am a book-agent, sir—a canvasser for great and use- ful books of knowledge—anything, in fact, from a spelling-book to the Holy Writ. I havea very useful little work -here, entitled ‘ How to Get Rich,’ Let me show it to you—costs nothing to read the first four lines.” “ Don’t want it,” the captain growled. ‘* But, hold on! It just occurs to me where I can tickle you ina tender spot. ] have a neat little book here on farming, by Greeley. Just the thing for a man who contemplates growing up with this beautiful country !” +» ‘Nol! no! no!” the captain roared. ‘If I have to tell you no, again, I’! blow your fool’s brains out.” ‘“No, ye won't,” G. Washington Gum de- clared, en:phatically, ‘t Why, I’ve been banged away at by forty cannons, an’ bit that many times by thousand-pound balls, and wasn’t even fazed. Got hit on the cheek wi’ a fiery meteor, but it recoiled ten mile, while I went home com- plainin’ about the size of the musketces that Ss fing eee a wi tabu aca gnpege ior yay and put the fire out just to pay up a grudge had against the boss watiiore ear run Cane by several train of cars, and was the only man to escape alive.” ‘*You are the most infamous liar of liars t ever met!” Murdock growled. ‘‘ You have plenty of gab, no doubt, but Pll guarantee I can take some of the conceit out of you. Boys!* The four outlaws advanced from bebind the curtain, and formed in line, in front of the lean individual, who nodded with a supremely lu- dicrous grin, 3 “How are you, gents? Glad to meet you. My name is Gum. I have the honor of repre- senting a number of prominent book publishin firms, in the East, whose most popular works am introducing. I have an interesting book here, entitled ‘How to Live Forever.’ I know it is just what you want.” The brothers Murdock did not reply, but eyed the canvasser with grim and suspicious glances, Captain Burke made the answer. “Dye see them fellers, young man?” he de- manded, ‘‘ Well, they’re my brothers, an’ four as bad customers as walk in boots. Now, d’ye know what we're goin’ to do?” ‘Purchase this beautiful little work I have here,entitled ‘How to Escape Justice?!” Gum said, with a bright expression of anticipation, ““Not by a cussed sight, Search the man,” the captain ordered. The book-agent was forced to throw up his arms, and he was thoroughly searched, re The canvassing samples of a number of differ- ent books were found, in addition to his stock in trade of casb, consisting of ten old-fashioned coppers. bat was all. There was nothing more to show that he was aught different from what he claimed to be. Captain Murdock appeared to be disappoint- ed. He had suspected that the book-agent was a detective, but the failure to discover any evi- dence of such a fact, seemed to annoy bim. Three significant taps came upon the door at that instant, The taps, however, caused the captain to start and glare down upon the book-agent, “Get you quietly behind yonder curtain!” he hissed, , The man of gab glided to the cover with alacrity. Captain Murdock then advanced to the door and called out: ‘* Who’s there?” “ Red Eagle,” was the answer, in a guttural tone. “* Give the password, then.” ‘* Pigeon carries news,” came back. The captain then opened the door and admit- ted a stalwart young savage, who was in turn followed by two otber persons. The red-skin was tall and straight as an ar- row, and was rather handsome, his face and eyes ving expression of more than ordinary Indian intelligence, Of his companions, one was an elderly man, and the other a young lady. The former was apparently fifty years of age, and was a chubby little smooth-faced, gray- haired man, of decidedly clerical aspect. The young woman looked to be about four- and-twenty years of age, and was exceedingly pretty both in face and form. At Burk Murdock’s request they became Seated, The outlaw then turned to Red Eagle. “Well, Injun, who are these people?” he de- manded. “The White Chief received the message?” “ Yes,” ‘* This is the pale-face,” and the red-skin indi- cated the clerical party. To bim Murdock then turned. ‘Well, sir, what can 1 do for you?” he asked, “You are what are known as the Murdock Brothers?” “ Exactly.” ‘“*f have frequently heard it said that you were none too scrupulous how you made your money as long as you made it?” “The report does us proud,” Burk Murdock assured. ‘‘ When we see the swag ready, we ain't afeard to work, nor ain’t cboosers 0’ the sort 0’ job.” ’ : “Very well; I have a case which I am dis- posed to place in your charge. Eleven years ago, when but a child of fifteen, my daughter Agnes, here, was enticed into marriage with a worthless, roving vagabond, named Joseph Wil- ton. I was away at the time, but the peerriage was rendered legal from the fact that my wite, since deceased, gave ber sanction,
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4 Denver Doll’s Partner. a separation by having Wilton arrested and sentenced to eight years for manslaughter in an eastern prison, although it cost me much to pro- cure his conviction, His time expired three years ago, and I have learned that he is back in the West again. Being a desperate character, my life is m jeopardy, and it is but a humane precaution, you know, that I should Jook out for myself, “Then, again, there are other reasons why I should have him disposed of. Shortly after the separation my child fel heir to an immense landed estate in Texas, which hus since so great- ly improved in value that it is advisable to self it. This she cannot do until Wilton joins in giving a deed, Nor is this all, ‘A distant titled relatrve of mine, Sir Royal Rignold, desires my daughter’s band in mar- riage, and a match has been arranged. Of course this marriage caanot be consummated until Wilton is put outof the way. We are not particular what happens to him, as long as he never turns up, nor any evidences of » former marriage. There you have it ina nutshell,” “Dunno!” the outlaw muttered, ‘ Hey f, think ’bout this ’ere matter. Might not pay. Your gal got a certificate?” **No! but Wilton has, He used to carry it in a left inside pocket of his vest. That destroyed, but one evidence of the marriage remains.” * What is it?” ‘“A child, some ten years of age now, which resulted from the union. This was taken away, and, as we supposed, died in a foundling hos- pital; but recently we received a letter from a woman to whom we had intrusted it, that the child was alive and well, and traveling with a detective through the West.” **Humph! d’ye suppose I’m going to search all over the West for one kid?’ Murdock de- manded, ‘ You’re mistaken if you do. Whar’s the other feller?” ‘* He is somewheres in this part of Idabo. He des not go under bis own name uow, but is known as Big Buckskin!” Mur lock uttered an exclamation, ‘lve keard of the fellow!” he said, ‘He's a hard customer to undertake to corral. What's your best figures for the job?” The clerical rascal scratched his head a mo- ment, and then answered: “ Well, since there is a prospect that you can do the work within a reasonably short length of time, Pll give you and your men each one dol- lar a day until the job is finished, within one month!” P Not only did the captain burst out into a roar of laughter, but his men also joined in chorus. “ Your liberality is something terrible to con- template!” Murdock declared. “* But, notwith- standing its magnitude, it does not appeal to our greed for gold! The least that we can tackle your job for is a thousand dollars, spot cash!” Jubal Andre put up bis hands in horror. “Tmpossible! I have not so much in the world!” be gasped. ‘* You lie!” Murdock replied. Andre did not answer for a moment, but ex changed glances with his daughter, as if ques- tioning her what he should say. { ** As soon as I learned of the matter I caused “The fact of the case is,” the captain went on, “I ain’t very Le about undertakin’ the job, anyhow. Y opinion o’ you is, that you're a reg’lar old sbyster what couldn’t be trusted out o’ sight. I’ve got kind of an achin’ in my left lung that I could make more money by actin’ square, fer onc’t, an’ sidin’ in wi’ the nm pou're tryin’ to knock under—Big Buck- skin! The parson looked decidedly nervous at this, **Oh! no, no! you are very wrong. I dou’t want you to think I am stingy, and so I'll give you a thousand now, and when you finish the job, and give me the certificate, together with proof that Joe Wilton: is forever silenced, Ill ive you another thousand. It is understood, owever, that if you can find the boy, you'll go for bim also.” Y “Allright. We'll call it a bargain. I'll lay for Big Buckshin at once, Whack over your ducats.” From an inner pocket the reverend scoundrel extracted a rather lean wallet, and produced from it several bills, which he carefully counted over, and then handed to the desperado leader. “There is a thousand dollars. It is a big sum; but I will not begrudge it, nor as muc' more, if you perform your part of the compact promptly.” ‘* You can depend on my fixing the matter to your satisfaction, as soon as I can run the cuss down,” Burk Murdock growled, as he ungra- ciously shoved the money down into his pocket, “Any peculiar mark on the kid?” ‘“Yes, Upon his right arm, above the elbow, is a birth-mark, which at the time we last saw him, almost accurately resembled an ow!!” ‘So it’s a boy, eh? What's the name?” * William.” ** Does Big Buckskin know of the existence of such a boy?” “* Possibly, though I am not certain.” “Well, you can go now. When I have any- thing particular to report I will call upon you.” When they were gone, Murdock ordered G, Washington Gum to advance from his conceal- ment behind the curtain. He did not obey, and a hasty examination was made, when it was found that the worthy and imperishable book-agent had effected his escape, through a rear door, which, by some mistake, had been left unlocked, CHAPTER II. BILL'S BONANZA AND THE WHITE-HAIRED GUEST. OVER a range of sharp and rugged mountains, beyond the dismal place where the brothers Murdock kept their rendezvous, was another gulch, fully as roughsand wild as its neighbor, but not timbered to any particular di ) OX~ cept with scattering shrubs and scrub pines. — A little stream of water cut a serpentine course through the gulch, and made the scene look a little less dreary than it would otherwise have been, as did also a stage trail, that was probably not used constantly, as grass grew in the road. = Nevertheless, the trail ran direct south to Boise City, from a cluster of mining towns a
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Denver Doll’s Partner. 5 hundred miles north, and had a bi-weekly stage each way. _ At the point where we wish to fasten the at- tention, the gulch was not quite half a mile wide, including tbe rise or mountain foot- slope, but the scenery was surpassingly grand, the hoary peaks rising to the right and left with colossal dignity, and bearing very little foliage or forest except now and then a seatter- ing patch. The bottom of the gulch was of a sandy for- mation, yet strewn with a plenitude of huge ‘bowlders. Near the bank of the stream stood a service- avi shanty, built partly of slabs and partly of logs... It bad no particularly noticeable characteris- tic; it was one just like bundreds which could be found through the far West. Over the door a creaking, rudely lettered sign was suspended, which bore the somewhat novel inscription: “LITTLE BILL'S BONANZA, _ Wm. BeraEr & Co., PROPRIETOR.” If meant for a botel, it was certainly set down in rather an odd place, for Bill’s Bonanza only had a population of two persons, and they were Little Bill Bethel and his fearless partner, Denver Doll, the Detective Queen. Roaming through the Northwest, the pecu- liarly-matched pair had halted for a night’s rest, where the sbanty now stood; and, while the dashing young detective was engaged in roasting some venison, Little Bill had picked up astone to hurl at a vulture, which was com- placently watching them from a neighboring bowlder. Before throwing it, however, the glit- ter of the firelight upon it bad attracted his at- tention, and subsequent examination proved that he held in bis hand a nugget of gold akout the size of a hen’s egg. “ Hurrah, Dollbaby! Dvescooped onter a bo- nanza, sure’s a turkey lays freckled eggs! Look hyar, wull ye? Ain’t that a beauty?’ From that discovery sprung the fact that there was gold in the gulch, and Doll and Little Bill agrped that it would be appropriate to name the new strike Little Bill’s Bonanza, which was promptly done, and the first habitation was erected. Their shanty, however, attracted not a little attention from the stagers who passed, and once the stage bad halted at the solicitation of a spec- ulator, who desired to know what the two were _ doing in that unproductive region, Ready always, Denver Doll turned off suspi- cion by pointing to a number of bear and other fur-bearing skins, which were tacked up against the shanty to cure. * Bars aire thicker nor fleas on a dog!” she observed. ‘Catch one nigh every night.” ‘*Humph! didn’t know but you’d struck gold!” was the gruff reply, after which the stage rolled on. Subsequently the stage dashed through Little Bill’s Bonanza without deigning to stop, except when Denver Doll occasionally boarded it, for a trip to Boise City. p to the time we reintroduce them to the reader Doll and her partner, Little Bill, bad oc- cupied their claim two months, and bad made a formal purchase of one hundred acres of the gulch bottom from the Government in order to protect themselves from invasion. Sooner or later it would come, as they were weil aware, and it was best to be prepared. At last, one evening as they were sitting in the mellow moonlight in front of the shanty, engaged in weighing what dust they had panned out that day, they were interrupted by the ap- proach from up the gulch of a horseman. As he drew near, Denver Doll was able to make out that he was an equestrian of decidedly cavalier bearing, and was mounted upon a horse of thorough mettle ard exceeding beauty. As he finally drew rein before the shanty, she was better able to inventory him, and perceived that he was a well-proportioned man, of ripe old age, the only physica! defect noticeable being a painful hump on his back. He tipped his sombrero politely as he drew rein, and cleared his throat with an ‘‘ ahem!” “Excuse me, please,” he said, ‘but might I trouble you by asking how far it is from here to Boise City?” “A right good day’s journey,” Denver Doll replied. 5 ** And are there no camps between here and there, young lady?” he inquired, with a keen Ze, “ None, until you get within about ten miles of Boise,” Denver doll replied, ‘“Then, if you’ve no objection, VU camp dewn here by your shanty and rest until daybreak, for I have ridden Jong an’ far. Should you bave any accommodations to offer in the way of re- fresbments, victuals, or a blanket, they will be . thankfully received and paid for.” ** You are welcome to what we bave, though it ain’t much,” Doll responded. perceiving aé once that he was a man of good breeding, even if he was poorly dressed. ‘Bill, you can cut the gentleman some bear steak and a piece of corn-cake and get him a tin cupful of ale.” The traveler looked his gratitude at this, and, after dismounting and picketing his borse cut to graze, he accepted a seat on a rustic bench near the cabin door. ** Yes, Ive traveled long and far, and travel tells upon me as the years roll by. A snug and pleasant little home you appear to have here, young lady.” A “ Yes—we call it Little Bill’s Bonanza, after my young partner. Not much of a bonanza, you know, .* *t just suited us for a name.” “May I inquire your name?” “Treckcn so, About the only name I’ve borne for years, is Denver Doll. My companion here is Little Bill Bethel, and we generally camp down together, Your name is—” ‘David Raymond. Out in the West I have gained the nom de plume of Old Prowler, from the fact that I am always ied about. But I allow my days for prowling are about at an end. I’m getting old and ee up, and begin to yearn for a quiet bome where I can settle down and pass the remainder of my days in peace and rest.” His words, spoken in rather a remorseful tone, touched a sympathetic chord in Denver Doll’s
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nature, and she felt drawn toward him more than she had ever felt toward any other stran- er, ie Your life has not been altogether unrnffled, I judge,” she said, as she finished tying up a pouch of gold dust, “You speak aright, young lady, Although wealth has been the least of my wants, my life has not been without its bittersweet. As a de- tective, I came to this country on a mission «f importance, and I can never go back to England until that mission is fulfilled. Probably I shall live and die here.” “Tndeed! never despair. There is no telliag what a day may bring forth, Are you .search- ing for some one?” “Yes, dear. Itis the old, old story—a rich lord has an only son whom he idolizes, but who is a wild scapegrace, and in early youth escaves to America, to be lost, probably, forever. The blow nearly distracts the father, and he disap- pears, with evidences left behind to show that he has committed suicide. Accordingly, the next of kin, an unprincipled young scoundrel, steps in and takes possession of the estates, with no one to oppose him, eat my own shoes fer bgefsteak, but they were so tough that it took a hull day to get a squar’ meal.” . ‘There, Bill, that will do,” Doll interrupted, reprovingly. ‘SIf zon must tell a story, make it half-way reasonable.” “ Wat's ther use, when truth is stranger than fiction?” William protested. “‘It don’t cost no more fer a fire-cracker than it does for a nib! . “That remains to be told, hereafter, Bill. Always learn to keep to the truth, and you will not hava ozcasion to fire off even squibs,” By this time Old Prowler had dispatched the meal, and then lit his pipe. ‘*T s’sposa_you’ve never heard of a person named Joe Wilton, have you?” he said, after a Denver Doll’s Partner. “Tt ain’t a common few minutes of reflection. name, yet you might have heard of it.” ‘*T may possibly have heard of such a name, but cannot remember exactly,” ‘* Humph! it’s likely not. Did you ever meet’ a person named Jubal Andre?” ‘Jubal Andre!” Doll exclaimed, thougbt- fully. ‘It strikes me that the name sounds familiar. Let me see!” She reflected for several minutes and then took a note-book from her pocket and consulted it. ’ ‘Ah, yes! Isee. I have it here, in shape of a notice received from another detective. ‘Ju- bal Andre, of Boise City, Idaho, Fix an eye on him and learn what kind of stuff he shoves,’” ‘Hal the very man, I'll wager!” Old Prowler muttered. ‘‘I must see him soon, He may be able to give me some information. So you are a detective, eh, as well as a miner?” For answer Denver Doll exhibited her badge. Prowler nodded understandingly. ‘*T should estimate you as one well fitted for the calling,” he said, “ Later I may unfold more to you, but for the present let what I have told you suffice. Feeling tired, I believe I will turn in for the night.” But the appearance of a new-comer upon the scene just then caused him to change his mind. CHAPTER III. SAL SLAP, AND A TRANSFORMATION. WHEN first discovered, this new-comer was in the act of reining in a superannuated burro, near at hand, upon the back of which she was mounted, She was a tall, brawny, raw-boned woman, of evident great muscular strength and endur- ance, with a pinched, homely, vinegar face, which told in its every lineament of a soured, ugly disposition. A flaring red dress, poke bonnet and cowhide shoes fixed her out in the way of wearing ap- el, and she was armed with a dubious look- ing umbrella,and formidable horse-pistol. ** Hello, thar!” she sung out, as she brought the sorrowful looking burro to a stand-still. ““Whar’s ther orstler of this ’owtel, sissy? Trot him out heer quicker’n scat, to take charge o’ my Arabian!” Whereupon she dismounted, and advanced, umbrella in hand, “We don’t employ an ’ostler, nor is this a hotel!” Denver Doll replied, not fancying the woman. “What! no ’owtel! —no ’ostler?” the new ar- , rival screeched, angrily. ‘‘ What kind uv % place is this, anyhow?” : “Ts a lunertick ’sylum, Want ter j'ine?” piped out little Bill, from the doorway. ““Ye dratted imperdent snipe. I'll learn ye better manners'than ter insult me!” screamed the termagant, making a leap for Bill, with the evident intention of giving him an initiatory mauling, But Denver Doll leaped quickly to her feet and pushed her back. z “Not so fast, posy!” she said, calmly, but with sternness. ‘‘ Don’t be quite so fresh around here. Who are you, and what do you want?”
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Denver Doll’s Partner. y “Who am I?—what do I want, you sassy minx? Ob! Jerimity! ve a mighty notion to snatch ye bald-headed fer yer imperdence, I’m old Sal Slap, I am, an’ I’m a screamer, you bet! I'm ther ugliest critter that ever stood up fer woman’s rights, an’ kin lick ther best ten galoots that ever swallered p'izen, Every one’s afeard o’ me, fer I’m a terror from the word go. Used ter kept ther saloon up at Owl Forks, whar my repertation stands emblazon on ther annals 0’ hist’ry, as the furst woman who ever survived six days in the town. Fight? Well, neow, if ye’ve got any stock around hyar, jest poke’m up ter tackle me.” “Luckily we have no fighting characters around this place, Mrs, Slap, and you'll have to seek other fields for the gratification of your pugilistic propensities,” Doll retorted, grimly. ‘* So ye ain’t afeard o’ me?” “Not in the least. It would take even a handsomer wild-cat than you to scare yours truly!” ‘* But ’'m a screamer—a terror—a regular roarin’ python, whose bite is p’isen, and hug is ten times worse nor that uv a grizzly!” “Can't help. that!” Doll replied, calmly, ‘‘You can scream your head off, but it won’t have any effect in this camp. About the pret- tiest thing you can do is to mount your Arabian and seek some more congenial climate.” ‘‘Whoopy! vary time! I kim right down hyer to locate, and heer I’m goin’ to squat!” she declared with a flourish of her umbrella. “Tm goin’ ter start an ’owtel w’at is a ’owtel, an’ don’t ye fergit it, nuther,” “You'll have to locate several hundred rods up or down the gulch then, for I own the bot- tom hereabouts, and have got the papers to show for it!” Doll retorted. “Oh! ye hev, hey ye? Neow don’t ye be quite sosmart. I’m goin’ ter build my shebang jest whar I please, an’ hev got the jinglers to pay fer site. Don’t ask no odds uv anybody, do Sal Slap, the screamer. See that tree, over yander? That’s where I’m goin’ to erect the Guzzler’s Glory!” ; And with this declaration, Mrs, Slap seized the rein of her burro, and strode pompously away to the spot indicated. Shortly afterward, she bad a camp-fire start- ed, and was seen bustling about preparing an evening meal. Denver Doll watched her flitting figure, with a doubtful gaze, ‘She seems to mean business!” she muttered, “What do‘ you think of her, Prowler?” ‘She beats my time!” the old man said, with a shake of the head. ‘‘She is evidently a hard customer to deal with!” “And so she is. Her pedigree is not unknown to me, She used to keep a rum-hole up at Owl Forks, where the worst roughs in the West were wont to’congregate. ‘‘ 7 propose we give her the bounce!” Little Bill putin. ‘Takes me to talk turkey to sech like her.” ‘She would scalp you at sight!” Doll laughed. “Bet she wouldn’t! [ll buz her an’ plague her till she'll git ravin’!” ‘‘ About the only thing to do is to come to some terms with her, and let her remain, I should judge,” Old Prowler remarked. ‘‘It might prove more profitable to your interests to keep on the right side of her.” On careful reflection Doll came to the same conclusion. Pt The next morning, while Doll was preparing breakfast, Sal Slap poked her head in at the door, y 4 ‘““Well?? she demanded, ‘‘ goin’ to sell me a buildin’ lot over yonder?” ‘ ‘On one condition,” Doll responded, survey- ing her sharply, ‘‘ that is, that you will endeavor to protect my interests by not setting any one up to usurp my rights to the land in this portion of the guleb!” ‘ ‘* Agreed!” Sal replied. ‘I’m squar’, ef I am a tough old screamer!” ‘Then you can have sufficient building room for a thousand dollars.” “Cheap enough,” Sal declared, producing a sack of coin, and counting out gold pieces. ‘‘To save trouble, jest let me give you a piece o’ ad- vice. Go to work an’ divide off your claim into small lots, an’ sell’em off as fast as yecan. Ye'll make more’n though ye try ter hang onter the caboodle.” And so it proved. The next day a party of speculators entered the gulch, and Doll disposed of ten lots for a thousand dollars eacb, and still had half a dozen left, besides the one occupied by their shanty. This made her and Little Bil] feel quite rich, aud the latter took a trip to Boise City to bank their wealth. In another week a great change had come over Little Bill’s Bonanza. All of the lots had been sold off to advantage; the gulch swarmed with strangers; hundreds of teams were en- gaged in hauling logs, lumber and provisions; shanties, cabins, and marquecs were going up in every direction, while the bustle and excitement were unprecedented, Old Sal Slap had imported a gang of ruffians, and her ‘* Guzzler’s Glory,” was up and in full operation before the end of the first week after her arrival. > Anticipating the rush to the new ‘‘strike,” Doll and Bill bad added a large addition to their shanty, and opened it as the Bonanza Hotel, The gulch panned out well even beyond Den- ver Doll’s claims, and the rock of the mountain- sides was found to be impregnated profitably with both gold and silver. This only added fuel to the fire of enthusiasm, and the excitement waged wild. Every stage —for they now ran daily—came in laden with humanity, and any sort of eating or sleeping- place was at a premium. One evening the stage brought in an extra load, and landed it in front of the Bonanza, which had already assumed its rank as the lead- ing botel—in prices, it may be added, as well as popularity. i Among the passengers was a man who must at once have attracted attention anywhere, for in appearance he bordered somewhat upon the extraordinary. He was fully six feet in hight, and in number of years looked tobe about thirty- five, though be was possibly younger. i He was dressed in a half-frontier costume
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8 Denver Doll’s Partner. consisting of corduroy breeches, thrust into a pair of handsome top-boots, and met at the waist by a white flannel shirt, open at the throat, Besides the shirt, he wore a fancifully- beaded and embroidered buckskin hunting-shirt and a jaunty sombrero, After leaving the stage he made his way into _ the office of the hotel, with the evident inten- tion of securing accommodations, Very likely he would have failed, but Denver Doll, in person, presided behind the counter, and her eyes had rested upon the sport from the mo- ment he entered the door. “Can I secure board and a private room here, miss?” he asked, as he approached the counter. “T will see,” Doll said, referring to the regis- ter. ‘‘We are full up to the roof every day since the excitement bezan. I have but one vacant room, and that has two beds in it.” “ Well, if you can do no better, I suppose TI shall have to take up with that, providing you don’t put an objectionable party in with me.” “Very well. I will look out that you get at least a sober and honest room-mate. Terms are five dollers a day, sir.” “Take a weak’s board out of that, then,” and throwing down a fifty-dollar bill, he proceeded to write his name. Doll gave him his change, and then looked at the name. “Big Buckskia, eh?’ she said, in surprise, ** Indeed, I feel honored to have you as a guest, and will see that you get the best the house af- fords!” ** You know me, then?” he interrogated. **Yes—by reputation, as a bold and reat scout and detective. You may also have hear of Denver Doll.” *“To be sure I have, and I am pleased to meet iu. “Té you will wait a moment, I will call Billy, who will show you to your room.” She returned a moment later, accompanied by Little Bill, who showed the sport to the room assigned him. As they went up-stairs, two men, who had been unobserved watchers from the veranda of the hotel, turned away and walked down the gulch, for street there was rone, owing to the irregu- larity in the location of the houses. Thesoa men were two of the Murdock bro- thers, Jack and Burk, both disguised with false beards, “Yes, thet was Big Buckskin,” the captain said, ‘‘and we’re in luck. Rather thought he couldn’t keep away from this excitement.” At that moment Burk Murdock did not reply in words, but pointed across the gulch, where two men were standing, engaged in watching a party of miners busy opening up a new placer claim, Jack Murdock whistled. “ Why, that’s his reverend nibs, now!” he ejaculated. ‘ But who’s the swell along with him, that supports the side whiskers?” . “The English nabob what wants Andre's daughter, I presume,” the captain said, with ashrug. ‘ We're disguised. Let’s go over there,” . Accordingly they sauntered across the gulch, - and paused but a few es from where Sir Royal Rignold& was standing with Jubal Andre. Rignold was a haughty, aristocratic-looking individual of thirty years, with blonde side- whiskers, mustache and hair, and was elabo- rately dressed in the finest of clothing, with jewels to match, The claim which the miners were opening he had evidently purchased, for he was giving oc- casional directions, The two Murdocks paid no attention to either Rignold or the wicked parson, but were seem- ingly botany interested in the work of the miners. Their ears were open, however, and not without hearing something. ‘““T guess the investment will pay back a small margin, at least,” Sir Royal was saying. “YT hope your daughter will arrive safely with the money to night. I might as well have brought it myself, as we encountered no road- agents.” - : “Tt is better in her care,” Andre responded, looking casually around him, ‘ Road-robbers are less likely to search a woman for valu- ables thana man, The stage from Boise wiil reach here before ten o'clock to-night.” x The conversation turned off on other topics then, and the two men soon sauntered off to a newly-finished shanty of more pretensions to a residence than the rest, and entered it. And the two Murdocks also moved away. Dye tumble?” the captain asked, “ Bet!” was Jack’s response. ‘* Andre’s gal is comin’ in on the stage to-night, an’ is fetchin’ the swell’s swag, ’cause he was afeard to fetch it himself.” “We want a smell at that. They say as .| how there’s no agents fer the Boise trail, but I opine we kin show ’em better. Where's the boys!” *© Up at old Sal Slap’s!” “What! She’s not here, the old tigress?” ‘‘Of course! The boys nosed her out first, Got a bang-up ranch, called Guzzler’s Glory. Good haven for us, too, She had it built wi’ an eye to biz, in the way 0’ supplyin’ a-hidin’-place —secret room, ye know.” ‘“Humph! we may need to use it. But, to business. Go tell the boys to collect on the Boise trail, a mile out, as soon as it’s dark! D’ye take?” “Tn course!” **Call *Cackoo’!” The brothers separated, and went in different directions, to mature preparations for the stage robbery. CHAPTER IV. A MOMENTOUS NIGHT, Arter being shown to his room, Big Buck- skin dismissed Little Bill before that youngster could get a word in edgewise. ~ “Never mind, old hoss,” William pompously muttered, as he went down-stairs in a state of considerable chagrin. “Ill get even wi’ you et. The Bonanza bad a bar-room and a well- stocked bar, but no games of any kind, except dice, were allowed therein. Little Bill usually officiated during the day as
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Denver Doll’s Partner. 9 dispaneal of good cheer, while Old Prowler took his place after sunset, when trade was more brisk, That position the venerable detective occu- pied when Bill entered the saloon, after conduct- ing. Big Buckskin to his room. he room being vacant for the moment, Old Prowler signaled for Bill, who approached with a decidedly grum face. ‘*What’s the matter, Billy?” the Englishman asked, seeing that something had gone wrong. ‘* Nothin’,” the boy answered, ‘‘ Big lunimox trod on my corn. ot ye want?” ‘“* Who was that fellow whom you showed up- stairs?” “Big Buckskin.” | “ Big Buckskin?” ““Didn’t I say so? Want me to write it down fer ye? Injun-fighter—bad medicine—card- sharp—cuss in general. Killed sixty reds, sin- gle-handed, in one day, up on the Yellerstone.” “ Bill, you are an inveterate liar!” ~ “Git out! *“Twer’ red-birds he killed.” And with a triumphant whistle, the ‘‘ pro- prietor” of the Bonanza swaggered out of the office” for a walk around town, leaving Old Prowler to deliberate over the situation. In the mean time Big Buckskin had locked his door and thrown himself upon the apology of a bed with a yawn, for a long ride in the lumber- a a coach had wearied him. e soon dropped off into a refreshing sleep, aud did not awaken until the supper gong sounded, when he made a hasty toilet and went down-stairs. To his satisfaction he was given a table apart from the rest of the guests, at which he was later joined by Denver Doll, whose fair cheeks were prettily flushed, and who looked very at- tractive in her habitual neat costume of male attire. “This privacy I deem an exceptional honor, fair hostess,” the sport remarked, graciously. “not to mention your own company, which am proud to have.” “Do you contemplate remaining here long, Mr,—Mr,.—” “Call me simply Buckskin,” he added, ‘‘ Yes, I propose to lie around loose until I can get on the sure trail of the notorious Murdock Broth- ers. Ihave sworn to break up thegang, and pce} expect the excitement will attract them ere. “T can perbaps be of. service to you, then. I am of the opinion that they are in camp now.” Big Buckskin stared, ** Do you know them?” he demanded. ‘Not all,” Doll replied; ‘‘ but to-night when bo were registering, I observed two rough- ooking fellows staring in at you through the open door, and saw them exchange what ap- peared to be significant glances. After you went up-stairs they left. Both wore reddish beards, which I at the time concluded were false.” Big Buckskin whistled, “T doubt not but what you are right,” he said. ‘‘The Murdocks are as much my sworn enemies as I am theirs, I will look around this evening,” * Are you not afraid of a shot in the dark?” “No. I have been shot at more times than I am years old, They can plug hk M2 my form as much as they like, as long as they don’t get above the top of my shoulders.” “Ah! then you wear some protective a@ rangement beneath your clothing?” : “Yes, a suit of the finest and strongest mail —a present from an old Russian officer whom I chanced to meet a few years ago.” “Tf you need any assistance cal] on me.” “T will. Are you alone here?” ‘Oh, yes, except for my youthful apprentice, Billy. The boy is quite as good as any detec- tive; in many respects better than a man.” After supper the sport bade her Leap 5 3 and lighting a cigar which he purchased of Old Prowler at the bar, he sauntered out to see the sights of Little Bills Bonanza by lamp-light, if such were there. Sal Slap’s ‘‘ Guzzler’s Glory,” caught his at- tention, and out of curiosity he entered. The center of attraction, however, wasa giant who occupied the center of the floor and wasen- gaged in a noisy breakdown to the music of a ~ wheezy accordeon. Big Buckskin was manifestly a large man as compared with tbe ordinary run of buman beings, but even he paled into insignificance as compared with the typical bullwhacker, who, . while he danced, roared like a lion in its native jungle. ‘‘ Heer am I—old Gulliver, right up from Lil- liput—the same old nubbin o’ corn what et tuk hull armies to capture. It’s me, an’ no dispute. and I’m down here on purpose to get m old sheet-iron copper-lined b’iler full o’ bug-juice. Goin’ to treat, bubby?” He addressed bis remark to Big Buckshin, on whom his eyes had instantly become fixed. Buckskin did not reply, but turned his gaze away, for, although by no means afraid of any man he had ever met, he had no desire to enter into a quarrel, nor did he desire tohumor a man whose ‘every lineament betrayed the human beast in glowing colors. But Gulliver from Lilliput, as he styled him- self did not propose to let him off, evidently, for he swaggered up with a show of braggadocio and glared at Big Buckskin with a leer; ‘Did ye heer me articulate a minnit ago?” he growled, fiercely. ‘‘ Did ye heer me ax ye war ye goin’ to treat?” ‘““T believe I heard you!” Big Buckskin replied, calmly. 3 one ye did, did ye? Waal, what ye goin’ to lo ** Nothing at all.” Oh! pd stingy, aire ye? Waal, J ain’t. I'm old Gulliver from Lilliput, I am; so come up and drink wi’ me.” a: ‘‘Thank you, but I do not care for anything!” “ But Tsay yes!” the giant roared. - “ one Isay no!” Buckskin replied, coolly and rmly, “Then, durn ye, you’ve got to fight. Any galoot as won’t wet his whistle wi’ Gulliver has got to fight!” z Big Buckskin received the declaration of bis huge confronter with as much coolness as he had manifested in answering his questions, not a
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Denver Doll’s Partner. change of expression in his face denoting any alarm on his vart. ‘ Did ye heer me?” Gulliver roared again. ‘‘ Ef ye won't drink you’ve got to fight, you little pigmy.” <m : ; : ‘Then, fight it is,’ Big Buckskin replied, oor “Take my advice, man, and mind your ora wusiness, or, ten chances to one, you'll get urt! The giant paused a moment, in a half-squat- ting position, and glared in a puzzled way at the sport. Tben he burst into such a guffaw as made the house fairly tremble. “You hurt me, the unconquerable, famous Gulliver from Lilliput!—you, sech a leetle suck- ling baba! Why, pilgrim, a fight you single- handed. I want ye ter try.fo lick me. I want yer to knock some o’ the conceit out o’ me!” “ That’s easy enough done!” Buckskin replied; and before any one bad any idea of his inten- tion, he slapped Gulliver across the mouth with the flat of his hand. The blow was delivered with startling quick- ness and terrible force, the report being audible * in any portion of the room. * So sudden was it that it took the Goliah by surprise, and upsetting his equilibrium caused him to roll to the floor, For a moment he lay panting for breath— then, sitting up, looked at Big Buckskin with a broad grin. ‘Dog my cats, if ye didn’t do thet up brown, pilgrim!” be said, hoarsely. ‘‘ Done me more good than a cactus thorn in a glass o’ bad habit, be ye what [ll do—bet ye can’t hit me ain. ‘*T have no desire to do so, as long as you be- have yourself,” Buckskin replied, sternly. ‘‘ 1f you bother me again, however, I shall endeavor to knock your teeth down your throat. So look to yourself.” Saying which he walked across the room to the bar, and purchased a fresh cigar and lit it. As he did so Gulliver raised himself from the floor and shook himself like some great shaggy dog. S00 here, pardner,” he said, once more swag- gering mp to the sport, ‘you an’I ain’t thru’ et. [allow Lain’tgot nothin’ ag’in’ you nohow, ut, all the same, you’ve insulted me, an’ I want ye to polergize like a man ” *T am not aware that [ owe you any apology whatever!” Biz Buckskin retortei. ‘‘ You wanted the conceit taken out of you, and I en- deayorel to accommodate you; but I see that you have a plenty left.” “Bet I have, pilgrim! I’m a-roarin’ rhinos- seross, | am—-a reg’lar terror uy the desert, wi’ no one to dispute that ’'m the king of beasts, axed ye to drink, an’ ye slapped me in the mouth for my pains, J pig Jupiter, thet aire riled me, stranger, an’ [ want satisfaction. Wull ye be a gentleman, an’ step inter a ring wi’ me?” **Tf you demand redress you shall have an opportunit to get it.” Waal, I do,” “Then it is settled. How shall it be? Are we to be quits hereafter, or shall I be compelled to do the fob for you now?” “Ef yo kin knock me out o’ time, pilgrim, . dog my cats ef we won’t shake hands over it and sw’ar friendship and good will toward one another forever!” the giant declared, with a flourish. { “ Then, gentlemen, will some of you kindly chalk out a ring?” Buckskin asked, calmly. “Mr, Gulliver, get ready!” ; a ring was quickly made ready for the con- est. The giant then began his preparations, watched with interest by the crowd. He first went to the bar and took a tremendous horn of whisky, evidently as a ‘‘bracer,” to nerve him up for what he knew must come, then he di- vested himself of all his garments except his trowsers, and thus stepped into the ring. Big Buckskin had stood leaning against the bar, idly watching his opponent’s preparations, but bis eye kindled with admiration as he be- held the massive muscular figure of the border Briareus. ‘*Come!” that worthy roared, glaring at the sport with self-conscious pride; “‘ ye ain’t a-goin” to weaken, are you?” 4 ‘“<Tf I do, it is for the first time in my career,” Buckskin replied, relighting his cigar, tipping his hat back upon his head, and stepping for- ward, ““ Why in thunder don’t ye hurry up and get ready then?” Gulliver demanded; ‘‘ I’m anxious to git at ye!” “Tam ready. Step into the ring, and square yourself!” ‘ : The giant looked surprised. ; “What? Ain’t ye goin’ ter strip?” he asked, seeming to feel a little uneasy. “There is no need of that!” Buckskin de- clared. ‘I can hit just as hard a blow with my duds on as off.” | Gulliver shut one eye, and reviewed his oppo- nent speculatively. “* See hyar!” he cried, ‘‘ you wull ex-keuse me, but I believe you’re a perfesh!” “You are wrong. There is nothing I detest more thoroughly than fighting.” “Yas, mebbe; but, *twixt us Lilliputians, you don’t often git left, Now, before we begin this hyer funeral, I want to make one partin’ uest,” ** And what is that?” “Don’t peg me on the smeller, Hit me any- where's else, but. for Heving’s sake don’t dislo- cate my proboscis.” **You must look out for your own horn, my friend!” Buckskin replied. And he nodded toward Sal Slap, who was an interested spectator. : Although big and clumsy, Gulliver was evi- dently not an amateur at the manly art, and soon succeeded in getting in a light blow upon the sport’s left cheek. € That was nothing, however. The next in- stant Buckskin’s fist shot against the giant’s left optic with terrible velocity, and followed with a companion blow against the nose. To say that Gulliver dropped, would be ex- pressing it mildly. He went down literally, “like a thousand of brick.” “ That's enuff!” he howled. A cheer rung out through the room, At the same instant there came the report of
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— aoe Denver Doll’s Partner, a2 a pistol, and a bullet whizzed unpleasantly ciose to Big Buckskin’s head. Looking quickly around, he beheld a young Indian in the act of skulking from the saloon. With a leap that would have astonished many a professional, he reached the door just in time to seize the red-skin by his sealp-lock, and jerk him back into the room, “So you thought you were going to get off easy, you infernal cut-throat!” he cried, a wild gleam in his eyes. ‘‘ You should have known sue than to attempt the life of Big Buck- skin. He then turned to the crowd that flocked around, “*Gentlemen, can any of you inform me who this red heathen is?” “That's Red Eagle, from Boise!” a miner said, “He’s a sneak-thief and rascal, and you can’t do better than finish him!” “See here, red-skin!” he hissed, ‘‘ your life depends upon your truthful answers to my uestions, If 1 detect you in the suspicion of a lie, VU blow your brains out. Do you bear me, you red rascal?” The savage bobbed his head, in the affirma- tive. ’ “Then, see that you answer me truthfully. Who put you up to shoot me?” “* Nobody !” “Take care! Are you lying?” “Red ey ty nebber lie!” “What did you shoot at me for, then?” ‘No like pale-face, Kill many Red Eagle's people!” “Get out! That’s no excuse. Do you know the Murdocks?” The red-skin started. “Ugh! some!” ert ought so. They set youon, Where are they now?” ‘* Red Eagle think um in mountains.” ** Where’s their ranch?” ‘‘Dunno! nebber there!” “They want my life, don’t they?” ‘“™ink so!” ** And you allowed by killing me, you could get Poe for it?” a“ b ” Big Buckskin jerked the savage to his feet. by scalp-lock, - “Now, you red devil, 'l give you ten min- utes to leave the camp.” The Indian was in no wise loth to obey, and made bis exit from the shanty, in a manner more hasty than graceful. Having seen sufficient of Guzzler’s Glory for one night, Big Buckskin soon after left the place, and returned to his room at the hotel, “The Murdocks are after me in earnest, now!” he muttered, ‘‘ but they’ll find me as wide awake as ever. Once I get them broken up, I will bid adieu to this wild country, and return to the home that knew me in my early boy- hood. Yet, I can bardly bear to go, know- ing that I have an only son buffeting somewhere about this world, perbaps without a home or friends. Something tells me, too, that I am go- ing tosee Agnes. God forbid, for very likely she has forgotten me, in all these years we haye been separated,” At the hotel Old Prowler eyed him with a strange expression. ““Excuse me,” he said, as the sport set down his glass upon the counter, ‘‘ but you are called Big Buckskin, are you not?” ‘*T opine that’s about the ticket, my friend,” Buckskin replied, ‘* Why do you ask?’ “Merely out of curiosity. In your features I j patcetre some resemblance to a person I once new. Strange, ain’t it, how memory will carry faces back into the past?’ “True for you!” Buckskin returned, ‘I often see a face that reminds me of some friend in days gone by.” “You have another name?” ““ Well, yes; but I don’t have much occasion to use it. Big buckskin is more popular out in this country than plain Joe Wilten; so I hang to the first.” : “T see. You must have bad an eventful life, Some time, when you have nothing to do, 1 should like you to give me a brief sketch of it.” “Thank you. Somé day when 1 have the blues I may be able to accommodate you.” Just then the stage from Boise City dashed sy to the door, and the stentorian voice of old ank Hill yelled: “ Little Bill’s Bonanza! Pile out!” Big Buckskin sauntered out upon the veranda to look at the new arrivals, and was there joined by Denver Doll. . ** No accommodation bere for this crowd,” she said, laughingly, as the passengers left the stage. ‘* Ah! whats that—a stage robbery?” The word “ road-agents” was passing from mouth to mouth as the passengers alighted. “What is it, Hank?’ Doll asked, as the driver approached her. “Oh! nuthin’ much!” the veteran grunted. “A gang of agents balted us a mile out, and cleaned out the wealth, Not much loss, ‘cept the gal yonder, who got cleaned out of a heap of paper money.” he eyes of Denver Doll and Big Buckskin turned toward the coach, and the Jebu pussed on, A woman, young and beautiful, and well dressed, bad just alighted, and was gazing about her excitedly, evidently expecting some one. The bronzed face of Big Buckskin turned pale, and he stepped from the veranda to her side. ‘** Agnes!” he said, in a low tone. She turned with a gasping ery, aud gave him a startled look. At the same time a man sprung forward, pushed Buckskin back, and clasped bis arm about the lady’s waist. “Avast! you ruffian!” he cried addressing the Buckskin Sport. ‘‘ How dare ycu insult an un- protected lady?” For an instant the sport did not answer: he was white and speechless with rage; the next instant he sprung forward, and tearing the man—who was Sir Royai Rignold—from the lady’s side, he raised him high above his head, by the power of his mighty arms, sud for an instant held him there in a horizontal position, erying in tones clear and stern: “Curses on. you, Royal Rignold.’ I'll show you what authority [ have to address that wo- man!
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Denver Doll’s Partner. The next instant he hurled the Englishman in a heap to the ground, At the same time Jubal Andre eppeares upon the scene, and comprehending the situation, hurried his daughter away to the shanty. Leaving the victim of his anger lying ina stunned condition upon the ground, Big Buck- skin turned and entered the hotel. Denver Doll followed him, and caught his coat-sleeve just as he was about to ascend the stairs, ‘‘Hold up!” she said, her gaze meeting his, “T want you to answer me one question?” “ Well?” “Who was that woman?” He laughed bitterly. “A stone—a viper, and best of all, a woman who will never interfere with my great respect and admiration for you!” Then he went up-stairs. CH \PTER V. THE DESERTED GIRL-WIFE. No incident worthy of detail happened during the remainder of that night, except at the Bo- nanza Hotel. The bruised Sir Rignold had been picked up and conveyed to Jubal Andre’s shanty by a party of sympathizing miners, and the remain- der of the evening was spent -in discussing the two main topics—namely: the stage robbery and the strange proceedings in front of Bo- nanza, As for Denver Doll, she moved about her prosperous establishment, superintending things with her habitual pleasant demeanor; but an intimate acquaintance might have noticed that there was a more vivid flush upon ber cheeks to-night than usual, and that she was somewhat. less vivacious. Toward midnight, when she was about to close up for the night, a ragged, haggard wo- man, barefooted and bleeding from brier scratches, and carrying a six-mouths’ old babe in her arms, entered the bar-room, of which the Detective Queen was the sole occupant. In years the new-comer had evidently not passed far into ber teens; but the attenuation of her figure, haggardness of her face, and wildly wearied expression of her eyes, told better then words that she had undergone long and exquisite suffering. She approached Denver Doll, with a falter- ing step, as if she was afraid of being repulsed. Please ma’am, would yez be so kind to give | me a drink of wather, and if yez havea bit of supper yez could give me for the like av that, shure the Virgin Mary and the saints will bless ez! And she laid a locket and chain upon the bar, with a wistful glance, Denver Doll took it up, and examined it, with curiosity. “Where did you get this?” she asked, “Shure, lady, I didn’t st’ale it,” the woman replied, with a half sob, ‘‘It was the gift at me weddint, from me husband what has gone far away and left me.” The locket was a costly affair, of heavy gold, set with real diamonds and pearls, . On opening it Doll could scarcely conceal her surprise. On one side was the picture of a fair young girl—evidently that of the poor homeless creature who now waited without the bar. The reverse picture was the face of a man, and it was that which surprised Doll, for she had seen it before, “Have you any idea of the value of this locket, lady?’ Doll asked. ‘Shure! I have not!” was the reply. ‘It’s little I know about jewelry at all.” “Well, I should say so. To say the least, the oe and locket are worth two hundred dol- lars! The woman uttered a surprised cry, but her face clouded, when Doll handed it back to her. ‘* Won't yez take it?” she asked. RT, no means, Take it and never part with it. ou can have your supper free, Wait a moment.” She went into a rear apartment a moment, but soon returned, . ‘* Let me have the baby, and come with me to my room,” she said. ‘‘ You can eat there. You must be tired I know; and, besides, I’ve some clothing to give you.” The Irish girt uttered a prayer for all the saints to preserve her benefactress, and meekly surrendered her babe and followed, Once up in Denver Doll’s room, a transforma- tion was inaugurated, and Nellie Kelly, as she gave her mame, was soon comfortably clad in full suit of female attire of serviceable goods, which Doll had long since discarded for her masculine dress, The astonishment and gratitude of the poor irl would be hard to deseribe, and her own anguage was certainly inadequate to express it. Next came the supper, served by one of the Detective Queen’s Chinese servants; and after it was all over, Nellie kneeled at the feet of Denver Doll, and sobbed out ber heartfelt thanks. “* God bless yez!” she said, in conclusion. ‘“'You are the kindest wan I’ve met in many a long day.” “To not feel bad, but cheery and good, like myself. I want you to tell me of your past— why you are heré—everything.” Nellie looked up into her face wonderingly. ‘Phat yez want to know for?” she asked. ** Because you have caused me to be interested in you. Why are you here, alone and in desti- tute circumstances, so far from your native country?” “Shure, it’s searchin’ for me husband, I am.” ‘¢ Your husband, eh? Is he here, in the West, my dear?” “ Faith, ma’am, but he is, He thought he could dodge simple Nellie; but, bless the good saints, I was sharper than he thought.” “He ran away and left you, then?” “(He did, but I had a bit of money saved up, an’ I followed in the next ship!” “Good for you! Where do you expect to find your husband?” 3 F ‘ Shure, the Jast place he wint was to Bias City, "ERE oy, yo a” oise Ci ou mean, “Tatts iD’ trun out av money at Freer’s Ford, and had to foot it,”
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Denver Doll’s Partnér. is “ And, Nellie, why is it you pursue this man, who is so unfaithful?” ‘* The divil only knows, mum; only I want to git the likes of a glance at him once more, and prevint him from foolin’ any other girl.” “Good! Tll help you.” Phat?” “Til help you. If you will promise me to re- main in my care, and obey my advice, Pll make you the happier by making your husband un- happy. Tl aloo compel your husband to provide for your future.” *'Yez’ll do this?” “Yes. But you must promise to stay in this room closely, and do as I instruct you, I can work up a good case here, that will please more than one.” ““May the saints preserve you! I will do seid Sree phat <0 say.” “ Very well, ou can occupy this room with me, and I will see that you are rightly cared for, Will you loan me the locket to work on?” a Shure I will. But yez don’t know me hus- band’s name?” “Yes, I do. It is Royal Rignold!” “The saints save us, but how did yez learn the likes of that?” . = “Oh! I saw him twice to-night—once in life, and once in the locket.” ‘Och! he’s not here?” ** Yes—but you must stay right here until I get ready to use you against him.” ‘“‘T will do as pl’azes yez, Yez have been good to me,” ‘Tt's a bargain, then. I will now go down and close up for the night.” She descended to the office, where she found waiting no less a personage than the redoubt- able Gulliver from Lilliput, whom Big Buckskin had met at Sal Slap’s “‘ Guzzler’s Glory.” CHAPTER VI. A GLIMPSE OF THE GAME. Ir was the first time Denver Doll had ever seen the giant, and she stared at him for a mo- ment with amazed incredulity. Gulliver siniled his sweetest smile, courtesied, and scraped his foot in true Chesterfield style, and then spake: ** Beloved maiden, beholdest thou me?” ‘© Well, I should snicker!” Doll replied, with a low laugh. ‘Any one that couldn’t discover such a fly-speck as you, ought to be imprisoned in an eye and ear infirmary. You take the rag off’n the bush.” ‘“No, beautiful sissy, I never war guilty of theft, "cept once in my bloomin’ youth, when I stole the luv frum the buzzom o’ the belle of Chicago. I war purty, then; but, alas! leaves fade, when autumn tickles em, an’ flowerets fade when frost nips ’em. Dye see this nose, ae ‘* An’ this discolored organ of sight?” “You bet!’ ‘Waal, but a few hours ago, both were fair to view, but the blighting hand of a son-of-a-sea- cook fell upon them in two fell swoops, and I think |. left the indelible results you behold. Don’t you think such a person orter be lynched fer such an outrageous assault on a poor, homeless orphan?” “To be sure he ought,” Doll replied greatly amused, and wondering how she was to get rid of the overgrown ruffian. “Tbat’s what I think!” Gulliver went on. ““And yet, here you keep that same galoot under yer roof, the seme as if he was a prince!” “*T don’t know who you mean!” *“Yedon’t! Don’t know nothin’ about a chap called Big Buckskin?” **Oh! do you mean him?” “Bet I do! He's the chap what,did the busi- ness for me. Jerusalem Jericho! didn’t he polish me, though!” “Glad of it!” Denver Doll declared. ‘“ Big eet is my mash, you know!” with a augh, “Lord help you! ef he mashes you in the same style be did me; you won’t be so purty as you aire now.” “But be won’t. And now, if your interview is concluded, I will close up shop.” “But it ain’t. Iwant to see that aire fellow that slugged me in the eye and mashed the corn on my nose!” “You can’t see him!” ** But I will see him!” ** But I say you shall not!” Tke giant stared at her for a moment, as if doubtful whether she meant it or not; then, bord pin he strode toward the door, on reaching which he turned and tipped his hat, with comi- cal suavity. “Ta, ta! daisy—I go, as went forth the toads from Ireland. As Grandad Gulliver said to the Lilliputians, I cannot comprehend the strange- ness of these people.” _And in a moment more he bad vanished from view: Quite satisfied with the number of incidents of the day, Doll closed up the Bonanza and retired for the night. With the dawning of the next day, the topic of the stage robbery was revived, and generally discussed. A number of the principal claim- owners held a meeting to adopt some measures gic up the gang of desperadoes, at the si After due consultation, it was decided that no better plan could be adopted than to organize a ee Committee, and put a solid manto the rout. ; “* Among those whom I judge most competent to take command,” one miner said, “is the noted outlaw-hunter, Big Buckskin.” ** A good choice,” affirmed another, “But I object,” put in Jubal Andre, who had managed to work himself into the conference, “ That fellow is a rascal, and bas a notoriety second to none for wickedness,” ‘Have you any personal interest, sir,” a miner asked, ‘‘in this appointment?” ‘* No,” was the answer, ‘‘but my prospective son-in-law may have.” “Weare not considering prospective son-in- laws, nor personal spites,” the miner said. ‘*We will take a vote on the matter, among our-
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14 Denver Doll’s Partner. selves, who are most interested, and if the result is in favor of the scout, we will give him the charge.” With a suppressed growl, Jubal Andre separ- ated himself from the caucus, realizing that that was no time for his protest, A vote was taken, and it was unanimously agreed that Big Buckskin should be waited upon, and asked to take the chieftaincy of the Vigi- lantes at Little Bill’s Bonanza, In the mean time Jubal Andre returned to his shanty, and found Agnes and Sir Royal playing cbess in the front room. The latter was white and nervous, and bad his left arm in a sling and his head bandaged. ‘‘ Well, did you find out who the puppy was who eres me, Parson Andre?” he asked, rimly. “*T did,” the other replied, with a glance at Agnes, which was full of significance. “Hoe isa border ruffian of the boldest type, and is known as Big Buckskin.” “Humph! I have resolved to challenge the fellow to fight me with swords. T am an ex- pert at fencing, and am satisfied that I could run him through, But do you know, friend Anire, that there is one thing which’ puzzles me? “Hh? Something that puzzles you? What is it, pray?” “Why, you see, if seems so deuced strange that the fellow should call my darling rg eo by her name and then, likewise, call me by my name!” , ‘““That I can easily explain, Sir Royal. This man, it seems, has been in co-operation with another rascal, who awhile ago attempted to blackmail me, with a view of extorting money. They had a confederate in my house in the per- son of a servant, whom I afterward discharged. Itseeams their game is young yet. They evi- dently propose to make money out of me at all hazards, and their knowledge of some of my family affairs probably caused the trouble last night. I would advise you to let the matter drop, for your life is too valuable to be placed at the merey of one of these ruthless border ruffians.” “Oh! dear Sir Royal, please don’t think of running the risk of your life,” Agnes cried, imploriugly, ‘‘ Life would be a blank to me if you were taken off.” “Then rest your heart, my betrothed, for I will submit to your judgment!” the Englishman averred, Later, when Sir Royal had retired to his room, Jubal Andre still sat in the parlor, in company with his fair but false daughter. “Tt is he, then!” she was saying, her eyes bent upon the carpet. “Yos, and we have got to play our cards cleverly, or he will be of great damage to us. Did you count Sir Royal’s money before you were robbed?” ‘Yes, There was ten thousand dol—” “Which, all told, was worth perhaps twenty- five cents ” Z ‘“« How do you mean?” “T made an exchange a few nights ago—poor for goo1, you know.” “Ah! then—” ““We are ten thousand in, whether you cap- ture him or not,” ‘T think Ican depend on him, if Joe Wilton does uot spoil the thing.” ‘‘He must not. The Murdocks are here now, I suspect, and [ll hurry them up as soon as I can safely see them. Ouce Joe Wilton is out-of the way, you can safely marry Sir Royal and we willmake a start for England, and Castle Chelton, where years ago I served as bailiff to Sir Hugh Chelton. Strange whatever became of Sir Hugh, and that young scapegrace, Sir Clifford. It was a lucky thing anyhow for Sir Royal, and, as it promises to turn out, a lucky thing for ourselves,” “Ahf yes; I suppose so, I wish I knew the fate of my child, however.” “ Bah! forget that you ever had one, or a husband. Remember that future wealth and happiness now all depend upon you.” CHAPTER VIL. ANDRE BEGINS TO DOUBT, AND BUCKSKIN BE- GINS TO ACT. DurinG the night of Nellie Kelly’s arrival Denver Doll slept bat little, for her mind was too busy in thought for sleep. hen morning dawned she arose to find that Little Bill and Old Prowler had already opened up for business, Sending the former on an errand, the De- tective Queen approached Prowler and said: “Prowler, you say you are an English de- tective, and, consequently, ought to know every important personage upon that patch of land governed by the queen. Did you ever hear of a man named Sir Royal Rignold?” ‘Yes; I once knew a Royal Rignold; but he had no Sir prefixed to hisname. This he prob- ably acquired from inheritance,” “Tell me about it, Prowler.” ‘Why do you want to know?” “For your own good, You told me you were anxious to find the lost sonof a great estate. Perhaps I can be of a deal of assistance to ou.” “Think you so? Then I willenlighten youa.- little, though I do not care to throw the whole business into your hands, The estate of Chelton Castle belonged to Sir Hugh Chelton up to the time of his strange disappearance, After him, it should have descended to Sir Clifford, his run- away son; but, he being absent and dead to the world, it fell to the next of kin, his cousin, Royal Rignold. May [ ask what you know about the case, more than what I have told you?” “ Very little. I have gathered in some points, however, and were you to put the matter en- tirely in my hands, I believe I could make a success out of it,” “T fear not. Were Sir Clifford found, even, after so many years, it would be hard to rein- state him, since Sir Hugh is dead, and he would have difficulty in proving his identity.” “Did he not have some birth-mark, or some family relic in his possession at the time of leaving home?” f ; ‘* He had the royal arms pricked in his arm in two colored inks, when a boy. It may not have worn away, if he still be living.” “Likely not, Through the agency of certain
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Denver Doll’s Partner. ee facts that have come into my possession, I be- lieve I can not only soon find the lost. beir, but prove the usurper a rogue and arascal. Give me sole charge of the case, and I will cipher it % ‘* Well, if you think you can do it, go ahead— Pm willing. Sir Clifford back again in his rightful position, I can afford to pay you well for your work.” ‘Tam not so particular about the pay. It is more for the purpose of righting a great wrong that I crave the job, than for any other reason, I assure you. You spoke once about Jubal An- dre. Has he »ny connection with the case?” ‘* Not directly. He was once the bailiff of old Sir Hugh years ago, He, however, stole ten thousand pounds in gold from Sir Hugh, and fled to this country, where he is living still, accord- ing to all accounts,” “Yes; he is even here in the gulch, I have learned, in company with his daughter and Sir Royal Rignold.” ‘“Then you may be sure there is some deviltry brewing.” ‘““T believe it is the intention of Sir Royal to wed Andre’s daughter.” “That must never be! No Andre shall ever queen it at Castle Chelton while I_ can prevent it! I think tco much of old Sir Hugh to allow that!” “Sir Royal cannot legally wed again,” Den- ver Doll said quietly. ‘*‘ He has one wife livin already, asI can prove. But leave ittome; V1 make a grand denouement ere long, that will surprise several persons at least.” Sbe then turned away, and Old Prowler watched her curiously until she had disappeared within the office. ‘A queer girl, but mighty shrewd!” he said to himself; ‘‘and I shall not be surprised if she works the case better than I could do it myself. Would te Heaven Sir Clifford could meet and win this queenly American girl, to take back as his bride to Castle Chelton!” Jubal Andre, although he had, while in Boise City, endeavored to cloak his sins under the mantle of pretension of being a minister of the Gospel, was at heart an arrant rascal of the first water, with a power for scheming rarely if ever surpassed, After the termination of his interview with his daughter, he set out into the gulch sonce more, his brain in a whirl over the many thoughts that were flitting across his mind. In truth, he was nota little worried over the fact that matters were getting rather unpleasantly personal, Big Buckskin was in the camp! So was Sir Royal Rignold, who was quick to form suspisions when foul play was laid in preparation for him, . Should the sport and the Englishman meet. Jubal Andre felt positive that some word would fall from the lips of the former that would knock in the head all of his (Andre’s) plans for Raking his daughter the Lady of Chelton Cas- tle. It, therefore, was most important that there should be no delay in the removal of the sport, before he could do any further harm, 16 “Tf I can only find some of the Murdock gang Ill soon learn what is the cause of all this trouble, and why they don’t earn the money.” As luck would have it, he soon after found Red Eagle skulking about the outskirts of the town as if he was afraid of being seen. “What are you doing here? You act as if you were half-scared out of your wits!” Andre said, confronting him. Eagle great brave—no oy scared,” was the red-skin’s haughty 1eply. ‘* Red Eagle wait for enemy—kill him!” A sudden thought entere’ the plotter’s mind. “You consider Big Buckskin your enemy then?” “Ugh! yes. Red Eagle hate Big Buckskin. Kill him when git chance!” ‘* Look out he don’t kill you. Where are the Murdocks?” ** Dunno!” “Take care! none of ycur lying, you rascal! I want to see the captain, at once, on important business.” “Give Red Eagle dollar, den he show!” was the wily answer. “You red devil! you’re playing for money, too, are you? Well, here is the dollar. Now tell me where I can find Burk Murdock.” ‘‘ Captain live over there,” he then announced, pointing to a newly-finished log cabin, a dozen rods away. : When he arrived at the cabin, Andre recalled the signal the red-skin had employed at the time of their visit to the retreat in the moun- tains, and used it in his rap upon the door, ““Who’s thar? Come in!” the captain’s rough voice called out, and Andre obeyed. Inside, the cabin was rough and unplastered, and furnished only with some stools and an un- planed board table. Jack Murdock was lying upon the floor near the fire-place, rolled up in a blanket. Burk was seated by the table. ‘* Hello!” he growled, as his employer entered. “What the deuce brings you here?” ‘* Business!” Andre responded, decisively, as he tookaseat. ‘ Nothing but business could tempt me to seek your society.” ‘*Humph! you're cussed complimentary, ain’t you? What d’ye want?” ‘*T want to know what I am to understand by your silence and inactivity?” ** You mean about Big Buckskin?” “Certainly. He is here, and all you have to do is work.” : “Yas, I reckon so, But, you see, we've about concluded that the job’s too risky to tackle.” “What?” “We can’t tech it. You'll have to hunt up some one else,” “Then, sir, hand me back my thousand dol- lars!” “Ha! ha! ain’t you green? When you get a smell of that again, you'll have cause to whistle right merrily.” “ You ruffian, if you do not fulfill your. prom- ise, or restore my money, l’ll hand you over to the law.” ‘*Bah! you would hardly do that, when such an action would do you fully as much injury as myself. The only thing that will prompt us to
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16 Denver Doll’s Partner, go on with the job is an additional two thousand in hand now.” “Pll see you to the furthest corner of the earth first!” “Well, just as ye like. We're athousand dol- lars in, at the least, and if you squeal on us you'll only et yourself into hot water.” ‘* We shall see! we shall see!” Andre snarled, as he arose and took his departure. ‘If I mis- take not, you'll wish you had done differently.” Big Buckskin was waited upon by a number of the leading men of Bill’s Bonanza, and impor- tuned to accept the captaincy of the new Vigi- lance Committee which it was determined should be organized at once. After some hesitation, he consented to act in that capacity, and was given the privilege of choosing his own men. During the day, while sauntering across the gulch, he suddenly encountered the giant, old ulliver, who was sitting upon a rock, evidently in deep meditation. ‘* Hello!” Buckskin cried. ruminating about, Gulliver?” ‘*{ war jest thinkin’ about the ups an’ downs 0’ this hyar flickerin’ candle o’ life. Queer world! The giants aire babies, nowadays, an’ the babies air giants!” "Yes, there is some truth in that. It ain’t always the biggest horse that pulls the most. By the way, Gulliver, I am quietly organizing a Vigilance Committee, for the purpose of captur- ing the road-ageuts, I want men whom I can implicitly rely on, I have already secured sev- eral, and I judge you’re another recruit I need!” Gulliver took off his hat and scratched his matted head, ‘Waal, durned ef I know what tew do, You give me a swipe across my mouth, and then blacked my eye—an’ now ye want me ter jine ye in aracket, when I orter jump onter ye an’ tread on ye! Dunno but ye give me what I de- served, however. Hadn’t no bizness to go rub- bin’ around an’arthquake. Reckon I'll j’ine ye, providin’ ef I git licked by ary other galoot, you'll take my part.” “Tt's a bargain,” said Buckskin. ‘ Now, un- derstand that you are to pretend to b2 my ene- my all the time, and if you are besought to join a gang of outlaws, sail in and join, and report to me where they are located. We'll then sail in and capture ’em.” E “An’ Pm to appear like I war mad at ye, ‘What are you ‘i rt ut thar’s to be none o’ yer shoulder-hit- in’? ‘Of course not. We'll leave that entirely out of the matter. I’m yours to command.” “Wull, then, ye can count me in. I’m as squar’ as a king, an’ ye can depend on me.” “*T knew it, pard, and I trust you.” Big Buckskin then gave him a few instructions and returned to the heart of the camp, feeling that he had achieved a victory in securing the giant on his side. On his arrival at the Bonanza, Little Bill was enga ed in arranging things in general. Bil ell, sir, what do you want?” asked Little “T wished to inquire if there are any letters hera for me?” “Dunno, Who aire you?” “* Big Buckskin,” ‘* No letters here for you, then.” ‘T also have another name—Joseph Wilton.” ‘* Then, here’s a letter fer ye. Gal jest left it awhile ago.” And he handed the sport a delicate letter, with the name ‘Joseph Wilton” directed in a delicate fe of chirography. Big Buckskin did not have to ask a descrip- tion of the person who left it, for he readily re- cognized the handwriting. “From your gum-drop, sugar-an’-molasses, gal, eh?” Little Bill remarked, tantalizingly. “ Know what it is to be in luv wi’ one o’ them aire, Used to have my eye sot on a pretty In- jun squaw, but I couldn’t raise enough hosses ter buy her?” Buckskin made no answer, but sat down on a settee, lit a cigar, and leisurely tore open the epistle and glanced at its contents. It read as follows: “Mr, Josepa Witton, Sir:—Our sudden meeting last evening was as much of a surprise to me as it was to you, and I can assure you that I am sorry for it, for your presumption in addressing me I consider an unpardonable offense. I am loth to believe that you are so insane as to think that I could ever be anything to you. My childish indiscretion in marry- ing you will soon be dissoived by divorce, and then I shall be at liberty to marry again. “T trust you will be gentleman enough to remain silent, as [ can never care for you, and should be panes were I ever rot pase to speak to one so far eneath me in social standing. ¢ “T write this in order that no interyiew may ever be necessary, and hoping we will remain strangers, as ever. Aanes ANDRE.” A faint smile curved the lips of the buckskin sport as he tore the letter into shreds, but he spoke not. 3 The glitter in his eyes, however, indicated that the letter had not made a very favorable im- pression upon him, so far as his recreant wife was concerned. ° CHAPTER VIII. BUCKSKIN SUCCUMBS AND SO DOES JACK MUR- DOCK, Later that day Sir Royal Rignold, tired of the house, managed to crawl out fora stroll about the gulch, although he was too lame and sore to undergo very much exercise, He was furious, too, that he had allowed him- self to be dissuaded from challenging the hand- some sport, Big Buckskin, for he smarted with chagrin at the treatment he had received. Proud and arrogant, as befitted his title snd position, it was like gall and wormwood to te so worsted by a man of no rank—an American rough—as he considered Buckskin to be. Hardly satisfied was he yet, but what he should take the liberty of breaking his promise to Agnes Andre, and bring the sport to ac- count. With such thoughts in mind he sauntered through the gulch, and paid little attention to where he was going, until he suddenly found himself in the presence of Denver Doll, who was ==
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Denver Doll’s Partner. 17 plucking a bouquet of wild flowers, a profusion of which grew in the gulch. ‘‘ Ah! excuse me!” he said, tipping his hat. ‘Hope my intrusion is pardonable. But really, ‘tis a most pretty picture to see one so young and fair engaged in the pastime of flower gather- ing!’ gine Denver Doll retorted, coldly. ‘ You will please keep your flattery to yourself. 1 do not know you.” “ That matters not. It's an easy thing to get acquainted, you know. I am Sir Royal Rig- nold, of Chelton Castle, Derbyshire, England.” ‘You don’t say so!” Doll retorted, with biting sarcasm, ‘* Why didn’t you say you were the Prince of Wales. It would have had just as little effect. As for getting acquainted with me, that is impossible. Go and waste your praises on Miss Andre, who no coubt has time to listen to taffy talk.” _ AS Oh, no! One tires who pays constant atten- ion. * And that’s why he left the banks of famed Killarney, is it?” Doll fired back. Sir Royal’s face grew white in an instant, and his gaze became sternly riveted upon her ace, . “What do you mean?” he demanded in a husky tone. ‘Speak, eos do you mean?” ‘*Oh, nothing, only I allow you’d look much better back on the ould sod, a-feedin’ av ther pigs an’ ther chickens!” Doll auswered carelessly, as she resumed the making of her bouquet. “Tam not an Irishman, bnt a lineal descen- dant of royalty,” he said, loftily. ‘So you count yourself some pumpkins, eh?” she responded. ‘‘ Well! well! I don’t know why it is. We American girls don’t care any more for a conceited palcot wi’ a Sir to his name, than a thoroughbred high-toned hoss-fly cares fora burro, "Tain’t the title that makes a man hyer, but the man himself. So now, please move on. I do not want your acquain- tance. If you don’t move, Pll call Big Buck- skin!” “ Bah! he is a puppy!” * You_ bet he’s puppy enough to lick any Johnny Bulldog!” Doll rejoined. ‘‘ Come! move on! So the knight moved off, growling unintelligi- bly as he did so, hile Denver Doll muttered to herself: “The first seed planted, and I think it will grow. How quick he changed color when I hinted about Killarney, the home of Nellie Kelly.” “ What does that woman, or girl, rather, know about me and my past?” he mused, as he strolled on, ‘“‘ She cleverly turned off the hint, but it hardly deceivei me. She meant to put me in mind of that Irish girl I was so foolish as to marry. Egad! can she have followed me here?” The matter grew more and more momentous to him, and weighed upon his mind until he grew fairly desperate. It was about the time he had reached this stage of feeling that a voice in his ear gave him a violent start. “Eix-ke-use, sir, but will you loan me your at- tention a moment? My name is Gum—George Washington Gum, general canvassing agent for all the leading works on psychology, physiology, electricity, useful knowledge, literature aud sci- ence. Ihave a beautiful little volume here, en- titled ‘How to Put On Airs.’ Now, my dear sir, judging by your appearance, this volume would be most happily adapted to your require- ments,” Sir Royal turned and gazed in astonishment at the superannuated book-agent—the same sleek, giib-tongued man it was who had invaded tbe outlaws’ retreat several weeks before; but, if anything, he looked more lean and lank now than at that first appearance. ‘* Away witn you, vagabond!” Sir Royal or- dered, baughtily. ‘‘ What do you imagine I could want with your trash?” ‘“‘But you don’t understand,” G. W. Gum went on, unabashed, ‘I have bocks adapted to every peculiar phase of humay character, and for all ages. Here’s what you : ie sericusly in need of—* How to Be Polite.’ Nuw you couldn’t study a more useful work. I bave alsoa useful work—‘ The Butcher’s Manual ’—-tells you how to kill hogs, and so forth. But, the best of all, here’s a new work just im press—‘ The Rogues and Rascals of London,’ founded on authentic facts and brought down to the present day, in- cluding the bistory of the noted counterfeiter, Jack De Haven!” And the bock-agent took out a publication list and began an examination of it carefully. With a face as white as marble, Sir Royal. Rignold bad turned hastily and walked away toward the Andre shanty. Apparently George Wasbington Gum did not discover this act until he had finished a seerch of the list, when he looked up and saw Sir Royal several] rods distant, Then a low laugh escaped his lips and he shuf- fled off toward the Bonanza Hotel, in the office of which he met Big Buckskin and Derver Doll. “Hello! what have we here—a Zulu, as I live!” Doll laughed, at the sight of the curicus specimen of humanity, which the agent really was. “No! no! fair lady—you mistake. Iam sim- ply George Washington Gum—a general agent for all the latest book publications of the day. Can’t I sell you a work on how to make love, oyster puddin’s, apple dumplings, or how to get married, settle down and become happy?” “Some other day, Georgie. Buckskin, can’t you buy something?” “Bh? Buckskin, did you say?’ Gum de- manded, eagerly. “Of ccurse—Big Buckskin, the best man of his inches in the West. Why?” “Then he’s the very feller I want to see,” the agent declared, extending his bony hand. ‘* Mr. Buckskin, it does me proud to meet you! I have been lookin’ for you far and wide, because I have a dumfounding revelation to make to uu ‘* Ts that so?” the sport asked, dryly. ‘‘ Well, what is it?” “Come to some private apartment where there are no prying ears, and I will unfold!” Accordingly shes was showh by Doll into a pri- vate room in the rear of the office, where all three became seated, 7
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i8 { “Now, then, go ahead!” Big Buckskin or- dered. ‘If you have anything to say that is worth listening to, be quick about it!” “Exactly. Quick sales and small profits is my motto, You are Big Buckskin, or other- wise Joe Wilton?” soyeg.”? “You have heard of a gang of desperadoes known as the Murdock Brothers?” ‘*T have.” “You also know a minister named Jubal Andre?” “ Yes, ” “Married his daughter?” “Correct.” “Don’t live with her?” 7; No!” Buckskin answered the questions rather un- hesitatingly. Ho was aware that the gaze of Denver Doll was fixed upon kim in a stare of surprise, “Well,” G. W, Gum went on, ‘‘some weeks ago I chancel to drop into the den of these Mardocks, hoping to sell one of my valuable works, While there, there came a rap, and I was importuned to wait behind a screen,” “Yes. Goon.” ‘Well, while there I was a silent witness to a deadly compact. Of the visitors there were three—Jubal Andre, his daughter, and an Indian named Red Eagle.” Big Buckskin whistled, He was beginning to catch the drift of what the revelation was to be. “Go ahead!” he commanded eagerly. “Well, this Jubal Andre did all the talkin’ for his side, and the object of his visit was to hire the Murdocks to pnt two persons out of the way —namely, you and yourson. He stated that his daughter was desirous of marrying an English aristocrat, but could not do so until you and the child were silenced.” “ And the boy—my son—where did he say he coul | be found?” ‘‘ fle did not state definitely, but said the boy was roving somewhere through the West with a female companion,” “Thank Heaven, he is alive then! I will now search to the ends of the earth but what I'll find him. But, goon, Wasa contract made?” “Yes, The captain of the gang agreed to put you out of the way for a thousand dollara down aud another thousand when the job was done,” “Humph! Jubal Andre is playing a high game!” the sport muttered rather grimly. “as that all?” “Yes. I made my escape then, with the re- solve to hunt you up and warn you.” Big Buckskin took several gold-pieces from his pocket and tossed them into the lap of the book- agent, ss rou deserve to be paid and to receive thanks too.” Gum slipped the gold-pieces into his pocket with a satisfied grin and arose. ‘* Much obleeged to you,” he said, ‘' Td give up canvassing if I could catch onto such a snap every day.” When he was gone, Denver Doll remarked: ‘That fellow ain’t what he seems, I am go- a, watch him.” uckskin smiled, Denver Doll’s Partner. ‘“He’s a traveling Bohemian, who lives on his wits,” he assumed. ‘‘He has, however, done me a favor of no mean proportions. I will be more wide awake than before.” “You will need to be. But cheer up. Some- thing may occur that will make a change in your life. In the mean time let me manage your case, and in the end I will surprise you. know a few things that you are not aware of, and if I mistake not, my little schemes will eventually be fraught with happiness for you. I’m also working up a case for a big English estate, in which Sir Royal Rignold is concerned, along with several others.” ‘‘Humph! the less you have to do with that case the better you'll be off, This Rignold is the puppy who aspires to the hand of my wife, Let him go! After he gets her he’ll be sorry enough.” “Probably. But leave it to me, and I will work some results that will please you.” “Very well. Go ahead; if will remain inac- tive, and give you full sway. You already have excited my admiration, not only for your- self, but for your indomitable pluck; and T give you fair warning not to do too much for me!” “T will try not to,” Doll answered, arising with a mischievous laugh. Then they separated, Denver Doll going in search of Little Bill, and Big Buckskin retiring to his room. Later in the day, as Denver Doll stood upon the veranda of the Bonanza, watching the busy throng as it moved through the gulch, a man came sauntering along, with swaggering gait, asif he felt the importance of his rather flashy attire, Denver Doll’s eyes were on him before he was near her, and her gaze never left his face until he was about passing, when she spoke: “ Jack!” He turned, as if electrified. “ Jack!” she repeated. Her eyes had met his now, and were burning with unnatural brilliancy. The man seemed to tremble as he stood, his eyes never leaving hers, “Jack!” she repeated again, and this time sternly. ‘‘ Down, Jack!” For an instant it seemed as if he was under- going a terrible mental struggle; then a sickly smile came over his face, and he dropped upon his knees, ‘* Up, Jack!” she ordered, a moment later. He arose like magic. “Come!” she said, turning and entering the hotel office, And Jack Murdock, of the notorious Murdock Brothers, followed her as a trained dog would have followed its master. CHAPTER IX. DOLL’S CAPTURE AND SAL’S NEW DEAL, Tue power which Denver Doll held over the outlaw was mesmeric, and she had him so under her call that she could make him obey her at will. 3 Several years ago, before he joined his brother in their career of crime, he had been Denver
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' Denver Doll’s Partner. 19 Doll’s youthful lover, and it was at this time that she had discovered her wondrous power over him, and had practiced it a number of times, more for the novelty of the thing than fer any other reason. So that she had made Jack Murdock her slave for life, no matter where they might meet. Doll led the way to the apartment in the rear of the office, and the young outlaw meekly followed, and became seated at the girl’s mo- tion. ‘ ‘Jack Murdock, I have got you!” she said, triumphantly. “Eh! is it you, Doll? What brought me here?” and he gazed round him ina sortof dazed way. ‘The same old power, Jack,” was the answer, at which a slight shiver passed over him, “Yes,” Doll went on, ‘'I saw you coming u the street, and allowed that you were a fis worth snaring; so I told you to come in, and you came right along like a little man.” Jack growled out an oath, “Curses on that infernal power you hold over me! Whatdo you propose to do with me?” “Use you, Jack—redeem you, if possible. You are le diug a wild, criminal life, and I’m going to make you give it up, and betray your gang into custody.” “Never! I’d die before I’d go back on a pal, Even you can’t make me do that,” “But J can, though, and don’t you forget it! ‘You do just what I will—how are you going to help yourself?” ‘‘It would be mean of you to take advantage of Bets infernal power over me, and cause me to bring my own brother to the gallows!” he growled, ‘Not a bit of it! Your brother and his gang have done many deeds far meaner than that, and the law wants ’em, as an example to other evil-doers. Tell me, now, wouldn't a free, hon- est life be better than a life crowned with the knowledge that you are an outcast and a vil- lain, whom every honest person turns from in horror?” “Dunno but you’re right. But I couldn’t never give Burk up to the law, nohow ye can make it.” 4 ‘* But I say you shall, or I'll arrest you right here, and cast you into confinement. Bill’s Bonanza is a new town, and ye know how new towns deal out justice, I dare sav!” “ Arrest me, and be cussed. Tl never squeal on our pals!” A “But consider. I can throw you into the trance again, and then make you tell me all I want to know, and arrest you in the bargain. So you see I’ve got you anyway.” A sullen, dogged expression came over the young outlaw’s face. “Go ahead and do your worst. I'll never go back on a pal with my own consent.” “ We'll find out,” Doll muttered, beginning to work the spell on him again. : In an incredibly short space of time he was thoroughly mesmerized and in her power, “Now, then, tell me where the presenti rendez- vous of the gang is,” she commanded, sternly. He did not answer, ; There was a set, determined expression upon his face, and a shiver traversed his frame. ‘*Speak! Doll cried, stamping her foot. ‘* How dare you disobey me?” Still vo answer, but, in its place, that dogged silence, This convinced Doll that she had overrated her power to some extent. Fearful that he might shake off the influence of the spell, she hastily procured a pair of handcuffs and made oe powerless, so far as his hands were concern- e This done, she brought him once more out of the trance. His rage knew no bounds when he discovered that his hands were bound. “Curse you, Denver Doll! Little I thought, when I used to know you, that you would ever turn against me thus.” ‘Nor did I think that you would turn into a life of crime and misery. I offared you a fair chance, but you refused; and, accordingly, it is my duty to arrest you.” “Go ahead, You couldn’t make me peach on my pals, an’I never will. They’ll get me out.” ‘We shall see to it that they don’t, For the resent, i shall keep you locked up in this room. ere you will be safe. If you attempt to create a racket I’!] come in and gag you.” She then left the room and locked the door after her, well knowing that it would be imros- sible for Jack to escape without outside assis- tance, And she further believed that, after due de- liberation, be would change his mind and come to terms, rather than run the risk of getting bis head into Judge Lynch’s merciless noose, Little Bill was always wide awake and about town, when not on duty at the hotel, and if there was anything going on that was worth seeing he was generally on hand. About sunset that day. as he stood on the banks of the guich creek speculating as to whether or no the roily waters contained any of the finny tribe, be heard angry words close at hand, and crept to the cover of a clump of bushes near by. A moment later Sir Royal Rignold and Agnes Andre came into view, and paused near where Bill had stood, “T tell you I am not ready yet!” the latter said, impatiently, ‘*‘ You will have to give me time.” “T bave no time to give!” Rignold declared, sharply. ‘‘ Something has occurred that makes it imperative that I should return to England at once. “What?” ‘Oh! it don’t matter what.” “But I say it does. I won't havea man who won't tell me his secrets.” “Then it’s settled, Sir Royal Riguold will never be bossed by any womar; set your heart at restcn that! I will give you half an hour to decide, Marry me to-morrow night or never!” “Oh! I don’t know what to say. I don’t know whether papa will consent to a hasty marriage.”
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20 Denver Doll’s Partner. ss Humph! he’s only too glad to marry you off well.” Agnes Andre did not answer. Her gaze in- stinctively wandered toward the Bonanza Hotel, where the handsome sport, Big Buckskir, was pacing to and fro across the veranda. Sir Royal saw her gaze directed toward the sport, and be seized her wrist fiercely. “Oh! so that is why you hesitate about a speedy marriage, is it?’ be bissed, ‘‘ Tell me, girl; what is tbere between him and you?” “ Nothing!” Agnes replied, with a dry harsh laugh. ‘‘I was just wondering if you could grow into such a rough creature.” ‘“*Never fear; Sir Royal Rignold is none of your low American stock,. But how about the answer?” es it is yes, I guess. You must take me as I am. “Of course. We will set the time—to-mor- row evening, at nine o’clock,” Then there was an exchange of kisses, after ‘which they walked away. And Little Bill crept from his covert, grin- ning from ear to ear. ‘Golly! we're goin’ to have a reg’lar bitchin’- up match fer sure!” he ejaculated, ‘‘ Reckon a as Dollbaby, would like to know about at, And accordingly, he went back to the Bonanza, Ani told the Detective Queen what he had seen and heard. Doll was not much surprised, nor did she say much about the matter; but she kept up a ter- rible thinking, aud was constantly forming plans in ber mind for the avhievement of the victory she expected to win, On her return to the shanty, Agnes Andre privately made known to her father the desire of Sir Royal for an immediate consummation of their nuptials, “Well! what did you say? the old rogue asked, anxiously. “*T said yes, as a matter of course,” Agnes re- lied. ‘I cannot afford to lose a handsome ortune, even if I do run a little risk.” “You are right there. But, mind you, there’s something strange in this sudden action on Sir Royal’s part. fancy the fellow has some secrets of his own which he would not wish others to know.” ‘Perhaps. But, pshaw! what need I care, after I am once Lady Rignold, of Chelton Castle? [can then tame him down to suit my own notion,” And both father and daughter laughed. “‘T have come to vo fixed conclusion how we are going toget ridof Big Buckskin!” Jubal Andre went on. I saw Burk Murdock this morning, and ke refused to do anything without two thousand dollars more be paid into his hand. That I flatly refused to do.” ‘““Why? You could well afford to have paid that, after what you male off of Sir Royal.” ° “Not much! I’m going to look out for myself with that money, you bet! If you want to pay any more do it out of your own pocket!” “You well understand that I have no money,” Agues protested, ‘* If you don’t fix matters up, you know what the result will be. “You'll have your daughter back on your hands in an in- credibly short space of time.” Jubal Andre uttered a growl, and was about to give some sour answer, when there came a loud rap on the door, “Come in!” he called out, supposing at was the Chinese servant whom he had sent on an errand, The door promptly opened, and Sal Slap, the proprietress of the Guzzler’s Glory, made her appearance, ‘ ubal Andre and Agnes could but utter excla- mations of astonishment, for the old hag was by far the ugliest-looking creature they ever had occasion to meet, ‘Don’t be skeart,” Sal said, with a grotesque- ly horrible grin, as she helped herself to a seat. “*T know I ain’t as purty as a noddin’ blue-bell, but that don’t make no difference, I’m old Sal Slap, and I’m a screamer, and downright proud of it, too. How ye gittin’on, Jubal—you an’ yer darter, who has grown inter a right peart lady, ef I do say it?” ‘*Woman, I don’t know you. Begone, or Pll have you locked up for a lunatic!” Andre cried, feeling alarmed, evidently. ‘Don’t know me, hey?” Sal went on, taking out a box, and helping herself to a pinch of snuff. ‘* Well, I dare say not, for I've grown prettier as my years advanced, an’ had heaps 0? experience. Aggie, thar, looks natteral, how- ever, and you would, only you're cultivatin’ a red nose. Don’t remember Dorothy, do ye?” And she uttered a mocking laugh! Jubal Andre uttered an oath, “ You are not Dorothy!” be declared. * Reekon 1 ain’t no one else, tho’ since I left yer employ, Pve been roughing it under the handle of Sal Slap. Hain’t quite so purty, but I’m a heap smarter than I was then!” ‘For Heaven’s sake! A terrible change has certainly come over you. What are you doing here, woman? Explain yourself!” “YT am keepin’ the Guzzler’s Glory hyar in Bill’s Bonanza, of which I’m one of the first in- babitants. Tbe object o’ my present call is jest to renew acquaintanceship, ye see. Ht does my eyes good ter see ye both, fer ye know, Jubal, I allers did have a sort o’ hankerin’ arter ye.” “ Enough of such nonsense. You are an un- welcome visitor, Dorothy, and your departure would give me a great relief,” ‘So? Well, now, that’s curions. But I don’t mind your peevishness, Jubal. I know you mean allright. But if youdon’t, ye orter know better than to buck against me. Ican do ye piles of harm just at present, if ye come any 0’ your stuck-up dodges around me, I hear yer gal is goin’ to be married tewa lord, duke, or some other high-fangled cuss, Beta cookie he is as innocent as a clam regardin’ Aggie’s first mar- riage.” The Andres both winced. “Curse you!” Jubal hissed. “Tm tired o’ roughing it, and aspire to live in luxury the resto’ my days. I’ve got a leetle spare cash, but want more, an’ it’s only natteral thet von should want to furnish it, arter all Pve done fer you an’ ver darter Aggie,” “Not a cent will ye get from me, and you can Cy
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Denver Doll’s Partner. 21 swear to it,” Jubal Andre retorted. ‘‘ You got your pay once, What more do you want?” “* Just what I’m going fo get, or squeal—cash |” the hag declared. ‘‘ D'ye know I’ve got the dead wood on ye, and ef ye don’t come to Limerick I’m going to make ye dance? Ye’ll remember the boy is alive.” “ Where?” Jubal Andre hissed, “Where I can produce him without much trouble. Now, may beSir Royal, as he is called, would like to adopt the kid, along wi’ Aggie?” “How much do you want, to keep your mouth shut?’ “Tf I hain’t banded an envelope wi’ a $1,000 note in it ter night ’ll squeal,” She then took her leave, Jubal Andre and his daughter faced each other with startled expressions. “Tt’s narrowing into close quarters,” he snarled. “Yes, You'll have to do something.” ‘ Ourse it, yes! Dorothy must be silenced at all hazards, I shall have to buy her.” © “* And Big Buckskin—” ‘Ts here!” a voice answered, as a map step- ped into the shanty. ‘‘Ilam glad to be just in time to participate in the arrangements for my disposal.” CHAPTER X. BURK MURDOCK STRIKES AND GETS STRICKEN. THE sudden appearance of Big Buckskin, caused Jubal and Agnes Andre to leap to their feet in consternation, The faces of both grew white, and they stood literally at bay, as if expecting an attack. Buckskin advanced into the room, and closed the door behind him, after which he placed his back aginst it, a strange, hard smile coming over his ,eatures, ‘“‘Well, you seem to be surprised,” he said. “ Am I a bear, that you stare at me, so?” “You are an intruder, bere!” Jubal Andre retorted, steraly. ‘* Can’t see how you make that out. I believe it is customary for one to visit one’s wife, and daddy-in-law, occasionally. “Begone, man! You have no such claim on me. Begone! I say, or I will have you cast back into prison from which you have escaped,” “Ha! ha! That was liberal of you to provide for me, eight years, wasn’t it? But as it hap- pens, now, Il remained in jail about two weeks. Despite the noble plot of yourself and my ex- uisite bride, to kill me, ] am still alive. The Murdocks are evidently not disposed to tackle a man whom they have been dodging for some time.” Jubal Andre grew livid with rage, for he knew that the sport had in some strange way made himself aware of their infamous compact. Big Buckskin went on, coolly: “T just overheard you mention something about making a disposal of me, and as Lam quite interested in such matter I'd like to have you state your plan.” ps “Tf you mind your business, you will likely fare all right!” Andre growled. ‘‘ But if you meddle in our affairs, you'll rue it, My dangh- ter does not like you, and desires you to keep as much out of her sight as is possible.” ‘““T am aware of her very affectionate feel- ings toward me,” was the taunting answer. “lt is a pity she can love only me, when so many poodles and snobs need her attention. But, by the way, I hear that the fair Agnes is about to marry the English manikin who calls himself Sir Royal Rignold?” “You are misinformed!” Agnes returned, haughtily. “tf came to warn you that I am aware of your design to put me out of the way, and any move in that direction will be frustrated, and you'll find yourself cast into jail. A word to the wise is sufficient.” He turned and Jeft the shanty. As be was crossing the gulch, toward the Bonanza, an arrow, sent with great speed, just grazed the tip of his ear. Wheeling, he was just in time to cee a figure dcdge down out of sight, behind a large bowl- der, and it required no second thought to coa- vince him that it was the vindictive Red Eagle, Drawing a revolver, he dropped upon bis knees, and crept toward the rock, keeping his gaze on the alert, so as not to allow tbe savage to escape. To reach the bowlder behind which the sav- age was concealed, a number of clumps of bushes had to be skirted; in passing them, Buck- skin had no thought of enemies being concealed therein, until— Suddenly he felt himself borne flat to the earth, with a weight upon his back of several human bodies, and a hand was clapped over his mouth. In quick time he was helplessly bound and gagged, and undisputably a prisoner of the Murdock brothers. It was now evident that the arrow fired by Red Eagle had only been sent as a decoy to lure Big Buckskin into the Murdocks’ trap, for the warrior now skulked forward with a demoniac girn. “ You smuggle him off down the trail,” were Burk Murdock’s orders to bis companions, ‘‘ and guard him closely in the cave, while 1 go and hunt up Jack, and make terms with Andre, Curious what has become of Jack!” He then left them to get the prisoner out of the town without attracting attention, while he went more into the heart of the camp in search of Jack, who, as the reader knows, Denver Doll had locked up in the room at the Bonanza Hotel. After a deal of inquiry, by which he suc- ceeded in learning nothing satisfactory, he came to the Bonanza Hotel, just as Denver Doll was about entering it, in company with Little Bill, Burk Murdock was ignorant of the fact that the Detective Queen had been intimate with his brother, but knowing her profession, he did not care to converse with her. But the moment she saw him she called out: ‘Hello, there! Looking for some one?” He turned with a start, but quickly recovered his composure: “Who said I was lukin’ fer any one?” he de- manded, and then wheeled and stalked on, Just then resounded two distinct pistol reports,
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t 22 Denver Doll’s Partner. and Burk Murdock, the noted desperado, threw up his hands and tuok his last breath as he fell to earth. One shot Little Bill had fired, and that had struck the outlaw in tho thigh; the other, which had pierced his brain, had been sent by the un- erring aim of no less a personage than George Washington Gum, who had opportunely been approaching the hotel from another direction; A crowd quickly gathered about, and the ex- citement naturally ran high, - ‘Who is this fellow?” several asked, ““T can answer that question!” Denver Doll cried, walking forward with an effort, ‘That man is, or rather was, Burk Murdock, leader of the notorious Murdock Brothers—for he is now dead |” “And I, George Washington Gum, was the feller ter put the rat-hole in his temple. Gents, my mission here is as a book-agent. I represent the leading publishing houses of the country. I have a be-utiful volume here entitled the ‘ Art of Shooting,’ also ‘How to Make Love,’ ‘ How to Play Games,’ ‘ How to Hat,’ ‘How to Con- duct Fanerals’—-in fact, anything and every- thing. Who wants to buy?” But the excitement was too great for Gum to push his case successfully, The news quickly spread throughout the town that the notorious Burk Murdock had been killed, and there was rejoicing among the ma- jority of th» populace, Denver Doll was searching about for Big Buckskin, when she met the giant, the self- styled Gulliver, from Liliput. “Glad Pve met ye,” he said, calling her to one side. ‘‘ Bin lukin’ fer ye, my fairy Liliputian, See; they’ve cotched the desperado.” Doll nodded without —— She did not admire the huge human—or trust him—in any particular. “Waal, that?’sgood, See, I an’ Buckskin made friends, an’ he delegated me as one o’ his igerlants, an’ ef some one hadn’t ’a’ fixed the chap yonder, [ should. By the way, thar’s bis- ness ahead.” “ What kind?” “Why, reg’lar quorum biz, D’ye know whar Big Buckskin is?” “No, I have been searching for him.” “ Waal, he is captered, an’ run off by the rast, 0’ Murdock’s gang, See’d the whole purceedin’ myself, but dasn’t move for fear I’d git a buzzer in my ear, Heard Buck, yander, order ’em to take him to a cave down the gulch, an’ they dragged him away, but they ain’t goin’ ter kill him till the captain j’ines’em, Ef they hear o’ the captain’s death, they'll most likely carve him up to one’t.” “You are right, You shall be rewarded for this, Gulliver. Come with me, Little Bill knows where this cave is, for I heard him tell sof it one day. We'll have those outlaws yet. She sought out Little Bill, and made known to him Gulliver’s report. ‘* Yas, I know the place,” he declared. ‘It is a deep cavern twenty feet up the mountain-side, wi’ a big ledge overhangin’ it, an’ a similar ledge in front of it. Bet I knowacapertal plan. Let a gang 0’ fellors take a roundabout way, an’ giton top the ledge, from whar they can peer down onto the lower ledge. I'll git down the gulch an’ scream out like a woman wovs got couniption fits, The outlaws will rush out onto the lower ledge, to see what’s ther matter, an’ the fellers above can drop down lassoes an’ hook ’em up like fish.” . * Bill, you’re a genius, It shall be done.” “* Hey hun! The babies is giants nowadays, an’ the giants is babies!” sighed Gulliver. The Detective Queen went quickly but quietly to work, and picked out the half-dozen men whom Buckskin had chosen for his Vigilance Committee, and ordered them to separately go down the gulch around the bend, as cautiously as possible, armed with weapons and lassoes, and there wait. CHAPTER XI. A GENERAL SUSPENSION. Denver Dou. did not accompany the party, but put them,under the guidance of Little Bill, in whom she had grown to have all sorts of con- fidence, Gulliver from Liliput also lingered behind, and when on being asked the reason why, he ex- eer ote to Doll, whom he had followed to the otel: ““Wull, fairest Luliputian, I will tell ye,” he said, disgorging a huge quid and hurling it out of doors; ‘*Vl unbuzzom myself, so thet ye won’t allow there’s nothin’ cowardly about ine. Ye see, ’'m in love—despritly in love, for the fu’st time in my life, an’ I jedged aforehand that should 1 gointer battle an’ get salivated, 1 might never be able to reach the sammit of my aspivations. So I stayed behind. An’ now, I want to ax a favor o’ you, mum.” “What is it, Gulliver?’ Doll demanded in curiosity. ‘““Why, ye see, I want ye ter intercele for me wi’ my dory, who don’t ’spicion that I keer fer one rib in her corset. I want ye jest to bitea hunk out o’ her wax-like ear, and then whisper to her thet I love ber, hev got thirty pound o’ coined bar an’ three mules, and want to harness on ter her as my leader thru’ this weary vale o’ tears.” “ But who is this amorita of your fancy, Gul- liver?” ““Who? Who else, indeed, but the queen of royal beauty, Sal Slap!” ‘What! that old termagant?” ‘“*Perzactly! Ef ever thar war mortal busi- ness in mortal woman it sticks right out ov old Sal, by gum! An’ then, tew boot, she’s so pritty and fawn-like, that I allow she an’ me would make an excellent match.” ‘Well, Dll see what I can do for you, by and by,” Doll said, turning away, her face clouded with anxiety and apprehension. She was apprehensive lest Big Buckskin might be killed ere assistance could reach him, for he had told her that the Murdocks were his deadly enemies, and would kill him at sight if they got a chance. And no wonder she was keenly worried about him, for she had grown to admire him greatly, and was not blind to the fact that the same feel- ing was in a measure raturned by him. “Tye one satisfaction,” she mused, as she Py
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— Se Deaver Doll’s Partner. 23 entered the hotel. “If they do not succeed in | rescuing Buckskin, Jack Murdock shall swing for it.” She then went to the outlaw’s room, To her unbounded astonishment, she found the door un- locked, and Mr, Jack minus. For a moment she was thunderstruck and her disappointment was keen. Then she set to work to find out how the outlaw procured liberation. ‘Me set ’Melican man free,’ John Wah, a domestic said, on being questioned: ‘‘ Findee ’Melivan in room—hear him callee, when pass | door. Tink he lockee up by mistakee, an’ lettee him outee, allee sare. Muchee ticklee him.” Giving the stupid Celestial a cuff beside the head, Doll went out of doors, but of course Jack Murdock had taken all care to make his escape. It might as well be added right here, that he wes never again seen around Bill’s Bonanza after that. Deeply excited and angered over the disap- pointment, Doll turned about, when a wheezing voice spoke in her ear: “Excuse me, fair lady—my name is Gum —George Washington Gum, and Iam introduc- ing a number of valuable books—” Go to blazes!” Doll cried. ‘‘ You can't fool me with any of your book nonsense, Mr. Rack- a-bones. ou’ll have to pick up. some other greeny.” “Tf Lam not what I pid earl what do you take me for?” Gum demanded, rather tartly. “Tt would be a difficult job to tell what you are,” Doll retorted, ‘‘in some respects, but of one thing I am satisfied—you are either a detec- tive or a blamed fool!” “T lay no claim to the latter calling, what- ever.” “Then you are a detective?” “Private, to you, yes. Iam John Stark, the London ‘shadow.’ I would not tell you this, only I have noticed that you wear a U. S. Bate e.” “Thanks for your confidence. here after?” “Sir Royal Riguold. better known in London as Jack De Haven, the forger and burglar.” “You don’t say! And so this worthy knight is wanted by the law?” “Yes; Iam now daily awaiting a requisition from the Government, so that I can arrest him and take him back, I shall bave to watch bim closely, or he will escape me yet.” “Not while ’m around. ITU corral the game for you to-night, perhaps. Walk bact: to the hotel with me, and Ill let you into my plans, which you'll agree are good.” He obeyed, and as they sauntered along, Doll came to a full understanding with him, and ar- rangements were made that will hereafterward be explained. Who are you Let us follow the Vigilantes, who had set out to capture the outlaws. It was not long after the Detective Queen had given them orders before they were all collected in the gulch below the bend, Little Bill in- cluded. The stalwart, bearded miners looked down upon their youthful captain rather coubbtfully, | for he didn’t appear much like one born to com- mand; yet Doll aad expressly stipulated that the attack should be made under his direction. ‘* Well, Bub, we’re ready, an’ ef you’re major- gineral, jest spit out yer orders,” one miner said, dryly. Bill squinted one eye, and looked over his copsreny critically. “ Well, I guess you'll all pass muster,” he ob- served, ‘I s’pose you’ve all sed your cate- chisms. It’s besti, tho’ ef ye foller my lead, TJ] fetch ye out a-swimmin’. The cave’s down a ways furder. So come alcng as keerful as a fly in the butter.” Half a mile they proceeded, and then Little Bill pointed up the mountain-side, to a spot nearly a quarter of a mile disjant, where two outeropping ledges were visible. “ The den is betwixt them two ledges,” he an- nounced, ‘tan’ by takin’ the bear path that starts in kere, you can reach the upper ledge. Light out, now.” Understanding the balance of the plan, the Vigilantes began to creep cautiously toward their destination, while Little Bill skulkea along the base of the gulch until he gained a good hiding-place in a clump of bushes, directly be- nesth and opposite the mouth of the cave. He then waited until be heard the apparent scream of a hawk, which warned him that the Vigilantes were ready. Bill then sent up a series of piercing screams, which were like those of a woman in dire dis- tress. An instant later, from his concealment, he saw three white men and one Incjan rush from the cave and geze down into the gulch, At the same instant, four lassces dropped with precision from above, and in a moment more- four outlaws were dangling between the upper and lower le ‘ges. Nor did the Vigilantes take the trouble to draw the victims to the upper ledge, but, insteed, fastened the lariats so as to leave them sus- pended in mid-air. f And thus they bung until life became extinct, and the Murdock band of desperadoes was no more. Little Bill was the first to reach and enter the cave, where he found Big Buckskin lying on his back, securely bound, but otherwise un- harmed. Buckskin embraced the boy warmly after bis release, and also heartily thanked the men he had chosen fer Vigilantes, not supposing, at the time, that they would be called upon to rescue him as their first service, After a search of the cavern the party set out on their return. On their arrival. the news of how Big Buck- skin bad been captured and rescued became . generally known, and also the eapture of the outlaws and their fate. Big Buckskin was much surprised, too, when he found that Burk Murdock had been killed, During the evening, feeling in low spirits, evi- dently, Sir Royal Rignold sought out cue of the gambling dens, with the view of idling away a few hours. s He was soon successful in securing a man to
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24 Denver Doll’s Partner. play with, and being an expert, it was not long ere he had quite a stack of golden coin before him, The other fellow finally backed out and sought another table. He had hardly departed, when a rough-look- ing bummer approached the nobleman and ‘helped himself to a seat. ‘Rilo! Mr. Rignold. ’Ow’s yer ’ealth?” he saluted familiarly. ‘None of your business, What d’ye want?” Sir Royal demanded savagely. ‘Nothin’ much. I jest reckernized yer, and thort ’'d make yer acquaintance, since I was sent here for that purpose.” ‘“You sent here?” Sir Royal gasped, his face growing a shade whiter, and a hunted glare coming into bis eyes, “Yas,” the chap went on, ‘‘I was sent by Jim Brady.” Sir Royal appeared both excited and relieved. “Indeed!” he said. ‘* What news did Brady send?” “Bad!” the other declared, grimly. ‘‘Stark, the London detective, is here after you.” “How do you know this?” ‘‘Hasy enough, I have seen him here in the eamp. As soon as he gets a requisition, he means to nab you without ceremony.” ‘Furies seize the fellow! Is he in disguise?” ‘Yes; he’s playin’ up book-agent as a blind.” ‘“Then I have seen him.” ‘“Probably. Now, there’s no time to lose, let me tell you. You want to skin out of this town as lively as you know how.” “T cannot get away at once. [am to marry Jubal Andre's daughter to-morrow night.” “You are a fool!” “ Sir!” “T repeat it—you are a fool. lassie is here.” ‘Bab! you lie!” “No, [do not. She is here, and waiting for the marriage-time, so that she can step forward and denounce you.” “Great Heaven! what am I to do?” “Well, jest you follow my advice, an’ I'll help ‘ou out. Bud Backus never went back on Jim rady’s pals yet.” ; ‘Well, what have you to propose?” Rignold asked eagerly. It was evident that he was anxious for some avenue of escape from the menacing peril.” “You are going to marry?” ‘* By all means, yes,” “Then it must be very — and secretly done. The best plan would be to have the cere- mony performed in the-gulch outside of the town, where there would be no interruption, and from where you could begin your flight, noticed a suitable spot balf a mile up the gulch. You'd better arrange to have the thing done up to-night and get ont of this vicinity.” “You are right, I guess. I willdoso. Say nine, to-night, at the Indian picture rocks, half a mile up the gulch.” “All right. I'll undertake to have some horses there at that hour.” “Very well. But, there is another thing. I want you to put that Irish idiot out of the way.’ *Humph! I reckon not,” Backus grunted, Tr Your Irish ‘“‘T ain’t no regular parson, I ain’t; but I reckon I'm a leetle above committin’ murder.” “*Pshawi your scruples will have a fall some day,” Rignold gritted. ‘‘ Wouldn’t a hundred dollars stir you up?” **No nor ten times that amount. I cannot be bought to woman murder.” . “Then tell me where the cursed woman is, and I'll do the job myself!” “ Byvyen that I cannot do, I was sent heer to warn ye an’ help ye escape the officers. That’s as fur as I have anything to do with ye.” “ Humph! I suppose you'll be at the picture rocks to-night?” 4* Of course.” ‘* You can go then.” And the rough-looking individual arose and shuffled off while Sir Royal lit a cigar and left the saloon, ‘*T would that I were a tuousand miles away!” he muttered, : CHAPTER XII. GULLIVER’S BIG RAISE, THE death of the outlaws had been a serious disappointment to Jubal Andre, who had clung to the belief that Burk Murdock would yet come to terms, and put Big Buckskin out of the way. That hope was now dissipated, however, and the scheming villain knew that what was to be done he must do himself. Fearful was he that something would eacpen to prevent his daugh- ter’s marriage with Sir Royal. His heart was set upon that, for it would make Agnes the mistress of Castle Chelton, and that would of course give him back his old posi- tion as bailiff. If a marriago were attempted by Sir Royal and Agnes, there could be little doubt but what Big Buckskin would interfere and top it, which would be disastrous, Nothing, therefore, remained more imperative than that Big Buckskin should be put out of the way, and that at once, And it was equally plain to him that he must attend to the job himself. So he set to work and studied over a number of plans, and finally decided upon one which he calculated might work. In former days he had been an expert swords- man and fencing-master. And even though out of practice, he was sanguine that he could hold his own with such a man as Big Buckskin, who he allowed, would not be likely to understand the manual at arms, Accordingly he brought out two fine blades from his trunk, and gave them a furbishing, after which he sat down ata table and wrote the following message: “Bra BuckKsKIN:— ‘You must know that, as enemies, we cannot con- veniently dwell in the same cainp. In order to set- tle who shall be master, I challenge you to meet me at the northern outskirts of the town. immediately on receipt of this, and we will decide the matter with swords JUBAL ANDRE. Just at dusk be hired aman to convey the message to the sport; while armed with the swords, he set out for the appointed place of meeting. It was not long ere a footstep sounded near
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aD Denver Doll’s Partner. 26 at hand, and the manly figure of Big Buckskin | ““Guy me that, an’ ye’ll hear o’ Big Buckskin’s stood before him. ‘* Well, Lam _ here, Jubal Andre!” the sport said, “ though I'll admit that I was surprised to receive.a challenge from you. I did not think you had so much pluck.” “Ob! you didn’t? Well, you evidently see your mistake, I am just plucky enough to face a dozen loafers like you.” ‘Probably because you think you have an easy thing on me with the sword, which is very likely the case. Still, you have challenged me, andlam not the man torefuse any man the chance toget satisfaction out of me, if it is in him. Give me one of your slaughterin’ blades.” Keeping the best one for himself, the ex- bailiff cast the other upon the ground, at Big Buckskin’s feet. “There! take it, and stand on your guard,” he cried, fiercely, Buckskin was as cool and composed as a man well could be. He did not betray any anxiety for his own safety; onthe contrary, he appeared to be rather confident that he would ine victor. The duel soon came to an abrupt end. By a tremendous blow, Buckskin broke his adver- sary’s blade in twain, and— Jubal Andre turned like a flash, and ran for his life! In order to add to his terror, the sport gave chase for a few moments, and then purposely allowed the cowardly wretch to escape. Sir Ravel Rignold did not find his betrothed at the shanty, on his arrival there from the gambling den. Miss Andre had gone out some minutes before, for a breath of fresh air. The camp, at eventide, was not the least dan- gerous place for a lady to wander about, but the wonhe woman prided herself that she was not afraid, and set out boldly. During her strolJ, as luck would have it, she met the redoubtable Gulliver from Liliput, who blockaded her path, with an indescribable grin upon his face. ‘*Eivenin’ to yer, mum!” he saluted. ‘‘D’ye want a beau ter see yehum? Ef ye does, I’m in the market. Gulliveris my handle—Gulliver from Liliput, you bet!” “Sir!” Miss Andre cried, coldly. ‘‘ Please be et ei to step aside, and allow me to SS “Not by a jugfull!” Gulliver responded. ‘I jist know what I’m about. I’m bizness, I am! ve hearn it said ye’d pay a right peart sum to hev that cuss, Big Bnckskin, put out 0’ the way! Ain’t that so?” Agnes Andre’s face underwent a change of expression, and_her eyes gleamed dangerously. “So I would!” she replied, in a hissing tone. ‘* Ha is the very curse of my life. He stands be- tween me and happiness, wealth and position!” “Perzactly. Know jest how it is. Now what'll you give to have that galoot put so fur under ground that he can’t never burrow out ag’in?” death within the next hour.” **Then come with me.” Sbe went swiftly back to hershanty residence secured the sum demanded by the giant, and gave it to him, * All right!” Gulliver announced, after count- ing it. ‘Jest ye linger about the camp a bit, and when ye Leer several pistol-shots, yer case is non compus mentus.” He then trotted serenely off, leaving Miss Andre slightly in doubt as to whether she bad done right in giving him the money. How far the giant would have gone is hard to say, had not an unforeseen emergency arose in the shape of no less a personage than Little Bill Bethel. ‘* What d’ye want?” he demanded. “You'll find out!” Little Bill suggested. ““ Whar was you jest slupin’ for?” ““D’rect fer the Guzzler’s Glory, ter git my old biler full o’ forty-rod, which they do say is good ter keep b’ilers from rustin’ on the inside.” “Look out! None of your lyin’, or I'll sali- vate you this minnit. Ye war goin’ fer to drap Big Buckskin, warn’t ye?” “He! he! he! Heerd thet re 1 put up on the gal, didn’t ye? Soak me if I didn’t capter her shekels likea charm, Five thousand ata pop! Jest think uv it! Enuff to keep my biiler filled fer a month!” ““Then you didn’t intend to harm Big. Buck- skin, hey?” “Sart’in not! Et jest occurred to me as how my exchequer war gettin’ low, an’ I'd better bleed some fat pocketbook. Lor’ bless ye, lad, I wouldn’t hurt a hair on Big Buck’s pate fer all ther gold thar is in thesc mountings; not ef I knows myself!” ‘* Waal, I should advise ye not ter try it, fer if ye do, thar’s a powerful sartainty tiar’ll a bumblebee buzz right tkru’ your pericranium. So now, waltz!” Gulliver was not slow in obeying, for hé was evidently afraid of that remarkable lad. When he was gone, Bill sauntered back to the hotel, well-pleased at bis success in bluffing down a man of Gulliver’s huge proportions, “* Bet the gal will Feaek her heels tergether, when she finds out bow she’s bin soaked,” he muttered. ‘Serves her right, durn her!” After his Sav from the presence of Big Buckskin, Jubal Andre made his way back to Lies in a humor that was bad, to say the least. “Beaten again,” he whined to himself. ‘“‘ It seems as if ill-luck is continually dogging me since I have come to this accursed town. Big Buckskin bas the luck of a cat as regards his life, and it is apparent that I have no business to attempt taking it. What is to be done I do not know,” As he entered the town he saw Sal Slap leave the Guzzler’s Glory, and walk over toward the Bonanza Hotel. ; His suspicions became at once aroused, ‘* What the blazes is the ugly she-tiger going “ What will-you charge? Remember, the job | there for?” he muttered. must be done at once!” The substance of their previous interview then ‘Five thousand dollars!” Gulliver declared. | flashed across his mind,
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26 Denver Doll’s Partner. “*Can it be possible that the boy is there, and she is going to betray his identity to Big Buck- skin?” Then came another thought. He had twice seen Little Bill tending bar, and had also seen bim several times on the hotel veranda. “By Heaven! I believe I have made a dis- covery!” be gasped. ‘‘ That youngster is the son of Buckskin and Agnes, and Sal Slap is going to give away the secret, curses be on her! The thought made him fairly desperate, and he quickened his pace with a view of overtaking er. But she had disappeared within the hotel ere he reached it. “Oh, but I’m not baffled yet!” he snarled, crouching down behind a rock, And a maliciously satisfactory chuckle es- gered him, in anticipation of the impending vic- ry. Presently, a man passed near to where he was crouching, and he saw thatit was Big Buckskin, whose footsteps were directed toward the Bo- nanza. ** Ah! but [have you, now!” the villain hissed, and drawitg his revolver he fired. ‘There came back a taunting, sarcastic laugh, while Big Buckskin walked leisurely on toward the hotel, not even deigning to look around to see what had attacked him, Jubal Andre gazed after him like one dum- founded, He was pusitive that every shot he bad fired had hit the sport in the back, as the space be- tween them was not sufficient to warrant a “miss,” even by the poorest marksman, which the old villain was not, by any means. _ Yet the bullets had not taken effect, for surel no human being with six bullets in his bac could walk away with as much sang frotd as Big Buckskin did. * Curses on him!” Andre hissed, ‘he is cer- tainly leagued with infernal power; or else he wears some protective device that renders him bullet-proof. Nevermind! I may get a chance at him again. [ll try him above the shoulders, then, and see if he will refuse lead there!” ‘Ye wull, hey?’ a voice exclaimed, close to his ear, which caused him to start violently. “Yo wull, hey?) Neow, my Christian friend, mebbe jit would be more appropriate and con- derscentingly perlite not ter count yer chickens afore they’re hatched, I’ve allus obsarved thet sech wisdom brought forth better results. My name is Gulliver, an’ [’m jest fresh arrived frum Liliput!” 4 It was the giant, in truth, and he held a re- voiver of like gigantic size leveled at the mock parson’s head. : CHAPTER XIII. SAL SLAP’S DISCLOSURE—AND THE MIDNIGHT WEDDING. Sau Suap did not gain an immediate inter- view with Denver Doll on ber arrival at the hotel, but was told to wait in the office until Doll came down from her room, While she was waiting Little Bill came into the office, attired for the street. No longer a ragged, uncouth-looking urchin was William, out a decidely tony, well-dressed lad. A quizzieal expression came over his intelli- gent face as he saw Sal Slap. “Hello, Willie!” she said, softly. ‘‘ You are | lookin’ right nice to-night!” *“Pshaw! you don’t say so, Sally. For Hea- ven’s sake don’t get mashed on me! What are you doing here?” “Waiting to get an interview with Denver Doll, my lad.” ‘* Humph! what do you want of her?” ‘Tt will make your eyes bung out, boy, when you learn.” ‘“‘Phew! must be somethin’ exqueordinary then?” “You bet it is! tions.” ‘‘ Durn it, don’t be so tight-lipped. Spill out, ef it’s anything worth knowin’. Goin’ ter ’dopt me, an’ make me your heir?” “ No ita ‘“* Some ove want to marry me?” “ Not for vears yet, you ten-year-old general!” “Bah! Come now, you're a sweet, purty duckling of a gal—ain’t ye goin’ ter pan out the secret?” “No, no! You run away for awhile, and when you come back you'll know all about it.” “ Allright, But mind, don’t fool me.” * You'll know!” Sal repeated, grimly. Satisfied that he would gain nothing by teas- ing her, William arranged his tie and sauntered out for an evening stroll. After be was gone, Sal took out a Testament and began to read, seeming desply interested, After a long wait Denver Doll came down- stairs. She was greatly surprised to see the hag, who had never bothered her since the Guzzler’s Glory was started. ““Good-evening, Dolly,” Mrs. Sharp greeted, closing her Testament. ‘‘I have called to see you on important business. Can I see you pri- vately?”’ “Tf necessary, yes. Come with me,” and she led the way to the room in the rear of the office, where a light was burning. ‘** Now please be brief!” Doll said, “‘ for I have much business to attend to,” “Pve a disclosure to make. Did Big Buck- skin ever tell you the story of his bein’ mar- ried?” ‘Yes, yes!” “To Andre’s gal?” “Yes.” “s Well, a child was born.” But don’t ax me no ques- “Does he know what became of it, gal?” ; “No. He suspects that the Andres had it smuggled off.” . **So they did. kindly hands. Leven know where it is now Big Buckskin’s voice was heard in the office just then, ieee Doll sprung to the door and called him in. When he was seated, Doll said: “Mr. Wilton, I have something to surprise you. This lady, Mrs. Slap, knows where your lost son is.” ‘What?’ Buckskin cried, excitedly, I did the job, and I put it Tee ae
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Denver Doll’s Partner. 24 ‘Ts so,” Sal averred. ‘‘ Your son is alive and well, and I saw him not half an hour ago.” ‘*God be praised! Tell me, woman, where is he?” “He bas been as under a mother’s care for. some months,” Sal returned, with a significant glance at Doll. “What! Is it possible you mean Little Bill?” the Detective Queen cried. “The werry same. I’ve kept track o’ the kid ever since I war hired by Jubal Andre to kill bim, when he war a baby.” Big Buckskin bowed his head in his hands and was silent for some minutes, When he looked up there were tears in his eyes. we This is the happiest hour I have known for years,” he said. ‘‘i never dreamed Little Bill was my son, but [ am none the less proud of him. nd I have much to thank you both for, besides what pecuniary reward you can name.” ‘““No reward is necessary,” Sal at once an- swered, ‘‘I am only glad to get rid o the weight on my conscience. But let me give ye a little advice, free gratis. Don’t never let on to the boy who his mother is, for she is a reproach to the both of you.” “You are right. It will be better for the boy to remain in ignorance of the sort of a mother be has, I will now go and find bim.” “No, no,” Denver Doll demurred. ‘‘I have something important to say to you both. Bill will be all right, and you had best not explain anything to bim until to-morrow morning.” She then spoke to her two auditors in low, rapid tones for several minutes, after which Sal Slap took her departure. Let us return to our friend Gulliver and his catch, Jubal Andre. The latter swore furiously.when he saw that he was trapped. “What do you mean?’ he savagely ques- tioned. “T mean that I have cotched ye in a purty leetle scrape, an’ ef ye don’t disgorge I’m goin’ to peg ye in the noddle.” “Man, I have no money!” “Git eout! Fellers like you don’t go broke, an’ don’t ye fergit it! Jest tumble out yer pockets, an’ yer jewelry, an’ I'll let ye go free, ca’se L see’d Buckskin didn’t count ye wu’th noticin’. Ef ye refuse, I'll blow yer head off, sure’s I’m the feller what ten thousand Lilipu- tians couldn’t conquer.” : Seeing nothing more sensible to do, the en- trapped assassin grumblingly obeyed, and Gul- liver profited to the extent of some two hundred dollars, ‘““Now ye kin go,” he said, ‘* while I amble off and line my b’iler wi’ rust-preventive.” Andre at once set out for his shanty, and on his way he saw Little Bill crossing the gulch. Crouching in a shadow, he waited till the boy was within arm’s reach of him, when he leaped forward and dealt him a blow that knocked him senseless to the ground. c With some cords he then bound his hands and feet, and carried him to the mouth of an aban- doned drift, in the dark recesses of which he cast him down, “Tl go and see what Rignold wants now,” he muttered. On his arrival at the shanty he found both Sir Royal and Agnes waiting for him. The for- mer appeared to be in a highly excited state, and was pacing the floor rapidly. “ Where in the world have you been?” he de- manded as Andreentered. ‘‘I have been wait- ing for vou over an hour, and searching for you every where,” “Indeed! Why, I’vebeenabouttown, What do you want?” “Enough! This marriage must take place at once, if at all, and I must immediately after- ward leave for England, where I am wanted within a limited time as claimant to a fortune. A messenger named Backus has been sent after me, aud he says if I do not start at once all is lost. He has proposed we have the ceremony performed outside of town, at nine o’clock, and that we then immediately start upon our jour- ney. “A good idea, But it is nine o’clock nearly already.” “Then get a priest and let’s get at once to work, Is there a minister or priest in the camp, do you know?” ““Yes. One arrived yesterday and hung out his shingle.” “Then go fetch him at once, and we will start for the picture rocks, where the ceremony is to take place. It will be moonlight and romantic,” A sharp rap came upon the door. Sir Royal sprung forward and opened it, and admitted the bum-looking Englishman. ‘Well, what’s the matter?’ Sir Royal in- quired, sharply. “ Jig’s up in that direction, so far as the wed- din’ is concerned. See’d that feller Stark mean- derin’ toward the picter rocks, Guess he smells arat, So, I arranged a different lay-out.” * What?” “Why, I bought off Sal Slap. She’s shet up the place fer the night, ‘Bout midnight we're to come one by one an’ rap at the door, an’ Tl admit you. We'll hev the weddin’, then hosses cluss by, so we kin git a start at once.” “The she devil Sal Slap can’t be trusted, at all,” Jubal Andre averred. “Yes, she can. She said as how she had suth- in’ private to tell ye when ye come.” ‘* Humpb,” was all the answer. “Then it is understood that we will all meet at Sal Slap’s at midnight, prepared for the jour- ney,” Sir Royal said. ‘* Friend Andre, will you attend to the matter of securing the services of a minister?” “‘T suppose so,” was the reply. The villain was not over pleased at the idea of having the wedding at the Guzzler’s Glory, for he could but believe that Sal Slap’s visit to the Bonanza Hotel had been to give up the secret of the whereabouts of Big Buckskin’s son. When the Englishman had departed Andre left the shanty and engaged the newly-arrived clergyman, after which he directed his footsteps toward the mining-drift. He approached the mouth of the drift and peered in. As he did so a huge grizzly bear came lumber- ing toward him, 2% =m
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That was enough! He turned and fled for dear life. He was satisfied, beyond a doubt, that Little Bill was torn to pieces by the monster, long ere this. So he returned to his shanty to await the com- ing of the midnight hour. Midnight! Quiet prevailed in Little Bill’s Bonanza. Every place of business was closed up for the night, and only here and there throughout the camp were lights seen burning, Few people were abroad, and the most of these were making for their respective homes, The bright radiance of the moon fell down up- on the town and revealed objects with startling distinctness, especially the aerial figure of Burk Murdock on the pole. About half-past twelve the last of several muffled figures, rapped at the door of the Guz- aler’s Glory, and was admitted. Insile, the saloon was but dimly lighted, and a@ monotonous-silence prevailed. Behind the bar Sal Slap stood, a grim expres- sion upon her hard face, In different parts of the room were seated the parties connected with the nocturnal affair, viz. Jubal Andre, Agnes, Sir Royal Rignold, and the bum-looking Englishman, Backus, The last comer was the minister—a young, de- mure-looking man, who appeared. to feel strange- ly out of place in the grog den, “ Well, I guess all parties are here,” Jubal Andre announced, *‘and we will get through with the ceremony as soon as possible. Mrs. Slap, will you see that the front door is well locked to insure safety?” “To be sure I will, dear Jubal,” Sal replied, leaping over the bar as neatly as a drygoods clerk could have done. ‘The door is well secured.” Order was then called, and the contracting parties stood up, both very pale and evidently laboring under considerable agitation. The minister produced his book and slowly and clearly read the marriage service, received the answers, and pronounced Sir Royal Rignold and Agnes Andre man and wife. The following instant a rear door opened and a string of persons entered the bar-room. CHAPTER XIV. WONDER UPON WONDER, AND ALL. IS WELL, THERE had been, no doubt, many artistic and striking tableaus within the Guzzler’s Glory during Sal Slap’s reign as proprietress, but it is safe to say there never was one to equal that which marked the entrance of the new-comers following the marriage ceremony. The Andre-Rignold party stood aghast, white and speechless. In the lead of the entering party was the superannuated man of books—George Washing- ton Gum, alias Stark, the detective, Following him came Big Buckskin, with Nellie Kelly leaning upon his arm, Old Prowler, Gulli- ver from Liliput and a blue-suited stranger who looked like an officer. “Betrayed!” Jubal Andre gasped. ‘“* And trapped,” the bum-looking Englishman added. ‘Jubal Andre, you are my prisoner!” 28 Denver Doll’s Partner: “What for?” Andre demanded. no right to arrest me!” “ Haven’t I?” and off came a false wig and beard, revealing the resolute face of Denver ‘Doll! ‘‘Ha! ba! my little decoy has worked even nicer than I ut first anticipated. Jubal Andre, I arrest you for the several crimes of attempted murder, and also for being a ‘ fence’ fora gang of counterfeiters in or near Boise City! Officer Sherry, I band this man over to you, ; The gentleman in blue clothes came forward, and Jubal Andre was handcuffed. Denver Doll then turned to Agnes Andre, who, pale and faint, was supported by Sir Royal. “Miss Andre, by the law of our country, I should by rights arrest you on two criminal charges; but believing you will feel punished enough by the developments that are to follow, I will, at the request of your husband, not arrest you for conspiring to get rid of your infant child, nor for the act’ of bigamy ycu have just committed,” ‘“‘Husband! bigamy!” Sir Royal gasped, pushing the false woman from him, “Ay! Sir Rignold. Big Buckskin was her husband until you lifted the burden from his shoulders. But she is no more a bigamist than you are, for yonder stands your deserted wife, whom I took from the merciless grasp of the world and nursed back to life.” Sir Royal swore furiously, **T never married her!” be raved. “You lie!” George Washington Gum cried, ‘Cand Iean prove it, The priest still lives who performed the ceremony, you infernal demon! Ralph Rignold, at my instance Denver Doll will put you under arrest until I receive a U.S. requisition, when I will have the pleasure of conducting you back to England, and presenting you to the London courts as Mr. Jack De Haven, the ex-convict and burglar!” **T will never surrender!” Sir Royal cried, furiously, But he reckoned without his host; for he was seized from behind by Officer Sherry, and held firmly, while Denver Doll adorned his wrists with handcuffs. ‘“‘T guess you'll come to terms,” Doll said, with her provoking laugh. “Curse you!” was all the reply the baffled bigamist could make, ‘You are making arrests so freely,” spoke up Agnes Andre, “I propose that you arrest yon- der ruffian,” indicating old Gulliver. ‘* Not three hours ago he swindled me out of five thou- sand dollars—” “Of my money, too, you hussy!” interrupted Jubal Andre, savagely. ‘Which you, in turn, stole from Sir Royal!” sneered Agnes, “‘ putting bogus stuff in place of it! “ Charmin’ developments!” laughed Denver Doll. ‘ How is this, Gulliver?” “Oh! the gal gave me the swag as pay fer killin’ Buckskin, but arter I got it, I felt sud- denly pious, an’ couldn’t do the job,” the giant replied, witha grin. ‘I arterwards caught Ju- bal thar, a-shutin’ at Buckskin, and T made him dish ont, too!” ‘*Good for you! Lopine that you’re entitled “You have
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» A 3 —————— ee Denver Doll’s Partner. 29 to all you have got. few arrests do not terminate to night’s little sur- prise, for I have something else tosay for the benefit of those present. ‘*Vears ago, young Sir Clifford Chelton, of Chelton Castle, England, forsook his home, ran away, and became lost to all those who loved him, A long search was made, but he could not be found, and was given up as dead, That is, by all except his father, Sir Hugh. “Sir Hugh could never give it up but what. his son would be found, and with a resolve to find him, he left England to devote his life to the search, purposely leaving behind him evi- dence to lead to the belief that he had committed suicide,” “This is false!” Sir Royal cried, alarmed at the prospect of the great Chelton estate being taken from him. “It isnot. There stands Sir Hugh Chelton, alive and well!” And she turned and ees to Old Prowler, who stood near at hand, The old man seemed taken by surprise. ‘¢ By all things wonderful, how did you find out my secret?” he cried, throwing off the long white false beard and wig, and standing before tbem—a hale and hearty-looking old gent—the real Sir Hugh, sure enough!” “T suspected it from the first you told me of the family matter. The longer grew our inti- macy, the firmer did the suspicion become an established certainty in my mind. But, let me proceed with my story: Sir Hugh’s search seemed useless and fruitless. He grew fatigued and weary, and I guess, finally, when he reach- ed this camp, he was about satisfied that ’twas no use to search further,” “You are right!” Sir Hugh assented. “ But with your failing courage,” Denver Doll went on, ‘my interest was aroused, and made up my mind to find Sir Clifford Chelton, and I’ve found him.” “ What! what!” Sir Hugh cried, excitedly. “Bah! shelies!” roared Sir Royal Rignold, savagely, “T do not!” replied Denver Doll. ‘The old saying, ‘It’s not always best to forsake the old for the new,’ is extremely applicable in this case, as Miss Andre will undoubtedly under- stand, when I state that her wronged first bhus- band, Big Buckskin, is the real Sir Clifford Chelton !’ Agnes Andre uttered a gasping ery. Sir Hugh sprung forward. ‘“My son! my long-lost son! Can this be true?” he asked, with tearful eyes. “Tt is true that I am Clifford Chelton, but how the blazes this ferret-eyed girl ever found it out is beyond my comprehension,” the sport said, as he warmly embraced his parent. “Intuition did it,” Doll explained, with a laugh. ‘‘ And now, as matters have terminated so well through the medium of my little decoy trick, I opine we better adjourn the meeting.” And it was adjourned. The prisoners, and al] hands except Sal Slap and Agnes Andre, went to the Bonanza Hotel. Agnes, wicked, crushed woman of the world, went back to the shanty alone and unpitied. On the arrival of the main party at the hotel, } | And now, friends, these the prisoners were placed in the room in the rear of the office, Little Bill had got back, and was up, waiting for Doll, The bonds Jubal Andre had placed upon him were not tight, and be was free and out of tbe , drift almost as soon as the villain was out of sight, and long before the bear had entered it. As soonas Big Buckskin saw him, he clasped him to his breast warmly. “My son! my son!” he murmured. “Git out!” Bill retorted. ‘* What you givin’ us? I aiu’t your kid,” : ‘But you are, as Denver Doll will tell you, and Old Prowler, here, as you knew him, is your grandfather.” Denver Doll then explained what was advisa- ble to him, and Bill listened curiously. ' * Well, that’s a rum go, ain’t it?” he remarked, ‘*Suthin’ like a Sunday-skew] hymn. So you're goin’ over the puddle, eh, dad?” ““Yes—back to grand old Castle Chelton, the home of iy youth, You are to go along.” ““Wull, | might go and look over the ranch, but ye see I ain’t got no time to devote to rela- tions, Asides, Merica’s the place fur Willum, whar every galoot’s his own king; then, too, I an’ Denver Doll aire partners, you bet!” A few words to close, Jubal Andre and Sir Royal escaped before morning and were never seen in Idaho again. During their guard’s absence a board had been pried off the side of the building, which formed one of the walls of the room, and they had crawled out through this opening and escaped. It was supposed that Agnes bad hired the job done, and aided them to getaway. Thus the law was, in these two cases, baffled, and Stark and Sherry were forced to sct out on the search again. A few weeks later Sir Hugh, Sir Clifford—or Big Buckskin—and Nellie Kelly started for Europe, ' Before going, Buckskin made our heroine an offer of marriage, but she gracefully declined, stating that, although she thought a great deal of him, she was not yet prepared to marry—at least for a year or two. When itcame to part with Doll, Little Bill became nearly frantic, and no coaxing could tear him away from her. And when Doll privately promised Buckskin that she and Bill would visit Castle Chelton, a year later, the handsome sport consented to leave his son behind. “For,” said he, ‘‘ when I get you over the ocean, I hope to keep you both there, and Nellie Kelly shall be your lady’s maid.” Sal Slap kept her word. She burned the Guzzler’s Glory to the ground, married Gulliver from Liliput, and the happy pair have bought a raoch in Idaho, and settled down. : Little Bonanza soon played out, aud a few shanties only stand to mark its site, Little Bill and Denver Doll, ever on the alert for sport and duty, were not long in stumbling into a fresh field of adventures. THE END,
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