Beadle's Pocket Library (no. 273) (1889 04 03)
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LiL a hs \s (mm a OD Copyrighted, 1889, by Brant any Apama. Entered at the Post Office at New York, N. ¥., as Second Class Mail Matter. April 3, 1889. . Publi >. is. 278 ae Ren ee sia Rae, ea Vo eee Mi \ SS] = 000 fPEREEE = La iat “THE STRANGE GIRL RIDER—~THE ONE THAT DECOYED FRED HAWKSLEY FROM US!” GASPE IN WONDERMENT, *
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2 The Girl Rider; NIMBLE NED’S SURPRISE, BY JOSEPH E, BADGER, JR., AUTHOR oF ‘ NIGHT-HAWK KIT,” ‘“‘ DAINTY LANCE,” ‘* BLACK GIANT,” ETC., ETC. CHAPTER I. THE STRANGE RIDER. “Ban! for my part, I believe it sheer non- sense—nothing but a hoax,” ¢ So said I until lately; but now I know there is something in it.” The sentences just noted were spoken in very dissimilar tones: the first one careless and slightly scoffing—the second low and earnest. Both speakers were young and of prepossessing appearance, he scene was an attractive one, though some- what similar ones have been described time and time again. In fact it was tho bivouac ofa hunting-party. In conscious security they had kindled their camp-fire, and now, without a thought of dan- ger, were enjoying that indispensable luxury of a true plainsman—pipes ani tobacco. As already incidentally mentioned, the party consisted of half a score of hunters, all young— the eldest scarcely numbering thirty years. Their hair was worn long; scarcely one of their faces had ever known the touch of a razor, giv- ing their beards a glossy silkness seldom seen, that even the scorching sun or crinkling winds of winter could not destroy. “What do you mean by that, Fred?” quickly added the first spsaker, Edward Campbell, familiarly known as Nimble Ned—a tall, stal- wart youth, who, despite his fow years, had al- ready gained a widely-known reputation for agility in Texas. “ Just what I say, Ned,” and Fred” man Seer. d spoke in a serious tone. ‘‘ I know there is suc a being, because I have seen her—yes, au spoken to her, too.” A general movement followed this announce- ment, and it was plain that the subject under discussion possessed no_ little interest to the hunters. Still, despite Hawksley’s earnestness, they seemed to doubt. “You have never mentioned this before, Fred, Are pee sure there is no mistake?” «*Am Ia fool, Ned Campbell?” retorted the young man, coolly. “I tell you that I saw a mysterious girl rider only three days ago, not two miles from this very spot. And I spoke to her, too, as I told you before.” ‘That's why you were so urgent for us to encamp here, was it?’ laughed Ned. “ But never mind—tell us all about it now.” *°Yes—wno is she? What did she look like? Did she answer you?” eagerly cried several of the little band, “ Well, P'll tell you all I know about it, pro- vided you promise not to make fun of me.” “ You're not at another of your sells, are you, Fred? Honest Injun now.” The Girl Rider. ear ‘No, Ned, I mean just what I say.” “That's enough, Go on. When you talk like that, we know you're not fooling.” ““ Well, as I said, I saw her three days ago, out just beyond the big red rock; you know where that is. I didn’t mention it to any of you, because we had all been deriding Hark Bogan so unmercifully about her, that I was ashamed to tell what I had seen, You may re- member that I was unusually yes that night after getting back to camp. I told you I felt tired, but I was thinking. “You know that the red rock is just on the top of a high swell—the highest ground for miles around, I was climbing this—as my nag was tired and heavily loaded with meat—on foot. Mott suddenly raised his head and whickered. Even had there not comea quick reply, that would have told me there was an- other horse near by, but a neigh did come from directly ahead of me. ‘‘T was then almost on the top of the big rock, And there, beside it, the Girl Rider was. You know how high the rock is. Well, as she sat her horse, her head was ona level with the highest par of the rock, so you can judge she was no baby. “T remembered Bogan’s description the mo- ment I saw this, and knew that I must be look- ing upon his ‘ wild woman,’ At first I could only see her head and: shoulders, On her head she wore a small cap of some kind of fur, with two or three brightly dyed eagle-feathers, such as the Kiowas wear. Her dress—what I could see of it— eemed to be made of tanned fawn- skin, trimmed in Indian style. “Thinking this, I kept on until close to the rock and not half a dozen lengths from the stranger. Then she lifted a hand and motioned for me to pause. That she meant this, I saw from her turning the muzzle of a light, hand- some rifle toward my breast, it resting between the ears of her horse. She seemed like one who had smelled powder before, and I obeyed her. ‘“‘ Now I could see that she was white—though her complexion was that of a rich brunette. A more beautiful face I never saw. I can’t de- scribe it—only that her great big eyes were black and. shining as those of a deer; that her figure was the most superbly developed, the most symmetrical that I ever beheld in my life. Boys, that face and figure have haunted me ever since. If that woman is as good and pure as she is beautiful, she would well worth dying for!” suddenly added Hawksley, puffing vigorously at his extinguished pipe. “ And still better living for—eh, Fred?” and Ned Jaughed. ‘But go on—you spoke to her— this marvelous beauty?” “ Yes—but not until she spoke first to me. I was still staring at her, amazed, for I knew that she did not live anywhere around here—at lea with any one I knew, and there’s_few families in the State that Ido not know. She said: ‘** What is your name? “ Just that and nothing more. told her.” ‘Hal hal the invincible conquered—Fred Hawksley in love with the fair unknown!” “Taugh if you will, Ned,” was the sober re- ply, ‘I half believe it myself. But as! said, f Of course I
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The Girl Rider. vo answered her. She did not speak again, but gave me a look—a glance that set my brain afire—my heart to throbbing like a trip-ham- mer. Then she touched the rein and shot off to the right, swift as an arrow. At a little dis- tance she paused and raised one hand toward me. I was dumfounded then, but since, I be- lieve that she meant itasa challenge to me. I did mount Mott, but jaded as he was, I knew that he stood no chance in a race with that mus- tang. ‘“Ned, as I rode slowly toward camp, the strange woman, whoever she may be, fairly rode round me, then with a clear, taunting laugh, gave loose rein, and dashed away over the prai- rie like a bird. In five minutes she was out of sight. Now, boss, you know all that I know about the matter.” *¢ Hark!” There was little need of the exclamation, for all, both human and quadruped, heard the sound that called it forth, the quick, rapid thud of a horse’s hoofs upon the solid prairie. All eyes were instantly turned toward the arch before alluded to. The hunters felt only curiosity, for they knew that only one horseman approached, Then a simultaneous ery broke from their lips, as they discovered the beautiful Gir] Rider. For a mo- ment they appeared awe-stricken, Sitting a noble-looking mustang beneath the leafy canopy, with form perfectly outlined against the stiJl glowing sky in the west, was none other than the strange being who had formed the subject of conversation for the past half-hour. Her features were indistinctly visi- ble, but there could be no mistake. She sat her horsein true savage style—astride, and, with a dress fashioned for that parpoee: as was hers, the effect was far from displeasing. Her dress flashed back the firelightina thou- sand scintillations, from the beads and silver ornaments that beh studded its folds. The long black hair, slightly curling at the extremi- ties, floated in wild profusion around her form. A light rifle was carelessly balanced across the deep-seated Mexican saddle. Other weapons gleamed from the belt that encircled her round, compact waist. ‘* Who and what areyou, anyhow?” cried Ned, breaking the spell with an effort. The only reply was a low, clear laugh, melo- dious as the notes of a silver bell. Hawksley had not exaggerated in the least. The most skeptical now acknowledged this, mentally, if not aloud. ‘Keep her in sight, Ned,” muttered Fred, as he arose, “If Mott can do it, I'll answer that question before I’m an hour older.” At his movement, the strange rider wheeled ber mustang and seemed ready for flight, her face turned, glancing back over her shoulder. “‘ T can drop the piebald without hurting her,” muttered Campbell, hey erie * No—that would never do. e have no right. Keep her in i think I can over- haul her,” and Hawksley uttered a low whistle, at the same time gliding toward where his sad- dle and bridle hung, - With another on langh, the strange rider turned, and, bending low along the spottéd mus- | tang’s neck, dashed around the timber. Ned rushed to the arch, then paused, muttering eagerly: * Quick, Fred—she’s waiting for you!” Such indeed seemed the case, The woman had only retreated a few nundred yards from the bivouac, and then, as if feeling implicit con- fidence in the powers of the animal she bestrode, had halted, once more glancing back toward the camp-fire. Her actions were strange as her appearance. She seemed inviting—challenging pursuit. {In less than a minute from her first appear- ance, Fred Hawksley sprung upon his noble beast, and dashed through the arch out upon the prairie, The strange rider uttered ancther laugh, clear and silvery, yet with a taunting cadence, that caused the young hunter’s blood to tingle and bis lips to compress firmly. He resolved to overtake the woman, even if it cost him the noble steed he bestrode. ** We'll follow on after you, Fred,” cried Ned, as his friend dashed past him. ‘‘ Don’t be rash— there may be some deviltry in this!” The strange rider tossed back her floating hair with one hand, as the young borderer sprung into view ; then with a peculiar cry she gave her mustang free rein, and sped away with the speed of a swallow. After ber thundered the big yellow_horse, with the long, swinging stride that Fred knew few mustangs could suc- pends cope with, beyond anything over a mile ash. “Quick, boys—saddle up!” cried Ned, excit- edly. ‘‘ Never mind the meat. I’m afraid that Fred is running into some trouble—that creature has bewitched him. See! he forgot his rifle— but he has his pistol. Make haste! we mustn’t lose sight of them if we can help it, though the moon is full and will soon be up, We can fol- low their trail, if needs be.” There was little hesitation. Though the day’s work had been bard, both men and beasts were for arace, and this was no common one, Al- ready the young hunters possessed a burning curiosity to know who and what this strange woman rider really was, and what was the mo- tive of ber strange actions. Hopples. were slipped, saddles and bridles quickly adjusted, and then, weapons in hand, the little party dashed swiftly beneath the natur- al rock, out upon the broad prairie. But where were the two riders—their friend and the strange woman? For a moment a superstitious thrill agitated the young hunters, but then Ned laughed. He saw their foolishness, _ “They’re beyond the swell—we'll see them ina moment. Come on—keep up with me if you can!” His companions followed more deliberately, though at a steady gallop. The moonlight was sufficiently strong to enable them to follow the plainly imprinted trail with little difficulty. In a few minutes they lost sight of Ned Campbell, behind a timber island. Round a point of this the trail led, and dash- ing along, the eyes of the pursuers wildly dilated as they abruptly drew rein. The prairie here stretched out free of timber, almost level for several miles in either direction, And yet not a living object was to be seen upon its surface!
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Was this magic? More than oneof the hunters felt a thrill of superstitious awe, as they glanced at each other. Where was Hawksley and the Girl Rider? Where was Ned Campbell! Took!” muttered a tall, lank youth, Zebe- dee Ruel by name, ‘hyar’s tha’r trail—three critters goin’ at full split. They’ve passed this- away. Reckon we’d best follow on—what say? The trail was faint and indistinct at this point, for the ground was harder, ringing sharply be- neath the iron-shod hoofs, It was the edge of a tract of prairie sometimes found in Texas— more frequently in Kansas and Nebraska—com- posed of sand, gravel and flinty pebbles, over which a horse may pass without leaving a trail. Such was soon found to be the case here, Though all dismounted, even searching the ground upon hands and knees, the trail was soon lost. d ‘Ha! boys, we're fools!” muttered Craig Fen- ton, in a tone of disquiet, “Don’t you know this place? Why, we're not five miles from Col- ton’s Ranch!” “By thunder! you’re right, Craig,” muttered Ruel. ‘‘ Then they must be in the—” “ Look yonder!” Following the direction indicated by the out- stretched finger, the hunters beheld the tall figure of a horseman, standing motionless upon the prairie, not two hyndred yards from their position, And yet only a moment before, the prairie had been closely scanned, without a liy- ing object being seen. CHAPTER II. THE LOTTERY OF DEATH, OTHER events were occurring upon that same night, that now claim our attention. A small timber island that stood close beside the stream before spoken of as running near the hunter’s bivouac, was the scene of a strange and peculiar trial; one that Bebe with propri- ety be termed a lottery of death. Shortly after dark a band of horsemen began congregating here, riding silently into the road, dismounting and tethering their animals in a small glade that occupied the center of the motte. That they were white men was plain from the few words spoken, though the over- hanging trees concealed their features. One man who was among the first to arrive, appeared high in authority, judging from the - deference with which he was regarded by the others. He seemed ill at ease, or very impa- tient, moving restlessly to and fro, muttering more than one curse beneath his breath, stamp- ing his foot fiercely or nervously fingering the weapon at his belt. ‘“How many are there here, Thompson?” he uttered, abruptly pausing beside a tall, muscu- cular frame. if “Seventeen, by my count, Cap’n Jap,” re- lied the man with the stumpy pipefstill clinched etwixt his teeth, ‘Thar’s two more yit— Colton an’ Marcks,” “Can it be that he suspects the purpose of our meeting to-night? The soft-headed fool may have seen his brother since then, and as he knows the laws of our band, that would put him on his guard. Let him beware! He’d bet- The Girl Rider. ter cut his own throat than to prove false to us now. “True as preachin’, Cap’n Ji ap,” quoth Thomp- son, ‘‘We’d sarve him wuss’n we did Hans Koch. But he’ll be here, I reckon, al’ays behindhan’,” “Start the fire, Jim. We must have light for the drawing. Ha! there comes some one now!” ‘“Yes—an’ it’s him, too. racker in the band.” “Good!” then adding, in a low, rapid tone; “You must watch him close, Thompson. When he learns what ison the boards, he may cut up nasty. Keep close enough tohim to grab him if I give the word. You understand?” ‘Bet ye—I’ll do it, never fear,” muttered the man, as he gathered a handful of dried leaves and grass. “Well, Colton,” sternly uttered the man ad- dressed as Captain Jap—his name being Jasper Morton—turning to the last comer, ‘“‘you are late, as usual,” **T could not help it, Captain Morton, kept—” ‘No excuses. But if you ever hope to rise higher in the band, you must break yourself of this habit. Only for one thing, you would have been discharged from the league, long ago. “* And that is—” ““We know you would betray us before the week was out. There—you need not deny it, 1 know you too well. I merely mentioned this now because I believe you need a hint of the kind. You are watched—I tell you that much, You remember Hans Koch? It bas not been so long since that you should forget his fate. Take care that we do not bave to deal with you in that manner.” ‘““ What have I done that you should threaten me in this manner, Captain Morton? Have I yet proved false—haven’t I always obeyed or- ders? ‘* There—don’t get your back up, Jack Colton. What I say is for your own good. If Iam not mistaken you will be tested to-night, more se- verely thau you think, See to it that you do not fail. If you do—yow die !” * ¥ don’t understand you.” “You will, before long. That will do, Thompson. We only require a little light, and some prying eye might catch the glimmer. Now, men,” he added, after a brief pause, ‘gather round and listen well to what I say. We have work to do this night—some of you He’s most He rides the only I was eel may know what I mean, but most of you do not. Listen, well, but keep silence, “First, a word as to the objects of our league, then as to our laws. It will dono harm to freshen your memory on these points, We all know our calling—our name, for it is con- Jiscation—-others call it stealing; but that don’t matter. Among ourselves we are ‘Night Hawks.’ To others we are simple cattle- drivers, mustangers, or quiet settlers, “ We have been organized some six months, In that time our profits have been nearly two thousand dollars per man; a little better than simple farming, But it will be better still, now that our markets are fairly opened, and a chain a
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The Girl Ridex. established along which we can ship our plunder without chance of being detected. All this, however, you know. ‘“Now about our laws, The first is—death to all traitors. The next—death to those who stubbornly refuse to perform the duty assigned to them. Our motto is, blood for blood. If a member of our league is taken priscner, we swear to free him, though it cost the lives of half our number, If one is killed, we swear to avenge him. ‘* You all remember Hans Koch, He warned a friend that we intended cleaning out his cor- ralon a certain night. A trap was set for us, but we escaped it, because a trusted spy dis- covered Koch’s treachery. You know that Koch met his reward, killed him, because the lot fell to me. Had I refused, your laws would bave condemned me, even though I was twice your leader. You wonder why J say all this? I will tell you now. “You know that Koch’s death reduced the number of our league to twenty. There are only eighteen here now. One—Tony Marcks—is ab- sent on duty assigned him by me. The other— Israel Hackett—is dead.” A low murmur of surprise followed this an- nouncement, and it was evident that few, if any of the band bad known of their comrade’s fate. Jasper Morton waved bis band for silence, then resumed: “Yes, Israel Hackett is dead—he was killed last night while performing his duty. He was one of our best men, and now duty becomes a pleasure—we must avenge him as our laws de- mand.” “ He shall be avenged; the name? who killed im?’ came the fierce cry from more than one pair of lips. ‘Keep cool—all in good time, men, We will proceed by rule, It is only one man. And upon one of us the duty falls. We will decide by the lottery. It is the fairest way. ‘Thomp- son—the pouch!” A small, narrow buckskin bag was handed the leader, who knelt beside the small fire that flick- ered faintly and feebly. Ata gesture from him the outlaws—for such they undoubtedly were— gathered more closely around, bending forward and watching bis every motion. ‘You know the rules of this—that a bullet shall be placed in the bag for each and every person present, all but one of them being old and stained by rubbing together—the other one bright and new, Then we draw, one by one, until the bright bullet is chosen. The man who draws that is the one chosen executioner. There can be no refusal, no retreating. It is a sacred command, and the one who refuses to obey proclaims himself a traitor. Do you all under- stand me?” ‘“ Yes—we are all ready!” ‘““ And you?” turning abruptly toward the man he bad called Jack Colton, ~ ““T vow with the rest—I am ready,” came the quiet reply. P “Good! I confess that I had some doubts, for ra have acted rather queerly since Koch’s death,” sneered Morton. “He was my friend: you cannot blame me for feeling touched at his horrible death,” 76 ‘‘ There is nothing wrong in that—only be- ware that you do not let your friendship carry you in his footsteps. His wretched fate would be happiness compared with yours, in that case,” Morton seemed to bave some secret spite against this member of his band, but Colton com- manded himself by an effort of will and with a scow] the outlaw leader turned once more to the subject in hand. ‘“Thompson, mold a bullet, your molds run the truest, Make baste.” Five minutes later, all was ready. Jasper Mor- ton took the bullets—one bright as silver, the others all dingy and dark—and slowly dropped them one by one into the buckskin pouch, so that all could see, Then he shook them up thoroughly. ‘Now, as I call, let each man step forward and draw. You are standing inacirele. I will begin here at my right band, and go to the left. When you draw, open your band and hold the bullet in the firelight so that all may see, You first, Wilkins!” The man advanced, plunged his hand into the © pouch, withdrew it, holding the pellet of lead where the firelight shone full upon it. It was dark and dingy. So were the next half-dozen drawn. Some seemed pleased at the result, others indifferent, but one uttered a low curse, as though he ha been deprived of a prized boon in not drawing the bright bullet. Jack Colton came next, and the features of the outlaw chief lighted up with a gleam of malig- nant Joy, as the young man held up the fatal pellet. It was just what he had been longing for. Had he known the meaning of the word, it is pepe that he would have prayed for this result, “You are the elected, Colton,” he cried, in a voice that rung with triumph. ‘* Your band must deal the avenging blow. But first—toshow that all was conducted fair. See—here are the other bullets, All are dark—you drew the only bright one. Are you satisfied?’ “Yes, I am satisfied. I will avenge Hackett, since fate selects me. Tell me the name, and what I must do,” quietly replied the young man. “You must iil him, and before morning. Such are the rules. No unnecessary delay.” ‘“*f know—his name?” impatiently. ‘“‘ Listen. Of course I am very sorry that it has happened as it has. It would have been better had the choice fallen on some other man; but since you are elected, you must forget all save that you belong to this league,” and as he spoke Morton’s eyes gleamed with diabolical joy. “What cal he mean by this?” faltered Colton, his bronzed cheek paling. “Only to prepare you. Israel Hackett was killed by your brother, Henry Colton !” ‘“My God!” gas; Colton, the terrible truth bursting upon his beart. My trother—and I— but no, no! You can not mean that!” “Thompson, remember what I told you,” cried Morton, sharply sbrinking back from be- fore the agitated outlaw, one hand seeking bis belt. ‘Yes, I domeanit. Your brother killed Hackett, and he is doomed, You took your :
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i : The Girl Rider. chance with the rest of us—you must fulfill your oath,” “T will not—WIl kill you first!” screamed the unfortunate young man, and in his frenzy, his revolver was jerked from the sheath at his side. Now Morton’s precautions stood him in good stead. Thompson sprung forward and clutched the half-crazed outlaw, pinning his arms closely to his sides, holding him powerless as a child, Thus assisted, Morton quickly disarmed Col- ton, then motioned Thompson to release him, With a hot, angry glance around him, the young man stood still, quelling his emotion by a power- ful exertion of will. “Now let me know just what you mean by this action, Jack Colton. Have you forgotten our oath this soon? Do you intend to defy the eague?” ‘*“Yes—when you try to make me soil my Sts with the blood of a brother,” was the firm reply. Xb, you remember the tie now, do you?” sneered Morton, ‘And yet, only a few weeks since, you swore that you’d have his heart’s blood. Have you forgotten that he cursed you, and drove you from his door like a dog, because as he said, you insulted his wife?” “ Ho only served me right, I did insult her, but it was when I was drunk, Never mind that now, I tell you that I will not murder him.” “Take care—you are sealing your own doom by these words. You have been told your duty —obey, or take the consequence,” ‘Let it come. I am ready.” “ Durn the fool—what’s the use 0’ palaverin’?” growled Thompson, ‘‘ Here’s the bullets; shake em up, and give him a turn.” “ For the last time—will you obey?” “ No.” Again the drawing of the death-lottery was gone through, this time even more deliberately than before. Evidently Morton was anxious to put Colton to death, from some reason of his own. During its progress, the attitude of the pervaens for such he now was, did not change, ut his features altered greatly. His resolution seemed dying out as he noted the cool noncha- lance with which the lots were drawn. Life ap- peared more and more dear to him. ‘Tis me!” uttered Thompson, with a coarse laugh. ‘' Well, Colton, my boy, since it’s so, I reckon I must. How’ll you hey it—lead or steel?” ‘Neither, Spareme. Donot murder me!” gasped the young man, pale and trembling. ‘You know the alternative!” coolly replied Morton, ‘“ Do your duty and you are safe.” “You are not dating yon mean this?” “Yes. Strike the blow that avenges Israel Hackett, and we will forget that you refused to do your duty.” “T will doit. Idid not think it was so hard to die, and he did treat me mean—like a dog— he even kicked me!” muttered Colton, trem- blingly. ' Morton’s eyes gleamed, This sudden change seemed to please him greatly. Thompson looked onin disgust. He felt only contempt for this pitiful craven. ** Come, we have lost time enough. Mount, and let’s be going. We'll make a clean sweep of the corrals, too, while about it. Thompson, you and I will keep our friend here com- pany.” and Morton glanced significantly at his acolyte. The little band filed forth from the weods, and then set out over the prairie at a rapid gallop— the one gait of Morton’s horsemen. They had only a few miles to travel, and of that they made short work, Jack Colton rode between Thompson and Mor- ton, his head bowed as though strongly agitated. The outlaw chief was in great spirits. What- ever may have been his object, he was greatly pleased with the course affairs had that night taken. “Yonder’s the ranch,” muttered Thompson, slackening his pace. ‘Now, what’s the pro- gramme, old man?” “Well, our first care is to see that Colton here does bis duty. Either you or I can go with him to the door, just to keep his courage up, you know; the other can take charge of the men and go through the stables and corral.” ** Jest as you say, Cap’n Jap. But how’d we best work it—bu’st in an’ take the critter by s’prise, or knock ’im up?” “Best rap at the door. He'll think it’s all right when he hears Jack’s voice, And as for you, my man,” addressing Colton, ‘‘ remember that your life depends upou how you act this night. Thompson, you will keep him covered with your pistol, and at the first sign of treach- ery, drop him. You hear me?” ““Yas—Tll do it, too, so mind yer eye, ole boy,” and the tall ruffian uttered an oath to bind his threat. “You waste a great many words, I have to do this deed, and I will do it. Why do you threaten so much?” quietly added Colton. “Because I don’t half trust you. I believe you are a traitor at heart, and [ am half sorry that I gave you another chance at the grove, But take care! You'd better have been born dead than attempt any treachery toward us now. While one of the band lives, your life will be in peril.” * His will pee be good a-plenty, but he hain’t got the sand in his craw to act the traitor. But never fret, Cap’n Jap. T’ll see that he puts Hen Colton out o’ the way, or down he goes hisself. Come, we'd better git down here, The houn’s begin to smell us a’ready.” The entire party now dismounted, securing their animals to the rude rail fence, at this point being hidden from the house by the long hay- topped stables, After a few whispered instruc- tions from Jasper Morton, Thompson linked his arm in that of Colton, and glided silently to- ward the house, As they crossed the stile-blocks, a furious barking broke the air, and half a dozen large hounds came rushing toward them. Thompson cocked his pistol, as he muttered in Colton’s ear: “Quiet ’em, Jack; still the brutes, or you'll never live to make love to Hen’s widow!” ‘Should you harm me, those brutes would tear you to pieces before you could fire twice,” coolly replied Colton. ‘See — they know me.” The huge hounds had recognized the hand
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The Girl Rider. that had so often fed them in days gone by, and their angry grcoting turned to one of joy. With difficulty Colton kept them from leaping upon a bedy in a swarm, jicking his hands and ace, Thompson uttered an oath. The baying of the hounds had aroused the inmates of the building, for a faint light shone through the heavily-shuttered windows. “Wal, it don’t matter much, a’ter all. We won't hev to knock so long. But now mind how ye act, Jack Colton. You see—I hey my shooter cocked an’ ready. The fu’st crooked step you make—down goes your apple-cart! Onderstand?” “Yes, But suppose he refuses to open the door?” “He won’t if you play it fihe, You tell him to open: thet you’re hard hit—bin in a muss at the Corners. T'llsw’ar to it. Thet’ll fetch him, sure. So—kinder lean on me. It'll look better an’ ’l] hide your barker from him ontil he comes out. Keep cool now, and mind your eye, for your life depends on ee) doing this job slick an’ without any bunglin’.” “All right. You hail him. I’m hurt too bad M8 call so loud,” added Colton, with a sickly laugh, ‘Hellow—the house You, Hen Colton—I say—durn it all, man, be ye deef?’ roared Thompson, supporting the young man upon one strong arm. ‘“What’s wanting out there?’ demanded a clear, strong voice from the interior, ‘“ You're wanted—got a sick man here thet needs a little dovtorin’. Some kin o’ your’n, I reckon, Says he’s your brother,” “What's that?” and the heavy door was cau- tiously swung ajar a few inches, “It’s me, Henry,” and the young man’s yoice trembled. : “What's the matter with you?” the settler demanded, a trace of suspicion in his tone. ‘Nothin’ much—only eut up a little. Monte Pete an’ One-eyed Johnny doubled teams on him, down to the Corners, They’re subjects for a fu’st-class wake, an’ the lad here is hurt con- si@’able. He would “hev me fetch him here— said he wanted to make up’th you, or somethin’ like that. But I reckon he’s wu’th two dead critters yit,” hastily explained the tall outlaw. “Its true, Henry. Give me shelter for one aoe or until my hurts can be looked to. You will? “* Of covrse—you are my brother still, though you bad acted twice as bad as you had done, Come—let me help you.” The settler, unsuspecting treachery, out upon the porch, his countenance expressing stepped his anxiety. Then Thompson nudged Jack Colton with his elbow, as he loosened his hold. What followed was quick as thought. A bright flash—a sharp report—a death-cry of intense agony—a ‘heavy fall upon the broad stone steps. Then Colton, still clutecbing the smoking pistol, sprung forward, and seizing his brother pushed him forcibly back into the building, in a moment rs Sa heavy Oaken door and drop- ping the stout bars into place, Inside the brothers—outside, what? A writh- ing, bleeding cee from which the life was rapidly ebbing. Thompson the outlaw had Sg outwitted, and paid the penalty with his ife, Ashe gave Colton the signal that the time had come for his bloody deed, the young man turned his pistol against his breast, and fired. With bullet-pierced breast, the outlaw fell, dying. ‘Gear Colton was thunderstruck. At first he believed that the assault was upon him, but when his brother closed and barred the door, with that horrible groaning outside, an inkling of the truth flashed upon bis mind. “* What is this—what do you mean Jack?” he gasped, bewildered. “Tt means that I have saved your life, Henry, for the present. But come—is the house well secured? We'll have a desperate fight on our hands before many minutes.” ““Yes—all is secure. But explain—I don’t - Mo ie ie You are not hurt—that man i “No, I am well. That was part of a plot. But first—out with the light, then go and tell your wife that you are safe, Tell her that there isno real danger, for we can casily beat them off until day,and they’ll not dare stay longer, for fear of the neighbors. Gonow—then hasten back here.” Henry Colton followed his brother’s advice, for he heard his affrighted wife calling his name in anxious tones from the upper half- story, that answered for sleeping apartments. A true woman of the border, she felt safe on socks him unhurt, and stilling the child, she hastily dressed and followed her husband to the lower floor. “Mary, this is no place for you,” murmured Henry as she glided to his side. ‘‘Go and stay with Tommy. There may be danger here,” “No more to me than to you, Henry, I can load your weapons for you, if you have not time. No—I will not go. Tommy is safe up- stairs, and my place is here beside you.” “* Let her cane a Henry. It will show me what I have to make amends for. Mary,” added ~ Jack, his voice sounding husky, ‘“ while I have time, let me pray your forgiveness. I was drunk and half-crazy, or I would have known better than to have insulted you. You will try and forget my words?” : ““Yes—and we will be true brother and sister after this. You cannot guess how deeply it hurt me, knowing that I had caused hard feel- ings between you and Henry.” “He was right—it was my fault. But Pll make amends, if my life is spared.” His brother understood this last remark, though Mary did not, for Jack had, in a few hasty words, told him all, How, when driven from his home by his only brother, be had fallen into the tempter’s snare, and become one of Jasper Morton’s ‘ Night Hawks.” He told him too of the death-doom sworn by the outlaws, and that while one of the Night Hawks lived, neither would be safe from danger. It was this thought that clouded both their brows, Henry Colton marveled greatly that no at- tack had been made, eg full quarter of an hour had elapsed since the fall of Thompson, crore
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but a word from Jack explained this. The Night Hawks, busy plundering the stables and corral, no doubt fancied that the death-cry pro- ceeded from the settler, and that the chosen executioner had done his work well. But they would soon discover the truth, and then— “Hal it?s coming now!” muttered Jack Col- ton, in a low, strained tone, as a peculiar whis- tle came faintly to their ears. ‘‘That’s Mor- ton’s signal to Thompson.” ‘“‘Stand in this corner, Mary, out of range, We must show the devils no mercy now, and remember that the more we lay out to-night, the less we will have to fight in the future,” sternly added the settler. ‘* ff the moon only shone brighter!” muttered Jack, his eyes gleaming viciously. ‘I'd give Rod hand for a fair shot at that devil, Mor- n “T know him now. If he’s wise, he'll keep out of range. Louk! yonder they come!” The rifles of the brothers clicked ominously, and then two dark muzzles protruded slightly from the small loop-holes, The house had been built with an eye to defense against the Indians, though until now the settler had been unmo- lested. The outlaw whom he had shot he de- tected riding off on a valuable stallion, the day before, and at his rifle’s crack, Israel Hackett fell dead. Horse-stealing was regarded as an even more heinous crime than murder in those days. asper Morton had chuckled fiendishly as he heard the shot and death-cry. He believed that his plans had been successfully carried out, But he became uneasy at the long delay of his acolyte, and gave the signal as stated. No answer coming, he began to suspect the truth, and mustering his men, was now ap- proaching the dark and silent building. “When you are sure of your aim, Jack,” mut- tered Colton, “‘ tell me.” “Pm ready now.” “ Then—fire!” Two whiplike reports rung out upon the clear night air, sounding almost like one. Two of the Night Hawks fell to the ground, writhing in their death-agonies, Wild cries broke from the survivors, and with one accord they broke and fled, seeking the nearest cover, for the moment completely demoralized, The brothers laughed, and quietly reloaded their weapons. But Mary seemed greatly agi- tated. AsHenry noted her pale and frightened face, she murmured: “ What if they fire the house ?” “My God! Idid not think of that!” gasped Colton. CHAPTER IIl. THE MIDNIGHT CONFLICT. A STRANGE fear filled the breast of the young hunter, Nimble Ned, as he dashed away over the prairie, his eyes riveted upon the point where he had last seen his friend in hot pursuit of the weird rider. And yet, had he attempted he could not have given expression to this dread in words. Something seemed to tell him that Fred Hawksley was running blindfold into a deadly peril—the more to be dreaded because unknown, p G The Girl Rider. ‘ eR. _—ea—X—e—ee————— eee eee nnn rc That mysterious Girl Rider was acting the part of a decoy. All the rumors that he bad ever heard of her now flashed across hif mind. Until this night he had treated them with contempt, believing them mere fabrications, or else finding birth in a superstitious imagination. Aside from his personal friendship for Fred, another inducement spurred Ned on. Rumor had it that the handsome hunter had surren- dered his heart to fair annie Hawksley, Fred’s sister, and for once the owner was correct, When they set forth upon their hunt, Fannie laughingly bade him take good care of Fred, though there was an undercurrent of serious: ness in her tones that Ned understood. He knew that Hawksley was rash and adventurous, even to foolhardiness when his blood was fairly aroused, and he bad promised her to take care that he returned all right. Asudden ery broke from Ned’s lips, and he east rapid glance around. He saw that the moonlight had deceived him—that he was at least a mile further west than he had believed. ~ All was plain to him now—the mystery was a mystery no longer. ““The barranca—they are there—it must be so! But how—my God! can that girl have been a spirit ?” he ranger reeled in his saddle, The strange events of that night had unmanned him, and wild fancies took possession of his brain. He half believed that this Girl Rider was nothing but a delusion—a phantom who had lured his young friend on to his death, by a fall down the arranca that, though still invisiblo, he well knew lay before him at only a few yards’ dis- tance, His mind a strange medley, Ned urged his horse forward, and in half a dozen more bounds stood upon the verge of the barranca ; a deep, narrow ravine, with almost perpendicular sides, the bottom thickly strewn with jagged bowlders of different sizes, He peered down into the darkness, his horse slowly trotting along the escarpment toward the north, e Suddenly Ned gave vent toacry. Close be- fore him seemed a narrow pathway leading down into the ravine, He urged his horse forward, and descended below the level of the prairie. Buta very few moments convinced him that even if he could descend to the bottom, be could do little good without lights, and turning, he scrambled once more to the level ground. He saw that his comrades had come up, and were now standing asif amazed. His was the figure that drew the cry of astonishment from Craig Fenton, “Quick, boys,” eried Ned, riding toward them, “‘ dismount and get something for torches, They must be down there—but whether dead or alive, God only knows!” _ “You think that she—” began Fenton, in a tow, bushed voice. ‘IT don’t know—I am afraid to think. But don’t talk—make haste. We must search the ravine.” Whe woods were near, and the young hunters well knew what to select for torches, In a few
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The Girl Rider. minutes they were back to the edge of the bar- ranca, where Ned had already kindled a light with his flint and steel. Bearing the feebly flickering torches, the party descended into the barranca by the baa that, though rough, was amply wide. They slowly advanced along the rough, rock-strewn bottom, holding aloft their torches, expecting with each movement to come upon the dead and mangled form of their young friend. The flaring lights caused the shadows to dance and move weirdly, and a dozen times in as many minutes, their hearts were set in a wild, sickening shudder as one of their number be- lieved he beheld the object of their quest. But as often the mistake was proved, The search was continued in silence, None cared to speak. The same superstitious feeling was upon all, All in all, the night was one not soon to be forgotten. They had carefully searched the barranca up- on both sides of the spot for which the trail had pointed, and yet nothing was discovered. They puisnchanged glances. Could it be that the chase had turned and skirted the ravine? Ned then said: “Give him a salute. Hemay be in here, hunt- ing for the girl, if she hid from him. It can do no harm, and may do good. [If alive and within hearing, Fred’ll answer.” The rifles were discharged, one quickly suc- ceeding the other, and then all listened breath- lessly. Minute after minute passed by, without any reply. Campbell drew a long breath. “Well, let’s go. If he7is in here, he will not mind a little delay—for he must be dead!” Slowly the little party retraced their steps and emerged from the barranca, Mounting their horses they rode slowly off along the edge of the flinty ground, scattered at regular inter- vals from that to the trees, in order that, should one overlook the trail, another might find it, ** Ha! listen—you hear that?’ Ned's voice trembled with excitement. Two muffled reports came roaring over the ees unmistakably that of firearms. All eard them, and fora moment believed that it was Hawksley signaling to them. But then Ruel—the keenest ear, by far, among them, cried: “Ef it’s Fred, he’s at Colton’s, Them shots eT a asaoaele e’d hardly have gone there—and if he di why would he fire?” . a ‘He wouldn’t—'tain’t him.,, Boys, you hear me; thar’s trouble thar!” muttered Ruel, as several more reports—sounding confused as though fired in an irregular volley—came faintly to their ears, “That’s so—ride now, boys; never mind the horses. There’s more at stake than their lives!” gritted Campbell, for the moment forgetting the strange disappearance of his friend, in the knowledge that others were threatened, “ Ha—look |” Ned it was that spoke, but the gesture of his outstretched hand was unheeded. All eyes _be- held the same object, and easily interpreted its meaning, Sweeping round a ‘timber island, a thrilling fight burst upon their gaze. A bright glare was rapidly ascending to the heavens, spreading and growing more and more vivid with each moment. Once glance told them the meaning of this. A house was burning—the house of their friend and neighbor, Henry Colton! That this was the result of no accident, was equally plain, for again there broke forth the significant crash of firearms, It meant murder and rapine, “ We must make it, boys, whether it kills the horses or not!” gritted Ned. ‘‘One more dash, and we'll do—now !” With the words, spurs were plunged rowel deep into the already deeply-scored sides of the tortured beasts, and with wild snorts of pain and terror, they dashed madly toward the. bril- liant light. Holding their breaths, the youn hunters handled their weapons and _ prepare: for the result. The half-mile was lessened to one-half, that to a third, and still the animals thundered on. ‘ A stumble—an almost human groan of agony, and one horse is down, the hot life-blood spurt- ing from his mouth and nostrils. It is that of Ruel, The tall hunter was prepared for this, He felt the noble brute’s sides collapse, and with a nimble spring, aligbted softly upon his feet. ‘*Good—hurry up, Ruel,” cried Ned, who had witnessed the act. ‘Bet ye—I'll be thar!” and the hunter bounded forward like a deer. Tt may seem strange that the Night Hawks take no alarm at this approach, but they did not. The prairie grass was thick, the turf moist and springy; the burning building roared and cracked loudly, and they were all intent upon watching the doors, knowing that the inmates must soon emerge orelse die a horrible death in the flames, , They had not long to wait. Those within were not men to die tamely, while a chance re- mained to deal a blow at their enemy. To stay within was certain death, To come out seemed equally hopeless, yet they chose this alter- native, The front door was flung wide and two forms sprung out into the open air, with cocked and - leveled rifles, A rattling volley was fired at them, but their movements were so quick, their change of position so abrupt, that most of the missiles went wide of the mark, One fell to his knees—it was Henry Colton, A wild shriek was added to the tumult, and Mary, his wife, who had been forced to remain behind while the men drew the fire of the Night Hawk, sprung out, her little boy clasped to her breast, and flung herself beside the wounded settler. | Colton seemed invigorated by her presence and once more sprung erect, his rifle echoing the death-knell of an outlaw. Then a wild cry broke from his lips as he sunk back. He caught sight of the rescuers. A hoarse cheer—a deadly yolley—then the young hunters sprung from their trembling animals, and with drawn pistols, rushed to close quarters. But the Night Hawks did not tarry to test their metal, i As a band they were annihilated. Two- thirds of their number had fallen, what with the fire of the besieged and this withering vol-
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10 ley, discharged “as they all rushed forward to complete their murderous work, With cries of terror the survivors turned and fled for their horses, followed by a rapid discharge of pistol- bullets, Jack Colton had escaped the storm of bullets that saluted their bold dash from the blazing building, and tee cey 3 his now deadly ene- my, Jasper Morton, the Night-Hawk chief, had fired at him. The outlaw staggered, but did not fall, and he was one of the few that gained their horses, With a curse of rage Colton dashed aside his useless rifle and sprung after Morton. There was reason in his action, for he knew that bis ie to be in peril as long as the outlaw ived, Twice he fired, but without apparent effect. The Night-Hawk leader sprung into a saddle, then urged his horse to rapid flight. Colton promptly imitated his action, and the two, pur- sued ani pansae, soon disappeared without the line of light shed by the blazing dwelling. **Look to these devils, Ruel,” hurriedly ut- tered Ned, as he looked around upon the scene, “Tf any are living, bind them. We'll havea hanging-bee here to-morrow!” “Ok, Ned!” sobbed Mrs, Colton, ‘come to Henry—quick! He's dying!” * No—he’s only hurt a little, not much, He'll be all right in a minute or two,” soothingly ut- The Girl Rider. tered Ned, though far from being so confi- pei his heart. ‘* How is it, Colton, old fel- ow? The settler smiled faintly, then murmured his wife’s name. She was beside him ina mo- ment, and then, with her hand clasped in his, he Swooned. * Now, Mary,” uttered Ned, as firmly as he could, ‘* be strong—nerve yourself, for on you may depend Henry’s life, If you take on this way, it’]l kill him sure!” “T will—I’ll be calm. But is there hope—he is not dead?” **Pooh! far from it. You'll not be a widow for many a Jong year yet, my dear sister. It’s only, loss of blood, with the excitement, you see. While he spoke, Ned was carefully examinin Colton’s wound, and to his great joy, foun that he had told the truth unknowingly, Only one bullet had struck him, severing a minor ar- tery in the Jeft thigh, causing a profuse flow of blood, but nothing that rest and quiet would not cure. ** What d’ y’ think, Ned?" muttered Ruel, his face black with suppressed anger. ‘*‘ Whatd’ y’ think them imps hev done?” “What?” demanded Ned, alarmed. he Shot them dorgs! Every one—dead es a ty! “Ts that all? ‘You startled me half to death!” “ All—all? Them dorgs—the best in Texas— truer’n death—oh, thunder!” spluttered Ruel. “Never mind ’em. Are there any horses around besides ours?” ** Yes, them what was rid by those car’on.” ** The boys must ride further then. We must rouse the neighbors. Colton and his wife need care, and then we must hunt down the villains | that escaped. Besides, there’s Fred—he must be found.” With a grieved look at the carcasses of his fa- vorite ‘‘ dorgs,” Ruel strode off to set the hunt- ers at work. An hour later, the wounded man and his wife were on the way to shelter, and Ruel was leading the hunt after those who had killed bis dogs. CHAPTER IV. THE BARRANCA MYSTERY, Ir was a bitter blow to the Night-Hawk lead- er, Jasper Morton, to see his long-worked-for revenge thus snatched from his very grasp, just as the game seemed entirely in his own hands. Long-worked-for, we say, for the reader must have seen that his was no common enmity to- ward the two brothers; why, may be explained hereafter. Morton recognized the rescuing party, and knew that all was lost. Few among that picked band but would have been a good match for him single-handed, even before he received the wound that well-nigh disabled his left shoulder, With a bitter curse at his ill-luck, the outlaw sprung upon his horse, and plunging spurs viciousiy into its ribs, dashed off in rapid flight. Three others imitated his example; either from chance or a hope that the young hunters would not separate, each outlaw chose a separate course, riding for dear life, As we have seen, Jack Colton marked his enemy, and followed in hot pursuit upon one of the horses that the Night Hawks had left fas- tened to the rail fence in the rear of the stables, Then began another mad, headlong race, the third one that had crossed the prairie that night. The moon still shone brightly, and Colton could plainly distinguish his quarry, save when a ridge intervened for a moment. The distance separating them was not more than two hun- dred yards, at the most, and to his fierce joy Colton saw that this was gradually being lessened, and while urging on his excited horse, he assured himself that his pistols were in readi- ness for use. ‘Stop! Jasper Morton—coward!” he cried, in a voice that trembled with rage and hatred. “Stop and prove your manhood—it is only one man that chases you.” The Night Hawk turned and glanced over his shoulder, but instead of checking his madly rac- ing steed, he bent lower in the saddle and urged him to a greater speed. Colton fairly howled aloud in his rage as he saw the outlaw slowly but surely creeping away from him, and draw- ing a knife, he thrust its keen point several times into the hips of his horse, Snorting wildly, the tortured brute sprung forward with a speed that seamed to rival that of the lightning’s bolt, and Colton laughed aloud as he raised his revolver. Another score moments and he felt that he would be within range. Then his pistol cracked, deliberately, at regu- lar intervals. His nerves were like iron now, and he felt that revenge was bis at last. But the moonlight was deceitful, the motion of his horse unsteady, and the bullets hissed
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a l The Girl Rider. il harmlessly by the fugitive, A bitter curse broke from his lips as he emptied the first re- volver, , Torusting it into his belt, he again made use of the cruel spur. With wild, killing bounds, the tortured animal brought his merciless rider near the foe, Again Colton leveled a pistol—his second re- volver. At its sharp report, the horse be- strode by the Night-Hawk leader gave a sudden bound, that told the bullet had found its mark. The pursuer laughed aloud, and leveled his weapon once more. The pursued uttered a fierce, despairing curse, and, turning in his sad- dle, fired three shots in quick succession at bis relentless pursuer, Fortune favored bim in the result, for though scarcely pausing for aim, one missile fciled Col- ton’s bopes. With a shrill sbriek of ; ain, the noble brute stumbled and fell, casting the settler headlong to the ground. A bullet bad struck its foreleg, that, already overtasked, gave way, causing the heavy fall. Morton heard the fall, and_ glancing back, uttered an exultant laugh. For a moment he pressed hard upon the bit, as though he would return to contemplate his triumph, but* then, altering his mind, he spurred on. He was well-nigh disabled, and did not know how many or close were bis pursuers. He was in no condition for a fight just then, His wound, freely bleeding, already caused him to feel faint, his head beginning to swim dizzily. Added to this, he felt his horse weaken and act as though falling. For a moment he won- dered at this, for it was his own animal, a roved good one, but then he divined the cause. ne or more of the settler’s bullets had found their mark. With hard-drawn breath and gritting teeth the outlaw glanced over his shoulder. To bis joy the prairie was clear of pursuers. Then Colton had been alone! The horse twitched his tail, and his ears dropped. Morton knew what these symptoms meant, and he prepared for the result. Draw- ing hard upon the reins, be slackened his speed. It was time. The poor brute was trembling convulsively, the blood oozing from its nostrils and hanging lip. Morton sprung to the ground, with a fierce curse. _ The horse staggered when relieved from his weight and gave a faint whicker as it turned its head toward its master. But that was all, yan an almost human groan it fell forward, ead. ** Curse the luck!” snarled Morton, wincing with pain as he moved his left arm. ‘“ Just now when I most need bim—wounded, too! Them devils will be upon my track by daylight—and where can I go?_In the motte? They'd unearth me there, Ha! 1 have is—I can bide in the bar- ranca—at least untill can pick up strength to gofurther. There’s a thousand holes among the rocks that I can hide in; unless they try hounds,” and he started at the thought, for he knew that in such a case, he was indeed lost, Still Morton knew that the barranca afforded him the best chance of eluding the search that he knew would be made for him, if only by Jack Colton, as the rocks would leave no sign for hu- man eyes to trace bim ont by. His horse had carried him to within half a mile of the ravine, and though feeling weak and faint, he set out at bis best pace for the refuge, not daring to stop even long enough to dress his wound, He little dreamed of the adventure that was to befall him there, else he might have hesitated before choosing the barranca in preference to the woods, A few minutes carried the Night-Hawk chief to the edge of the barranca, and then he has- tened along the verge, seeking for a spot down which he might clamber without too severely exerting his wounded arm, <A mutter of satis- faction greeted his success, and Morton cautious- ly groped his way along a winding trail that evi- dently led down to the bottom. He, even then, noticed that his trail had been used, but that gave him no uneasiness, So too had a score of paths at as many different points, . by both human and beast. The trail led him toward the southern extrem- ity of the barranca, and on reaching the bottom, he naturally continued on in that direction, For some time bescughtamong the buge, thick-lying bowlders for a snug covert, without finding any that satisfied him. Before him loomed up the rocky barricade thet had checked the progress of the young hun- ters while engaged in their search for Fred Hawksley, earlier on that same night, Morton, however, had reached the opposite side, facing the north, instead of south, bs Among this pile of bowlders Morton hoped to find a secure refuge, and had almost gained its foot when a low cry broke from bis lips, and he abruptly paused, crouching down to the ground, one hand clutching a revolver-butt. strange object had caught his gaze—doubly mac: in that place. “Was it only fancy?” be muttered, peering curiously forward, ‘I don’t see it now—it’s nel And yet I don’t think it was a firefly. ar While muttering these words the outlaw slowly rose erect until he assumed his former - position. The exclamation told that he had again caught sight of the object. This was a small point of light, clear and brilliant, glowing steadily and unchangeably. As he slowly raised bis bead, Morton saw that this only shone from a small aperture, for be- yond a certain point, in either direction, it was invisible. For atime the Night-Hawk chief forgot his bodily pain and exbaustion in wonder, There was something strange in this light, shining from that lone and wild spot, and he resolved to in- vestigate, Keeping his eye riveted upon the star-like point, he slowly and cautiously advanced, with almost every step losing sight of the light, but then recovering it again. this manner he gained the lower bowlders, and it seemed now that he could reach the light by simply out- stretching his hand. Instinetively he raised an arm, hei laughed faintly at bis own credu- lity. Cautiously Morton climbed further aa the rocks, his eyes still fixed upon the light. fragment crumbled beneath his hand, and he
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fell forward, striking his head with violence upon a rock. The shock and pain wrung a slight cry from his lips, and the pistol slipped from his grasp, clattering sharply upon the stones, fortunately not exploding, Quickly recovering himself, Morton glanced forward; but the light was gone] The blow upon the head confused .him, or he might easily have avoided what followed, In- stead of retreating or concealing himself, as prudence would have dictated, he remained perched upon the bowlders, endeavoring to dis- cover the light. A faint metallic clink canght his ear, and quickly following the sound, his eyes seemed to outline, though dimly and indistinct, the figure of a human being among the rocks, Only the one brief glimpse was afforded him, for a blind- ing flash filled his eyes—a stinging pain shot through his brain, and with a wild ery he flung aloft bis arms, falling backward to the ground. When he recovered consciousness, the outlaw captain found himself lying upon a soft couch evidently formed of skins, for his hand clutched some hairy substance. A heavy throbbing pain filled his brain, and his wounded shoulder ached horribly, With a half-conscious groan he raised a hand to his head. It touched a sticky substance that he knew was clotted gore, Then it was not all fancy—there had been: a human form standing before him, and the blinding blaze came from a pistol or rifle that bad wounded him, “So you have come to,” uttered a deep voice, coming from above or behind Morton’s head. He started to a sitting posture, and uttered a ery of terror as his hand sought his belt, only to find it weaponless. A low, taunting laugh followed this movement, then the voice added, as footsteps movod toward the outlaw: **You need have no fear, my dear sir; you are safe here for the present, at least.” Morton turned his head, and by the dim light saw a tall figure standing beside him—the figure of an old man with close-cropped hair and smooth-shaven face. As he gazed, he know that this was the man who had fired the shot that Founded him, while searching for the mystic ight, ‘Who are you—where am I?” he faltered, shrinking back from the stranger. **You are here—I am myself. That is all you need know for a while. If you prove the man [ fancy, I may tell you more. But in the mean time, lie still. Your wounds need dress- ing, and I now have time to attend to them. Since you came I’ve been busy watching the movements of some of your friends—a very articular one, I judge, from a few words [ gard him mutter,” and the tall man gazed keenly at the wounded outlaw. ; “Who do you mean? I don’t understand you,” he muttered, tremblingly. “Tt was Jack Colton, I think,” slowly added the man, Morton shrunk back in terror. He was to- tally unmanned now, and beard the name with a shudder. “‘ He—you won't let him—” “No, Ho is gone; but he must haye fol- 12 The Girl Rider. lowed you close. I thought you were good friends.” ‘* How—you know me?” gasped Morton. The strange man laughed, “There are few persons in this region that I do not know. You go by the name of Jasper Morton. But I don’t think that is your real name, If it is, so much the worse for you, You will never leave this place alive.” ‘* Mercy—what harm have I ever done you? Why should you threaten me this way?” “No particular harm, but you have my secret, Thatis reason enough. Youmay judge whether Iama man to balk at trifles, by my having shot you as you were spying into my af- fairs, Ihave asecret andanend. That secret must be kept from all until my purpose is at- tained. lf you come between, so much tho worse for you; you must be disposed of—or, in plainer ter:ns, I shall kill you.” “But if I am not really Jasper Morton?” added the outlaw, anxiously. “That matters little unless you be one of two persons, Prove to me that you are either of those two, and you are safe.” * And who are they?” quickly asked Morton, “That you must tell me—not I you. But never mind now. I must—” The strange man abruptly paused in his speech, and the wounded outlaw uttered a gasp of terror. A wild shrill cry—almosta yell, rung clearly upon their ears, It scarcely seemed like the voice of a human being, unless of one hope- lessly insane. The stranger frowned angrily, and a curse broke from his lips. Then he uttered a low, peculiar whistle, twice repeated. Morton had turned half-round, forgetting his pain in wonder and terror. As the whistle sounded the second time, he saw a dim, shadowy figure glide out from the darkness, and stand before the old man, Though he could not distinguish the features of this new-comer, Morton knew that she—for it was unmistakably the form of a woman—was young, from the lithe, rounded figure and agile, graceful movements, The old man spoke a few quick words that the outlaw could not catch, then added aloud as ho strode away: “Tf he attempts to arise, Lola, shoot him. He must not escape yet.” ““T donot fear him, If he is wise, he will lie still.” Morton could scarce believe his ears, Tho words and voice were in such direct contrast. The one soft and musical as the notes of a bird, the other stern and determined, Strange events were crowding fast upon him that night, but this was the strangest of them all, Speechless and half-stupefied, he gazed upon the woman before him, Never before had he beheld such marvelous beauty—loveliness of a fiery, yet voluptuous, Oriental type. She was tall for a woman, several inches above the medium hight, in fact, but all was the most perfect symmetry. Her hair, black, glossy and luxuriant, hung in heavy masses below her waist, unconfined save by a simple band of’ beaded doeskin that crossed above her forehead. Of a dark, Spanish-like complexion, with large,
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The Girl Rider. is | lustrous eyes, cheeks tinged with the red blush of perfect health; with full, slightly-pouting lips of scarlet, rich, juicy and tempting; round- ed chin and graceful neck, sloping down to a bust that Venus herself might have envied; a round, compact waist incased in a neatly-fitting dress of whitely-tanned doeskin: leggings of the same material fitted the round, swelling limbs, ending in dainty, beaded moccasins. Standing in an attitude of careless ease, the strange beauty was gazing half-mockingly upon the wounded outlaw, one hand clasping the butt of a small, silver-mounted revolver with an ease that bespoke long use and perfect familiarity with the weapon. ‘Who are you?” muttered Morton, staring at ker as though at a phantom, “I’ve seen you before—where?” ~ “fam my father’s daughter,” and the strange girl laughed clear and musically. “Do you think to gain from my lips knowledge that he refused you? Wait; in good time you shall know all or—nothing.” “You threaten, too? What sort of a hornets’ nest is this I’ve got into, I wouder?” The strange girl laughed, her eyes and white teeth gleaming from out the dim light. But there was a peculiar expression to her face that sent a tbrill through the outlaw’s frame. He had seen its counterpart once, as he faced a wounded panther, In this woman’s eyes there was the same cruel, deadly glitter that he had noted then. Morton cast a quick glance around him. The dim light had imperfectly revealed his sur- roundings; still, he could tell that he was under ground. The chamber he was in was low and irregu- lar, of no great dimensions, the walls and roof of intermingled earth and rock. Around him hung various weapons, rifles, pistols bows and arrows, Indian tomahawks and knives, Robes and furs were scattered around, or hanging from the walls. The truth flashes upon him. The light he had discovered came from this chamber, the en- trance to which was in some manner concealed beneath orin the rocky barricade that inter- sected thebarranca, In falling he had alarmed the inmates. Then the old man must have shot at him, in the treacherous light aiming too high to produce death, though a fraction lower would have ended the outlaw’s carcer Rierer. niicairad orton shuddered again, and the girl turned her head quickly, the fire deepenitig in her eyes, as another cry came from beyond the oint where the old man had disappeared. botr a low, gasping, gurgling sound and all was . i ‘* My God! there’s murder going on in there!” cried the outlaw, half-urising, ero expressed in every feature, “Lie still—move another inch and there'll be murder here as well!” sharply uttered the girl, asthe pistol rose to a level with Morton’s head. “Down with you, or 1 fire!” Morton sunk back, bathed in cold sweat. In a few moments the old man reappeared, wiping his hands upon his dress. The outlaw shud- dered convulsively as he noted the dark, red stains that discolored the skin. What deed of horror had been enacted in that further cham- ber? “You can go back to your station now Lola,” be uttered, ina calm, even tone, “If t wish your presence I will signal you. Now, sir,” he added, as the woman disappeared from view. ‘I canattend to you. But first, let’s see if there be any need of dressing your wounds. A manat my time of life dislikes unnecessary trouble, As I told you, if you are Jasper Mor- ton, or indeed, any other than one of two per- sons, there will be no need of dressing your hurts, because, in that case, you must be dis- osed. of, before you have a chance to make known what ycu have discovered concerning this place and its inmates.” “ You mean to—to murder me?” “Exactly—that is the vulgar expression of what I mean.” : ‘* Why did you take me in here then?” “ Because—first, you seemed very curious to learn what was going on inside; entirely too curious to suit my ideas of propriety. So I shot you, and I meant to end your pryings for- ever, too. But when I bent over you to see if you were really dead, something in your face struck me, and I fetcbed you here to see what truth there was in the surmise. Now tell me— are you Jasper Morton; is that your real name?” ae Yo.” “Good! then what is? Remember that the truth alone can avail you, if anything. Of course you can not guess the names that run in my mind. Speak out—what is your real name?” orton’s lips parted and his throat twitched, but he could not speek. The knowledge that his own lips might condemn him, was horrible. The resemblance that the old man had been struck with, might after all be mere fancy. “Spare me—I will take my oath—will be’ your slave, your dog, if you spare my life,” he muttered, great drops of cold perspiration start- ing out over his forehead. “T take no man’s oath,” was the cold reply. - “Speak out—or I will believe you lie in saying your true nameis not Jasper Morton and re- ward you with this,” and ashe spoke, the cold muzzle of a revolver at full-cock touched the outlaw’s temple. “Take it away—I will speak, if you only lower that!” gasped the wounded man, sbrink- ing back. 8 Very well. Be quick.” “My name is James—James Mestayer,” falteringly. *“You are king the truth?’ coldly de- manded the old man, keenly eying the trem- bling wretch. © “*'Yes—the truth, so help me—” “Never mind, Don’t exult too soon, You had a brother?” : ‘““Yes—Thomas, He died—was killed in Cali- fornia,” “What was your father’s and your mother’s names?” “James and Lucinda,” : “You had an uncle who married a sister to your mother?” “Yes—father’s brother Albert, And you—
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i4 The Girl Rider: ou are the man!” eagerly cried the outlaw. ‘You are the Barranca Wolf!” “Yes, I am the Barranca Wolf—Albert Mes- tayer, your father’s brother. In your face I saw what James was when young. That was what stayed my hand. I believed that you was my nephew, either James or Thomas, though I had not seen either for near twenty years. Then you can guess—but no, you were too young then, and [ made James promise never to tel ke the black story,” muttered the old man, alf to himself, The outlaw, Mestayer, as we must now call him — gazed keenly and_curiously at this strangely-found relation. He scarce knew what fo think. Until now, he believed him dead, for that was what they—himself and brother—had been taught to believe. “Never mind, We will talk matters over after awhile, when you are stronger. If what I have heard of you is correct, you may be of service to me, But now, let me look to your sue and you can tell me how you received the rst, As the Old Wolf’s nimble fingers bound up the wounds, the younger Mestayer told the events of that night, as far as he knew them, concealing nothing. He did not not fear his uncle would sbrink from crime. CHAPTER V. THE MAIDEN’S PERIL. Over a week had passed by since the night on which this story opened, a week during which much had been done though little ef- fected. Early in the day following the house- burning, a heavy shower fell that effectually obliterated all trails left by the fleeing Night- Hawks, and also destroyed Ned’s hopes of discovering his lost friend with the aid of hounds. Through that long week he had scarce rested an hour ata time, spurred on by the pleadings of Fred’s sister, Fannie Hawskley. Hesearched every rod of the barranca, in company with Ruel and several others of the lost man’s com- rades, but without finding the slightest trace or clew. They clambered over the rocky barri: cade, little suspecting the secrets it concealed, or that the old man and bis peerless daughter were silently laughing at them for their molelike blindness, Thoroughly convinced that their friend had not entered the barranca at all, the young hun- ters returned to the level prairie, There a sur- prise awaited them, Beyond the barranca, a mile distant, they caught sight of a horse poating upon the juicy grass, One glance sufficed. It was the big yel- low horse, Mott, on which Fred Hawksley had set forth in the pursuit of the strange woman. The animal was alone, saddled and bridled, Nothing could be seen of his master, All was done that human ingenuity could de- vise, but at the end of the week all was wrapt in darkness, Nothing was learned regarding the young man’s fate, nor, during that time, had anything been heard of the strange woman rider, Both had seemingly disappeared together, with- out leaving any trace. Tt was nightfall when a single horseman drew t rein before the dwelling of Archibald Hawks- ley, dismounted, and, with plump saddle-bags then over his arm, approached the front oor. The traveler bore evidence of having ridden many a mile, in the sand and dust that covered his garments, and his heavy horse-hide boots. There wasa peculiar air_about him that tolda settler his occupation. Everything, from the heavy, ‘‘ black-snake” whip down, stamped him a drover. Archibald Hawksley, a tall, stalwart man, bearing his years well, warmly greeted the stranger. Five minutes later, the drover was comfortably seated, pipe in mouth, awaiting the evening meal that Fanny was overseeing. During supper, Fannie several times caught his gaze resting fixedly upon her face, and felt a strange, ill-defined uneasiness that she could not entirely banish, And yet this strange scru- tiny might well be pardoned, for the maiden was very pleasing to look upon, and the drover seemed just in the prime of life, when one’s pres is most quickly caught by a fresh, lovely ace. After srEpe was dispatched, the men stepped inside, and with lighted pipes, continued their bartering. Haley’s eyes often wandered toward the house, seemingly admiring its structure, a two-story building being something of a novelty at that time, so far on the frontier. That evening Ned called, as usual since Fred’s disappearance, to report progress. It was the same story of baffled search. othing had been learned regarding the missing man, Mark Haley seemed deeply interested in the story, but could offer no suggestion that had not already been tried. Hawksley sunk into a troubled reverie, and then abruptly retired, first showing Haley his room, An hour later Ned took his departure, sad and heart-sick. For several months he had been Fannie’s accepted suitor, but never until oe bight had she set the time for their wed- ing. ‘*Ned,” she had said, looking up into his bold, handsome face, as his arms tightly encircled her lithe, rounded form, “I can not marry until Fred returns home, or—or isfound, If alive, hifog Sue here; if dead, bring me proof, and I will be yours.” “Tf man can do it, Fannie, I will. Good-by, darling. I will not come any more until I can bring you tidings, either good or bad.” ‘ God bless you, Ned,” she answered. Ned dared not reply in words, but their lips met in a long, clinging kiss of pure and holy love, then he tore himself away, and mounting his horse, galloped furiously off toward his own ome, Mechanically Fannie closed and secured the door and windows, then covered up the embers in the fire-place with ashes, and taking acandle, slowly ascended the stairs to her chamber, Though she knew it not, eager eyes were fixed upon her form until the door closed behind her —eyes that burned with an evil glow—the eyes of Mark Haley, the drover, Nearly two hours passed by after Mark Haley watched Fannie Hawksley to her chamber, be- fore he made a move, Then, with moccasing SS
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——— = -__—@ — The Girl Rider. i6 upon his feet, instead of the heavy boots, he noiselessly emerged from his room, having in one hand a small bull’s-eye lantern, the slide only partially turned. In the other he beld a small patch of what looked like solid paper or cloth, and a coil of stout string. The bushy black beard seemed one-sided, as though it was fulse, and had become slightly disarranged. The house was still as death. Evidently the inmates were all peacefully slumbering, fora time happily forgetful of their great loss, Haley smiled viciously, showing the white teeth through the busby mask of bair. He chuckled, low and exultantly.. Thus far his plans had worked admirably. The settler had not suspected him for other than he seemed. “‘It works like a charm—had I ordered all things, they could not have turned out better to my mind,” he muttered, as his ear was bent close to the door of Fannie’s chamber. ‘ She sleeps—I can hear her breathing regularly, If I can only reach her before she awakes, A cry from her lips would fetch that man upon me, and J do not wish to kill him—not yet; a differ- ent death phanaquick one by a bullet awaits him. A thousand times I could bave done that —but my revenge is better, much better.” These last words were hissed forth with a venom indescribable, Though he knew it not. Archibald Hawksley was entertaining his mo: deadly ene Gently Haley lifted the simple latch, and his eyes snapped exultantly as be found the door yield to his pressure, Closing the dark-lantern, Haley stealthily en- tered the chamber, closing the door behind him. Stealtbily, noiselessly, like a serpent of evil, the masked fiend crept toward the bedside, with ready implements that_had been provided before entering the house, Fannie breathed on soft and low, as he noiselessly arose and st . beside her, Only for a moment did Haley permit himself to gaze upon the picture of peaceful innocence, then he acted. One hand hovered over the maiden’s throat, while the other, holding the prepared plaster, clapped it adroitly over her mouth, * The maiden, thus rudely awakened, looked at the intruder with horror-distended eyes, but the cry she strove to utter, died away in her throat. The plaster closed her lips effectually, and the brawny hand tightly clutched her throat. Mark Haley was complete master of the situation, “Lie still—act wisely and obey, or it will be Es worst for you.” Fannie, half strangled, asked the question with her eyes—*What do you ean to do with me?” “TI do not intend to harm you, but you must go with me. As the nightis chilly you will need wraps. Promise me not to attempt to remove this plaster, and I will free your hands so that you can slip on your clothes. Refuse, andI take you as you are, in night-dress alone, ick— decide. I have no time to waste, If you promise, close your eyes.” \ Fannie read stern determination in her cap- tor’s eyes, and ae the best of affairs, signed ber assent as indicated, Haley laughed. The villain handed Fannie her garments, and trembling she donned them. Haley thrust her shoes into the pockets of bis great-coat. Scarcely waiting for Fannie to secure her dress, Haley seized her arms and bound them firmly with the string he had provided, then served ber ankles the same way. With knife clinched between his teeth, Haley picked the maiden up in his strong arms and rested her over his shoulder, his arms pinned beneath her. Then he picked up the dark-lan- tern and stepped out upon the landing. Opening the slide to throw a faint light be- fore him, Haley began descending the stairs. Twice he paused and listened breathlessly as a stair creaked beneath his foot, but fortune fa- vored him, and he gained the outer door in safety. While he was undoing bolts and bars, Fannie moved restlessly upon his shoulder. her tightly he hissed a horrible oath in her ear, ‘With a gasping gurgle, she resigned all hope of are rescued, She dared not give the alarm. She felt that inscant death would follow, and, even in this great peril, life seemed very sweet to her, Stepping outside, Haley gently closed the door bebind bim, then with a chuckle of fiendish tri- umph, he glided rapidly awsy from the house, toward the stable. Pausinp -: tside, he deposited the maiden upon the ground. Only one obstacle now intervened between him and absolute victory, and he bad strong hopes that he might avoid this. As the settler showed him the horses he wished to dispose of, Haley noticed a huge dog—an almost full-blooded mas- tiff—and learned that to his care was confided the stock at night. ¢ A curse Faso through Haley’s teeth, as he saw that only over the dead body of this faith- ful custodian could he bope to secure his horse. Bending down he caressed the dog, then, like lightning, the heavy knife was brought round, sinking to the very hilt in the dog’s side. A balf-stifled snarl and the huge brute leaped at the man’s throat, bearing him to the ground ~ like a child. But this was needless. The 3 was already dead. His leap had been merely convulsive, and the jaws barely closed upon Haley’s throat, The teeth did not raze the skin. Flinging the body from him, Haley quickly saddled and bridled bis horse. Leading him forth, he once more picked up Fannie, mount- ing with the agility of youth. ‘“* Now, my dear,” he muttered, as he care- fully removed the plaster from the maiden’s lips, ‘‘I do this in pure kindness of heart, and I hope for your sake that you will not abuse my confidence, It’s not likely that we will meet with any of your friends, but if we do and_you should cry out, that cry will be your last, You understand?” ‘Where are you taking me? Why have you done this? What have I ever done to you that you treat me so?” faltered Fannie. ‘“‘ Nothing—but your father has—much. Never mind now. It will be explained to you in due time, Until then, keep still. It will be better for you,” was the brutal reply. Fannie dared not disobey this command, and Clutebing . /
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46 f relapsed into silence, But with each passing H moment her natural self-possession grew | stronger, aud she began to take note of the ti direction in which she was being taken. Haley Ff made no attempt to prevent this. Hoe seemed to feel that Fannie was too entirely in his power to make this knowledge dangerous to his plans. For over an hour Haley galloped steadily on, and Fannie felt her heart sink as she realized that they were now far beyond all habitations of her friends, with nothing but the vast, almost limitless prairie stretching out before them, Where was she being taken? What had fate in store for her? Her eyes were closed, her head drooping in draped, when, with a low, fierce curse, Mark Haley suddenly drew rein, With hope thrilling her heart, Fannie eagerly raised her head, and gazed around. Before them, blocking the very path oy had been pursuing, she could just distinguis the forms of three men. Though their features were indistinct, the dress bespoke them white men. She saw in them a last hope, The threats of Mark Haley were forgotten or disregarded, In a clear, imploring voice she cried out: ‘*Help—for the love of God, save me!” i With a snarling curse, Haley lifted his i clinched fist and drove it forcibly full between her eves. With a convulsive shudder, Fannie’s head drooped, and she lay a lifeless weight upon his arm. **Hellow! what’s the meanin’ o’ all this, any- how?” gruffly demanded one of the three men, pe eg forward, his rifie-muzzle in advance. “What ye got thar, mister?” ‘*None of your business, Attend to your own affairs, and don’t meddle with mine,” boldly re- plied Haley. “Eh? Jes’ lis’en, boys, Don’t he crow loud? Reckon you don’t know— Why, hellow! Is’t Me: Cap?” and the man lowered his weapon, is face expressing great surprise. “T don’t know you—stand aside, or ’ll give you cause to regret interfering with matters that don’t concern you,” snarled Haley, his re- volver coming to a level. “You will,eh? Is that the way you treat old pards, Jap Morton?” and the rifle was quick- ly raised to a level. ‘Curse you for a meddling rascal!” hissed eon Haley, and his pistol spoke sharp and clear, Like an echo the rifle responded. Then came a shrill cry—a heavy groan and dull fall; then cd shots, a confu trampling—then al] was still, - — CHAPTER, VI, THE LOST TRAIL, Wirx the dawn of day, Archibald Hawks- ley emerged from the house, and set about his morning duties. Though he noticed the door was unbarred, he thought Fannie had forgot to secure it, But he was not long deceived. As he entered the stable, a cry of surprise and rage burst The Girl Rider. from his lips. Before him lay the stiff and man- gled body of his faithful mastiff. One glance round the interior told him the stranger’s horse was missing, though all the others were safe, Scarcely knowing what to think, he rushed toward the house, where he was met by his wife, pale and agitated, ‘« Father, where is Fannie?” Pale and stern, with blazing eyes, the settler dashed up the stairs, and burst open the door of the room assigned to their late guest. It was empty. The bed had not been pressed that night. With a groan of heartfelt despair he sunk into a chair. Though he knew not the cause of its being dealt him, he realized the full force of the blow. “ Father, where is Fannie?” oh nee the pale and trembling wife, creeping to bis side, ‘*God only knows, but I will find her, That man—that devil must have stole her, Foo] that I was, to let his lying tongue so blind me! But : he shall pay for it.” “Ob! Fannie—my child! my poor child! gasped the bereaved mother, for the first time realizing the full weight of this new blow. ; “ Peace, Esther,” coldly added Hawksley. ““We must work. Do you go down and send j the children round to the neighbors with the tidings. Bid them come here at once, ready for work. I will take his trail, and you can send them after measthey come in. I will leave plenty of signs so that they can easily overtake me. Be sure and send for Ned. now—there is no time to lose, I must look first if he left Ss clew.” rs. Hawksley, her terror and despair mo- mentarily stilled by the stern and peremptory words of her husband, hastened down-stairs to dispatch the children, as directed, for assist- ance. He rode out from the yard, and making a broad circuit, quickly struck the trail. ‘ Bending low in the saddle, Hawksley rode on i at a rapid gallop, his keen eye, sharpened by a knowledge of his child’s peril, picking up the trail unerringly. Straight as the flight of a crow, for miles, led the trace. Hawksley’s brow darkened as he noted this, The abductor seemed striking for the broad, unsettled prairie. Checking his horses, he bent down and picked | up a circular patch of cloth, covered with some sticky substance, J One glance was all that he could pate > he sunk to the ground, bowing his head upon ay his knees, shuddering convulsively, like one sud- - denly stricken with a chill, The horriblo truth seemed plain to him—he believed that before him lay strewn the remains of Fannie, his child. | The greensward was trampled and torn, stain- ed here and there with crimson blotches. Tat- | tered and torn, he saw a bright, particolored 1 patchwork quilt that he knew had covered his i daughter’s bed. Further to one side was a frag- ment of her dress, also bloodstained. Hawksley remained thus, bowed down in ! mute agony, until the quickly repeating thuds | of horses’ hoofs approaching in rapid gallop : roused him, Then he clutched his rifle and % glared around, his bloodshot eyes blazing with vengeance,
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as The Girl Rider. i? “Hold! Hawksley—don’t fire—we're friends,” cried a loud, clear voice that he recognized through the blind passion that possessed him. Slowly he lowered his rifle, passing a hand across his eyes, as though something obstructed his vision, He did not return the salutation, nor speak a word as the two young men rode up, but silently pointed a finger toward the ghastly relics that strewed the sward. ‘“* My God! what is this?” gasped Nimble Ned, reeling in his saddle, shrinking back as a horri- ble fear struck to his heart. Zeb Ruel—his companion—did not speak, but dismounted and slowly approached the spot. He examined the blanket, then the fragment of Fannie’s dress. There were other pieces of cloth, evidently from garments worn by a man. Abruptly pausing he poked at some object with the butt of his rifle. Whatever it was seemed wound round a fragment of bone. Stooping, he gingerly freed it with his fingers, then held it aloft, critically eying it, Ned and Hawksley both uttered little cries, They could see that it was a massof hair, though the dust that covered it disguised the color. Shaking it gently, Ruel examined it closely. A long, low whistle, expressive of surprise, broke from his lips. ‘What is it, Ruel?” faltered Hawksley. ‘See! a skelp—no, by thunder! it’s a false b’ard!” was the astonished reply. “Let me see,” and Hawksley snatched the article from Zeb’s hands. ‘* Yes—it is his! He —Mark Haley wore this, and I—cursed fool that Iam!—I thought it natural! Then it is true, as I feared—they are both dead! Fannie, my darling child—oh God!” and sinking to the ground, the stricken father burst into tears. ‘Don’t bother him, Ned,” hastily muttered Ruel, as Campbell sprung from his horse, “It'll be the savin’ o’ him—them tears. He’d go plum crazy else—an’ no wonder, nuther. First Fred, now the gal.” ‘Then you think—” faltered Ned, chokingly. “But we don’t know,” was the hasty reply, for Ruel knew in what relation the young couple stood to each other, and dreaded the result, ‘* An’ I never give up hope while thar’s a chance left. Ske may be rubbed out; I don’t say she isn’t. But why—who by? Surely the fellow wasn’t cussed fool enough to kill her an’ then hisself! You see some one must ‘a’ helped—an’ that’s jest what we must look for now. You must belp—you’re good on the trail—an’ itll keep you from gittin’as he is, Gothat way—I’ll go this, Look cluss round the aidges o’ the trampled spot. Maybe we kin find sunkthin’ to pay us,” — 2 eparating, the two young men crouched low down, care iy and thoroughly scratinizing wey. inch of the ground for several yards be- yond the edge of the torn and trampled spot, Their search was successful, for at almost the samc moment a cry announced some discovery, “What is it, Ned?” muttered Ruel, springing to his friend’s side. ‘* Prints of a horse’s hoofs at full gallop. See —they toe away, and—look! See the blood- spots! “Sure enough—plenty, too, But now the question is—was thar anybody on him? Right here he looks as if he was runnin’ loose-like. But let that rest fer a bit, an’ come over an’ look at my find. I want your ’pinion on it, Them pesky wolves hes ‘most blotted it out.” “It’s the print of a man wearing a boot,” muttered Ned, after a close scrutiny. ‘He is leaving this place—onarun, See how the toes cut in!” * Right—but—” “With boots on, you say?” interrupted Hawksley, who had risen unobserved, ““Yes, and large ones too.” , ‘Then he did not make them, for he left his boots at the house, with his empty saddle-bags, so’s to step easy,” suggested Ruel. “*Hark! some one is coming.” “Two, rather, from the sound. "Yes—see; it’s Fenton an’ Morley. Jest in time, boys,” he . added, as the two men rode up to the spot. “We want you, with Hawksley here, to take an’ foller up this trail, while Ned an’ I look to tother ‘ne. Grupp the feller alive, mind ye. Whoever he is, he kin tell all what happened Lt last night, Think you kin foller it, Mor- ey “Ef any man kin, I kin,” quietly replied the little, wizen-featured hunter, throwing his bridle-rein to Fenton, “Tf you git him,send up a smoke 0’ wet grass. We'll see it, an’ we'll do the same if we git sure news fu’st.” But little more was said. Hawksley had b this time entirely regained his composure, and, though he firmly believed that his child was dead, he resolved to bear up until he had drank dee ¥ of revenge. He, together with Fenton an orley, set forward upon the trail, the old hunter tracing it up with the certainty of a bloodhound, Ned rode his horse, leading that of Ruel, who preferred walking at present, though tke trail was plain enough to be followed from the saddle. He was trying to decide whether the madly-fleeing horse was ridden or not; a diffi- cult task at the best, unless by long trailing. “Tt’s the crittur that is hurt,” muttered Zeb, after a while, ‘an’ that too in the head or neck. *Ca’se why? You see the drops o’ blood is most- ly scattered ina line, an’ on some o’ them is scattered dust an’ dirt, Ned abruptly pulled up, and Ruel closely scrutinized the ground for a minute in silence. Then he arose and leaped into the saddle. He had decided that the horse was ridden. “Now look well to your weepons,” he added, as he set forward st a hard gallop. ‘Thar’s a man ahead o’ us, an’ he was mixed up in the scenes back thar. Whoever he is, we must take him; but don’t do no more’n cripple the cuss.” “We're not far from the river, now.” “No, The varmint is makin’ straight for it. Tbe fool! A hoss thet hes lost a bushel o’ blood like this one hes, hain’t got no call tryin” to cross the ford now. I only hope he won’t drown’d the man, too.” r The ford was almost directly opposite the camp, and the trail was running in a bee-line for it. “T knowed it—see, the tracks lead down inte
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SS ee 8 The Girl Rider. the water,” muttered Zeb, his keen eyes search- ing the further banks, ‘* Mebbe he crossed, but {reckon he had to swim forit. Over we go— it’s the quickest way.” The horses took willingly to the water, and though at one time they were forced to swin desperately in the raging current, their strong limbs prevailed, and the two hunters were soon in safety at the other shore. Zeb Ruel leaped into the shallow water, tossing his reins to Ned. Then the two men began closely scrutinizing the ground between the river and the timber. For full half an hour they searched without success. It was evident that the horse had not crossed, anc’ Paul was inclined to believe that the rider had been swept off into the deep water below, when, hampered by his wounded steed, his death would almost inevitably follow. “Hal look yonder!” cried Ned, directing: his companion’s attention over the river to a ta’ column of dense black smoke, ‘‘Tt’s the boys; they’vye found sometinin’ on the other trail. We'd better go back.” As he uttered these words, the tall hunter suddenly paused, and bent his ear to the ground foramoment, Then rising he glided swiftly toward the arch-like opening between the two timber islands; reaching this, he beckoned vehe- mently for Ned to follow, “Look yonder!” he hissed, grasping Ned’s arm with convulsive force, his other band out- stretched toward the open prairie. “The strange Girl Rider—the one that de- coyed Fred Hawksley from us!” gasped Ned in wonderment. “It?s her—shure! Kin you take her? Your critter’s fresh, Ketch her an’ you kin tell whar Fred’s gone to.” “Pil do it or kill my horse, Stand aside, Ruel,” excitedly muttered Ned, “Easy—she’s comin’ closter. Look to your girth—see that it don’t fail ye now. Ef vou eain’t do better, drop ‘ither her or her critter, Ha! she has caught sight o’ you. Durn it! why didn’t we hide closter?” It was true. Upon a ridge scarcely a mile distant was the strango woman, riding the spotted mustang that had served her so well when Fred Hawksley was in pursuit. The sun shining brightly, had outlined the two hunters clearly against the open background, and she had evidently caught sight of them, for she drew rein, gazing in their direction with one hand shading her eyes. As Ned leaped upon his big bay horse, she wheeled the mustang and dashed back over theswell like an arrow. Touching his mettled horse, fairly warmed to his work by the morn- ing’s ride, Ned sped swiftly over the rolling prairie, almost in the same tracks that he had made a week before, when pursuing the same creature, Would this chase end as disastrously? His brow darkened and his teeth gritted fiercely as he resolved to give the race a different ter- mination. A fierce joy filled the young ranger’s heart ar the woman rider again appeared in sight, for he could see that already he had lessened the in- terval between them. Both animals evidently were fresh, and it was to be a test of their su- periority—a war of races, eel As the woman neared the timber point, she turned her head and glanced back over ber shoulder. Ned almost fancied that he could de- tect her scornful, taunting laugh as she waved a hand toward him, then bending forward, disap- peared behind a clump of trees, ‘Now I will know—if sho is gone, then I have her foul. I'll solve the mystery of Ford’s disappearance, and that too before this day’s sun sets!” he muttered, as his spurs rankled the big horse’s sides, na few moments he also rounded the point of trees, and abruptly pulled up his horse, with a low cry. As he suspected, the prairie was open and untenanted. The strange rider had disappeared, But then as he glanced downward at the tracks of the spotted mustang, Ned saw that they turned abruptly to the right, running close to the underbrush, instead of heading for the barranca, CHAPTER VIL ON GUARD, NIMBLE Nep sat his horse with an air of ir- resolution. For a moment he appeared at a loss what course to pursue, He glanced quickly around him. The black column of smoke had disappeared, Evidently Zeb Ruel had regained the other party. Ned was in a quandary whether to hasten to join them, to search for Fannie, or to follow up the faint clew that lay before him, which might lead to the discovery of his lost friend aad al- most brother, Fred Hawksley. With an effort he decided, “Tt is what Fannie would wish, did she know it,” he muttered, as he shook the reins free, “‘There are better eyes than mine at work over yonder, and I could do no particular good. She would tell me to bunt for poor Fred,” Ned was following the trailof the spotted mus- tang, bending low iu his saddle, for the ground was rapidly Fart 2 more hard as he advanced, and the small hoofs had not cut deeply into the turf, Though keen-eyed, the young uae soon found that he must dismount, or run the risk of losing the trail altogether. Like a well-trained dog, the big bay horse fol- lowed him at a little distance, Step by step Ned picked up the trail, that gradually grew fainter and more indistinct, A strip of flinty ground led from the bar- ranca clear to the timber’s edge, At the edge of tis strip all traces ended, One glance decided this, and then Ned skirted the further side, until at the underbrush, He saw that a horse could not have forced a passage into the timber without leaving unmistakable traces of so doing. A grim smile lighted up his countenance. He knew now that the barranca contained his quarry. ‘*So much settled,” he muttered, triumphant- ly. ‘‘I don’t think the time is lost, for now I will have only one side to watch. Come, miss, madam, whichever you may be, I think you will find it harder to pull the wool over my eyes now than last week. It’s you and I for if now, and the smartest brain wins.” Signing for his horse Mgptollow him, Ned
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The Girl Rider. i9 looked to his rifle, and glided toward the edge of the barranca, He paused upon the edge, and while closely scrutinizing as much of its bottom a peesie from his position, he meditated deeply. “T's plain,” he muttered, finally, ‘‘she took the piebald with her, else 1 must have seen its tracks, There are places where a horse can be concealed down there, but not many. Now, shall 1 go down and hunt her out?” He soon discovered a path, narrow and steep, yet amply wide enough to permit a sure-footed horse to ascend or descend without much diffi- culty, leading down tv the bottom of the ravine. His keen eye could detect the signs of hoofs having pressed its surface, though bow recently could only be surmised. ‘It leads in the right direction, too—that is, toward the pile of rocks, \30mewhere near that I believe lies the secret. If so, the game’s mine.” The young hunter had decided upon his course. Craft and cunning must be hisaid now. The stakes played for were far too important to be lost by a rash or premature move, Motioning his horse to remain stationary, Ned hastened to the timber and soon secured several small leafy branches, and a handful of dried Sere Holding these, he glided cautiously along he escarpment, his eyes closely scanning every foot of the bottom, He neared the rocky barricade without dis- covering anything that could possibly afford concealment for a horse, and then, crouching down, be narrowly examined the pile. Then, with strips cut from his hunting-shirt, he carefully bound the twigs and dried grass upon his head and shoulders, in sach a manner that his vision was unobstructed, while conceal- ing. bis form, or two hours he lay motionless, patiently watching, only shifting his gaze occasionally up the barranca, to make sure that his quarry was not escaping him in that direction. As he cau- tiously turned his head toward the barricade, after one of these glances, a glow of light filled his eyes, and he started convulsivély. He saw that his surmises were well-founded. Before him stood the woman—the strange rider whom he firmly believed to be a decoy for some be and subtle purpose, e had time but for the one glance, for then the vision disappeared like magic. How, was He could still see the dark niche that er form had filled, and he knew that this must be the entrance to some underground retreat, His resolution was taken in a moment. He forgot bis usual prudence, in the thought that the solution of his friend’s stran disappear- ance lay within his grasp. He did not give a thought to the danger he might be running, nor of the fores he might encounter in his search for the strange woman. **Run to earth at last!” he muttered, as he looked to the caps of his revolvers. ‘*You shall not escape me this time. Ill know where Fred is, if I have to force the words from your lips.” Ned critically scanned the side of the bar- ranca beneath him, It was precipitous, and yet he did not like to lose the time for going up yo the path, So lowering himself by the hands, | he dropped lightly to the rocky ground beneath, accomplishing the feat in safety. Drawing a revolver, he cautiously neared the rocky pile, his eyes riveted upon the opening in which he had beheld the strange woman, As he peered into the dark hole, for the first time a doubt as to the prudence of his course struck him, and he hesitatea, in doubt whether it would not be wise to signal to his friends, knowing that the smoke column would quickly bring some of them to his side. At that juncture, a slight, rustling sound meti his ear, and quick as thought he threw forward his left arm, at the same time raising his istol, The action was purely instinctive, for . could see nothing, but it probably saved his life. A crushing blow from some unseen weapon fell upon his fore-arm, hurling it helpless to his side, then all was ablank. The same blow had fallen, though with a broken force, full upon his forehead, felling him senseless to the rocks, The sight of this strange woman had set Ned’s brain on fire, and he acted without the slightest precaution or forethought, Had he but reflected for a moment, he must have known that she had noticed him, recognizing the pres- ence of an enemy, even through the disguising grass and twigs. What else could have caused her sudden retreat? But Ned was too greatly excited to notice this, and he suffered the conse- quences, How long he remained insensible he never knew, but if must have been for some time, for, when he awoke, a scene, something similar to that which met the wounded outlaw’s astonished gaze greeted his vision. *'The experience of_tbhe two men had been almost exactly similar. Both had narrowly escaped death at the hands of the same being—the old man, Albert Mestayer, the Barranca Wolf. But Ned was more fortunate, in that he found his hurts carefully dressed. This was the first point that he noticed on returning to conscious- ness, The next was, that a thong or cord of some kind held _ his feet firmly to the rude but comfortable pallet upon which he lay. “Father, he has awakened,” uttered a_ low, soft voice from close to his head, and Ned beard a faint rustle there. The voice thrilled through his brain like liquid music, Never before had he heard tones so sweet and melodious. In wonder at it, he forgot his pain, his perilous situation—everything but the voice, A light step echoed through the rock-bound chamber, and a tall form came and stood over him, with folded arms, gazing down upon his countenance with vividly glowing eyes. It was the man who had called himself Albert, Mestay- er, but Ned could not remember having ever met him before. % “ You are right, Lola, Go, now. I wish to be alone with this man for a time.” , A light, graceful form glided past him, and paused within range of Ned’s vision, her eyes _ resting softly upon his face. A light of pity Somised to ry ia their liquid depths, as she uttered: “ You will not—not harm him, father?” ares ee ee eee =
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20 The Girl Ridex. i A RATES, ‘Go! it is not your place to question me. You forget yourself, child,” sternly replied Mestayer, bis brow contracting. With another glance at the bewildered hunter, Lola disappeared from view, Then the eyes of the two men met fully, and Ned read in those of the tall man a depth of hatred that for a mo- ment chilled his blood. But then his courage returned, and he-was once more himself, cool and collected. “ Well, sir, will you tell me what this treat- ment means, if, as I suppose, you are the one who struck me in the dark?” “And may I ask why were you prowling round my home with drawn revolver?” retorted Mestayer. “T was seeking for a friend, and had reason to believe that he was detained here by force.” ‘“* Whom do you allude to?” “Pred Hawksley. He followed your—that wo- man here, a week ago, and has not been seen or heard of since,” “How do you know that he came here?” “T was with the party that followed him and her. We saw by the trail that he came here.” “Well, there is no need of keeping the truth from you, for I don’t think you will ever betray me—for a very good reason. He did come here —in much the same manner that you did. But he is not here now,” and the human wolf laughed diabolically, ‘© You did not murder him?’ faltered Ned. “Never mind. You had far better be think- ing of your own self. It may be beyond your power to do so ere long,” he snarled. “Threatened men live long. But tell me: where is Fannie Hawksley ?” suddenly added the young hunter. ‘“¢ What is she to you that you take such an interest in her?” ‘She is my promised wife.” “Prepare yourself, my poor friend, for some affecting news,” he added, mockingly. ‘‘ Your true love is no more, However, you have one consolation. You will not be long separated from her.” “Bah! I kuow you are lying—I can see it in your eyes,” scornfully retorted the young hun- te r. The Barranca Wolf started, and his face flushed darkly, his eyes blazing with anger. His clinched fist uprose as if to deal a crushing blow upon the pale but undaunted face of the bunter, when a lithe form sprung forward and caught hisarm. It was Lola. “Pather, think what youdo! Strike a bound an helpless man! For shame!” Evidently brutal and fierce, he hurled the maiden across the chamber with a bitter curse. For a moment Ned thought he meant to slay her, but then with an effort, Mestayer calmed his passion, saying in a stern tone: ‘Go now, and see that you keep your station, No more eavesdropping, or it will be the worse for you. Stay—l forgot, Remain here and keep guard over this man until I return, It is ~time James was going.” Lola returned and sunk down beside the couch where lay the young hunter. His gaze followed her motions, and then their eyes met; drooped, a burning blush suffusing her rich com- plexion. Very different was her appearance then from what it had been when confronting James Mestayer, under somewhat similar cir- cumstances, In point of fact she was in greater peril at that moment than Ned himself. The face of the bandsome hunter had made a deep impression upon her heart, and for the first time in her life oe began to realize the meaning of the term ove, CHAPTER VIII. AT BAY, WueEN he left Nimble Ned, the Barranca Wolf entered the first chamber of the cell where we, a week previous to this date, found bim bending over the wounded leader of the Night Hawks. Here that worthy, now recognized as a nephew of the old man, was idly lolling upon a pallet of skins, his wounds almost entirely cured. He raised himself toa sitting posture as the old man entered, casting at him a quick, inquir- ing glance, Evidently the leader of the Night Hawks regarded his newly-found relative with considerable respect. he added, as the old man ap- “ Well?” proached. ‘Tt is well, so far, but we must work to keep itso. This young fellow tracked us home, and his are not the sharpest ears on the border. Hawksley is out with the settlers, They ma find this place at any hour, and then, though if could make a good fight first, my revenge would be cut short by death. Tho time has come for you to play your part. Ineed your help now, because 1 cannot leave Lola here alone. Are you ready to keep your oath?” “Yes, Tell me what I am to do, and I will not fail for lack of trying,” was the prompt re- ply. ‘Well, you must go from here to the Kiowa chief Chigilli, as speedily as possible. Tell him that the time has come when he can strike the blow. See—Chigilli gave this to me. It is his totem; this border is made trom sacred wam- | pum. Give this to him, and bid him to follow you, Lead him and his band here, When you come I will bave all in readiness for the blow. You shall have Mary Colton—though she is one of the accursed, I spare her life, because I know that as your slave, her life will be worse than death,” ‘You are eg sore en muttered the out- law in a slightly bitter tone. ‘“T speak the truth, Butlet that pass. You must gonow, You have not forgotten any of my instructions? You remember the rendez- vous?” “T forget nothing. your horse?” “No, I may have use for him. But our young friend left his horse staked upon the prairie above. Take it—that will be the easiest way to dispose of it to keep it from telling troublesome tales, Ride out from the barranca until you strike ground that will take and hold a trail, then round the head of the ravine. After But how am I to go? On but only for a moment, Then Lola’s eyes | that do not spare the brute, Horse-flesh is
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The Girl Rider. 21 cheap, and Chigilli will furnish you with a re- ‘For this reason. If Nimble Ned is miss- ed—which of course will be the case—search will be made for him, His horse’s trail will be struck here. As it leads, so will they follow, and play into our hands by meeting you half-way, In that case, you know what to do. The Kiowas are eager for scalps. Let them take all Bh ee tell Chigilli that he must bring me Hawksley, a prisoner, You understand?” BW ORs ‘Good. Now go and ride for life. By night- fall you can reach the rendezyous—by day- dawn you should be well on your road back here.” But few more words were spoken, and James Mestayer left the human wolf’s retreat, and, after first cautiously scouting the surrounding prairie, dragged himself over the escarpment. After some little trouble, he secured tho suspi- cious horse, and literally obeying the old man’s instructions, soon rounded the barranca’s head, then galloping swiftly away toward the west. As the sun set, Mestayer caught sight of the hill-range in which he knew the Kiowa chief was awaiting a message from the old man, his “ white father.” Ata glance the outlaw recognized the land- marks given him by his uncle, and he knew that his course bad been shaped aright. Raising a hand to his mouth, he uttered a long-drawn, vibrating cry—the shrill view-hallo of the Kiowas. A few moments later there came to his ears a similar ery, only more perfect]y modu- lated, and then a single horseman rode forth oe a rocky defile that partly intersected the ills. “ Who are you that sound the Kiowa cry, yet wear the skin of a pale-face?’? demanded Chi- gilli, in slightly accented English, his half-breed mother having taught him his father’s tongue. For answer Mestayer produced the slip of wampum-enriched deerskin, and handed it to the chief, Chigilli’s stern countenance instant- ly relaxed, and he henceforth treated the out- law with the greatest deference and courtesy. Mestayer quickly made known the purport of his visit, and delivered, word for word, his uncle’s message, Half an hour later the chief led the twenty warriors out from the rocky defile. Bebind him, upon the broad, smooth surface of a rock, were depicted sundry rude signs and symbols, drawn with a finger-point covered with damp- ened powder. These were directions for the guidance of the buffalo-hunters, bidding them hasten after. Mestayer found that he would not be able to regain the barranca retreat by daybreak, for the east was showing lightstreaks when there re- mained still a dozen or more miles to be cover- ed. Then came an interruption, before another mile was traversed. Events had occurred much as the old man, Albert Mestayer, had foreseen. Zeb Ruel had rejoined the other party of trail-hunters, in- forming them of where and how he left Nimble Ned, In due course of time the young man was missed, searched for, and the trail found. They followed it after the outlaws had taken it up, round the barranca, and out into the prairie, As night fell they went into camp, when they were joined by ethers of the settlers who had turned out to take part in the hunt. It may be as well to state here the cause of the smoke-signal having been made, Following the trail of the men on foot, the party had been considerably delayed by Hawksley’s having a fit of apoplexy, in consequence of his deep emotions. As soon as his senses returned, he urged them to lose no time, but to keep on the trail, and when bis strength returned, he would follow on after them. They did so, the trail ending at last in their finding the senseless body of a white man, whom they naturally took to be the abductor of Fannie. For this reason they sent up the smoke. Noticing the signal, Hawksley managed to mount his horse and ride to the spot. His disappointment at seeing a stranger was great, and brought on another and more severe fit. While it lasted, and while the attention of all was directed toward him, the outlaw breathed his last, This was the state of affairs when Zeb Ruel came in and told his story. After some discussion, it was decided to go back and take up Ned’s trail, in hopes that, should he capture the strange rider, the mys- tery might be elucidated. This party it was that now confronted the Kiowas under guidance of the ex-captain of Night Hawks, Mestayer was by no means pleased at the meeting, for he saw that the set- tlers were nearly equal in numbers to the Kio- was, and he also knew that they were much better armed, each man bearing a rifle and at least one revolver, more.generally two of these terrible weapons, As the Kiowas were nominally at peace with the whites, a collision might and probably would have been avoided, only for one thing, Jack Colton was among the trail-hunters, and he recognized the would-be murderer of his brother. With a wild cry he plunged spurs rowel-deep into his horse’s flanks and sprung forward, lev- eling bis rifle as be didso. It cracked—one cf the savages riding close behind Mestayer, ut- are a shrill death-yell, and fell to the ground, ead, That put an end toall doubt, Sounding his war-cry, Chigilli led the charge, and the next moment the two bodies mingled together, For several minutes the conflict raged with deadly ferocity, but the superior weapons of the set- tlers quickly turned the tide in their favor. Jack Colton had singled out the outlaw deta and ep J loth, Mestayer gratified his desire, though still feeling the effects of his wounds, Their horses came violently together just as their pistols spoke for the first time. Rearing, Colton’s horse received the bullet between his eyes and fell, hurling Colton vio- lently to the ground, where he lay, stunned for the moment. Mestayer discharged a second shot at him, but with unsteady aim, and a slight flesh wound was the only result; then he was forced to turn his attention to other foemen, Chigilli gave the signal to retreat, seeing that he was overmatched, The hills were near at s
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22 —~ hand, and for them their horses’ heads were turned, in full flight. So sudden was this movement that the set- tlers did not comprehend its meaning until the Kiowas had gained full two-score yards the start. But then they dashed on in hot pursuit. They realized their error and strove to rem- edy it, but too late. The Kiowas had gained too many yards to be overtaken, and the cunning Chigilli well knew what he was about. He was rushing for a point from which his force could easily hold the settlers in check, or at least in- flict fearful slaughter in case they should try a desperate charge first. eb Ruel divined their purpose first, and kept the settlers from going too far, Heknew a pian worth two of that, and as the Kiowas disap- peared in a narrow, defile-like cleft, the settlers drew rein. * Quick—Fenton, you an’ Morley come ’th me,” he criel, eagerly. ‘* Rest o’ you stay here an’ keep the imps back ef they try to run out, We'll fix °em—burry.” As he spoke he turned his horse’s head to one side and dashed rapidly up the hill’s base, here steep andrugged, Though not exactly compre- hending his purpose, the two men designated by name followed him without hesitation. Dismounting, they clambered rapidly up the hill, soon gaining the top. An exultant shout broke from Ruel’s lips as be saw that he was in time. If indeed the Kiowas contemplated es- cape by such means, they would find their path a gantilot of death. he defile alluded to ended in a steep hill, up which a horse could climb, though with diffi- _eulty. This once surmounted, a broad, gentle slope led down to the prairie beyond. Ruel’s position commanded this ascent, and was within easy pistol-range. *Gool!l we’ve gct ’em in a hole, now!” he chuckled, breathing hard with fatigue. ‘‘We kin make things hot for em, I reckon!” But thougb he susp2cted it not, he was even then, in a measure, being outwitted. Chigilli had no intention of fleeing furtber. With his men dismounted and well covered, he felt able to beat back the settlers should they attack him, until help should arrive, and not a score seconds before Ruel reached his station, a Kiowa crossed the ridge, sent to hurry up the other band. CHAPTER IX. A STRANGE PROPOSAL, THE hours dragged by drearily enough with Nimble Ned, though for a part of the time he had the beautiful Lola for a guard. But after the first flush of surprise, Ned gave her little at- tention. His mind was filled with thoughts of his lost love, Fannie Hawksley, whom the old man, his captor, declared was dead. Though the young hunter tried to believe this a false- hood, his success was only partial. Ned was aroused from one of these fits of gloomy despondency by a low, taunting laugh, sounding from close besida him, and hastily glancing up, he perceived that the old man had taken Lola’s position. The almost diabolical expression of triumph that rested upon his face startled the young hunter, and he resolved to give his enemy no more such gleeful moments, The Girl Rider. ‘‘ Who are you that my misery should give you so much pleasure?” he demanded, with ill- concealed curiosity. ‘*T promised to tell you—and this is as good a time as any to keep my word,” slowly replied the old man, sinking down upon the rude stool that had been so recently occupied by a much more agreeable figure, ‘* You may or you ma; not remember something of the matter, when tell you that my name is Albert Mestayer.” As he spoke, his gaze was riveted firmly upon the young man’s countenance, Though ex- pressing curiosity, there was no change to in- ciene that Ned had ever heard of the name be- ore, ** T see you do not know—I might have known that they never would havetold you. It is well. You will not beso prejudiced, and will be more likely todo me justice. Now listen well, and you will see why I hate your family and that of Hawksley, ‘““We three were close neighbors living then in the southern part of Illinois. Almost from childhood we had been playmates and bosom friends, And such we might have remained to this day, only for the treachery of one—cf Choaienee Hawksley, the brother of Archi- ‘We threo men married, but he—Chris—was single. Though living with his brother, he was quite as much at home while at your father’s house or at mine. Indeed the gossips began to whisper that he was more so, and to point the finger of scorn at me. “Wor u time I closed my ears to these rumors, but at my heart there gnawed a horrible fear that whatI dreaded was but too well founded, He and she had long been intimate, and at one time were reported betrothed, but then a cold- ness came between them, and she accepted me. “*T spoke to her of the rumors, but she was of a quick, passionate temper, and for the first time since marriage we had hot and angry words together. She refused to answer me, saying that I insulted her by the suspicion. While still angry, 1 met Christopher Hawksle: and forbid him ever entering my house, or ad- dressing my wife at any time or place where they might chance to meet, ‘“He seemed surprised—I thought then that he looked guilty, and I could scarcely keep my hands from his throat. But I did, and went home with a heart still more bitter and wicked. “Three days after this, as I returned from the field somewhat earlier than usual, I saw Hawksley parting from my wife at the door. They seemed frightened and confused at my ap- pearance, and I dare say they had cause. “The next I remember is finding myself standing over his senseless body. But I had beaten him almost to death with my fists. ‘* Well, the word soon spread that I had bru- tally murdered the man, and the excitement was great. Hawksley was one of those general favorites, half-fool, half-rogue, who spent his money with a lavish hand, making friends with everybody, while I, naturally reserved, had be- come morose and unsociable since these sicken- ing ramors began to meet my ear. So you see it took very little to get up e hue and ery against me, eo
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The Girl Rider. 23 is “* Arch Hawksley came and removed his bro- ther, That night, though the doctors pronounced Chris in no immediate danger, a mob, led by those who had once been my dearest friends— your father and Arch Hawksley—came and took me from my bed, dragging me out-doors amid curses and threats, some even beating me with clubs and their fists, as I was hauled help- lessly along over the rough ground, half-naked, only in my night-clothes, “Well, you can guess the rest. The favorite punishment of western mobs, when they do not wish to quite murder, was given me. I was tarred and feathered! ‘ After this, they set me free. Half-mad, I plunged’ into the swampy woods, where I lay until morning. By that time I had in a manner regained my coolness, and had decided upon my course of action. I knew that I had one true friend near, and to his hut I hastened. This was a middle-aged negro, named Sam, ““He removed the tar, and tenderly nursed me through a long and severe illness, brought on by exposure and excitement, During all this he had kept my existence a secret, and all believed ,that I had thrown myself into the river to hide my shame, Sam also kept close watch upon my house, and when he considered me strong enough, he told. me what he had learned, ‘* My wife took my death very easily, it seem- ed. Chris Hawksley had been visiting her. That was enough, I swore then that I would have a deep and bitter revenge—that I would devote my entire life to that end, ‘Sam was true to me, body.and soul, What [ said waslaw, He aided me in my scheme, by procuring me weapons, clothes and such articles asI needed. Then I watched my chance. It soon came, “Sam brought me the word. Christopher Hawksley was at my house, I hastened there, cool and calmas 1 am now, though I had re- solved that they both should die that night. ‘‘T kept my oath. They were together in my wife’s room, They never left it alive, I shot him, and entered the room, The woman who had been my wife, fell upon her knees and begged for mercy, swearing that she was inno- cent, “Traised my hand and struck her. She fell forward. _ ‘His death only inspired me with a ferocious joy. I gloried in my act of vengeance. But when I saw her lying there, gasping out her life I changed, I had loved her so tenderly ard true, until she fellfrom me, I had idolized her almost,” The old man choked and paused. Ned, pale and horror-stricken, did not speak. Then Mes- tayer, with an effort, resumed, his head bowed upon his hands, his voice sounding like that of one talking in a dream, “How long I remained there I do not know, but it must have been for hours. The alarm was given by some one who had heard the shot and inveeae it, The neighbors came and found me sitting there, her head upon my breast, her form clasped tight to my heart, Despite this they knew that I was the murderer, re- volver Jay there, with one chamber discharged, t as the blue gas around the tube showea, recent- ly. My knife—with initials carved upon the horn handle—was beside me. ‘They say that I acted like a madman when they tried toremove her body. But numbers revailed, and I was bound. The next I remem- er I was in the county jail, tried and con- demned todeath. But trusty Sam didn’t fail me. ‘““He set me free-—I have not patience now to tell all that he had todo, but he was at work for three nights before I was set free. Then, just as I mounted the horse he had brought for my use, we were discovered. Sam struck tho horse a heavy blow that maddened it, and I was saved, though I tried to turn and aid bim, ‘Yes, he—the simple unlearned negro—he saved meat the cost of his own life. ‘He was shot, but he kept the guards engaged until I was beyond their reach, Thus I lost my only - friend, ‘“‘T had only one thing to live for, revenge. I swore to devote my life to that one end—and I have not yet forgotten my oath. For a time I kept in hiding, but then I set to work, You are the first one that knows, for a certainty, how your father died. J shot him.” Ned uttered a hoarse cry, and strove to arise, his eyes blazing with horror and vengeance. But the strong cords restrained his fury. “ And why—what had he done to you?” “T have told you. Besides, I swore that I would destroy the entire race of the Hawksleys and Campbells. Boy, my wife was your father’s sister. Ned listened in astonishment. Until now he had believed his father had been an only child. But there was somethimg in the old man’s tones that told him he was speaking the truth. “Tam telling you the truth, though you seem to doubt it. But that matters little. I need only tell you a little more. After I shot your father, I had to hide again, I fled to New Orleans, While there, I meta Spanish Creole and married her, Had she lived, | might have reformed, for I loved her with all my hot, fiery nature, But she died, leaving me one babe— —you have seen her here—Lola, ‘For a time I lived in retirement, caring only for my child, teaching her, as she grew older, to hate all mankind but her father. I succeeded as I thought. Then I left her at school, and set forth to strike another blow. I found my enemies gone. They had removed, and I feared to inquire of those who could have told me where, lest I should be recog- nized. “For years I hunted you like a wolf—you and the Hawksleys. I did not find you until this spring. By chance I found this retreat, and fitted it up for use. Then { brought Lola here, You remember the excitement that she caused, as the strange rider —a better name would have been decoy, for that was her duty. I first gained her good views of those I hated—just how does not matter now. “Her first success was in luring Fred Hawk. sley here. Then I stole away his sister—your betrothed, as yousay. You came next. After ‘ou will come your sister, Mary Colton. Then ; the rest of the Hawksleys. Before forty-eight
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24 The Girl Rider. hours roll by, all of those included in my vow of vengeance will be dead—dead, do you hear?” hissed Mestayer, in a low, malignant tone of voice. “ But Fannie—you have not—” “Tt matters little to you whether she be dead or not. If not, she will be soon. So will you. But I need the fresh air. I leave you to think of what I have told you, and to compose your mind for what is to come. If you sleep, pleasant dreams—ha! ha!” and laughing malignantly, the monomaniac left the chamber. The conflicting emotions that racked Ned’s mind on hearing this strange disclosure, can scarcely be imagined—most certainly not de- scribed. Besides clearing up the mystery that had enshrouded his father’s murder, it also re- vealed to him the full peril that threatened his own as well as the lives of his friends, So deeply buried was he in thought that he did not hear the soft footfall, nor the faint rustle as Lola, the Girl Rider, seated herself be- side him, Her large, dark eyes were filled with a gentle light foreign to her fiery, passionate na- ture, and her cheek glowed with the swift flow of blood, As Ned, aroused by that strange conscious- ness one feels when being fixedly gazed upon, raised his eyes, his face darkene1 witb a frown, In a harsh tone he uttered: “Well, I am waiting. Proceed, Of course you come here to tell me some frightful story of ow I have wronged you, possibly, through my great-grandchildren, or something of that sort, and that you have sworn deadly vengeance against me and mine. Proceed—but for pity sake, cut it short.” “You wrong me, Ned,” and Lola’s voice sounded low and soft. ‘“‘I am no enemy of yours; [ would be your friend, if you would permit,” * My friend—and his daughter?” ‘*T often think that lam not bis daughter—that he is mad—a monomaniac, who does not know what he does or says. Loverheard what he told io for I feared that he meant to kill you, and resolved to prevent that, if it cost my own life, It is the same story, almost word for word, that he has told me scores of times, But—whether that is true or not—I am not vour enemy, since seeing you. Before, I hated you, because he taught me to do so. He made me believe that all men were evil, treacherous beings, but—I don’t think you are,” and Lola drooped her eyes before the steady gaze of the young hunter, “What is your object in telling me this?” he asked, slowly. “To prove to you that I ama friend, not an enemy, as you seemed to regard me,” “ Will you prove this?_ You can, if you wish. Will you do it?’ added Ned, with ill-suppressed eagerness, ie How can I?” softly, with a quick glance at i m, . ““Basily. Unloosen these cords, restore my weapons, and I will believe that you are a true, earnest friend. ‘So that you might kill my father?” “No, I would not harm him unless he first attacked me. Then I would defend myself,” “Ho would kill me!” ‘¢ With me you would be safe. I will take you to any point you wish, or, if you would rather, my mother will welcome you to her home.” Their gaze met, but only for a moment, then the eyes of tne Girl Rider sunk, and a low sigh fluttered her lips. The faze of the young hun- ter, though open and earnest, had not told her the tale she wished and hoped to hear, “You asked my father about your friends. He gave you to understand that they were dead. One of them still lives,” “What—Fannie—” eagerly began Ned, his dark eyes gleaming. ‘‘No—the young man,” and Lola’s face turn- ed a shade paler. ‘Merciful God!” groaned Ned, quivering with intense heart-agony. “Then it is true, as you told father—you loved this girl?” ‘Better than my life! And now—but no— you are only trying me,” he added, looking up imploringly. “Tell me she is still living?” “Why should Iliato you? She is dead—but her blood is not on his hands, He fought to save her, but one of the men shot her, as he was bringing her here. The other—your friend, still lives, though badly wounded. Could I be- lieve in your gratitude, I would set both yourself and him free,” “*-You crush all my hopes, then taunt me with freedom. I have nothing to live for now,” bit- terly replied Ned. “Your mother?” “True, I forget for a moment. Well, speak plain, What pledge do you require? What do you wish me to do?” he added, wearily. “Make me a solemn promise—pledge me your honor as a gentleman to make me your—your wife, and I will free you both,” “What?” ‘Let me finish. I know that my words seem strange, but consider what my past life has been. And yet, I have only obeyed my father. I have never sinned of my own free will, He thinks me all ice, but I can love, I do love; I have loved with all my soul ever since you came here. Now you know my heart. To win your love I am willing to disown father—all else,” “‘T have no love to give you. It was all hers —my poor, lost Fannie’s,” muttered Ned, yet strongly affected by the passionate, yet pleading tones of the strange girl. “You will in time—I do not ask nor expect it allat once, I will love you so tenderly and wholly that you must return it, in time.” If 78 loved me as you say, you would free me and trust to my gratitude for your reward.” * And thus _ lose bea forever? No—no! [ would rather, far rather kill you here, then take my own life, than to run that risk,” cried Lola, her eyes flaming. A strange temptation was upon him. Why not dissimulate—or even give a positive pledge, if by these means he could gain freedom? ‘“Wait—I must think of this a little. I can- not answer you now,” he said, at length. ‘You must be quick, for there’s no time to lose. Father will soon return. And he is look- ing for his messenger, sent to bring a band of savages here, They intend attacking the settle- ments, when your mother, sister, and the
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) <a The Girl Rider. 25 Hawksley family will be captured. Decide quickly, and you may bea in time to save them,” cried the Girl Rider, CHAPTER X, THE CLEW. TuHovuGH Chigilli, the Kiowa chief, bad acted so promptly in dispatching a runner for rein- forcements, that fact was likely to avail him lit- tle, for the movements of the settlers were prompt and decided. The outlaw, James Mestay- er, was the cause of this, First, Jack Colton had recognized him, and now, recovered from the effects of his fall, was eager to attack them. Then Archibald Hawks- ley, in the confused struggle, believed that in him he saw the abductor of his daughter. Though it was Albert Mestayer who perform- ed that’ deed, his disguise had made him look like a much younger man, and there was a fam- ily resemblance between the uncle and nephew, so that Hawksley’s mistake was natural. A plan of attack, bold and daring, was quick- ly arranged. * Jack Colton, you will take one-half of the men, and I'll lead the others,” hurriedly com- manded Hawksley. ‘* You go to the right and gain the foot of the hill, Then when I give the signal, close in, But remember, the white man must be taken alive.” Separating, the two parties rode up to the hill base, then dismounting, drew their revolvers, ready for work. At the signal they glided rap- idly along, and soon reached the defile before a shot was fired. Then ensued a scene of frightful confusion, It was not a fight that can be ieans in words, for each man fought on his own hook, singling out his foe with eyes for naught else, Though brief, it was bloody in the extreme. For a few moments the Kiowas fought bravely, but then the rapid detonation of the white men’s revolvers proved too much for their courage, and the survivors fled up the hollow, only to en- counter another foe, Zeb Ruel and his two companions, Fenton and Morley, being out of sight of their comrades be- low, knew nothing of their movements until the sound of firearms, together with vengeful shouts and shrill cries, announced the commencement of the struggle, Divining the truth, they began descending the ridge side, in order to assist their comrades. : Though too late to take part in the struggle proper, the fleeing red-skins ran headlong against their weapons. Three rifle-cracks, and only two Kiowas remained, standing bewildered by this new and unexpected danger, Then, amidst a storm of revolver bullets, they tried to scale the steep hill, but ere half-way to its top, the last Kiowa flung aloft nis arms, and rolled back to the base, dead. Mestayer had fought bravely, but histime had come, Both Colton and Hawksley assailed him, Colton fell, with a bullet-hole through his breast, but before the outlaw could do more, Hawksley was upon him, In the bas eae struggle that ensued, his wounds aided in giving the settler the victory, and ere the last reports echoed from up the val- ley, Mestayer was securely bound, a prisoner, ‘“ Who is’t ye’ve got, Hawksley?” cried Zeb Ruel, coming up at thismoment. ‘ Hellow, Jap Morton, as I’m a sinner!” “The man that carried off Fannie, I believe,” but the settler hesitated as he now for the first time took a good square look at his captive. ‘*T never stole her—I know nothing about the matter,” sullenly replied Mestayer, his eyes drooping. “You lie, villain!” snarled Hawksley, spring- ing upon the prostrate figure. ‘Tell me—tell me quick, or I'll choke the vile life out of your carcass!” ‘“Hasy—easy, neighbor,” quoth Ruel, as_ he dragged the infuriated settler from his victim. ‘WA feller cain’t easy speak when his thrapple is shet tight in a vise. Leave the or’nery cuss to me. Tl bring him round,I reckon. D’ y “ee Jap Morton? Best tell me what ye know.” : ‘Tl tell ye all I know. It’s not much, but it'll show you that I had no hand in the matter. It was the Barranca Wolf—Albert Mestayer, in disguise—who deceived you and stole your daughter. You may not believe it, for the report was spread long ago that he was dead. Have you forgotten the man who killed your brother, Christopher Hawksley?” The settler staggered back as though dealt a deadly blow. Seeing his agitation, Ruel took up the examination, ° ““ What'd he steal her fer!” ‘“Revenge. Hawksley knows for what!” ‘* T do—go on,” faintly muttered the settler. “He was met onhis return by three men— art of those who—who burned Colton’s house. hey, in the dim light, thought it was me, and they believed that [had betrayed them in that matter. There was a fight, in which the old man shot two, when the other made off. His horse had been hurt, and so was the girl. She was shot in the side, If you followed his trail, you must have lost it in the river. He rode there, and seeing that his horse was nearly dead, he shot him and sent it floating down-stream, to eover his trail. Then he waded up-stream, ~ finally reaching his retreat.” “ Where is that?” “In the barranca that cuts through the ten- mile prairie, In the east side is concealed a good- sized cave. That is the Wolf’s den.” “And the gal?’ asked Ruel, in answer to a sign from the agitated father. **T don’t know whether she is living or not. Old Mestayer told me that she was fatally wounded.” a ; ‘A durned lie; don’t yer b’lieve him, neigh- bor,” splurted Ruel, as Hawksley sunk to the ground with a bitter groan, ‘t Now, what of Fred Hawksley? An’ who is that gal that herid a’ter 1” “Mestayer’s daughter. Fred is hidden there but beiscrazy. The old Wolf hit him on the head with a club and injured his brain,” ‘* Ask him about Ned,” suggested Fenton. “Tf you mean Ned Campbell, he’s there, too,” quickly replied Mestayer. “Ge-long to thunderation! A hull nestfull— any more?” spluttered Ruel, am iS “No.” Then adding quickly, ‘‘ Now I have told you all, you_will set me free?”
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26 The Girl Rider. ‘Not much—sca’cely! How d’ we know but it’s all a pesky lie, jist hatched up as you went along? No, sir; your part o’ the barg’in don’t end ontel a’ter you show us this wonderful hole in the ground, an’ we see how matters stan’.” ‘*Come,” said Hawksley, in a strained, un- naturally still voice, “‘we are losing time here; Jet us be riding.” “Co-rect, Git yer horses, boys! Ill ketch one fer this chap. He’s got to show us the Wolf's den, or Pll know the why.” Mestayer was mounted upon one of the spare horses, and tied firmly to the saddle. Ruel rode beside him, while Hawksley led the way. The ten miles were soon covered, and the party found themselves at the burranca, Dismeunt- ing, they silently approacied the spot indicated by the Barranca Wolf’s nephew. CHAPTER XI. NED'S DOUBLE SURPRISE. For a time Nimble Ned remained silent, deep- buried in thought, The temptation was strong, and he was slowly yielding to it, Lola watched him closely, and as her keen eye, sharpened by love the most intense and passion- ate, read the quick changes of his handsome countenance, her heart beat high with hope that he was about to consent. The inward conflict sickened her, and she staggered like one druuken, as she rose, muttering, in a husky, unnatural, voice: “Think well over it, but decide quickly. There is no time to lose, if you would besaved. I must seek the fresh air—I am choking!” It did not take him long todecide. He re- solved to accept her terms in seeming, until he was free, He had scarcely arrived at this determination when Lola hastily entered, her countenance flushed, her eyes glowing. “Quickly your answer—my father is com- ing!” she hurriedly uttered, reaching his side. “T consent—provided you assist me in freeing Fred, also.” ‘*T will—you shall never regret your choice, if my love can repay you. But now—there’s his step. Pretend to sleep, ashe may suspect something,” she hastily added, Though strongly agitated, Ned managed to quiet his nerves in seeming, and as the old Wolf entered, his suspicious glance saw only a sleep- ing captive and a drowsy sentinel, her head bowed upon her breast. “Lola, you may go now and lie down. You must be sleepy.” The Girl Rider arose and retired, though with reluctance. She seemed ill at ease, and to sus- pect danger to the one she had so suddenly given her heart, in the ill-suppressed excite- ment of the old man, One hand sought the pis- tol at her waist, and she crouched down in the passage, listening intently, ready to interfere should her fears prove well founded. The Barranca Wolf touched Ned lightly upon the shoulder, then laughed aloud at the air of well-dissimulated surprise worn by his face as the young man opened his eyes with a start. ‘A change in your watcher, you see; and I suppose you think a disagreeable one. You sleep sound, young man, Thatisa blessing, if you only think so. But that reminds me—I have something to tell you regarding your friends.” ye paces ae stammered Ned, really sur- prised. ‘Of Hawksley, Ruel and the others who were with you when you were hunting for the girl. They have apparently become alarmed at your long absence, and have been trailing you.” ‘“Tf so, I don’t see why you should laugh.” ‘Because you don’t know all. You remember where you left your horse? Well, I sent a friend—one whom you may have known as Jas- per Morton—I sent him on your horse to hasten up my friends. Now do yuu see? They—your friends, have traced your trail out several miles beyond this, and are camping there, intending to follow onin the morning. Now do you see why IT laugh?” ‘ No.” ‘“*Bah! you are dull—very stupid. Well then, I am sworn brother to Chigilli, the Kiowa chief, He is waiting for me to send him word when all isin readiness for him to strike a blow at the settlement. My nephew is to bring them on— seventy-five strong. He has my instructions to follow back his trail—and to kill or capture all who may be upon it. This is why I laughed. I have just been scouting round them, so close that I could have picked off any one of their number, had that been my wish. But I havea different fate in store for Hawksley—the rest I care not for. Now then, you have something more to ponder over. You should thank me for keeping your mind from rusting—but I have long since ceased to Jook for gratitude from those of my race. Ha! ha!” Ned did not reply, and the old man sunk into a reverie that lasted for hours. At length he was aroused by Lola, who told him that day was dawning. The old man arose and emerged from the chamber, while after a quiet greeting to Ned, Lola busied herself with preparations for the morning meal. For an hour after sunrise, Mestayer watched at the edge of the barranca, yet so close to the den that Lola could not put her resolve of free- ing Ned into execution, without the certainty of adeadly collision between him and her father, an extremity that she could not as yet bring herself to brave. But she regretted not having done so, when Mestayer reappeared and made her bring forth her pony. : As she reluctantly obeyed, Ned saw that the horses were kept concealed in an apartment of the cave. Mestayer spoke decisively, and Lola dared not disobey. ‘* You will ride out along the trail that I told you of, and see if you can see anything of our friends. Do not go beyond the creek, but wait there, if needs be, for half an hour, if you do not see them then, hasten back,” The Girl Rider emerged from the barranca and dashed away over the prairie witk lightning speed, Mestayer resumed his position as look- out, his eyes eagerly following the swiftly flying figure of bis daughter. Ned had read aright the quick glance thrown at him by Lola. She feared that she could not effect his release until too late. His heart sunk within him, and he closed his eyes in deep and troubled reflection,
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tar eect cme OO a a et Ee ee eT © i a The Girl Rider. Oe However, he was to be aroused ere long. A low, faint rustle came from beyond, and then a figure appeared at the angle behind which Ned had frequently observed Mestayer disappear. A face that bore ap excited yet troubled look; pale and worn, yet very beautiful. The large, wild-looking eyes rested upon the form of the young hunter as he lay upon the couch, and the lips parted, the arms outstretched, as with a low cry, the figure giided forward. In amazement Iled raised hiseyes. Then a low, glad cry broke from his lips as he recog- nized in the figure that of his dearly beloved one, Fannie Hawksley. He tried to outstretch his arms, but the attempt recalled his situation. “Ned—thank God! am in time!” gasped the maiden, dropping upon her knees beside the peice “Think what I must have suffered. I ave heard every thing that wassaid here. I heard the lies they told you, and bad no power to deny them, for I was bound hand and foot and gagged.” As she spoke, Fannie with trembling fingers strove to release her lover, but the hard-knotted cords resisted her efforts. “Fannie, my poor darling, you can do no ood without a knife. There must be some ying in the outer room. You will not be afraid to look?” ‘* Not when it is for you,” she bravely return- ed, and gliding through the passage, she quickly secured what she sought, together with a brace of pistols that she had snatched from the table. “My precious darling!” murmured Ned, as the cords yielded to the keen weapon, and spring- ing to his feet he clasped Fannie to his wildly throbbing heart: but fortunately she was the most composed of the two, 3 “Take the pistols, Ned. You may need them. Now—we have no time to lose. _Come—you must help me toset Fred free. Heis kept a prisoner in here, too. Hasten—” “Too late! Back, Fannie—get behind me,” hastily muttered Ned, as the echoof a quick step came to his ears from the outer chamber. A simultaneous cry followed the appearance of the figure, and Ned’s pistol satis slightly fell as he saw it covered the heart of the strange girl, Lola Mestayer. “You free?” she cried, in amazement; “‘ but come—there’s no time to lose, You must meet my father, but it is the only chance. The In- dians are coming up like the wind, You can hide in— God! who is that? she abruptly added, for the first time observing the shrinking figure of Fannie. 3 ~My promised wife—the one you so falsely swore was dead,” sternly replicd Ned. “ Tt was for love of you that I lied; but I will make my words good!” hissed the maddened rl, os her bright pisto! was leveled toward ‘annie. The report followed swiftly, but the low ex- clamation that broke the air came out from the maiden’s lips. Ned had sprung before his love, himself receiving the bullet. His left arm hung helpless at his side, “Forgive me---oh, forgtve me!” éried Lola, as she observed the effect of her mad act, ‘I would rather that bullet had pierced my heart than to harm you!” A hoarse ery came echoing from without. The three inmates of the chamber experienced a thrill as they divined its paryerk, estayer had heard the confusion, and was coming to in- vestigate it. s Two clicks sounded through the chamber. Ned cocked his pistols. Sodid Lola. The eyes of all were turned toward the entrance. They had not long to wait, for the next moment Mes- tayer, the Barranca Wolf, burst into the cham- ber, his eyes ablaze, his hand clutching a re- volver, “What is this—who set you free?” he cried hoarsely, as he noticed Ned standing erect, pale but defiant. ‘‘Ha! you did—traitress!” and his pistol covered Lola’s heart. ‘“*No—I did it,” tremblingly cried Fannie, as as she saw the peril of one innocent. ‘You, too!” for the first time noticing the maiden. ‘‘ Fortunately I am prepared for it. Now, sir,” he added, in a cold, deadly tone, 5 drop your pistol, or Pil shoot you down like a og. “Twocan play at that game. Stand aside and let us pass,” uttered Ned, as with a rapid motion he raised his pistol to a level. His pistol spoke, and the bullet claimed a victim, But not the one at whose life he bad aimed. The Girl Rider sprung forward, shield- ing with her body the life of the man whom she so madly loved, With a groan of agony she sunk down upen the bleod-sprinkled floor, her young life going out as she gasped a name—the name of him she had saved from death. With a howl of fury, Ned fired twice in quick succession, but_the last shot was superfluous, The Barranca Wolf—the murderer of his father, was dead—shot through the brain. From without there came loud, excited cries, and he had not understood the speech of Lola. He believed them also enemies. But then as he recognized the foremost, Archibald Hawksley and Zeb Ruel, he muttered a thanksgiving and fainted. But little more need be added, for the meet- ing and little explanations may be left to the reader’simagination. Fred Hawksley was found, bound and gagged, but unhurt save from the blow given him by Mestayer when the beautiful decoy had lured him to the den. As the party left the cave, it was found that James Mestayer had disappeared, but two days afterward he was found, Fearing death, be bad urged his horse to break its fastenings, though he himself was still firmly bound. In the mad gallop that ensued, his saddle turned and he, falling beneath the mustang, bad met his death. The Kiowas, awed by the death of their chief, quietly retreated to their hunting-grounds, and the threatened Indian war blew over. Of course Ned and Fannie were married, now that Fred was found, and equally of course, Zeb Ruel and the rest of the young hunters were gay and welcome guests. Albert Mestayer and his ill-fated daughter, Lola, the Gir] Rider, were interred in one grave upon the banks of the barranca; but their strange story did not die for many a year, and is yet occasionally alluded to in that section, THE END,
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By Emerson Rodman. 164 The Boy Chief; or, Frank Bell's Compact. By Oll Coomes, 165 The Trader Traitor, By J. Stanley Henderson, 166 Old Jupe’s Clew. By Mrs. Orrin James 16% The Young Trailer. By W. J. Hamilton. 168 The Specter Spy. By Maj. Lewis W. Carson. 169 Lank Lute, the Old Colorado Hunter. By BE. W. Archer, 170 The White Wolf. By Edward Willett. 171 The Swamp Guide. By W. N. McNeil. 172 The Yankee Peddler, By C. Danning Clark. 178 The Scout and Mis Young Chum. By Warren St. John. 174 Blacksmith Tom’s Mask. By Geo. D. Gilbert, 1%5 The Buckskin Rider. By Guy Greenwood. 1%6 The Squatter’s Surprise, By Mrs. H. J. Thomas, 17% Four Fellow Scouts. By J, Stanley Henderson, 178 Old Kit and His Comrades. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr, 179 Uncle Grills Disguise. By Harry Hazard, 180 The Marked Miner, By Lieut. Col. Hazeltine, 181 The Wild Muntress. By Capt. Bruin Adams, 182 The Dwarf Decoy. By Maro 0, Rolfe. 188 Job Dean’s Tactics. By Ingoldsby North, 184 Yankee Eph’s Dilemma. By J. R. Worcester. 185 The Wily Witch’s Ward, By Edwin B. Ewing. 186 Frank, the Furrier. By J. Stanley Henderson. 187 Diana, the Fair Mountaincer. By Capt. F, Whittaker, 188 Jack’s Snare, By Mrs. Ann E. Porter, 189 Sam, the Swamp Scout, By W. J, Hamilton, 190 The Dashing Trooper. By Frederick Dewoy. 191 The Boy Brave. By James L. Bowen, 192 Sandy Bill, of Texas, By Edward Willett. 198 Marry Winkle’s Long Chase. By Wm. R. Kyster. 194 Creeper Cato, the Shadow Swamp Trailer. By F. Dewey. 195 The Ranger Detective, By Harry Hazard. 196 Gypsy Mag, the Mountain Witch, By ©, D, Clark, 197 The Branded Captain, By W. J. Hamilton. 198 Old Crossfire’s Crisis. By Capt. Charles Howard. 199 Zebra Zack, the Texan. By W. J. Hamilton, 200 The Nameless Hunter. By George W. Robinson, 201 The Yankee Captives. By Edward Willett, 202 Teddy’s Long Trail. By Edward S. Ellis. 208 Old Hank, the Hermit, By Edward W Archer, 204 Gooschend’s Beat Shot. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr, 205 The Dutchman’s Dread, By Capt. Chas. Howard, 206 Kit Burt’s Mask, By W. J. Hamilton. 207 Eagle-Eyed Tim. By C. Dunning Clark. 208 The Village Sport. By James L, Bowen, 209 Buck Burt’s Pluck, By Edward Willet. 210 The Tell-Tale Bullet. By J. Stanley Henderson, #11 The Boy Surveyor. By W, J, Hamilton, By Paul J. Prescott. By T. C. | 212 Yankee Drover Swipes, By Seelin Robins. 218 Silver City Tom. Fy James L. Bowen, 214 Nick, the Detecttve. By Edwin Emerson. 215 Mustang Rider Roy. By Albert W. Aiken. 216 The Dakota Dutchman. By Maj. Max Martine, 217 Yankee Josh, the Rover, By B. H, Belknap, M. D. 218 New York Ned in California. By W. J. Hamilton, 219 Kentucky Kate’s Shot. By Edward Willett. 220 *Frisco Frank’s Riyal. By Paul J. Prescott. 221 Doctor Bag, Detective. By Lewis Jay Swift. 222 Sly Sam’s« Snare, By Loufs Legrand, M. D. 228 Old Nancy’s Ward. By LieutCol. Hazeltine, 224 Rattlepate, the Nabob, By Scott R, Sherwood, 225 Night-Mawk Bill; or, The New York Sportemen’s Clew. By W. J. Hamilton. 226 The Masked Maniac. By Maro 0. Rolfe, 227 Barney's Bold Brush, By James L. Bowen, 228 The Deadwood Sports, By Lieut. S. G, Lansing, 229 Hans Schmidt, Jr.; or, The Disguised Yankee, By W. J. Hamilton. 280 Lone Star’s Sure Shot. By Hurry Hazard. 281 Mark Morgan’s Mask. By Capt. Charles Howard, 232 Billy Broom’s First Cruise, By H. Minor Klapp. 288 The Girl Rifle-Shot. By W. J. Hamilton. 284 Old Kyle's Long Tramp. By Henry J. Thomas, 285 Old Bill Syce’s Pledge. By Edward Willett. 286 The On-the-Wing Detective. By Ed. S, Ellis, 287 The Dolphin’s Young Skipper. By Roger Starbuck, 288 Josh’s Boy Pards. By S. G. Lansing, 289 Lee Dakin’s Disguise, By Maro 0, Rolfe, 240 Daring Dick’s Race. By Arthur L. Meserye. 241 Uncle Ephe’s Boys. By J. Stanley Henderson. 242 "Oyclist Bob Snared. By Capt. R. M. Hawthorne. 248 Biash-Tighe Joe; or, Brave, the Canine Scout, By Charles », Isley. 244 Bob Baker’sa Last Leap. By T. Benton Shields, U.S. A. 245 North Woods Nat. By W. J. Hamilton. 246 a Chief; or, Dolly’s Droll Disguise. By J. M. verrill, Denver Dick, the Rattler; or, The Minera of Deadwood Gulch. By Harry Hazard, Black Jim’s Doom; or, Billy Bowlege’s Revenge, By Lieut. Col. Hazeltine, Morgan, the Sea Rover; or, The Shrewd Scotchman’s Scheme, By John S$: Warner. Zach's Ghost Trap; or, The Haunted-House Hayoe. George Applegate. Kyd’s Bold Game; or, The Denth-Trail Mystery. By Paul Bibbs. Sancho Sam’s Shot; or, By George Gleason. Gratty Crazy Slack; or, The French Fugitive. By azard, The Fighting Quaker; or, The Droll Darky’s Dismay. sy Kdward S, Ellis. The Ranger's First Cruise; or, The Yankee Tar Abroad, By John S. Warner. Bob Gage’s Crew; or, The John Neal, Ready March 9. Tommy’s Fast Pacer: or, Searching for “ Uncle Joatah,'* By W. J. Hanillton, Ready March 16, Poe Bell’s Pluck; or, The Frenchman's Fate, By Capt, Chas. Woward. Ready March 28. Rocky Mountain Burts or, Harry, the Furrier’s Son, By Edward Willett. Ready March 30. 260 Reckless Ralph’a Risk; or, The Tell-Tale Clew. James L, Bowen. Ready April 6. 261 Gold Nugget Dick; or, Two Boys’ Good Luck. By Tom P, Morgan. Ready April 13, Bendle’« Boy’s LAbrary is for sale by all Newsdealers, five cents per copy, or sent by mall on receipt of six cents each, BEADLE AND ADAMS, Publishers, 98 William Street, New York, R4e 248 R49 250 By 251 Fort Binkley’s Specter Riders. Harry Boys of Logger Camp, By By
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BEADLE’S POCKET LIBRARY. Published Hvery Wednesday. Hach Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents. 1 Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road. By E. L. Wheeler. 2 Kansas King; or, The Red ht Hand, Buffalo Bil.’ ips sel 8 The Flying Yankee; or, The Ocean Outcast. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 4 The Double Daggers; or, Deadwood Dick's De- flance. By Edward L. Wheeler. 5 The Two Detectives; or, The Fortunes of a Bowery Girl. By Albert W. Aiken, 6 The Prairie Pilot; or, The Phantom Spy. B: Buffalo Bill. oe iad 7 The Buffalo Demon; or, The Border Vultures. By Edward L. Wheeler. 8 Antelope Abe, the Boy Guide. By Oll Coomes. 9 Ned Wylde, the Boy Scout. By “Texas Jack.” 10 Buffalo Ben, Prince of the Pistol, By EK. L. _ Wheeler. 11 Ralph Roy, the Boy Buccaneer. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, on : W Nick o’ the Night; or, The Boy Spy of '76, B Ue Of Harbaugh, ‘ a EEe a 48 Yellowstone Jack; or, The Trappers of the En- chanted Ground. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 14 Wild Ivan, the Boy Claude Duval. BEL Wheeler, 15 Diamond Dirk; or, The Mystery of the Yellow- stone. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham, 16 Keen-Knife, Prinee of the Prairies. By Ol Coomes. 17 Oregon Sol, Nick Whiffles's Boy Spy. By J. F.C. Adams, 18 Death-Face, the Detertive. By E. L. Wheeler. 19 Lasso Jack, the Young Mustanger. Coomes. 20 Roaring Ra)p» Reckwood, the Reckless Ranger. By Harry St. George. 21 The Boy Cly'wn; or, The Queen of the Arena. By Frank 3. Finn. ” @ 22 The Phantom Miner; or, Deadwood, Dick’s Bo- nanza. By Edward ZL eeler. %3 The Se1-Cat; or, The Witch of Darien. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. 24 The Damb Spy. By Oll Coomes. 2% Rattiing Rube; or, The Night Hawks of Ken- tucsy. By Harry St. George. % Old Avalanche, the Great Annihilator; or, Wild Edoa, the Girl Brigand. By E. L. Wheeler. 27 Glass-Hye, the Great Shot of the West. By J. F. C. Adams. 28 The Boy Captain; or, The Pirate’s Daughter. By Roger Starbnek, 29 Dick Darling, the Pony Express Rider. By Capt. F, Whittaker. ! oe 80 Rob Woolf, the Border Ruffian. By Edward L. Wheeler, 81 Nightingale Nat; or, The Forest Captains, oF Harbaugh. e ay, 82 Black John, the Road-Agent; or, The Outlaws’ Retreat, By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. ve 83 Omaha Oll, the Masked Terror: or, Dead Dick in Danger. By E. L. Wheeler. ae & Burt Bunker, the Trapper. By Geo. B. Lasalle. 85 oe. Bor Ed or, The Underground Camp. By % The White Buffalo. By George EK. Lasalle By Ol] 87 Jim Biudsoe, Jr., the Boy Phenix; or, Through to Death, By Edward L. Wheeler. 88 Ned Hazel, the Boy Trapper. By Captain J. F. C. Adams, 89 Deadly Eye, the Unknown Scout. By Buffalo Bill. 40 Nick Whiffles’s Pet; or, Inthe Valley of Death. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 41 Deedwood Dick’s Eagles; or, The Pards of Flood Bar. By Edward L, Wheeler. 42 The Border King; or, The Secret Fos. By Oll Coomes. 48 Old Hickory; or, Pandy Elllis’s Scalp. By Harry St. George. 44 The White Indian; or, The Scouts of the Yellow- stone. By Capt. J. FG. Adams. 45 Buckhorn Bill; or, the Red RifleTeam. By Ed- ward L, Wheeler. 48 The Shadow Ship; or, The Rival Lieutenants, By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 47 The Red Brotherhood; or, The Twelve Avengers. By W. J. Hamilton, 48 Dandy Jack; or, The Outlaw of the Oregon Trail, By T. C. Harbaugh. 49 Hurricane Bill; or, Mustang Sam and His Pard, By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 50 Single Hand; or, A Life for a Life. By W.J. Hamilton. 51 Patent-leather Joe; or, Old Rattlesnake the Charmer. By Philip S. Warne. 52 The Rorder Robin Hood; or, The Prairie Rover. By Buffalo Bill. 53 Gold Rifle, the Sharpshooter. By Edward L. Wheeler. 54 Old Zip’s Cabin; or, A Greenhorn in the Woods. By Capt. J. F. GC. Adams. 55 Delaware Dick, the Young Ranger Spy. By Ol Coomes. 56 Mad Tom Western, the Texan Ranger. By W. J. Hamilton. 57 Deadwood Dick on Deck; or, Calamity Jane. By Edward L. Wheeler. 58 Hawkeye Harry, the Young Trapper. By Oll Coomes. : 59 The Boy Duelist; or, The Cruise of the Sea Wolf. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 60 Abe Colt, the Crow-Killer. By Albert W. Aiken. 61 Corduroy Charlie, the Boy Bravo. By Edward Wheeler. 62 Will Somers, the Boy Detective. By CLarles Morris. 68 Sol Ginger, the Giant Trapper. By Albert W. Aiken, 64 Rosebud Rob; or, Nugget Ned, the Knight of the Gulch. By Edward L. Wheeler. : 65 Lighting Joe, the Terror of the Prairie, By Capt. J. F. ©. Adams, : 66 Kit Harefoot, the Wood-Hawk. By T. G. Har- baugh, 67 Rollo, the Boy Ranger. By Oll Coomes. 68 Idyl, the Girl Miner; or, Rosebud Rob on Hand, By Edward L, Wheeler. 69 Deke care Dick; or, The Heroin Rags, By Chas, Morris. 70 Sure Shot Seth, the Boy Rideman, By OW Coomes. Sa
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BEADLE’S POCKET LIBRARY. 71 Sharp Sam; or, The Adventures of a Friendless Boy. By J. Alexander Patten. 72 The Lion of the Sea; or, The Vailed Lady of San Tropez. By Albert W. Aiken. 73 a Phil, the Boy Sleuth; or, Rosebud Rob’ ppearance. By E. L. Wheeler, 74 Picayune Pete; or, Nicodemus, the Dog Deteo- tive. By Charles Morris. % Island Jim; or, The Pet of the Family. By Bracebridge Hemyng (Jack Harkaway). 76 Watch-Eye, the Shadow. By E. L. Wheeler. 77 Dick Dead-Eye, the Boy Smuggler. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham m.} 78 Deadwood Dick’s gigas or, The Sign of the Double Cross, By E. L, Wheeler. 79 The Black Mustanger; or, The Wild Horse Hun- ters. By Captain Mayne id. 80 Old Frosty, the Guide. By T. C. Harbaugh. 81 The Sea Viper; or, The Midshipman’s Legacy. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 82 Seth Jones; or, The Captives of the Frontier. By E. 8. Ellis. 88 Canada Chet, the Counterfeiter Chief, By E. L. Wheeler. 84 The Dumb Page; or, The Doge’s Daughter. B, Captaid Frederick Whittaker 5 & The Bo ei or, The Enchanted Island, By Edward 8. Eli 86 Jack nacre? in New York. By Bracebridge Hemyng. 87 The Hussar Captain; or, The Hermit of Hell Gate. By Col Prentiss Ingraham, 8&8 Deadwood Dick in Leadville; or, Strange Stroke for Liberty. By Edward L. ‘Wheeler 89 Bill Biddon, ene or, Life in the Northwest. By Edward §. 90 ‘Boe the ead or, The Young Champion. orge Gleason. 91 Mustang Sam, the King of the Plains, By Jos. E. Badger, 92 The Ocean Bloodhound; or, the Red Pirates of the Caribbees. By Samuel W. Pearce. 98 Phil Hardy, the Boss Bo; Se The Mystery of the Stronghold. By Char es Morris, 94 Deadwood Dick as Detective, By E. L. Wheeler. % Buck Buckram; or, Bess the Female Trapper. By Captain J. FO, Adams. 96 Gilt-Edged Dick. By Edward L. Wheeler. 97 The Black Steed of the Prairies. By James L. Bowen. 98 The Sea Hh gl or, The Boy Robinson Crusoe, By Juan Lewis. 99 Bonanza Bill, the Man Tracker; or, the Secret Twelve. By E. L. Wheeler. 100 ing Todd; or, The Fate of the Sioux Captive. y B.S, Hillis, 101 baie Davy, the Young Bear Killer; or, The Trail of the Border Wolf. By Harry St. George, 103'The Yellow Chief; or, The Half-Blood’s Ven- geance. By Capt, Mayne Reid. 108 Chip, the Girl Sport. By Edward L. Wheeler. 104 The Black Schooner; or, Jib Junk, the Old Tar. By Roger Starbuck. 105 Handsome Harry, the Bootblack Detective, By Charles Morris, ©’ 106 Night-Hawk Kit; or, gis Daughter of the Ranch, By Joseph E. Badger, J ra 107 Jack Hoyle’s Lead; or, The Road to Fortune, By Edward L. Wheelez, 108 ie poe Kit, the White Mustanger. By 109 The ariee a or, The M By Frank Dzmont. ee Bardi F-22 110 The Dread Rider; or, The Texan elist. George W. Browne. ’ a Ki 111 Boss Bob, the King of Bootblacks, L, Wheeler. ~ BLaeeey 112 The Helpless Hand. By Capt. Mayne Reid. 113 Scar-Faced Saul, the Silent Hunter, By Ol Coomes. 114 Piney Paul, the Mountain Boy. By T. OC, Har- baaeh. y. By 115 Deadwood Dick’s Double; or, The Ghost of Gor- gon’s Gulch, By Edward L. heeler, e P 116 Jabez Coffin, Skipper; Ca yet in the P Regions. By Capt. Wh: Y e:Eeier 117 Fan Frank of Colorado; or, “the Tri Trust By “Buffalo Bil? *pper 118 Will Wildfire, the heres ‘hb ning Hand. by Chas. M 119 pron Bill; or, Dostwiand Dick’s Home Base. Edward L. Wheeler. 120 Geer Gid, the Boy Trapper. By T. O. Har- 5; or, The Win- 121 Harry Armstrong, the coe tig of the Club. By Bracebridge Hemyng, (Jack Harkaway). 123 The Huuted Hunter; i 3 Strange Horseman of the Prairie. By 8, Ellis. 128 Solid Sam, the Boy Bond. ete By Edward L. Wheeler. 1% Judge Lynch, Jr.; or, The Boy Vi te. T A oe Ln 3 OF, y Vigilante. By 125 The Land Pirates; or, The geo of Devil's Island. By Capt. Mayne Reid. 12% Blue Blazes; or, The Break o’ Day Boys of Rocky Bar. By Frank Dumont. 17 ee ont iward Le thé fdas sey Boss Bob’s Boss Job. 128 at serie as a Winning Against Odds. By Charies Morris. 129 Hagle Kit, the Boy Demon. By Oll Coomes. 120 Gold Trigger, the Sport; or, The Girl Avengers. By T. C. Harbaugh. 181 A Game of Gold; or, Deadwood Dick’s Strike. By Edward L. Wheeler. Big 182 Dainty Lance, the Boy Sport. By Joseph EK, ger, Jr. 183 Wild-fire, the Boss of the Road. Frank Du- mont. 134 ene the Harbor Police Boy. By Chas. 185 Deadwood Dick of Dea wood; or, The Picked Party. By Edward L. Wheeler. 186 pee Rube, the Hunter. By Capt. Hamilton Holmes. 187 Dandy Rock, the Man from Texas. By G, Waldo Browne. 188 Bob Rockett, the Boy Dodger. By Chas. Morris, 139 The Black Giant; or, Dainty Lance in Jeopardy. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 140 Captain Arizona, the King Pinof Road-Agents. By Philip 8S. Warne. 441 New York Nell, the Boy-Girl Detective. By E. L, Wheeler. 142 Little Texas, the Young Mustanger. By Oli Coomes. AO ey Dash; or, Fighting Fire with Fire, By Jos, K, Badger, dger, Jr.
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| | BEADLE’S POCKET LIBRARY. 344 Little Grit, the Wild Rider. By Col. Prentiss In- graham. 1 The Tiger of Taos; or, Wild Kate, Dandy Rock’s Angel. By Geo, Waldo Browne. 46 The Cattle King; or, Cortina’s Right Bower. By Frank Dumont. 147 Nobby Nick of Nevada; or, the Scamps of the Sierras. By Edward L. Wheeler. 148 Thunderbolt Tom; or, the Wolf-Herder of the Rockies, By Harry St. George. 49 — Rockett, the Bank Runner. By Charles 150 The Mad Miner; or, Dandy Rock's Doom. @. Waldo Browne. ’ “j a The Sea Trailer; or, A Vow Well Kept. Col. = Prentiss Ingraham.” akg ? Dandy Darke; or, The Tigers of High Pin 18 OD Eyster’ +f e Sa! Wild Frank, the Buckskin Bravo. ae va see Wheeler eT 104 The Trailers; or, Lance on the W: Path. By Jos. E. Badger, f. = 155 Gold Plume, the Boy Bandit. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 156 Will Wikdfire in the Woods. By O. Morris. 157 Ned Temple, the Border Boy. By T. ©. Har- baugh. 168 Deadwood Dick's Doom; or, Calamity Jane’s Last Adventure. By E. L. Wheeler. 159 Patent-Leather Joe’s Defeat; or, The Lady ad-Agent. By Philip 8. Warne. 160 Buffalo Billy, the Boy Bullwhacker; or, The Doomed Thirteen. By Col. P. Ingraham. Bob Rockett, the Cracksman. By O. Morris. Little Hurricane, the Boy Captain. By Ol} Coomes. 168 Deadwood Dick's Dream; or, the Rivals of the Road. By E. L. Wheeler. 164 Tornado Tom; or, Injun Jack from Red Core. By T. 0. Harbaugh. 165 Buffalo Bill’s Bet; or, The Gambler Guide, By Col P. Ingraham. 166 Will Wildfire Wins and Loses; or, “A Trump Card,”” By Charles Morris. 107 Dandy Rock’s Pledge; or, Hunted to Death. George W. Browne. — ed 168 Deadwood Dick's Ward; or, The Black Hills Jezebel. By Edward L. Wheeler. 169 The Boy Champion. By Edward Willett. 17 Bob Rockett’s Fight for Life; or, Shadowed in New York. By Charles Morris. {71 Frank Morton, the Boy Hercules, ou Coomes. ca The Yankee Ran or, Dusky Darrell. Edwin Emerson. aa = 173 Dick Dingle, Scout; or, The Frontier Angel. Edward & Ellis. . - 174 Dandy Rock’s Scheme; or, The Golden Hand. By G. W. Browne. 175 The Arab Detective; or, Snoozer, The Sh By Edward L. Wheeler, eid 176 Will Wildfire'’s Pluck; or, The Hidden Hand. By Charles Morris. 177 The Boy Commander; or, The Maid of Perth. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 278 The Maniac Hunter; or, The Mysteries of Night Island. By Burton daxe. 179 Dainty Lance; or, The Mystic Marksman. By JE ger, Jr. 180 The if Gold-Hunter; or, Navajo Nick’s Scout, By T. CG. Harbaugh. 181 The Scapegrace Son. By Charles Morris. 182 The Dark-Skinned Scout; or, The Freebooters of the Mississippi. By Lieut. Gol. Hazeitine. 183 Jabexu Dart, Detective; or, The Hermit Trapper. By Oll Coomes, Ye Se 184 Featherweight, the Boy Spy. By Ed. Willett. 185 Bison Bill, the Overland Prince. By Col. Pren- tiss Ingraham. 186 Dainty Lance and His Pard. By J. E. Badger, Jr. 187 The Trapped Tiger King; or, Dark Paul's Plot. By Charlies Morris. 188 The Ventriloquist Detective. A Romance of Rogues. By Edward L. Wheeler. 189 Old Rocky’s Boys; or, Bonito, the Young Mus- tang-Breaker. By Maj. Sam, 8S. Hall. 190 Sim Simpkins, Scout; or, The Faithful Mountain Mastiff. By James L, Bowen. 191 Dandy Rock’s Rival; or, The Mysterious Wolf Rider. By Geo. Waldo Browne. 192 Hickory Harry; or, Roaring Ralph, the Ventrilo- quist. By Harry St. George. 193 Detective Josh Grim; or, The Young Gladiator's Game. By Edward L, Wheeler. 194 Prospect Pete, the Boy Miner. By Oll Coomes. 195 The Tenderfoot Trailer; or, Plucky Phil, of the Mountain. By T. C. Harbaugh. 196 The Dandy Detective; or; The Abducted Boy Mystery. By Charles Morris. 197 Roy, the Young Cattle King; or, The Texan Sport Unmasked. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 198 Ebony Dan’s Mask; or, The Rival Leagues of the Mines. By Frank Dumont. 199 Dictionary Nat, Detective; or, Bill Bravo, the Bear Tamer. By T. C. Harbaugh. 200 The Twin Horsemen: or, The Brothers of the Plumed Lance. By Capt, Frederick Whittaker. 201 Dandy Darke’s Pards; or, The Hawks of High Pine. By Wm. R. Eyster. 202 Tom, the Texan Tiger; or;Old Luke's Luck. By Oli Goomes. 203 Sam, the Office Boy; or, The Tables Turned. By Charles Morris. 204 The Young Cowboy; or, The Girl “Trailer’s Tri- umph. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 205 The Frontier Detective; or, Sierra Sam’s Scheme, By E. L. Wheeler. 206 White Lightning; or, the Boy Ally, By T. ©, Harbaugh. 207 Kentuck Talbot's Band; or, The Red Lasso. By Captain Mark Wilton. 208 Tom's Castle Mystery; or, Dashi Dick's Disguise. By OllCoomen 3 209 The Messenger-Boy Detective; or, The Tab! Turned. By Charles Morris. a
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BEADLE’S POCKET LIBRARY. Published Hvery Wednesday, Hach Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents. 210 The Hunchback of the Mines; or, Reckless Ralph, the Road-Agent. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 211 Little Giant and His Band; or Despard, the Duelist. By P. S. Warne. 212 The Jimtown Sport; or, Gypsy Jack in Colorado, By EL. Wheeler. 213 The Pirate’s Prize; or, The Mysterious Yankee Schooner. By C. Dunning Clark. 214 Dandy Dave, of Shasta; or, The ’Frisco Flash o’ Lightning. By T. C. Harbaugh, 215 Daring Dan, the Ranger; or, The Denver Detec- tive. By Oll Coomes, 216 The Cowboy Captain; or, Ranger Ralph’s Ruin. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham, 217 Kald Head of the Rockies; or, The Ang’l of the Range. By Major Sam §. Hall. 218 The Miner Sport; or, Sugar-Coated Sam’s Claim, By Edward L. Wheeler. 219 Buck, the Detective; or, Paul, the Boy Pard. By Albert W. Aiken. 220 Craék-Shot Frank; or, Bill Bounce, the Moun- tain Bravo, By Charles Morris. 221 Merle the Middy; or, A Waif of the Waves. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham, 222 Rosebud Ben’s Boys; or, The Young Prairie Rangers. By Oll Conmes, 223 Gold Conrad’s Watch-Dogs; or, The Two Pards of Vulture Bar. By T. C. Harbeuch. 224 ped Fe gus, the New York Boy. By G.L, iken, 225 Dick Drew, the Miner’s Son; or, Apollo Bill, the Road-Agent. By Edward L. Wheeler. 226 Dakota Dick in Chicago; or, Jack, the Old Tar. By Charles Morris. 227 Merle, the Boy Cruiser; or, Brandt, the Buc- caneer. ey Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 3 228 The Preacher Detective; or, The Boy Ventrilo- uist. By Oll Coomes, 229 Old Hickory’s Grit. By John J. Marshall. 230 The Three Boy Sports; or, The Sword Hunters, By Captain Frederick Whittaker. 231 Sierra Sam, the Detective. By Ed, L. Wheeler. 282 Merle Monte’s Treasure; or, Buccaneer Brandt’s Threat. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 233 Rocky Rover Kit; or, Davy Crockett’s Crooked Trail. By Ensign 0. D. Warren. 234 Baldy, the Miner Chief. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams, 285 Jack Stump’s Cruise; or, The Montpelier’s Muti- ueers. By Roger Starbuck. 286 Sierra Sam’s Double; or, The Three Female De- tectives. By Ei. L. Wheeler, 287 Newsboy Ned, Detective; or, Two Philadelphia Gamins. By Charles Morris. 238 Merle Monte’s Sea-Scraper; or, Little Belt’s Droll Disguise. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 239 Ben's Biz Boom; or, The Boss Miner’s League, By Capt. Mark Wilton. %40 Sharp Shot Mike, or, Columbia Jim on the War- Path. By Oll Coomes. \ 241 Sierra Sam's Sentence: or. Little Luck at Rough nch. By Edward L, Wheeler. 242 The Denver Detective; or, Dainty Dot at Gold Gulch. By T. C, Harbaugh. 243 Dutch San’s Dilemma; or, The Mysterious Mountain Monster, By Maj. L. W. Carson. 244 Merle Monte’s Disguise; or, The Capture of Brandt, the Buccaneer. By Col. Prentiss In- graham, 245 B Idy’s_ Boy Partner; or, Young Brainerd’s Steam Man, By Edward S. Ellis. 246 Detective Keen’s Apprentice; or, James Jumper the New York Gamin. By Charles Morris, 247 The Girl Sport; or, Jumbo Joe’s Disguise, Edward L, Wheeler. 48 Giant George’s Pard; or, Arizona Jack, the Tenderfoot, By Buckskin Sam, By 219 Ranch Rob’s Wild Ride; or, Old Winch The Rifle King. By T. O. Harbaugh. 250 Merle Monte’s Pardon; or, The Pirate Chief's Doom. By Col. Prentiss Ingrabam. 251 The Deaf Detective; or, Weasel, the Boy Tramp. By Edward Willett. 252 Denver Doll's Device; or, The Detective Quren. By Edward L. Wheeler. 253 The Boy Tenderfoot; or, Roaring Ben Bundy of Colorado. By Capt. Mark Wilton. 254 Black Hills Ben; or, Dutch Jan on the War- Path. By Maj. Lewis W. Carson. 255 Jolly Jim, Detective; or, The Young Protege’s Victory. By Charles Morris. 256 Merle Monte’s Last Cruise; or, The Sea Robber at Bay. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 257 The Boy Chief of Rocky Pass; or, The Young © California Pards, By Maj. E. L. St. Vrain. 258 Denver Doll as Detective, By BE. L. Wheeler. 259 L'ttle Foxeye, the Colorado Spy. By Ol Coomes, 260 Skit, the Cabin Boy. By Edward Willett. 261 Bl:de, the Sport, or, the Giant of Clear Grit Camp. By T. C. Harbaugh. 262 Billy, the Boy Rover; or, Terror Tom of Texas, By Col. P. Ingraham, 263 Buster Bob’s Buoy; or, Lige, the Lizht-House Keeper. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 264 Denver Doll’s Partner; or, Big Buckskin the Sport. By E. L. Wheeler. - 265 Billy, the Baggace Boy; or, The Young Railroad Detective. By Charles Morris, 266 Guy’s Boy Chum; or, The Forest Waif’s Mask. By Capt. Comstock, 267 Giant George’s Revenge; or, The Boys of *‘ Slip- up Mine.” By Buckskin Sam, 268 The Dead Shot Dandy; or, The Rio Grande Marauders. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 269 The Quartzville Boss; or, Daring David Darke. By Edward Willett. 270 Denver Doll’s Mine; or, Little Bill’s Big Loss, By E. L. Wheeler. : 271 Ebony Jim’s Terror; or, Ranger Rainbolt’s Ruse, By Oll Coomes. : 272 Kit, the Girl Detective; or, Dandy Dash in Cali- fornia. By T. C. Harbaugh. 2738 The Girl Rider; or, Nimble Ned’s Surprise, By Jos. BE. Badger, Jr, 274 Dead Shot Dandy’s Double; or, Benito, the Boy Pard. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. Ready April 10. 275 Fred, the Ocean Waif; or, The Old Sailo’s Protege. By Charles Morris. . Ready April 17. 276 Deadwood Dick Trapped; or, Roxey Ralph's ' Ruse. By Edward L. Wheeler. Ready April 24. 277 The Idiot per. Avenger; or, Captain Wild-Cat’s Big Game. y Aen W. Aiken, Ready May Bravue’s Pocxer Lrerary is for sale by all News- dealers, five cents a copy, or sent by mail on re- ceipt of six cents each. BreabLe AND ApaAMs, Publishers, P 98 William Street, New York. |