Beadle's Pocket Library (no. 318) (1890 02 12)
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Copyrighted, 1890, by Braptm axp Apama, Entered at the Post Office at New York, N. Y., as Second Clase Mail Matter. Feb, 12, 1800. No. 318, $2.50 Published Weekly by Beadle and Adams, Prive, Vol, XXV, a Year. No. 98 WILLIAM Sr., NEW YORK. Five Cents, ‘*} HAVE YET TO GET EYEN WITH THE BOTH OF YOU, AND I’LL DO IT OR DIE IN THE ATTEMPT,” HE QRIED, BIERCELY, SHAKING HIS FIST AT THEM,
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2 Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash, Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash; THE CATTLE KINGS. BY EDWARD L. WHEELER, AUTHOR OF ‘‘ DEADWOOD DICK” NOVELS, “‘ ROSE- BUB ROR” NOVELS, ETC., ETO. CHAPTER IL. THE INSULT, “ PepRo!” “Yes, general!” . “ Who is this fellow who rescued Lenore from the cowboys, a week since?” “T know not, general, except that he is a wandering ranger, and is known at the camp as Uolorado Charlie, or Quick-Shot.” ‘*from what does he derive so strange a i? “T believe he is counted the most unerring shot on the range, sir, either with rifle or re- volver.” ‘Undoubtedly some good-for-nothing vaga- bond, with a penchant for notoriety and cheap whisky!” the general said, angrily, as he bit savagely at the end of a bhalf-smoked cheroot. “ What is more, Pedro, [ hear that Lenore has ’ been twice to Daggersville this week, ostensibly to do shopping, but in reality to meet this tramp.” Pedro smiled at the expression of disgust upon his master’s face, ‘Hearsay has given you the truth for once, sir,” he said. ‘Of course I have no desire to meddle in your family affairs, but I have seen Colorado Charlie and Lenore have a clandestine meeting!” “Ten thousand devils! when—where? Speak up, man!” The general was fearfully excited. . “Tt was last night, sir, in the arbor at the lower end of the lawn,” Pedro replied. “Curse myself for a fool if this isn’t interest- ing! My daughter, a descendant from one of the finest families in old Kentuck, playing the loverly with a nameless mongrel cur of the prairies! Go, quick, Pedro, and send the girl to me, Tl put her on bread and water fora week!” ‘Beg pardon, sir. The carriage departed an hour ago, taking Miss Lenore over to the Cot- tenwoods.” ** Ah! yes; I had forgotten. There’s to be a sort of reception fete there, in honor of Old Man Ronald’s son coming back from graduation at Yale, Well, letthegirl go. T'llsee to this matter of the scout, later, You can go.” And the general leaned back in his easy-chair, to finish his cigar, while Pedro left the room. General Gleason was an ex-Confederate offi- cer, and one of the richest of the “‘ cattle kings,” in southern Colorado, at the time of which we write, His magnificent prairie island, of many thou- sand acres of superb grazing land, wes a half- mile from the quiet, thriving town of Daggers- ville, whose rude habitations were pitched down among the lower foot-hills of the hoary moun- tain range, at Grizzly Gap. ted Daggersville we will speak more fully here- after. From the town, a private road ran down over a half-mile of rolling prairie to Villa Vo- selle, the magnificent home of the general—a large modern residence, surrounded by spacious grounds, with abundant shades, flowers, serpen- tine drives, and costly statuary—a home fit for a prince, the interior furnished in the most ele- gant manner, General Gleason, his daughter Lenore, and half a dozen servants—Pedro among them— were the only occupants of this sumptuous home, except when frequently honored with visitors, To be sure there was a full half-hundred cow- boys and herdsmen in the general’s employ, but they bad a special ‘‘settlement,” or habitation, known as the Barracks, ten miles to the south, on the cattle-range, and seldom showed up at Villa Voselle except on pay-day, The foregoing conversation occurred in the general’s well-stocked library, where the gen- eral was seated at an open window, looking out upon a cool veranda toward the mining-town, upon which the dying sunlight of a hot August day was just waning, : He was not a homely man—this fiery, hot- blooded Southerner, who had fought through the entire four years of the great struggle in the Confederate service. 5 He was tall and of Commnanainy build, with broad chest and shoulders; anda haughty, sol- dierly bearing. a His face was more stern than kindly in ex- pression, and was well covered with short- cropped, iron-gray beard, while his hair was still more silvery. His eyes were gray and eagle- like in their glance, and a high, well-shaped fore- head denoted that he was a man of pronounced intellectual strength. His face still wore an angry expression after Pedro departed, for it galled his proud ae this rumor that his daughter, the queenly Le- nore, at whose shrine the best men of Washing- ton had bowed but a season before, should even notice a common rover of the mountain and prairie, Ambitious views had the general for the dis- posal of his daughter. 5 : Up in Daggersville, temporarily stopping at the Cinnamon Bear Hotel, was an old friend of the general’s—Colone] Melntosh by name—sixty ‘years old, gray-haired, pinched-faced, red-nosed and the r of but one eye and one leg; yet one of highly-aristocratic lineage, with a bank account of a quarter of a million, and one of the most extensive and profitable cotton-plantations on the Red River. Hence the colonel had been decided upon for Lenore, by her business-like and practical arent. B And Colonel Zack McIntosh had come to Daggersville for the purpose of taking the fair Lenore back with him as his wife. But Miss Gleason had obstinately refused to assent to the arrangement, and where the colo- nel had only expected to stay a week after bis _ arrival, a month had already passed, and still
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a | ‘Big as Colorado Charlie ’s Detective Dash. 3 le there was no likelihood of his securing his bride. About eight days before the day that opens our romance, Lenore had been found missing, and it was at once suspected that she had been captured by a couple of discharged cowboys, ene had sworn to wreak vengeance on the gen- era An armed party was organized and sent out in search of the border beauty, and during their absence Lenore was returned safely to Daggers- ville by the new-comer, Quick-Shot,° together with the two cowboys who had abducted her. Colorado Charlie naturally became the hero of the hour, but respectfully declined Lenore’s pr coat to call upon her father at Villa Vos- elle, The cowboys were jailed; and this about ex- plains all now necessary before proceeding with our story, save that the general, to the surprise of every one, had neglected to see Colorado Charlie and tender him the large reward he had offered for the rescue of bis daughter. “ This is a pretty sta e of affairs,” the general fumed, after Pedro left the library. “McIntosh is growing impatient over the girl’s confounded stubbornness, and first we know, he'll become entirely disgusted and go back to lis plantation, and all my plans to succeed to his estate and money will be knocked into a cocked hat. He must not be allowed to slip away—that is settled. Lenore must marry him. But, how is it to be accomplished? The girl has the spirit and temper of her father. When she gets an obstinate notion into her head, thunder and lightning would not drive or scare her cut of it. She despises McIntosh, and he perfectly idolizes her. If a success is to be made of my ambitious scheme, it evidently must be through bim.” He then relapsed into a sort of reverie, which lasted several minutes, when he arose#glanced at his watch, and put on bis hat, “lve a curiosity to see this young scout!” he said, seizing his formidable gold-headed cane— one of those convenient affairs for gentlemen, holding a deadly bullet in one end and a narrow flask of liquor in the other, ‘“‘I credited Lenore with extraordinary good taste, therefore I should naturally expect to find this fellow a very para- gon among men,” He left the house, and walked briskly away toward Daggersville—something unusual for him, as he generally galloped up to the camp on his spirited roan, Kentuck, than which no bet- ter or fleeter horse existed had often been his boast, Daggersville was a little collection of cabins and shanties, situated on either side of a rugged stage-trail at the mouth of Grizzly Gap which at this point, split the towering mauntain-range asunder, There were not cver a couple of hundred in- habitants, mostly knights of the pick and shovel, the remainder being gamblers or shop- keepers, barring a small sprinkling of women and children. Excepting a few private “patches,” which eee but a meager profit, two quartz mines ‘ormed the main support of the miners who populated Daggersville, and both of these mines were owned by a company, the chief stock- holder of which was a wealthy ranchero, Old | Man Roland, as he was called, he being presi- dent of the company, and owning a controlling interest. Besides the private shanties, were a couple of stores, a laundry, smithy, and a well-kept hotel, known as the Cinnamon Bear, to which was auinexed a well-patronized bar, and card-room. The proprietor of this place was a ponderous specimen of humanity, Major Garibaldi. Greer by name, whose boast was that he could tip the beam at three hundred pounds, And when the Cinnamon Bear was built, a special width of doorway had been provided for the major, in order to admit his enormous cor- porosity. The major wasa bachelor, jolly as he was fat, and his hotel was known as the best along the range. One apoplectic German, Peter Schmidt, handled the managerial reins—for, once the major got seated at a card-table, it was too great an effort for him to arise for any- thing less than something unusually important. When General Gleason reached the camp, he made his way direct to the office of the tavern, where he foud Schmidt presiding. ‘* Good afternoon, Peter!” he saluted. ‘t Where is the major?” ‘*€ Tn the saloon,” Without tarrying, the general entered the bar and gaming saloon, which was spacious, and handsome—for the major would have no half- way things done about his place. The major and Colonel McIntosh were seat- ed at a table, engaged in a game of poker, which ended an instant after Gleason’s en- trance, and the fat man’s full-moon face became radiant with satisfaction as he raked in a large sum of money. . MclIntosh’s jaw fel] somewhat as he saw the general appear and the money disappear. ** Why, how are you, general?” Greer saluted, extending his fat hand. “If I wasn’t so pon- derous, ’'d have the courtesy to rise, How is the general?” _ *T am quite‘hearty, thank you, I need not ask after your health, I suppose?” ‘*Not at all, Appearances are not deceitful in my case, Sit down, and lose a hundred with us? “Oh, no! You yeterans would make quick work out of me. I’d like a private word with you. The =e and Gleason stepped to one side, out of earshot. “*T came here to learn what I could about Colorado Charlie, who rescued my daughter,” the general said, his eyes gleaming. ‘‘ Knowing you to be on the square, I thought you would be as likely to tell what you know of him, as any one else.” “Certainly, general—certainly.” ‘* Well, have you seen this fellow who calls himself Colorado Charlie?” “*T have.” “* What sort of a looking fellow is he?” ‘* Handsome.” “Such as a susceptible young lady of educa- — tion and refined tastes would be apt to fancy?” “Well, I dunno, Sele I know’d a nabob lady ter marry a half-breed once,” j
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4 Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash. et “* Where is this fellow?” “< He went off for a ride awhile ago; be back for supper, he said.” “Oh, Pll wait for him, then. They say he is a quick shot?” “Such is the case, I hear. I should judge, from what experience I’ve had at interpreting ther peculiarities o’ human character, general, thet he’d be a purty safe character to let alone, speakin’ rampageously.” “Has he bravado? “No; he ain’t no blusterin’ tough, but has every appearance of bein’ a quiet gentleman. Ef ary pilgrim were to tweak his nose, how- ever, [ opine thar’d be another earthquake needin’ to open uP, ter swaller ther corpuses, Not going to fight him?” “Oh, no! I merely want to see him on busi- ness. J’ll wait.” And the general sauntered away and took a seat on the veranda in front of the hotel. He bad to wait but half an hour, when a horseman came galloping leisurely down the trail and soon drew rein before the door, where he slid lightly to the ground and gave his hand- some steed to the stable-hand. He was a manof medium stature, witha wiry, muscular form, which, in its evident strength and suppleness, spoke of active life and exercise, both on foot and horseback. His age apparently was between twenty-three and twenty-five years; his face was frank, open and handsome, with a firm but pleasant mouth, me shaded by a brown mustache; deep rown eyes of sparkling expression, and hair of like shade, as wavy as the billows of the ocean and worn long over his shoulders. Beginning at his feet, he wore a fine pair of top-boots, light woolen pants, a belt containing a pair of revolvers, a white flannel shirt open at the throat, and a finely-tanned buckskin jacket of scarlet color and most elaborate finish in the wey of embroidery and golden bead-work, jaunty white prairie hat was worn upon ooops and he looked indeed a prince of the plains. He ran lightly up the steps after dismounting, but paused after reaching the veranda on seeing the general arise as if to speak, “Are you Colorado Charlie?’ Gleason de- manded in a by-no-means pleasant tone. 'That’s the title I bear, sir, among those who know me,” the scout answered, bowing. ‘“You are the party, then, who, ’tis said, res- cued my daughter?” “T rescued a Miss Gleason, sir.” ““Why did you not come to me, then, and claim the offered reward, sir, like a man?” ‘ Eixcuse me, but I hardly understand you. I bad no desire to accept a reward for a mere act of common kindness.” “Oh, no—of course not. 1 understand your motive. You wish to ingratiate yourself into good society, You took that way of doing it, expecting to be received with open arms. You have even planned and maneuvered so well as to secure clandestine meetings with my daughter. Sir-rh! you are a low mongrel of a prairie cur —a dastard and a sneak.” “ General Gleason!” Quick-Shot cried, draw- ing himself up proudly, his face flushed at the insult—‘‘ General Gleason, of Villa Voselle—let there be no mistake as to whom 1 mean—you are a liar and a coward!” CHAPTER 11. THE DUEL AND THE WARNING. THERE were several bystanders upon the ve- randa at the moment of the sudden outbreak and had a bomb exploded in their midst it woul have produced no more consternation than did the angry words of the two men. In a town, even as quiet as was Daggersville, no greater insult was*believed possible than to call ‘a man a liar and a coward, and yet this very thing had Quick-Shot done, and stood fac- ing the cattle-king with stern face and flashing eyes, General Gleason was truly staggered at the words hurled back by Colorado Charlie. It was the first time he had been called a liar or coward to his face in many a long year, “Tye a mind to strike you down where you stand, sir. Ill have you know that I’m not the man to be insulted by a common groveling. Take back your words, sir, or you shall rue it dearly.” ‘ *T am not the man, sir, to take back a word I utter until it is proven [ am in the wrong. When I find I am in the wrong, sir, I am always willing to make proper retraction,” ‘‘ See here, what’s the trouble?” Major Greer demanded, waddling from within doors. ‘I, maybe, can make peace between you two gents, What's up?” : “This aristocrat, who imagines, because he is reputed to be rich, that he can insult people at will, called me a mongrel cur, a dastard, and a sneak, and I called him a liar and a coward. Now he demands that I shall submit to his inso- lence and take back my assertion!” Quick-Shot cried, hotly. “<Tf you don’t it will be a sorry job for you!” Gleason gritted, “(ll take my chances on that!” was the firm reply. ‘' You provoked this servi and if you want to push it you'll find I’ll not run from you because you are, perhaps, financially, a bigger man than i,” ‘“ We will settle our differences with swords, as Southern gentlemen do; not with pistols, as Western desperadoes do. Major, oblige me by sending your man to Villa Voselle, for my two best swords. Direct him to Pedro, my valet!” “Unless you need two for your personal use, you need sent for but one!” Colorado Charlie said, with perceptible sarcasm, “I believe I bave a blade in my room,” and he walked away with a smile so aggravating as to cause the eek to stamp the floor in his rage and morti- ed pride. i The crowd had by this time swelled to the dimensions of about a hun persons, and ex- citement was increasing momentarily. A real out-and-out duel had never occurred in the camp, although free fights were of frequent oc- currence, By the time the hostler had got back Quick- Shot made his appearance, bearing a long, thin blade, with mountings of gold and se’ of pure diamonds,
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__ Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash, _ ‘ “8 The general’s was but a very ordinary affair as compared with it. Without parley, the two men took to the mid- dle of the street, prepared for business, The comparison between the two men was striking. The old general was much taller and broader, and heavier by a hundred pounds, than Quick-Shot, and as he seized his blade, with soldierly bearing, an audience would have made their bets in his favor, as he looked emi- pene, able to cut down his adversary with a low. : But, though the cattle-king towered above him—the fact did not seem to diminish Quick- Shot’s courage in the least. He handled his blade with the skill and science of a professional swordsman, and every thrust made by the gen- eral was neatly met and parried, For full ten minutes the deadly blades flashed through the air, and the ring of steel re- sounded, and though the general at last began to show signs of fatigue, Colorado Charlie was evidently as fresh as at the start. Full well noting that he was losing ground, the general uttered a vindictive oath, and made a master effort torun his adversary through; but Quick-Shot had been expecting that very thing, and with remarkable quickness made a powerful parry which hurled the sword from the cattle-king’s grasp, and sent it spin- ning a dozen feet away. ith almost the same breath, Colorado Charlie raised his sword again, and smote the general heavily upon the cheek with the flat of the blade, knocking him to the ground. “Mercy!” he cried, raising himself upon his elbow. “Mercy, I beg of you, Sir Colorado Charlie!” “You need not to ask for it!” Quick-Shot answered, ‘I have your life in my hands, but would not have the stain of the blood of such a man as you upon my sword. Arise, sir, and take a stranger’s advice—be a little more con- siderate in the future.” Thoroughly cbagrined, the his feet, and received his bi Greer. ‘“‘You have won, sir, and against odds,” he said, his voice trembling with bitter passion, which he tried to hold in check; “‘ hence, I ac- cept my life, from you, as a gift. This need not make any difference in our antagonistic re- lations, however. We are total strangers to each other, and I would warn you to keep your distance, both from me and mine, You are no fit person to court the acquaintance of my daughter, and if you have any common-sense or judgment, you will be only too glad to get out of this section of the country at once.” “T cannot comply, sir; I never was known to back out of a field for any one. For you | have only what respect you deserve. For your daughter I have a respectful admiratiou, and as long as I have the least reason to believe that she reciprocates the feeling, I shall not hesitate to pay her any gentlemanly attentions that are honorable and acceptable to her, regardless of what your feelings may be on the matter. It may be improper to make such a statement in public, but as I have the pleasure of knowing that I did not begin the quarrel, I trust 1 will be eneral arose to ie from Major excused for making your daughter’s affairs the sossip of the camp.” ‘Then, do I understand, sir, that you openly defy me?” ‘So far as you would intrude on my liberties as a citizen, yes!” Quick-Shot replied, with emphasis, and turning, he strode into the hotel. eneral Gleason and the major directly fol- lowed his example and repaired to the bar- room, where they became seated, and drinks were ordered, ‘General, this is a most unfortunate affair!” the major said. ‘‘The duel of a few minutes ago will do neither of you any parvicular credit.” “You know well enough that the fellow is no person to associate with my daughter, and I would be an idiot to allow such a thing to take lace, He worsted me at sword-play, but, curse im, [ll make this part of the country too hot for him yet, or I’m mistaken!” * Be careful how you war with him, general. He isn’t a boy.” “Noram Ia doll, Money isa powerful agent here, even if cémmon-sense can’t be beaten into a person,” ‘Perhaps. But, would you, General Gleason, a man of chivalry, use money as an agent to destroy a person who not only did you an in- valuable service, but also never harmed you, and spared your life when he could as well have taken it?? - “Did I say so?” ‘You binted as much,” “Maybe so. At any rate I'll break up this intimacy, or I'll know the reason why. No common border ruffian can ever link himself with the proud old Gleasons.” “So you think, But don’t be too sure, gen- eral, There is no law to prevent the marriage of two single adult persons in this State.” * There is a law—that of force!” “ Force is not a safe tool always.” “Bah! Nonsense! Since you have broached the subject—what can money not buy here?” “ Me!” the major declared, with emphasis, “And when I speak for myself, I speak for several others, [ fancy.” “Oh! indeed! Then you put your power in comparison with mine?” ‘Were it to come to that, I fancy I might stand a small show.” ‘You are foolish. It is an open fact that I control this town, its inhabitants, and the coun- try for miles around.” ** Do you?” “Tdo, Ihave but to call, anda small army awaits my orders!” ‘So you think. Doubt, however, is open to everybody, You may count your wealth, sir— and feel proud of it, too—by the hundred thou- sands of dollars, but, even your money cannot buy the honest, strong arm of many a sturdy Westerner.” “Ob, think so, if you choose, You, I am aware, are interested in the Ronald syndicate, but I can crush the whole of you uncer my feet.” “Tf you possessed such power, you would have een advantage of it long ago. As for your béing so perfectly a monarch of all you sur-
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6 _\ Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash, 1 LE vey, please read this. It came addressed to me, as the envelope will show.” He then handed the general an envelope, torn open at one end, from which the cattle-king slowly extracted a letter, written in a scrawling hand. The following were the contents: “ Orvice or Cap, Metron, Cattle- Thief. “aug. —, 18—. f , “To GENcRAL GIDEON GLEASON: “Srr,—I write you this little note to let you know that I have heard of the capture of two of my men, whom I sent to capture your daughter, whom it was my intention to hold, subject to ransom. Iam also informed from punts sources, that you have of- fered a reward of one théusand dollars for the cap- ture of myself and followers, which, with that of- fered by the State, counties, and private parties, through your political influence, makes a round sum of V thousand. “Tn writing you, I wish to express the heartfelt thanks of myself and my Rowdy Rangers, for your interestin our welfare; and wish, furthermore, to assure you that we shall improve tie first safe op- portunity to visit destruction on Villa Voselle, and all that appertains thereto. - “Yours to the death. “Cap, Meuron, “ Chief of the Colorado Cattle Confiseaters.”” CHAPTER IT. GRIT, Arter entering the hotel, Colorado Charlie made his way directly to his room, and tovk a good bath and rub down. Then feeling greatly refreshed, he sallied forth upon the street on¢e more. He was anxious to learn how the tide of public sentiment was drift- ing, for he was sanguine that his trouble with _ the cattle-king would make him enemies as well as friends. He was a stranger in the town of Daggersville, and realized that a moneyed power as an agent against a stranger, was an enemy not to be wholly despised, That General Gleason would work to drive him from the town, he had not a doubt, no mat- ter what cost it might entail. The man was arrogant and steraly set in his way, and he was plainly not a person to yield a point, when there was a Ses of a chance for him to win; hence, Quick-Shot needed no more to tell him that he was ttreading upon uncertain ground, and that it behooved him to keep wide awake to his own interests, as long as he remained in Daggersville. Several respectable Americans were reported to have met their death in the camp, in an unaccountable manner; and what little investi- gation had been made, elicited no explanation of their fate. ‘Twas said by the credulous that an Invisible Avenger haunted the town—a red-handed as- sassin, as it were, who possessed a ghostly face as white and sepulchral as that of a real corpse, and yet who possessed no body or underpinning whatever, as far as had ever been disoovered. The Dead Face was wont to peer in at shanty windows, of lonely nights, or be seen protrud- ing from clumps of bushes, or over the tops of bowlders; but all attempts to capture the owner _ had thus far proved unavailing. One peculiar circumstance connected with ‘ this specter, or whatever it was, was that, as an invariable rule, after. it had been seen inand — about. the camp, a dead man was soon after discovered, with a bullet-hole through his heart, and his head turned to the north. Thus it was that prairie and mountain-men grew into the opinion that Daggersvillé was uncanny and dangerous, wherefore it behooved a new-comer to ‘‘ keep his eye peeled” when on a visit to the camp, As Colorado Charlie sauntered along the rugged street he was a target for many curious glances, and it was partly to get from under the fire of eyes that he stepped into a newly-built store or shanty, in front of which was a sign: “GRIT GLEASON, TOBACCO AND CIGARS.” He took no time to recollect that there was a resemblance in the name of the cigar-dealer and the cattle-king just then; but he thought of it afterward, On entering the store, he found it to be a little pigeon-hole of a place, with a counter and show- case, and shelving, the latter two receptacles containing the rather limited stock of tobacco, cigars and smokers’ articles. Behind thecounter presided the young woman, or more properly.a girl, for her age could not have been over eighteen, if, indeed, she was that. She possessed a petite but well-rounded figure, which was plainly attired in a neat gingham dress. She owned one of the prettiest faces Quick-Shot had seen in a long time. It was youthful, small, fine-featured, and merry, The mouth was of tempting, roguish, sweet expres- sion, and the black eyes were like dancing dia- monds in their brilliancy. Her hair, like her eyes in color, was tossed back from her forehead in great abundance and charming confusion. Her hands were small and white. Colorado Charlie stared at her, it wasno more than she did at him, for few men of his striking appearance ever visited Daggersville, “A cigar, if you please,” he said, throwing a coin down on the show-case-—‘‘one of the best you have.” “These Havanas are very good, I believe, for half a dollar each. I only bought a few of them, as I seldom have call for a high-priced cigar. “T dare say not. The pipe, I believe, gen- erally suits the average miner better. Theso are right good—I'll take half a dozen, please.” This liberal purchase appeared to fill the pretty store-keeper with delight, and she took extra pains to put the cigars up in a neat pack- a Ze. “This is nice weather we are having, sir,” she remarked. ‘I do like pleasant weather, even if it is warm.” “Yes, It wiil not be long before the rainy season sets in. You are newly started in your business here, are you not?” * Oh! yes, sir—but a few days. I was sud- denly thrown upon my own resources, and hay- ing nothing to do, Mr. Tabor thought I might make a nice little living at this business. haven’t sold myself rich yet, however.”
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Colorado Charlie's Detective Dash. i J And she laughed merrily, “ Riches do not always come in a day,” Quick- Shot said, philosophically, ““To be sure they don’t. A few good custom- ers like you and Mr. Tabor, however, would make me believe I was getting rich.” ‘“Your appearance would indicate that you have known better times.” 5 ‘*You bet we have, sir. You see, we came from the East a few years ago, and papa bought a big ranch and started finto the stock- raising business. We were makiug out nicely, so far as I know—there was only papa and I— except that papa drank pretty hard, until about a month ago—then came the crash,’ ‘* Indeed?” “Yes. You see, papa came home one night, ard said he was not feeling weli. and believed he was coming down with the small-pox, to which he had been exposed over a week before up in the mountains at an Indian camp. I was awful scared, so I locked papu in the cabin we lived in, and mounting my pony, rode over to General Gleason’s—he’s ray uncle—and told him about it. He.had me seized and taken to one of his prairie cabins, and shut up there for ten days to see if I was going to come down with the small-pox.” “The brute!” “*T didn't like it, of course, but couldu’t help myself, At the end of ten days an Indian doc- tor visited me, and on finding me all right, re- leased me and took me back to uncle’s. Ob! sir, then came the terrible blow.” ‘“ What was it? I have become very much in- terested!” Colorado Charlie said, “Oh! sir, they told me my father had been dead and buried a week. For fear the disease would spread, our humble cabin and all our effects had been burned, and papa had been buried where no one would be likely to find his grave. Not even me would they tell where he was buried.” “I dare say they could be forced to tell!” Quick-Shot suggested. ‘There could be no sible harm in your knowing your father’s last resting-place,” “Certainly not. This has not been all my trouble, sir. Since I have told you so much, you may as well know all, When I asked con- oepning. my father’s ranch, my uncle stated that everything belonged to him—that he held a mortgage on the ranch for double its value, and had foreclosed it; that he held judgment notes against the stock and other personal property, and had confiscated it, according tolaw. He said I was left upon the world penniless, but being young and strong, could undoubtedly take care of myself. He then advised me to leave this part of the country, and suggested that my position in life now would make it im- perative that my acquaintance with the Glea- sons of Villa Voselle should abruptly terminate; also that it would be prudent’‘for me to change my name, did Trsmatn in these parts, so that there could be no danger of my being regarded as one of his family.” “T presume you agreed to the suggestion!” the young inquisitor said, with a dry laugh. ‘“T presume I did not!” Miss Gleason respon'- ed. “Itold him to go to blazes, and left the house. Lenore gave me fifty dollars out of her own pocket, and that helped me to start this place, I believe you are acquainted with Le- nore? She is such a nice girl.” : ““T have met her several times since’ I rescued her. It was owing to this fact that the general precipitated the street quarrel a while ago with me, “So TI learned. You rather worsted him.” “T placed him at my mercy, and gave him his life. I presume he will try to take mine as a re- turn compliment.” “T should not be surprised if he did. Al- though he isa relative of mine, I am sorry to say I believe him capable of almost any mean action.” “Your opinion coincides with my own. From what I have seen of the general, I must say he has a rascally and selfish disposition. It would not surprise me to learn that you have been deliberately swindled out of your father’s estate by your uncle.” **Oh, sir! do you really think so?” ““T do, for certainty.” ‘That is what Mr. Tabor believes, too.” “Tndeed? Who is this Mr. Tabor?” “A gentleman who heard of my distress and kindly assisted me.” “Ts he a resident of Daggersville?” “Ohl no sir. He is a gentleman of leisure, who comes and goes at will, spending much of his time at hunting and prospecting. I like him very much, for he took pity on me when the world turned a cold shoulder.” “YT trust he did so, young lady, with good and honorable intentions. An unprotected young lady, nowadays, cannot be too careful from whom she accepts attentions, for many a wolf is lurking under sheep's clothing.” “Tam very much obliged for your kind ad- vice, but, don’t fear but what Grit Gleason can take care of herself.” “ Haven't a doubt of it, as I have a ride to take.” “You are not going to the Cottonwoodsf” ** How did you guess it?” ** Because Lenore has gone there. Be care- ful, sir! General Gleason is not to be trusted too far, and there are plenty of tools in this camp whom he could hire to work you evil.” “You are right. I shall be on my guard, however, and will defy the general and the whole kit of his hired assassins, I shall see Lenore, to-night, just the same as though noth- ing had occurred. “Well, call again, when you want another stock of good cigars. ‘ “ T will do so,” and Colorado Charlie took his leave, , I must be going now General Gleason’s face wore an anxious ex- pression, as he read the letter of Cap. Melton. This Melton was one of the most cunning and dangerous desperadoes in Southern Colorado, and had rallied around him a_ band of cut- throats, second only to himself, known as the Rewdy Rangers, and also as the Cattle Clique. The band was extensive and well organized, and Melton made them a successful leader, be- ing feared, twas said, as much by his own fol- | lowers, as by those whom he waged war against,
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8 Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash. A;very Apollo among men, in point of manly beauty, this Melton was said to be, and a man of many disguises, many intrigues, and great wealth, It was well known that he and General Glea- son were bitter enemies; but the cause of this was assigned to the fact that it was through the cattle-king’s extensive and powerful political influence, that large rewards had been offered for the capture or breaking up of the gang. If any private reasons for the enmity existed, it was not known to the Daggervillians, The major watched the general’s face, as he read the letter, something like a triumphant ex- pression upon his own countenance, “Well, what d’ye think of it? he asked, finally. ‘‘ Looks as if every person for miles around, wasn’t on your side, does it not?” “ Curse the fellow! He is bold, Vl admit, but he has run pretty nearly to the end of his race. It won't be long before he will be in limbo.” “ Possibly. fore he passes in his checks, bay, and he'll spare nothing in his efforts to de- feat_you.” “ Well, let him do his worst; ll be prepared for him!” The general then arose, and left the Cinna- mon Bear, his face set and stern and a wicked glitter in his eyes, Not far from the Cinnamon Bear was a saloon But he may give you a dig be- You bring him to frequented by It was run by a brawny ruffian named Buck Brady, a leading spirit among his patrons, and feared as a desperate character. ** Howdy do, Gleason?” Brady cried, familiar- RE “‘T know thar’s sumthin’ 0” i nportance on the tap, or ye wouldn’t condescend to honor my den wi’ a visit.” ‘* There is something important, Brady—some- thing of the utmost importance to me. I wan a job done and didn’t know of a safer intelli- gence agency than yours.” “Right ye be. Buck Brady air the ha’rpin to apply to, when ye want a job done, an’ don’t ye fergit that! What sorter job d’ye want done, gineral—a man put out of the way?” “ You have hit it.” ‘Thet air Colorado Charlie?” “The very man.” “Thort so. Ireckoned you’d want revenge, ye know, arter he bumiliated yeat yer own game. Bin layin’ fer yer gal, eh?” ‘* He has dared to intrude into her society. He is a man I don’t care to have about, and so the best way to do is to get rid of him before he does any greater michief.” “Exactly. When do ye want it did?” “To-night. I believe the fellow willlurk about the Cottonwoods, to-night, on purpose to get an interview with my daughter. Your authority as deputy-sheriff will empower you to shoot him down at sight, if you catch him»prowling about the premises, However, do not shoot him, if you ean arrest him on any charge that would bear a trial, for ’'d much rather ruin him than have his life tio answer for.” “ Allright. Just as you say, it shall be, and don’t you forget it. the ‘‘ bad” men of Daggersville, he job will cost you a hundred-dollar- William,” v “Cheap enough. Here’s your money. Now, understand, make no botch of it.” “Nary time, general, nary time, We'll fix Colorado Charlie, to-night, sure,” CHAPTER IV. WHO KILLED RALPH RONALD? Next to Villa Voselle, the Cottonwoods was the most valuable estate anywhere within many miles of Daggersville. It was owned by the wide-awake business man, Mr. Ronald, better known as Old Man Ronald—a crisp, curt and yet not unkindly Englishman, who had made and lost several fortunes, yet could boast of a thousand acres of prairie, stocked with as many cattle, and a controlling interest in the two principal quartz mines at Daggersville, The Cottonwoods was a large, rambling struc- ture of mixed stone and adobe, early Spanish in style and antique in finish, and fitted up with splendor that surpassed even the furnishings of illa Voselle. It was set down in a beautiful motte of cot- tonwoods, and the whole surrounded by a high adobe wall, that gave the place the appearance of a fortress, It had once been the propert; can, who had failed, and ha sell it to Old Man Ronald. The grounds were laid out quite as pictur- esquely as those at Villa Voselle, and it had for years been a matter of rivalry, between the general and the Old Man, as to which should have the most attractive home. Of the Ronaldss’ there were four—father, mother, son and daughter, Ralph Ronald, the son, had been kept at school, from almost infancy, and had recently graduated at Harvard, with the highest hon- ors. It was in honor of his return that a reception had been planned at the Cottonwoods, to wel- come him, after an absence of three years. Ruth Ronald, aged seventesn—where Ralph was twenty-four—had graduated, a year be- fore our story. She was a plain little body of ane ways, and yet sparkling, intelligent and retty. She and Lenore Gleason were the firmest of friends; and until Colonel Mcintosh had been imported from the South, it had been a matter of quiet supposition between the two families, that Lenore and Ralph would eventually marry, and link the two estates together. of a rich Mexi- been forced to Tt was a dark tempestuous night, that was to witness Ralph Ronald’s return home; neverthe- less, the Cottonwoods was literally a blaze of light. Not only the handsome dwelling, but even the shaded Seca were lit up, and within the mansion the inspiring strains of music lent joy to the occasion. The grand parlors were filled with richly attired guests, and with those of rougher exterior but of kindly natures. Old Man Ronald always made it a boast that the poor were just as welcome to his home as were the rich; consequently, he counted his friends by scores upon scores. And although the Cottonwoods was filled
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with guests, and the tables loaded with the ele- inetite of a princely feast, there was something lacking, Ralph Ronald had not come! He should have arrived at sunset, as he had written that he would leave the nearest railway station that morning on horseback, and sure- ye a the Cottonwoods by dusk at the fur- est. = But, dusk had come; darkness had followed; yet no Ralph Ronald. | , It was already nine o’clock. Old Man Ronald, a fat, florid little gentleman, paced to and fro, with knitted brows, speaking to no une, except to occasionally send some one to learn if Ralph had arrived; and anxiety was expressed upon the faces of all present. - Lenore and Ruth kept closely in each other’s company, and the general and _the ill-looking colonel chatted soberly together upon a sofa in a retired corner, What could detain Ralph? This was the question on every side, ad he been waylaid on the prairie, and mur- dered or captured? Or, had some unforeseen accident prevented his arriving at the railway station, at the time named? The question was answered an hour later, when Mr. Ronald was contemplating dismiss- ing his guests, Heavy footsteps were heard ‘in the hall, and a moment later Quick-Shot en- tered the parlor, porn in his strong arms the limp, bleeding form of a well-dressed young man of about his own age, and laid him upon the floor. A horrified cry, went up from every side, and Old Man Ronald sprung forward, with a moan of anguish. “My God! it ismy boy!” he cried. ‘ He is dead. Oh! my boy! my boy!” “Stand back, please!” Colorado Charlie or- dered, addressing the guests who crowded about. “ Give the young gentleman air. I think he is alive yet.” He knelt and made an examination of the wound; which had been inflicted upon the fore- head, by some sharp-edged instrument. “The skull is not fractured,” he said, a mo- ment later, ‘‘and 1 reckon heis only stunned, for his heart still beats. Fetch me some water, and a glass of liquor.” **My God! my poor son is dead, I fear,” Mr. eh aa groaned. ‘Where did you find him, sir ‘““T was riding this way, sir, over the prairie, when my horse shied so suddenly, as to nearly pitch me from the saddle,” Quick-Shot ex- lained. ‘‘ Knowing something must be wrong, dismounted, made a search, and as a result, found this young man lying on the grass, Yours being the nearest habitation, I hrought him here, without suspecting that he was your son, “You have placed us under life-long obliga- tions to you sir,” the mine-owner said. “If you can only bring him back to life, so that he can explain who did this act,-I’ll have the whole country aroused but what I'll find the wretch!” _ ‘1 reckon that ain’t necessary, boss!” a hoarse, triumphant voice cried, and Buck Brady strode Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dask. into the room, followed by half a dozen of his pals, all of whom grasped cocked revolvers, ready for use. ‘‘ Boys, cover your man!” In a twinkling each weapon was leveled at Quick-Shot, who had turned pale with rage, on pores the turn that had been called upon m. A murmur of surprise and doubt escaped the lips of the guests. ‘“What! Do you charge this young man with being the one who committed the assault upon my son?’ Old Man Ronald demanded, sternly. “You bat yer boots I do!” Brady declared. ‘* Ef ye wanter kuow, I kin tell ye jest how we know.” ** Proceed, sir.” “Waal, ye see, we were directed tar keepa watch on Colorado Charlie, as he were a sus- picious keracter. So we followed him, and see’d: him meet yer son, an’ slug him wi’ suthin’ or other. Arter yer sori fell we heerd him say, ‘Thar, you won’t stand *twixt me an’ Lenore Gleason, Ralph Ronald, T’ll tote ye hum, an’ eta footing wi’ yer parents fer doin’ so." hen he fetched yer son here, and we follered ter arrest him.” This is an atrocious lie—a conspiracy to in- jure me!” Quick-Shot cried, fiercely. ‘I know nothing of how this young man was hurt. I found him, as I stated to you, and brought him here, This lying raffian has been employed to do me this evil turn, and I am not afraid to name his employer. There he sits, like the vil- lain he is, rejoicing at the apparently successful attempt he has made to ruin me—General Gideon Gleason!” : “You lie! you lie!” the cattle-king roared, leaping to his feet, in a rage. ‘* He don’t lie!” cried a second voice, and ‘into the room stepped Grit Gleason, the pretty shop- keeper. ‘‘ There is a diabolical conspiracy here, and you, Gideon Gleason, are at the bottom of it! I saw you visit Buck Brady’s den to-night, and knowing of your hatred for Colorado Charlie, I suspected your motive. When Brady and his men left the town, I dogged their footsteps, and IT am here to swear that they came direct to this place, and secreted themselves in the park, and remained there until they saw Quick-Shot enter- ing this house with the man in his arms! You see what a lie has been told, in hopes of crimin- ating Colorado Charlie!” “Seize that girl! She, too, is in league with the assassin!” General Gleason roared, ‘‘ Jus- es Shall be done here, though the heavens all! A couple of Brady’s pals rushed upon the brave girl, and secured her, in spite of her fran- tic struggles. The house was now in dire confusion, and every one was greatly excited. “Silence to this clatter!” Old Man Ronald or- dered, ‘‘ We'll havé order in my house. There’s something that needs investigation. If this scout is not the guilty man, a villainous attempt has undoubtedly been made to injure, him. Be he criminal, or not, he shall have fair play. He shall remain my prisoner until some light can be thrown upon the matter.” “T jest reckon I’ve got a smell of @ say ’bout
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10 Colorad> Charlie’s Detective Dash. that, boss!” Buck Brady cried. ‘‘ ?m deputy- sheriff, ye know, an’ I takes charge 0’ all offend- ers, every time! We cotched that Colorado Charlie a-committin’ the act, an’ that’s all we need ter ’rest him,” “Villain! monster! you shall never take him from this house!” Lenore cried, ‘J will stand by him, if no one else will!” And she swept across the room, and took her place beside Quick-Shot, looking like an angered queen, as she clutched a pistol in her hand. “Tenore! girl! for God’s sake, what are-you about?’ the general raved, frantic with rage, and yet afraid to attempt tearing her away from Quick-Shot’s side, “ What am [ doing?” Lenore retorted. ‘ Pll tell you! I am standing here, ready to sboot down the dogs whom you set on to destroy my preserver.” “ And I’m with you, Lenore!” Grit exclaimed. ‘* There'll be a dead Brady here, if an attempt is made to harm the brave scout.” “Let mesay a word here!” Major Greer in- terposed, stepping forward. “This man bas been arrested by an officer of the, law, and if Mr. Ronald desires to hold him, he must give bail, in the sum of ten thousand dollars.” “Which I stand ready todo—all bear witness. Further evidence is not necessary. Brady, re- lease these two people. Ill be responsible for them!” “I object. to this!” General Gleason cried, furiously. “Your objection is overruled, sir, Every- body knows that Mr. Ronald’s word as bail is good for many times the amount,” the major re- plied. ‘But enough of this, The young man must be revived.” Willing hands procured water and liquor, and every effort was made to resuscitate the stricken son, But all to no avail. At half-past ten o’clock he was taken with con vulsions and apparently expired within half an hour afterward. There were but few dry eyes in the room as his life ebbed out, but among those who were unaffected might be named General Gleason and Brady and his ganz, Mr. Ronald’s grief was silent. He knelt a few minutes by the inanimate form of his son, then arose and turned to Colorado Charlie, who was much affected. “Sir, ay boy is dead!” Ronald said, ‘and you are charged with his murder. Although hardly believe in your guilt, 1 mean to thoroughly investigate the matter. The trial will take place to-morrow at ten, and until then I have gone your bail. Will you do as much—appear and stand your trial like a man?” God permitting, I will.” ‘Then you are at liberty to go.” Quick-Shot bowed and turned to depart, but Lenore pulled him to one side and uttered a few words in a low tone. They were: “Sh! listen,! Come for me at two to-night. Listen again and help me. I will bid you ae enter my presence again; as a blind, you sO —eEEEEE—EE SS a She then stepped back haughtily, her face as cold and white as marble. ‘* Sir!” she cried, angrily, ‘you mistake your position altogether. ou have no right to talk thus tome! Begone, sir, and never dare to en- ter my presence again. I can never be aught to one like you. Gol” “Lenore! Quick-Shot said, entreatingly. **Go)” she fairly screamed, stamping her foot passionately, He bowed his head, and turning, quitted the parlor like one dealt a sudden blow. His footsteps had searce died out when Buck Brady uttered a frightful oath and pointed to one of the parlor windows. “The Dead Face!” was his startling cry. » CHAPTER V. LOVE LAUGHS AT LOCKSMITHS. Noruine more startling than the ery of the border ruffian could have tended to electrify the already excited guests at the Cottonwoods, for the apparition of the Dead Face had been seen by nearly all of those present, and they knew it was an omen of evil. The trembling finger of Buck Brady pointed toward the large pane of a bay window, against which the face was pressed, Tt was a long, gaunt face belonging to a man of advanced years, the skin being drawn tightly over the bones, the lips sufficiently parted to expose to view two gleaming rows of teeth, the eyes tightly closed, and the whole beardless face wearing a ghastly whiteness, peculiar only to the face of a corpse, The head was covered with bristly gray hair, which stood in all directions. A more frightful spectacle to behold would be hard to conceive, and it was little wonder that exclamations of horror escaped the guests. For only a few seconds was the dead face pressed against the pane—then there was a wild shriek of laughter, and the apparition, or what- ever if was, vanished. “Quick! capture it, boys!” Buck Brady yelled, springing through an open window upon the lawn. : ‘‘A hundred dollars to the man that does!” General Gleason cried. But the search was in vain, Half an hour of it failed to discover the owner of the Dead Face, or any trace of him. Whoever the cadaverous gentleman was, he had taken good care, evi- dently, to put distance between himself and the Cotton woods ere Brady and his gang could act. As soon as the result of the search was made known, Mr, Ronald dismissed the guests, with a pathetic little speech, and after tendering their sympathy and regrets, they departed for their respective homes, “T am’ proud to see that you have come to your senses, Lenore,” the general said, as, ac- companied by Colonel McIntosh, he and his danghter galloped toward Villa Voselle, ‘TIT could never imagine how one of your refined tastes could take a notion to a border ruffian like the fellow Quick-Shot,” “T thought I fancied him at first. But, papa, dear, don’t you think he is better-looking than your scarecrow friend, the colonel?” “Tonore! for shame! How dare you speak
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so insultingly of Mr. McIntosh. He is a gentle- man—a man who can provide well for your happiness. The loss of an eye anda limb never depreciates the merits of the man, you know!” "Of course not! of course not!” the colonel coughed. ‘‘ Why, to tell the truth, Miss Gleason, I feel as young as I did when a boy.” “You look decidedly giddy,” Lenore replied, her eyes snapping. ‘That cherry-tinted nuse of yours will save us che expense of light, after we are married. Ob, but won't I bleed your pocketbook, though! Worth sball keep a special envoy in this country, to supply me with cos- tumes,” “You shall have your heart’s every desire granted, dear Lenore!” the old suitor said, gal- lantly. ‘But, tell me, beautiful lady, when am I to be made happy? Business demands my attention at home, and I would like to hasten matters, as much as possible.” ““You_ better hasten right along home, then, as it will take me a month, at least to get ready.” ut, Lenore, you must be considerate, and try to oblige the colonel. “You can be married right away, so as to make sure of the thing; then the colonel can return home, and you cau rejoin him, later.” * Oh! well, Pll think about it till to-morrow. The tragic death of young Mr. Ronald has really unnerved me so much that I cannot con- sider anything, to-night.” “Then you shall have till to-morrow. If you do not come to a decision then, I fear I shali have to give up all hopes of winning you. Ido not like to be toyed with!” the colonel said. “Very well. You shall have my final deci- sion, in the morning, sir!” Lenore replied, wearily, The remainder of the journey was completed in silence, The general’s mind was busily oc- cupied in thought. and the others evidently had no desire to speak. On reaching Villa Voselle, the colonel bade the general and Lenore good-night, and rode on toward Daggersville, After entering the house, the general was about to seek his own apartments, when Lenore bade him enter the parlor. nie then turned on the light and confronted jim : “T want to understand one thing!” she said, her face white and cold in its expression, ““What are you going to do toward helping clear Quick-Shot?” “Toward helping clear him!” he ejaculated. “Why, you silly, I intend to spend money and time for the purpose of seeing him hung!” “You do—and you claim to be a father of mine?” “Ido; and I believe I have ever been a father to you. That low-lived cur has insulted me beyond pardon, andI shall see that he gets the Pete he pet ¢ did not kill Ralph Ronald!” “ He did.” . “Tt fis false, and you know it! You trumped up that accusation to injure him. Promise me that you will clear him of that foul charge, or you are no longer a father of mine!” Bah} Pll promise nothing of the kind, and Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash. 11 T'll learn you I’m your father, and master, too! Go to your room, and if ITever hear you speak of that puppy again, I'll break your neck!” ‘Will you?” Lenore said, haughtily, and turn- ing, she swept out of the parlor. She went to her room, which overlooked the lawn, and wrapped upa little bundle of clothing, together with her money and jewelry, and afew trinkets. She then took her seat at the open window, after dimming the light, and peered down upon the lawn, The tempest had only fairly begun, evidently, for the wind blew with increased force, and the rain came down in fitful gusts, It was a wild night, and so dark that Lenore could barely dis- tinguish the ground below. An hour passed, then she beard a low whistle, and saw a form standing below her window, ‘*Ts that you, Quick-Shot?” she asked in a low tone. ‘*Tt is I, and no one else. How are you com- ing down ‘By the front way. Wait.” She cautiously dropped her bundle to him; then left her room, and glided down the carpeted stairway. Pedro was snoring upon a sofa in the lower hall, it being his usual nocturnal post. To get past him, and unbolt the ponderous front-door, required great caution; but she finally succeed- ed in doing so, and in five minutes or less, was with the young Knight of the Pistol. “ Free at last!” she murmured. ‘I have left that home forever; and, as you asked me to be your wife, I now seek your love and protec- tion, ** And, my angel, you shall have both to the fullest extent!” he said, taking ber fondly in his embrace, ‘‘You have given up wealth, home and position for a rough diamond; but God grant our path through life be so smooth that you will never have cause to regret this night’s move!” ‘Did I not have the fullest confidence in you, I should not be with you now, Charlie,” “TI believe you. But come; it is dangerous for us to tarry here.” ‘¢ Where are you going to take me?” “To a shanty on the outskirts of Daggers- ville. I purchased it for a trifle from a dis- gusted miner to-day.” ‘But had we not better go far away?” “Tt is impossible now. I must wait and stand my trial, at ten to-morrow. I would not go away for double the amount of bail that has se- cured me my present liberty. No, we will go to this shanty, and I dare say will be safe there for a day or so, as no one knows I purchased the place, the miner decamping immediately after he got his money.” ‘“* But, Charlie, are you not afraid to stand your trial? My father has sworn to work his best to convict you, and I fear that you will standa poor show of justice.” ““Tdo not. Dve every confidence of my ac- uittal. Your cousin’s statement alone breaks own that of Buck Brady, who is known to be an inveterate liar,” . ‘*Perhaps, I only hopeso. Will theminister be waiting us?” “Yes, He will be there,”
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12 They left the spacious grounds, and just with- out fouud waiting Colorado Charlie’s handsome steed, which was mounted, and they went flying away toward Daggersville. Avoiding the heart of the town, they passed throngh the outskirts and into the gap, and ina short time came to a clump of firs in the gap, in among which was a snug board shanty. Ten out of a dozen passers of the locality, probably, would not bave noticed the structure, unless something directed their attention par- ticularly to the clump of trees, After Quick-Shot had lariated out his horse, he and Lenore entered the dwelling, which con- sisted of one fair-sized room, and a smaller sleeping apartment. A cheery firs was burning, a candle furnished the light, and two persons were seated upon stools, which, with a table and rude lounge, comprised the furniture, One of the persons was Miss Grit Gleason, and the other the only clergyman of Daggers- ville, where he plied the pick instead of practic- ing his profession. After Lenore had removed her outer wraps, the twain took their places before the minister, who soon had the nuptial knot lawfully tied, and pronounced them man and wife. After extending their heartiest congratula- tions, Grit and the minister departed for Dag- gersville, the former promising to keep a watch for the newly-married couple, and inform them, should any danger threaten them, — CHAPTER VI. GLEASON’S UNWELCOME VISITANT. BARiLY the next morning, Pedro, who was a devoted servant to his master, walked into his master’s presence, as he sat in his library, and handed him a letter. “T don’t know what it is, sir, but I found it on the stand in Lenore’s room, and she is not there!” “Ten thousand devils seize the girl! I believe she has outwitted! me at last. Read, Pedro— quick!” Pedro. tore away the envelope, and obeyed with alacrity. The contents were short, and to the point: Farner:— “When this reaches youl shall be away from here, and the wife of Charlie Waverly, better known as Colorado Charlie, or Quick-Shot. It will be use- ess for you to bunt for us, as we shall be ont of your reach, never to return, until you welcome us as a son and daughter, NORE.” Pedro paused, ; Gideon Gleason was staring at the floor, a savage expression upon his face, ** Balked!” he said, at last, without raising his eyes. ‘ All is now lost!” “So am I balked; but allis not lost!” a tri- umphant voice exclaimed, and, wheeling about, Pedro and the general found a pair of revolvers leveled at them from the grasp of a tall, Apollo- like knight of the plains, A man, he was of commanding aspect, an eagle eye, and a handsome face; it was evident Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash. ee he would make a formidable antagonist in a personal encounter, - General Gleason’s face grew somewhat whiter at ai of this man, whom he knew but too well. a “Cap Melton!” he gasped. ‘You dare to come here?” ‘To be sure!” the other answered, with a sen- tentious sort of laugh, ‘‘I dare to go anywhere, you know—that’s why Iam so amazingly free and easy in my movements. Business in my line being rather dull, I thought V’d ride over for my intended bride, the fair Lenore, It seems, however, by the letter your servant has just read, that she has:given us both the sbake!” _ “It matters not. You couldn’t have her, were she here!” the general cried, noting with chagrin that the cattle-catcher’s weapons never wavered from their aim. “] doubt that, I shouldn’t have stood on any ceremony about inviting her to accompany me, As it is now, I’ll give you till to-night, midnight, to hand her over to me, as my lawful property, If you fail, I’ do you harm. I’ve got my plans all arranged, and I mean to push them to the bitter end, you bet! Deliver the girl to me, and I withdraw all hostilities!” “Bah! what care I for your hostilities ? Not so much, I'll swear, that I could for a moment think of yielding up my beautiful daughter as prey to one of your stamp!” ‘“Then you defy me, do you?” “To the bitter end!” “Very well. You have till midnight to accept my terms; after that I wouldn’t like to stand in the shoes of the owner of Villa Vosello, Good-morning!” = And, uttering a mocking laugh, the handsome chief of the Cattle Clique backed out of the room and was gone. Gleason made no motion to institute a pursuit, but sat for several moments in deep thought; then he arose and sought his own room, Here he remained for awhile, when he ordered his horse, and mounting, rode away toward Daggersville. az On arrival there he found that a large crowd had collected in front of the Cinnamon Bear Hotel to witness the trial of Colorado Charlie. As the town afforded no suitable place for a public trial, a ssc Sle # platform had been erected in the street for the accommodation of those taking an active part in the proceedings, Upon it were already seated Old Man Ronald and his daughter Ruth, several of the male guests of the previous night, Major Greer, Buck Brady, his five pals, and a couple of townsmen, Colorado Charlie and Grit Gleason were neither of them present. There was a scowl] upon the general’s face as he rode up to the platform and drew rein. * Are you gentlemen waiting ‘here to try the rats ‘colorado Charlie?” he demanded, grim- y. “We are waiting to try Colorado Charlie,” the major declared, blandly. ‘‘Then you are spending time uselessly,” Gleason announced, a spice of triumph in his tones, ‘for my daughter, I am ashamed to say has eloped with the rascal, and they’ve had a
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i Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash. 38 least nine hours’ time, I calculate, to get out of town, Old Man Ronald consequently ferfeits ten thousand dollars, which goes to the real estate owners of the town!” | ~ “Oh, no! It goes into the treasury, and offi- cers will have to be appointed to receive it for town expenses—that is, if I lose it, for it lacks twenty minutes of ten o’clock yet, and I have every confidence Quick-Shot will-be here!” | Ronald declared. “We will see. You needn’t hope to creep out of the bail. If you do, I'll spend twice the amount, but what you shall pay it!” “Tm not noted for making an ass out of my- self!” Mr, Ronald retorted hotly. “Do you mean to insinuate that J have?” the general roared, growing apoplectic. “You have, sir, Pll agree, and so will every one else.” “You are a liar and a'puppy! I'll see you as soon as you are done here!” “Very well, sir, you shall be accommo- dated!” | The crowd was electrified. Here were two men of great power, literally at war; what would be the result? There could be but one. They would fight it out to the bitter end, for, although they had never had angry words before, it was known that they, were not particularly fond of each other, politically or socially, and should a_rup- ture occur, neither would give up, until the other was dead or out of the oaeaat The fuse had now been kindled; the explosion was to follow. Either man, if it came to an open fight, could muster a formidable force of the “tigers” of mountain, mines and prairie, and it looked as if a aries strife might now reasonably be ex- pected. The spectators and listeners conversed in low tones, but neither of the cattle-kings spoke again soon, Grit Gleason now made her appearance upon the platform, looking as bright and cheery as a rose. Somehow, she was a favorite in Daggers- ville, because she was good-natured, shrewd and capable of taking good care of herself. ‘Have you seen Quick-Shot, Miss Gleason?” Major Greer asked, making room for her beside his corpulent person. “Not this morning, sir.” “‘The general tells us he has eloped with his daughter, and will not appear.” “That is both true and false. He and Lenore Gleason did elope, but Quick-Shot will be here, He is not the man to run from an enemy.” A faint cheer went up from the crowd, but General Gleason uttered an oath, **So you were a party to the plot, were you?” he cried, in a fury. ‘ “No, but you bet I took in the weddin’, tho’, Hello! yonder comes Quick-Shot, now!” General Gleason made a move toward an inner pocket, with his hand, but at the same time saw the major cover him, with a revolver, “Let up!” the fat man cried. ‘I’m watch- ing you, so don’t come none of that sort of busi- ness, or you'll be sorry for it!” At that instant Quick-Shot galloped up to the CHAPTER VIL. THE RIDER’S MESSAGE, A Fant cheer broke from the lips of the crowd, as Colorado Charlie rode up, looking as handsome and manly as before the cloud of guilt hovered over him. : Colorado Charlie nodded pleasantly—then leaped from his saddle to the platform, and stood with folded arms, awaiting proceedings—not a tremor of fear upon bis face. *“You can take a seat!” the major said. “I have undertaken the responsibility of your de- fense, while Mr. Rentfrew, one of our towns- men, will act for the people. Mr. Laverty has been appointed judge. Now, then, we will get to work. Buck Brady is the first witness for the prosecution.” Brady arose and was sworn, His testimony can be summed up as follows: “Your honor, all I know of the case is this: General Gieason come to me an’ said as how he regarded this chap, Quick-Shot, as a ’spicious character, and adwised that it war my duty ter watch him. Lsee’d him leave town about dusk, an’ calculatin’ he were up to some mischief, me an’ five o’ ther boys follered him. We come up ter him jest in time ter see him steal up behind the young feller, an’ whack him over the bead, One blow did the job, an’ the young man tum- bled out o’ the saddle. The prisoner then bent over him, and sed aloud: ‘Ha! ha! You won't stand between me and Lenore Gleason, Ralph Ronald. Tl tote ye home, and get a footin’ wi’ yer parents fer doin’so.? He then shouldered the body, an’ fetched it to the Cottonwoods, We follered, an’ I guv him away, as yer know. That’s all I know or keer. It war a plain out an’ out murder, an’ the scarlet coat orter stretch hemp!” : Brady told this with apparent perfect candor, but his testimony did not seem to impress the crowd. Their sympathies were evidently with Colorado Charlie. t One by one Brady’s pals were sworn, and their testimony taken. It corresponded with that of the greater ruffian in all respects, As no further evidence of importance was to be bad on the part of the prosecution, the de- fense was taken up, by putting Grit Gleason upon the stand, Her statement was clear and concise: ** All I know of the case is this,” she said. “Charles Waverly, alias Quick-Shot, is a Gov- ernment detective. Ishould not know this only by tke accidental discovery of his badge, while he was purchasing cigars at my store. Many of you witnessed a duel betweon the young gen- tleman and Gideon Gleason, and understood that it was because Colorado Charlie had paid loverly attentions to Lenore Gleason. Well, it was after this I first met the prisoner, and learned that he was a detective. warned him to look out, as the general would try to harm or ruin him. It was after the duel that I saw the general visit Buck Brady’s den. I felt sure he would not go to that vile hole except for some evil purpose, for, as you all well know, Brady has a hard reputation, and more than one bad crime has been traced to his door. Money, however, has always saved his neck from the
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halter; but let us hope that some day money wil) fail to shield him,” F Brady’s face grew livid with rage, but he did not speak. “ Believing the general was plotting Quick- Shot some dire harm, and knowing that the latter was to meet Lenore at the Cotton- woods, I kept watch. Half an hour before dusk Charlie rode away from the town, Just at dusk, Buck Brady and his five cut-throat pals set out on foot for the Cottonwoods. Then I knew for certain that they were bent on some devil’s work, and suspecting that Charlie was to be harmed, I dogged their footsteps. They got into the Ronald grounds by scaling the wall on the northern side, and secreted themselves in an old unused arbor. I was closeat hand. They watched the mansion, and when Quick-Shot entered it, bearing Ralph Ronald in his arms, I distinctly heard Buck Brady say, with an oath, ‘ rg there’s our chance,’ and they rushed into the house. I followed in time to hear Brady’s base, lying charge, and I pronounced it an utter falsehood, asi do now! I say heis a liar, and in this matter is doing some other vil- lain’s work,” “* Ts there any other Seleyy to offer?’ Judge Laverty asked, drumming on his hastily impro- vised desk. “There is,” Major Greer answered, arising. Tt looks to me as though there was a scheme afoot to ruin the prisoner. I had a talk with the general yesterday, and he swore he’d spend a fortune to drive Quick-Shot from the country, or see him hung.” “That is a lie!’ General Gleason roared. ‘1 never said anything of the kind.” “Can you prove your assertion, major?” the judge asked, “Unfortunately, no. We were alone when the general uttered the threat.” “Tt cannot be accepted as evidence, then. Mr, Ronald, do you know of any reason whatever why Charlie Waverly should murder your son?” “No, sir, I do not. I never saw the young man before, and am positive my son had not, as when not away at college he was always closely at home.” “Yet it is not impossible that he did do it, As I view it, the evidence is strongly against him. Here are five men, who have solemnly sworn that they saw the crime committed, The defense bears but one witness, and she a young woman of asusceptible age. Women are tender- hearted, and, naturally, to save a man’s life, would do many things they could not do, under oe circumstances—or, at least, would not o! “Do you mean to say I lie?” Grit cried, with Les gn eyes. “Why, PU—PN—” “Silence!” the major commanded, ‘“ Pro- ceed, judge!” “T have little to add,” the pe ‘@ resumed, “ Ag no jury has bee: impanneled, I believe I am expected to act to the of my judgment, in rendering a just and conscientious verdict. It therefore remains for me to say, that I find the prisoner at the bar—” “Stop!” Mr. Ronald cried, jumping un., “ Here comes one of my herders, on horseback, at breakneck speed. Perhaps he brings news!’ ‘44 Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash. ** Go abead, judge—state your verdict,” Gen- eral Gleason roared. “By no means,” Laverty cried. ‘If there’s a hope for the prisoner, he shall have it!” ll eyes were ‘directed prairieward, where, coming toward the town, at a run, was a horse and rider, the latter waving his hat in the air, to attract attention, Jt was an exciting moment! It was a moment of hope, for Quick-Shot, at least, Tn five minutes the horseman, a sun-browned Texan, drew rein beside the trial stand. “Speak!” the major cried. “T have a letter for the judge, in this ’ere case,” the man panted, ‘It was given to me by a handsome horseman, who gave me fifty dol- ae c fetch it here, as quick as hoss-flesh could do it Judge Laverty received the letter, glanced it over, and then said; “Tt is from the man who murdered Ralph Ronald. Charlie Waverly, you are a free man!” A cheer arose from the lips of the multitude, that made the welkin ring! “ Hurrah! hip! hip! hurrah for Quick-Shot!” ‘“‘ Silence!” shouted the major. ‘‘ Judge, be kind enough to read the letter!” Laverty obeyed, and this is what he read: ‘To WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:— “ Having learned that one person, called Colorado Charlie, or Quick-Shot, has been arrested, (and is likely tobe convicted) for the murder of Ralph Ronald, I wish to correct the mistake, and do the man justice, although I believe him to be a detec- tive, whose mission to these parts is to arrest me and my Cattle Clique. J killed Ralph Ronald, but by mistake. Ichased him ten miles, believing him to be one of my men who had deserted. AsI have since found my man. the man I toppled over last night must have been Ralph Ronald, as I overtook him not far to the south of the Cottonwoods. ** Yours to command, “ Cap, MELTON.” The judge then turned to Mr. Ronald, “Ts this explanation convincing to you, sir, that Charlie Waverly is guiltless ofethe murder of your son?” ‘Perfectly, sir.” “Then this precious gang of perjurers— Hello! they’re gone!” Tt was even so! While the judge was reading Cap. Melton’s letter, every one was so intent in listening to him, that Brady and his pals slipped from the platform without attracting attention, and were now gone, “Those scoundrels shall be made to pay dear- ly for their collusion with General Gleason?” Quick-Shot said, ‘‘ Leave that part of it to me!” “You are, then, a detective?” the judge asked. “T am. My business in these parts is to break up that organization known as the Cattle Clique, provided I am not too busily occupi:d in defending myself from the attacks of private citizens.” “As Buck prea erts necessarily have to keep shady, and at best has forfeited his rights, as deputy-sheriff, I propose that we appoint Colorado Charlie to fill Brady’s office,” Mr. Ronald said, ‘ All in favor, make manifest.”
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Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash. 15 A rousing cheer went up. That was Sn Charlie Waverly was deputy-sheriff of Dag- gersville; and Gideon Gleason realized, that, after all, he was not a man of so much power and importance as he had been. Biting his lip with chagrin, he wheeled his horse about to ride away. CHAPTER VIII. WAR TO THE END! Bur the general was not destined to depart et. z Old Man Ronald called him back. “Hold up, general! You have forgotten something, haven't you?” Gleason gave him a scowl, and then drew rein. “T believe [ have,” he growled. ‘‘Come into the Cinnamon Bear, and we will settle our dif- ferences ia private.” ** As you like, sir.” In five minutes the two foes and the major were closeted in a private parlor. Outside, the topic of excitement had undergone a change—the quarrel between the two men of means, and its probable result, being upon the lips of every one, Inside the parlor, the two men faced each other, stern and angry. “ The major stood at one side, grasping a pair of revolvers. “Tf there's to be any blood shed here, gents, Tll take a hand,” he warned. ‘Order is the rule of my house.” e *'There’s no necessity of bloodshed at pres- ent,” Mr. Ronald replied. ‘‘ Henceforth, un'ess the peel apologizes, we are bitter enemies, and this portion of the country is not big enough to hold the two of us,” ‘You never spoke a truer truth!” Gleason eried. ‘‘My hatred for you can never abate until you are overwhelmed with ruin and dis- grace, or are dead.” ‘Gentlemen! gentlemen! no good can come of such a state of affairs,” protested Greer. ‘*T sive the general an hour to nad his things and leave for parts unknown. If he don’t, he will regret it,” threatened Ronald. “You cannot intimidate me, you English ras- cal!” was the general’s defiance, “*T]l spend every cent I’m worth, but what I'll bring you to the level of the lowest of the class of wretches with whom you consort,” avowed Ronald, ‘‘ And Ill fight you on sight, Is this understood?” “ As far as 1am concerned it is.” ‘¢Then so be it.” “The word is given. The matter is settled.” ae major obeyed, and the two men passed out. The general mounted his horse, and rode to- ward Villa Voselle, Old Man Ronald remained about the camp awhile, making some arrangements for his son’s urial, For Major Greer to keep a secret was equally as hard for him as to make himself thin in flesh in a day; consequently news of the declared war between the two moneyed factions was spread Open the door, major. all over the town within an hour, and groups of people conversed in awed tones here and there about the street. About the time Ronald was ready to proceed homeward, he was suddenly hemmed in by a crowd of miners and others, who were captained by no less a personage than Quick-Shot. ‘You will excuse us, Mr. Ronald,” the de- tective said, ‘‘but I have been prevailed upon by those who now surround you, to address you, on a, to them, important subject.” “Relative to the quarrel between General Gleason and myself, I presume?” ‘Exactly. These people believe that a dew perate struggle for the mastery is on the tapis, between you. Is this so?” ‘Without doubt. War has been declared between us, and I know the old soldier too well to believe that he will allow it to be a civil or peaceable one. He will, I calculate, mass all his men around him, and endeavor,to drive me off my estate and to destroy it, as a first act. What will follow, I do not yet know.” ‘“‘Have you any idea, sir, what number of men he can call to his aid, in case of such an at- tempt?” a ianity, He has something like half a hun- dred men in his employ, and they can perhaps influence as many more. ‘Ss How about your forces?” **T have but fifty cowboys, but they are as true as steel!” “You are wrong in your count. The fifty odd men at my back steal their readiness to see you through, Am I right, boys?” “Ay! ay!” came the hearty response in a chorus, ‘*T am grateful for your proffered support, gentlemen!” Mr, Ronald said, ‘‘ for as you form a majority in the camp, I believe we can hold it and the Cottonwoods.’ ‘Right you be!” Quick-Shot assented. ‘‘ With you in command at the Cottonwoods, and Ma- jor Greer, here, it will be better than though the whole force were condensed in one position, © eh, major?” ; “Certainly. But, han’t you better take com- mand, sir?” : “Oh, no. You are too old a soldier for me to cut out; then, too, I can be of more service as a scout and spy.” ‘* He is right,” Old Man Ronald decided. ‘‘ Get your men together, major, swear them in, plant your flag where it can be seen, and throw out trusty men for picket duty—in fact, take all warlike precautions, for Gleason won’t be idle, Tll go to the Cottonwoods, and do likewise, Drive every person of over ten years of age from the town, who refuses to swear loyalty to our bi ‘Will you bury your son, at once, sirf” ““Yes—it is better I should, under the cireum- stances.” ““T think so, too, Hello! yonder comes a horseman from the Cottonwoods. It is he who brought the letter awhile ago, He rides like mad!” the major cried. “My God! what can be the matter now? Mr. Ronald gasped, staggering, his face death] white, “This time I feel sure he brings bi news.
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16 Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash. “Hope for the best, and don’t give way, even at the worst,” Charlie said, supporting him, Antonio, the herder, soon drew rein in their midst, flushed and excited. “Speak!” Ronald gasped. ‘Out with it, be it what it may!” ‘‘Tt’s bad news, sir. The body of your son is not to be found. It has been stolen |” The speculator uttered a groan of anguish and fell into Colorado Charlie's arms, in a faint, CHAPTER IX, MAKING READY. “By Heaven! This is bad!” the major cried. “What devilment is this? Are you sure, An- tonio? Have you made a thorough search?” “‘ We have, sir, but not the least trace of tke body can be found about the premises, nor even a clew to the strange disappearance, The body lay in the parlor, and was visited every few minutes by Miss Ruth and a servant, who kept a wet cloth over the face, It was on oneof these visits, a few minutes ago, that the discovery was made that the corpse was gone.” “Strange! strange! Whatdo you think about the matter, Quick-Shot?”’ “Mo tell the truth, major, I am rather puz- zled, myself,” Colorado Charlie replied. “There ean be but two ways about the mat- ter: either the young man wasn’t dead and has recovered aud skipped out, or else his remains, have been stolen, for a purpose. The best thing we'can do, is to arouse Mr. Ronald, and let him and the judge and Rentfrew go down to the Cottonwoods, and personally investigate, while you attend to matters here, I will help you get things in shape for a while; then I have a little busivess to attend to elsewhere,” Mr. Ronald was soon restored to conscious- ness, and shortly afterward, he, Rentfrew and the judge set out for the Cottonwoods, Antonio having preceded them, After they were gone, the major once more brought the trial stand into use, He and Quick-Shot mounted it, and the major madéa brief address, stating the resolve of the larger part of the populace to stand by the owner of the Cottonwoods, and warning those who were averse to being sworn into Ronald’s * service to at once quit the town, under the pen- alty of imprisonment. The work of swearing in then commenced in earnest, and continued the remainder of the forenoon, during which time seventy able- bodied men were secured, together with their families, ; « This lett only about a dozen who refused to join the Ronald movement, among them being Buck Brady and his five pals, ‘tYou’ve got to either swear loyalty to our cause, and stick to your oath under penalty of death, or you've got to quit the town!” the fat major declared. ‘‘ Thar can’t be no split in our side of the ticket!” “S’posin’ we won't do nothin’ o’ the kind?” Buck Brady growled, with an ugly leer. ‘“T guess you hain’t got no right to boss us around,” “You have heard what I said!” Greer re- turned, calmly, up your minds,” The work of preparing for the struggle went rapidly on. Ten men were detailed for picket duty on the various approaches to the town. set to work throwing upa breastwork on the eastern slope, looking toward Villa Voselle, Others were detailed to get together and inven~ tory all the ammunition in the camp, and it wag “Tl give ye an hour to maké found that there was enough to last for a pro-~ tracted siege, together with a sufficient quantity of weapons, When everything was very nearly in readiness Twenty more Colorado Charlie paid a visit to the little lone cabin up the gulch. He found a cheery scene there, that made his heart beat with pride and gladness, Lenore had exchanged her costly attire for a neat but more inexpensive suit, and was busied in putting her new home to rights, singing the while like an unfettered bird released from its prison, Already she had transformed the minér’s rude and humble place into the semblance of a home, by many little improvements and touches culiar to a woman’s hand. “Qh! Charlie, how you startled me! she cried, _ joyfully, flying to his embrace, as he crossed | the threshold. ‘‘ What do you think of our home, as compared with last night?” ~ “You have the art of making a lowly but a charming home, my darling,” and he kissed her fondly. “ But i remain here long.” ‘* Why, Charlie? oh! please tell me what has gone wrong—for I see by your face it is some- thing not connected with your arrest, I have had forebodings of trouble, all the forenoon, Then, too, after you tell me, I’ve something to tell you,” : He led her toa seat and placed her upon his nee, “There is trouble brewing, Lenore—bitter | trouble, born of sudden-born hatred, which can only end in bloodshed, Your father and Old Man Ronald have quarreled, and are even now planning the preliminaries of war against one another, with a view of driving each other from the happy home he owns down the grade to ruin, disgrace, and death!” **Oh! Charlie,” ‘Tt is true, dear, and not to be helped.” ‘* But who caused this feud?” ‘** As far as the past is concerned, I know not. Asfar as the present, and what I have seen of it, your father has been grossly in error, and in- sulting in the highest degree—not only to me, but to Mr. Ronald, the major and others, To cap the climax, he has outlawed himself in the eyes of every good citizen, by unfurling the re- bel flag, over Villa Voselle!” Lenore bowed her head a moment; then a strange hardness of expression crept over her beautiful face. ‘Well, the die is cast, I have often chided him for his terrible temper, only to receive un- warranted abuse for my pains. He has been a father to me only in name, and ashe has made fear it will not be our lot to— his bed, so must he abide by it, I have nothing | to regret in the choice I have made!”
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CrOSRER Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash. a7 “Bless you, Lenore—nor may you ever haye cause for regret, Now, dear, tell me what you promised.” ’ “Oh! yes. An hour ago, I was startled near out of my wits. On chaneing to look toward the door, I saw an Indian girl standing there, richly attired, and very beautiful, so far as In- dian beauty goes!” The face of Quick-Shot suddenly assum- eda peculiar pallor, which fact did not escape Lenore’s sharp eyes, and she involuntarily drew away from him, ** Don’t,” he entreated. ‘*Goon, then. I will lain all.” oR Can you?” “Truthfully, as God bears me witness.” “Well, she asked me for a glassof water, and then demanded to know if this was the home of Colorado Charlie, I said that it was, but that you were not at home, She regarded me piteously for a moment, then asked me if I was your wife, I replied that I was, and then she said: ‘Silver Dove isalso the wife of Colorado Charlie, but he no longer loyes her. Tell him, when he comes, that Flat Nose and his warriors are on his trail. Silver Dove has news for him,’ She then turned and fled.” “Lenore, the girl is crazy. Even her father, Flat Nose, will tell youso. Once I visited their camp, on a fur trade, and she insisted that I was her husband. She has followed me ever since, and J believe has influenced her father to give credence to her claim. That explains all. I have no love for red-skins, of either sex.” “T believe you, Charlie, and that I am the only one you love, How long are we to remain here?” “You can safely stay here until develop- ments as to your father’s plans are more plain; then I will come and take you to the Cotton- meee hen you are going away again?” Yes; it is necessary that T should get back to Daggersville, as my services may be needed + any minute, You are not afraid to remain ere “Oh! no. Iwill keep the door closed, and I don’t think any one will disturb me.” He kissed her and took his departure, CHAPTER X. THE DARKEST DEED OF ALL. Nieut drew on apace, bringing with it un- mistakable evidences of another nocturnal tem- t. At the mining-town, preparations for a siege were nearly perfected, and it but remained for those who had sworn to fight for Old Man Ron- ald to stand ready for orders, Buck Brady, refusing to take the required oath, had quitted the camp and gone down to Villa Voselle, as had his five pals. Their depar- ture left the camp without an untrustworthy recruit. About an hour before sunset, the discovery was made that a large band of cowboys and herders had come In, and were camped out around Villa Voselle, and that they numbered nearly all of Gleason’s forces, A few, perhaps, had been left upon the range to keep the cattle from stamped- | ing. “Tt begins to look like war in earnest,” the major remarked, as he called Quick-Shot’s atten- tion to the collecting forces. ‘*I don’t see why Ronald don’t call in his berders.” “Maybe he prefers to wait until night to do that, so that Gleason won’t know the exact num- ber of his force. Do you contemplate an attaek during the night?” : “TI do not; but if 1am not mistaken, Gleason will make an initial charge before morning, He is a hot-headed old fighter, and as revengeful as you often find ’em,” “Tl try to slip into the enemy’s camp as soon as if comes dark,” Quick-Shot said, “‘and see what their plans are.” Shortly afterward, he sauntered down to Grit Gleason’s cigar store and entered. As he did so, a man was standing by the counter conversing with the pretty proprietress—a tall, athletic personage, well-dressed, a free and easy manner, and as handsome as an Apollo, M A strange cry eocere: Colorado Charlie at sight of him, and drawing his revolver, he coy- ered the men with deadly aim. At last!” he cried, sternly, causing Grit and her companion to wheel about in startled sur- rise. 4 “Oh! Mr. Waverly! What do you mean?” the girl cried in alarm, while a tinge of graylish pallor swept over the Apollo’s face. “T mean that good fortune has found me the man I am here to capture.” ‘*You have made a mistake, sir, This is my friend, Mr. Tabor, whom I was speaking to you. about, and [T am sure you can have nothing against him!” “Indeed, Tabor is a very good name, Miss Gleason, where a man wants to screen his own identity, but you see I happen to know your obliging friend, a little better than you do. He is most popularly known as Cap Melton, chief of the Cattle Clique, of which you may have heard.”* ‘Tis false, my name is Tabor!” the outlaw growled, watching for a chance to draw a wea- on. Pm Your name so far as I am concerned, is Cap. Melton,” Quick Shot replied. ‘ You know I have been after you for a year, but until now, you have cunningly eluded my grasp.” “Well, what are you going to do about it, if all you claim is true?” Bulldog ferocity was in the expression that bad settled over his face, *‘Tt depends somewhat on_circumstances,” Colorado Charlie replied. ‘‘ You are aware that were your presence here made known, your life would not be worth the air you breathe.” ‘Perhaps not.” “Then, why do you venture here—to spy upon us, for the benefit of the enemy, or to plan a raid on your own account?” “Neither. Perhaps I was bold to venture my neck into jeopardy, but allow me to say that I did it with an honorable motives, to see this estimable young lady, whom it has been a eer eine me to slightly befriend. So far as hostility is concerned, I came for no such pur- pose, ‘Be it so, then. Murderer though you are, and thief, too, I think you are telling me the
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a Te RC COS ee a eee eames Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash. truth, I suppose, however, you know what my duty is.” wy am not dumb. If your duty is to arrest me, go ahead and do it.” “But it isnot my intention to do anything of the kind, Were I to capture you as being Cap. Melton the people would cut you to pieces before yon could even beg for mercy. You saved my life on the murder case; I now offer you an opportunity to put miles between you and this camp. Zhen we are the same as be- fore, and the next time I capture you I shall not let you gol” “The next time you do catch me you need not let me go,” Melton replied, with a hard laugh, He then turned to Grit: “You have heard all—you know I deceived you in name, but it was only because I feared to make known my real name, lest you should spurn me, You know me now, as I am, and that you are all in aJl to me. Will you go with me?” “No! Once deceived is often enough. I can never be aught to you—indeed, never thought of such a thing !” Grit replied, “You lie!” the outlaw cried, fiercely. ‘‘ Un- til fi eaoare devil came you thought well of me, our fickle mind bas taken a fancy to io ut, oh! wait! Pll dispel any such dream as that, I have yet to get even with the both of you, and I'll do it or die in the attempt!” And, shaking his fist at them, he turned and strode from the store. Colorado Charlie watched him from the door until he was out of sight beyond the camp; then he turned to Grit: ‘Well, you see what a nice fellow Mr, Tabor is?” he smiled. “*T see that you have removed a snake from my path, and I am very grateful to you for the act,” sho replied. “{f did, indeed, lieve bim to be anice gontleman until now, for he talked so nicely and acted so refined. Ww ‘He is a polished rascal—a dangerous devil, and you will need to keep your eyes open lest he nabs you when you least think.” Darkness fell like a shroud over the earth, blotting out all objects from human gaze, The heavens were overcast with ominous clouds and a mist fell over everything. No report had reached the village from the Cottonwoods, where all was somber and silent. The same might be said of Villa Voselle, in which direction not a light was to be seen. “There is mischief brewing!” Quick-Shot de- clared, as he and Greer stood by a camp fire near the Cinnamon Bear, ‘I Fool it in my bones, as the saying is,” ‘Hark! the major rejoined. A heart-rending scream pierced the air. A woman in tattered dress, and with hair dis- heveled, rushed into the camp, tottered, and fell at Colorado Charlie’s feet. oy raised her, saw the blood gushing from ger wound in her breast—saw that she phe ead—saw that it was Lenore! Then, as if to mock their horrified anguish, came to them, borne on the chill night air, a wild, exultant laugh—a laugh demoniac! “My haan inure EE Oot Cy Ia ons I ee ag that was the general!” Major ae gasped. ‘‘He has murdered his own chi CHAPTER XI. COLORADO CHARLIE’S RIGHT PARD. Pern could but only picture the emotion of Colorado Charlie, as he knelt beside his mur- dered bride, and "gazed into the beautiful face, already setting in the rigid whiteness of death. He spoke not, nor did a sob escape him, or a tear dim his eye, but bis breast heaved heavily, and there came over his face an expression of one whose emotion could not find vent in tears —an awful look, embodying the bitterest inten- sity of two passious—anguish and anger. “ Are you sure it was the general's voice?” with a calmness that caused the major to shud- er. iilt ‘sounded wonderfully like his!” Greer re- plie “Then, attend to her, till I make sure. She is dead—I shall go crazy if I stay here!” and before the major could check him, Colorado Charlie had leaped off into the darkness, The scream had attracted general attention, and it was but a few minutes ere the whole camp knew of Lenore’s sad fate, She was tenderly raised and borne into the parlor of the Cinnamon Bear; where left in charge of Grit, and a couple of miners’ wives, who volunteered to remain with the dead, Although fat and fifty, Major Greer was by no means inactive ina time of peril, and be- lieving he would see no more of ‘Colorado Charlie for the night,{he strengthened the guards, and sent out a bari of spies, to reconnoiter in the immediate vicinity of the camp. Their reports, however, were that they saw nothing to indicate trouble, In half an hour Quick-Shot returned, His face still wore that awful expression, and every one shuddered when they saw his eyes. They were those of a madman, rather than of a sane person; they burned like coals of fire, in their wa te ng emg 2 glance, eing told where Lenore had been laid, he elated the parlor, and asked to be left alone with the beautiful dead for an hour. When he once more appeared upon the street, there was no noticeable change in his appear- ance, except that if anything his face had grown sterner, “‘ What did you learn?” the major demanded, anxiously. “Enough!” was the answer, “TI arrived at Villa Voselle about two minutes before the general. It was he who laughed. His fate is sealed. Henceforth my life shall know no rest, my mind no peace, until I bave avenged Lenore, Get your fo'ce in readiness, for I anticipate an attack, about midnight.” He went, then, and threw himself upon the ground by one of the camp-fires, and gazed into the fire, as if oblivious of all else than that which he searched for in its depths. Yet that he was on the alert no one had a doubt; many believed he had become partly insane over his sudden and terrible loss. Sufficiently sane was he, however, to catch the utterance of his name, and he sprung nim- b si n h k ->- —~—_— Pe ‘seek eee
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_. Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash.’ 19 Ee ss 22.2.0... crtC__ i bly to his feet as he saw a pretty Indian girl | ‘Well, look out for yourselves, as best you Standing near him, in company with the major. “She insisted on seeing you, saying that she had news!” the major explained. ‘Do you know her?” “TI have seen her. She belongs to a band of ee a reds, whose chief is called Flat ‘ose _He then turned to the girl, who was regarding him wistfully. “What does Silver Dove want in the camp of the pale-face?” he demanded, rather sternly. “Bilver Dove has news for Colorado Charlie,” was the answer, in the Sioux tongue. ‘“ Is Colorado Charlie angry because Silver Dove brings him news?” “No, Speak out what you have to say!” “Tt is not Food news Silver Dove brings. Flat Nose and his warriors are in the neighbor- hood, and have allied themselves to another band of pale-faces, who will attack this camp. Silver Dove comes to warn Quick-Shot to fly to a place of safety.” “The Silver Dove does not know Quick-Shot. He never takes a back trail, nor retreats before the advance of an enemy.” ‘* Quick-Shot is a great brave, but he knows not of the odds against him, Flat Nose, alone, has a hundred warriors, and has sworn to have the scalp of Colorado Charlie,” ‘Bah! he hasn’t got it yet. Wait!” Quick-Shot then called the major aside, and related what he had just learned. “Tt looks devilish bad,” the major muttered. ‘‘ They’ve got over two to our one, I reckon, and we'll have to do some big fightin’ to lick ’em, ’specially as they’re part Injuns.” “T think we can fetch ’em, i shall take the Silver Dove a captive and secrete her where a hundred years’ search might not find her. I will then go and make terms with Flat Nose,” “Are you not afraid to enter the enemy’s camp?” ‘* No; I fear not the whole gang, so far as my own safety is concerned, They shall under- stand that harm to me, means death to the Sil- ver Dove!” He then turned to the Indian girl, his hand erasping a revolver. “Colorado Charlie is grateful to the Silver Dove, for her warning, but he must use strategy to baffle the enemy. Silver Dove is our prisoner, until Flat Nose leaves the enemy, and comes over to our side. Come! you must go with me!” ; “Silver Dove is not afraid to follow where Quick-Shot. leads, Her heart is already with him, and she fears not to become his captive,” the girl replied, humbly, ** It is well. Come!’ He procured his rifle, and led the way out of the camp, into the pass, Within an hour he was back again, but the Indian girl was not with him, “ Any news?” he asked, meeting the major on the street. “None, except that camp-fires have been built, at the villa, and the movements of the men seem to indicate that preparations are be- ing made for an attack,” can, until Ireturn, I may return immediately, but cannot say for a certainty. If an attack is made, I will not be far away.” Just as he was about to start for Villa Voselle, he met Grit Gleason. She was dressed in boy’s clothing, wore a jaunty sombrero, and was well-armed with revolvers, knife and rifle, ‘* Where are you going?” Quick-Shot demand- ed, in surprise. ‘‘ With you!” she replied, confidently. “With me?” “You bet! You are going into danger, and I am going to share it with you. Until Lenore’s death is avenged, consider me your pard, through thick and thin!” ‘““You surprise me, Miss Gleason. You are in no wise fitted to rough about'asT do, I beg of you to consider. You are foolishly risking your life—and, what for?” ‘Tf I risk my life, I may be able to save yours—for Lenore’s sake,” she replied. ‘Go abead. Lam going with you,” Quick-Shot hesitated a moment, and then led the way from the camp in silence. The girl’s strange resolve was a puzzler to him, yet he began to see into her motive, and it caused him the keenest pain to make the dis- covery. She had, in that very act, betrayed her love for him! They were not long in reaching the immediate vicinity of the Gleason residence, The house was not lit up, but camp-fires burned here and there, about the lawn, and cowboys, armed to the teeth, were gathered around them. Outside of the grounds, on the rear of the mausion, was another encampment, and it was here the Indiaus and half-breeds of Flat Nose’s gang were located. Ascertaining this, Colorado Charlie crept cautiously that way, Grit following close at his heels. They soon gained a position where they could overlook the whole red-skin camp. There were three fires, and about these were collected a hundred or more wild, villainous-looking red- skins and half-breeds, the majority of whom wore war-paint, and were attired in filthy and ragged citizen’s garb, and hats of all conceiv- able shapes and styles, They were well-armed, however, and looked precisely what they were, a band of hardened .cut-throats, Pacing to and fro about the camp, was a stalwart savage, whom Colorado Charlie re- cognized as Flat Nose, the chief 6f the maraud- ing gang. He was a majestic-looking Indian, and the only one of his party who was attired in his native costume, “IT bardly know just bow to get speech with him, without venturing into the camp!” Quick- Shot said, ‘‘and I have a wish to retain my scalp for a while longer, at Jeast. If good for- tune would only send him this way, I should be greatly obliged, indeed.” But, good fortune did not seem to have her machine in motior’, just then, for Flat Nose made no move to accommodate the scout-detec- tive, by presenting himself for an interview. “T have an idea!” Grit said, after they had watched the camp-fires for awhile. ‘Suppose I
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20 Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash, go into camp, claim to be the general’s daughter, and tell Flat Nose thai the general wants to see him here, alone,” ‘*You’d not catch the old red rascal on such bait asthat. Your proposal, however, suggests a plan that may work, so that two heads are better than one.” He took a memorandum-book from his pocket, and wrote upon it the following message: “rar Nose:—- Your daughter, Silver Dove, is a captive of the pale-faces, at Daggersville, and if you vl pack to attack the town, she will be killed and sealped, If you and your band come over to our side, your cae will be restored to you. Take our choice. you will join our party, fire a pistol in the air, and send your men, one by one, up to our cam B Remember, an. treachery on your part will seal the doom of the Silver Dove! “ Cotorapo CHARLIE,” After writing this message, the scout searched about until he found a fair-sized pebble, around which he securely wrapped the paper. ‘Plat Nose can read English perfectly well, and this will do as well as an interview!” he said, * After I hurl it into the camp, however, we shall have to run for it to get out of easy reach!” i He then measured the distance with his eagle eye, and hurled the missile toward where Flat Nose was Standing, ~ It struck the grim old savage in the stomach, and dropped at his feet. Without waiting to watch the effect, Quick- Shot and Grit ran swiftly back into the dark- ness for several hundred yards before they paused, Then they heard an indistinct hubbub of voices, and knew that the message had been discov~- ered, and was creatiug a sensation. For a few minutes all suddenly became silent. Quick-Shot’s keen gaze never once left the di- rection of the encampment, and Grit hovered near him, equally anxious and interested. ‘‘What do you think they are doing?” Grit asked, - “T don’t know. The knoll yonder hides them from our view. You remain here, and I will re- connoiter a bit. Don’t move from here lest I lose you.” . Slinging his rifle to his back, he crept away through the grass, and was soon lost to view. Ten minutes fled, and Grit grew anxious. ~ ‘Can it be that they bave captured him?” she murmured, -‘‘It seems to me something must have happened.” Ten minutes more passed; still Colorado Char- lie did not return, Grit now was deeply alarm- ed. “*T cannot stand this suspense,” the girl mut- tered, ‘‘I must try to find out what has become of Charlie.” Drawing a revolver, she crept in the direction that Quick-Shot had gone. In a few minutes she came in sight of the spot where the Indian encampment had been. The smoldering embers of the camp-fires alone remained. The rain began to patter down heavily, and warned Colorado Charlie’s fair pard that it was high time for her to be returning to camp, but she knew it must be by a roundabout’ way, for the enemy were undoubtedly between her and Daggersville. “Tt must be that Quick-Shot has gone to warn — the people at our camp, or at the Cottonwoods!” she said, aloud, ‘‘I don’t believe he has been yet or [ should have heard more confusion, » I think I had better go to camp, at all events, as | it seems strangely lonesome here.” “Then, maybe you'd like a bit of company!” a mocking voice cried, and in an instant her arms were seized and held in a firm grasp. Simultaneously there was a chorus of hoarse yells in the distance, a roar of rifle-shots, and a myriad of quick flashes hoth in the direction of the Cottonwoods and Daggersville. Both places had been attucked at once, CHAPTER XII. A FIEND’S REVENGE, Lzr us follow the adventures of Colorado Charlie for a few moments, After leaving Grit Gleason he glided stealth- ily toward the Indian camp, his every sense on the alert, his eye gleaming sternly. The excitement of his desire to prevent an attack upon Daggersville had banished some- thing of the vengeful expression from his face, but enough still lingered to tell of the shock he had sustained. As soon as he once more came within view of the fires, he saw the old chief reading the mes- sage, while his dusky warriors were huddled near, awaiting his edict. The chief finished the perusal of the document, and then saying something to his warriors. which Quick-Shot could not understand, hurri away toward the villa, “T wonder what he’s up to now?’ our hero mused, grimly, He left his position, made a circuit around the camp-fires, and came toa halt near a rear door of the villa, which was open, Near by was a thick hedge of syringa bushes, and among these he lost no time in taking con- cealment. He was none too soon. Flat Nose and the general soon made their ap- ance in the doorway, where they halted. “Your plan is a good one,” the general said, aloud. ‘‘I will give instructions to the boys at once to move upon the Cottonwoods. You and your reds can easily carry the mining-camp!” “Flat Nose great chief. His warriors heap big fighters. The White Whiskers must keep his promise, though!” - ‘““My word is good, When you have served me as I have said, you can go away loaded with plunder, Let.not any threats or persuasions draw you over to the other side, for I'll do thrice better by you than they will.” “Plat Nose has heard. He will act accord- ingly,” he answered, with a dignified air, as he descended the steps and strode away. The general also descended the steps, and walked around to the front pert of the grounds to order his men to the attack. ““Now is my time!” Quick-Shot muttered. “ Vengeance for Lenore first; then I'll do what I can for the others!”
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Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash. __ AR He a revolver in either hand, and He grasped ' glided from his place of concealment into the house like a shadow. he door opened into a sort of rear store- room; then came a kitchen and a dining-room, from off of which opened a large hal), leading to other pouions of the dwelling. Quick-Shot had gone as far as the dining-room, when he fancied he heard some one in the inky | darkness ahead of him, He naturally paused and endeavored to pene- trate the gloom with his eagle eyes. but it was a fatal action, An unseen object, as hard as rock, whizzed through the air, and struck him with stunning ee upon the head, causing him to drop like a og. Then all was blank to him, except that an awful buzzing sensation held bim captive, pre- cluding all possibility of simplest thought. When he regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes, he found the situation altogether different, As far as he could make out he was lying upon the prairie, a short distance from the villa —lying on his back, so completely wound up with lariats as to be nearly unable to move a muscle, - Another person similarly fixed was lying by ~ his side, Near -their feet was a powerful horse, about which three men were busied, Up at Daggersville, and in the direction of the Cottonwoods, the sounds of a deadly con- flict were to be heard, accompanied by an al- most incessant flash of weapons, that lit up the darkness like so many hisses of lightning. A shudder ran through the frame of the scout- detective as he comprehended his situation, He was to be “ railroaded "—dragged furiously over prairie and through rocky gorges at the mercy p ne — furious to escape from its human reig It was sure death in nine cases out of ten, as he well knew—a punishment that more than one poor fellow has had to suffer on the Western bore hi d 0 was his compagnon du voyage? He managed to twist his boat oo as to get a partial view of the 2 $ “Great God! Is it you, Miss Gleason?” he as ° yon bet!” Grit responded, * But, how came you in this sad predica- ment?” se They nabbed me, I was looking after ou, “Yon should not have done it. Are you aware what is in store for us, my poor child Yes. The general condescended so far as to ee — It is evident we will get bb = some of our friends are even now getting, on in a different way.” ; Cnet Death!” “ Yes.” “T am afraid you are right. I am not so much concerned for myself, as for you; as I can stand more hard usage, 1 5 his ordeal once before.” isp eeogh mies sae ‘Don’t worry about me, Iam not a coward, by any means, and if you have to face the music I am with you, and we will meet it as best we can.” “You are brave, Miss Gleason, but I would to God you were well out of this scrape!” Just then the men evidently completed their arrangements about the horse, for two of them came and bent over the captives. They were General Gleason and the ruffian, Buck Brady, and their faces, gloating with ex- ultation, were not pleasant to contemplate. So Df have recovered, eh?” the general said, addressing Quick-Shot. “I am glad of that. Iwas afraid Brady had killed you, and you wouldn’t be able to enjoy the treat isin store for you.” ‘‘Murderer though you are, I fear you not. Do your worst—I still defy you, Gideon Glea- son, and will live to see the day that I can avenge Lenore’s death?” 23 ‘*Do you dare to tell me that Lenore is dead, you Young devil?” “T have already said so, and know that for spite’s satisfaction, against me, you murdered “her—you, her own father!” .eYou lie—you lie!” fairly shrieked the man. '“Tdonot, You area cowardly assassin, and, God helping me, if { ever get free, Pll have your life in exchange for the murder of your own daugbter—you inhuman fiend!” Gleason uttered a snarling oath, ‘You are counting your chickens before they are hatched!” he declared, triumphantly. ‘ So far as your ever getting free is concerned, I'll guarantee that we shall never have the pleasure of looking on either of your faces again. As for you, Miss Gertrude, Tl] tell the truth by ad- mitting that I would rest a little easier, were you out of the way; hence I concluded to let you keep the company of Colorado Charlie on his voyage!” ‘““T understand why you fear me!” Grit replied. “Tt is because you have robbed me of my pro- ord pee 9 I believe you murdered my r father. It is fear of being proven guilty o FF aa crime, that you send me to destruction. ay the curse of every honest man rest upon you, you detestable wretch!” : The general winced under the accusation, and turned impatiently to Buck Brady. “Bnough of this!” he cried. ‘Apply the match!” The horse which the third man was holding by the bit, was alread beoomning nearly un- manageable, and when Brady applied a lighted match to his glossy coat he gave a terrified snort, and broke away, dragging the helpless human _ freight behind him. ; CHAPTER XIII. SATAN CLAIMS HIS OWN. Tue terrible battle—or more properly, the massacre—at Daggersville, was over. It had been brief, butof sickening import. The double attack had thrown the forces under Major Greer and Old Man Ronald, respectively, into a terri- ble state of confusion, and the assailants had poured in an avalanche of molten death upon the defendérs, which must have demoralized a small army. Nevertheless, either band of defenders had made a desperate struggle to attain victory, and
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; 22 Colorado Charlie’s Deteetive Dash. ee N had, almost to a man, fallen while still fighting. What had not been completely m>wed down had taken to flight, with few exceptions, Old Man Ronald and the major, together with two others of the Ronald mining syndi- eate, named Lewis and Locke, bad been num- bered among the missing, when a list of the dead and wounded was taken. Yet there were those who knew that the quartette of capitalists had been captured, and smuggled off to Villa Voselle, where they were secretly held as prisoners of the victorious general. What was to be done with them, was a matter of conjecture with those who were in the secret, they being Buck Brady, Flat Nose and Pedro, the general’s valet. It was believed, however, that they were to be held for ransom, or some other arrangement by which the general would come into actual pos- session of Da gersville, the Cottonwoods and the surrounding territory. The loss on the general’s side had been heavy, many of his best herders having been dropped, never to rise again. Flat Nose’s band, however, had come off near- ly whole. ‘Rhe morning after the battle, the dead were ceMected, by the general’s orders, and given a rough but respectable burial, near the Cotton- woods, and the general sent divisions of his party to take charge of the Cottonwoods and Daggers- ville, For safety’s sake, he kept Buck Brady and Flat Nose’s gang at camp on the lawn of Villa Voselle, for assoon asa report of the massacre got abroad, ko was sanguine that there would be Government interference, in which case, were it imperative, hemight have to beat a retreat into the interior, until the affair could be arranged—as he believed it could readily be—by the agency of money and perjury. Lenore’s remains were removed from the Cinnamon Bear Hotel, and buried at Villa Vo- selle, and although the general manifested some ief, it was apparent that he had become too ardened and calloused at heart to long grieve over her loss. A week passed, and no interference was of- fered from Boveminient sources, although it was believed that the massacre was known at head- quarters, and plenty of time had elapsed in which an investigation could have been made, . This caused the general and his confederates to feel more at ease, and things once more began to ba? about in their usual way. ork was resumed in the mines, which were now considered Gleason’s property, as was every- thing else in Daggersville. He was virtually king, and the people were his minions, and as he paid them with lavish liberality and promptness, there seemed no oc- casion for belief but what they would serve him faithfully. The two immense ranches were turned into one, as it were, and the valuable herds of cattle united into one vast herd, and placed in the care of Flat Nose and his gang, the former remnant of cowboys having been set to work in the mines, And as trouble was expected from the Cattle Clique, the droves were kept in as close prox- imity to the Cottonwoods and Villa Voselle, as good pasturage would permit. Buck Brady and Pedro were now retained at the villa, the former as a sort of confidential os and the latter as a confidential ser- vani As we have said, the general was daily grow- ing more at ease, as no signs of trcuble loomed up on the horizon of his hopes, and he was be- ginning to congratulate himself that his scheme for supremacy was to be successful, when, one evening, as he was sitting in his parlor, Buck Brady entered, bearing a letter which he had just obtained at the post-office. It was directed in a broad, handsome style of chirography, and on tearing away the envelo the general’s eyes ran over the appended mis- sive: “Hetr’s Post-Orrice, ‘(One Mile from the Entrance Gate to Hades), ; * August 20th, ‘* Gen. Gripgon Gueason:—The time for calling you in from active service has drawn so near expiration that Ihave deputized several of your victims to wait on you preparatory to guidingeyou through the dark passages and over the fiery trails lead ng to my perennial summer resort. Hoping you will not put my envoys to any unnecessary delay (as I have to pay a large premium for fuel now, and have already had the fires kindled for your special benefit), “T remain, sir, “Yours forever, “ SATAN, “King of the Realms Infernal!” Brady watched the general with an inquiring expression during the perusal, for the usually flushed face had grown strangely white, ‘By Heaven! what does it mean, Brady?” the astonished villain demanded, as he handed over the document to the borderruffiap. ‘‘One would suppose by that, that we were living on the borders of Inferno.” Brady received the letter, gazed at it, and then at the general, ‘Tis ruther curious!” hegrunted. ‘ The feller what sent it must have fergot to write what he wanted to say.” ‘* What! Can't ‘ou read?” “Depends, guv’nor! I kin allus cipher out common English, but when ye guv me nothin’ ter read I ain’t thar.” * Nothing! Why, certainly you can’t be get- ting blind.” “Show me a fifty-dollar gold piece and see how quick I’ll gobble onto it. If you say thar’s any writin’ on thet bit o’ paper ye’ve either bin drinkin’ an’ got the jams or hev gone crazy, or hev got to tellin’ whoppin’ big. lies.” And he thrust the missive back into the gen- eral’s hand. , That personage yazed atit in utter dismay— his surprise genuine. ‘‘Good God! there is no writing there!” he asped. en Nary a bit!” Brady re-echoed. The general examined both sides of the paper thoroughly and then handed it back to Brady. The moment he gazed at it steadily he uttered a hoarse yell of terror and dropped it to the floor, as though it had been a piece of hot iron, I ‘ :
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Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash, _ 28 — ‘“« What is the matter?” Gleason demanded, his pallor nearly equaling that of the ruffian, ‘‘Oh! cuss the thing! 1 see’d a skeleton, so I did, what war grinnin’ an’ snappin’ its teeth at me!” The general mace a dive for the paper and seized it before it had floated to the floor, ‘* Nothing!” he gasped, as he gazed at it on either side. And then, he held it before Buck Brady’s ter- rifled gaze. “Do you see it now?” he fairly yelled. “Wary!” was Brady’s gasping reply. ‘© Did you see it?” ** On course I did!” doggedly. “Then, do you believe that I saw what I claimed to see?” “T bain’t a doubt ’bout it.” The two men glared at each other as savagely as two tigers might have done, ‘* Well!” Brady growled. “Tt is not well,” the general replied. ‘It must be more than a human occurrence that could unnerve me, but Il am not afraid to tell you that [ believe we are doomed,” ; “ Git out! You mean the Old Nick aire grab- bin’ fer us!” “T am satisfied of it, Iam as wide-awake, and my faculties are just as keen as ever; and I know I saw that warning on the same paper you saw the skeleton, and yet neither of us saw the same things. Don’t it look as if a power infernal surrounded us?” Brady scratched his head, and cast a terrified glance about the room. The words of bis master in crime certainly had no quieting effect on his strong superstition. “*Pve heerd,” he said, finally, in a low, husky tone, “‘I’ve heerd it said, thet ef one could break the charm of the devil, his power were gone. Mebbe if ye war to burn thet paper, et would hev the same effect on the old cuss,” “Bah! that is old woman’s gabble.” Still, he too, gazed nervously about the room, The lamp seemed to burn very dimly. The fire on the grate flickered uneasily. A strovg wind moaned about the villa, making weird sounds that were at the best disquieting. “Try it!” Brady said, sepulchrally. The general hesitated, feaa advanced to the fireplace, and held his hand afew feet above the blaze. As if eager for the prey, the flames suddenly on pa high enough to singe the man’s trembling ands, A howl of surprise and pain escaped him; he relinquished the paper, and it wavered down into the fire, Instantaneously there seemed to grow up out of the fire-place a fleshless skeleton, surrounded by a weird, bluish light, that gave it a decidedly unearthly appearance. Where should have been eyeless sockets, were bulging balls of fire, that in expression were not unlike human eyes. Literally paralyzed with horror, the two villains stared at the spectacle, too dumfounded to stir or speak. Then, as suddenly as it had ap- peared, the bony specter melted down into the flames, and was gone, For some time after it had disappeared the two men stood staring atthe fire Brady was the first to arouse, “Its gone, giueral, an’ I reckon I’ve hed my fill o’ thet sort of thing fer one night. Ef ye want any more interviews wi’ his Satanic Majesty, ye kin stay hyer and enjoy it. I’m ne- where's of a notion ter have my wits frightened out of me.” ‘‘Hold, for God's sake!” the general cried. “Tf you leave me, I’ll never again employ you.” “ By thunder, I don’t care ef ye do ornot, I kin stand some things, but I can’t stand every- thing. I’m goin’ right off ter Denver to j'ine a church, an’ see ef I can’t ring in a deal wi’ pious folks, Then, you sinners can go to the devil, w’at air reachin’ fer ye.” He made a move toward the window as he ‘| saw the general making a more to bar him off, but suddenly he paused, an unmistakable expres- sion of horror coming over his hard face. Bos stood transfixed, unable to move or,utter a word, It was the awful Dead Face that had appeared last upon the night of the reception at the Cot- tonwoods, unchanged in any part of its ghastly ap Trance, t was staring direct at Brady, although the eyes were closed, and as it was thus directed, a hollow, unearthly laugh seemed to peal from be- tween the unparted lips. An instant—then this spectacle, too, had gone! It was the termination of that evening’s event- ful occurrences, and the two terror-stricken men were not sorry when they found that no more visitations were forthcoming, CHAPTER XIV. UNMASKING THE VILLAIN. SEVERAL days passed, but no more of the supernatural order of things took place at Villa Voselle, so that Brady and the general became somewhat more reassured, and satisfied that they were victims of a practical trick, paae trated by some enemy—most likely Cap, Mel- mn. The general had not been idle. Believing that trouble might eventually occur out of the massacre, he had been secretly trying to make negotiation for the sale of all the mining and other property for whatever actual cash he could get out of it. The whole consolidation of properties, at the lowest, ought to bring at least a million or more of dollars, and if he could get hold of this amount, the general was quite content to skip; he therefore wrote prominent agents in the East, making known his desire to close out and retire from business, Then he set to work to forge deeds to the en- tire real estate and bills of sale for all personal property, so that it looked all right; for, having once occupied official and legal positions, he had the tools to work with. A couple of days after the supernatural visi- tations he received a letter from Denver, at that time by no means as large a city as now, The letter was as follows: OD zan Sint the undersigned, a wealthy Enelis “Dear Sir:—The undersigned, a w h copitalist, having learned of your desire yy Bae) se of your ranch, cattle and mining interest, will, in
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24 Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash. TT company with his daughter, call upon you within a day or so prepared to make you a cash offer, “Very truly yours, ** CHALFONT.” The next day came another: * Gen’i Gripnon Gimason:— : “Dear Srz'—Do not sell your estate until I have time to reach you. igned, “WwW, A. Suarm.” Another communication ran thus: “ Qen’L Gipzon GLEASON:— “Duar Srr:—Will call on you shortly with a view to purchasing your estate, if money can buy it, “Yours resp'y, ‘Gus Rann.” The latter two communications had been mailed from a. mining-camp not over thirty miles from Daggersville, and both arrived the same day, “Bverything works well. It could hardly be better!” the general congratulated himself. *}l get what money I can out of the business, and then hie myself to some spot where I shall not constantly feel as if a noose were to be sud- denly shirred about my neck.” The first to arrive was Mr. Chalfont and daughter, who were ushered into the general’s presence, one stormy evening. The Englishman was a person of medium build, with a huge silvery beard that covered the better part of his face, and eves that were intensely keen and penetrating, in their glance, He was richly attired. His daughter, Helena, as he introduced her, ' was closely enveloped in a waterproof, and vailed so carefully that her face could not be seen, After a little preliminary conversation the visitor said: “Well, sir, having learned of your desire to dispose of your large property, I concluded to come this way, and learn your terms,” ‘* Hixactly. I dare say you are aware of the value of the property?” “T am. made inquiries on my way here, and am surprised to find so much under one man’s control,” “Very likely. I have been most successful in speculation, and am proud to point out my es- tate as the fruits of my enterprise.” ’ “* Riverything is clear, of course?” “ To a dollar.” “Then, what is your object in selling out?” “ T recently lost my daughter, an only child, and having no ties to bind me to any particular place, I desire to return Eastward to spend the remainder of my days.” "Yes? Well, I suppose you would find more congenial surroundings, there. What value do you place upon your ranch, its stock and equip- ments, and the mine?” * Five million of dollars, at least.” “ ive million? Would they fetch half that amount at a forced sale?” ‘Perhaps. I did not name you my selling rice.” ** Do so then!” -*T will take one million down now, and a half-million more as soon as the deeds are regis- tered. I have them already prepared for sign- ing, so that after our business is done here, nothing remains but to take them to a register; and get him to fix them up, he having the old devds, and their records.” “Indeed! Then you have an idea that I would trust a million of dollars in your hands for even ten minutes?” was the sneering answer. *©T do not seo why not, sir, I am aman of ray word, sir!” “Oh! you are?” : “ ft am itd 3 The general was beginning to grow somewhat alarmed, the tone of his visitor was so cool and significant, ‘How long have you owned this magziificent domain?” Chalfont went on, stroking his beard gently, and never once allowing his gaze to leave the generai’s face, ‘Wor several years—three, nearly.” “ Were you ever married more than-once?” ‘* Certainly not.” “You are sure?” The general sprung to his feet, growing livid with rage. ‘* Why do you question my veracity?”.he cried. ‘¢Tf you come bere to insult me, I will excase your presence, and request you to leave my house,” He was in the act of drawing arevolver, when he noticed that Chalfont already held one in his grasp. ‘‘ Balked there!” his caller said, with a chuckle, “You should -know better than_to try any crooked games on me, Gleason, You are too ‘hot-headed; but I do Guestips your veracity about not having been blessed with two wives, as I know you were legally married once, and illegally married a second time.” “rig false!” the general roared. ‘Tt is true!” was the stern cry. Cassie, and remove your vail.” The woman obeyed, and turned a careworn but still pretty face to Gideon Gleason’s view— the face of a woman over forty years, mayhap, “Stand up, | from which trouble had failed to erase an ex- pression of matronly beauty. ‘“ By heavens!” was all the general could utter, _ ashe staggered back aghast, his gaze riveted upon the woman’s face. Then he suddenly turned upon his tormentor, ‘And you—who are you?” he roared, say- agely. Cn ip the man chuckled, removing his falso beard, ‘‘why, I am Cap Melton, chief of the Cattle Clique, and your dutiful son CHAPTER XV, A FEARFUL RIDE. Tr becomes our duty to follow the adventures of Colorado Charlie and Grit Gleason from the time that they were so rudely dispatchel at the heels of the maddened, burning horse, The lariats that connected them to the animal were securely fastened to their ankles, and the length of the lariat was such that they were not in danger of being harmed by the horse’s heels, For the first five minutes of their frightful journey they were unable to control themselves in the least, the jerk, jerk! occasioned by the animal’s frantic bounds, nearly taking their senses away, but the horse kept on his course ’ over tho prairie, and as there was much grass
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Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash: and no stones, they experienced no severe bruises, The horse plunged madly on, its agonized screams making the night ring. That he would | ever stop until forced to drop from sheer ex- haustion did not seem probable. If he could only get bis hands free, so as to draw the clasp-knife which he still had in his pocket, Colorado Charlie could cut the two lariats; but to get his hands loose was no easy feat, and there was no immediate probability of his accomplishing such release from their fright- ful position, ota word nor groan escaped Grit, she was perite through the ordeal nearly as bravely as self, They were well away from Villa Voselle, when the frantic horse came suddenly to a deep and abrupt arroyo, and unable to check itself, was forced to plunge headlong into the depths, drag- ging Charlie and Grit with bim. _ _ Down, down they went—then all became blank. Quick-Shot was the first to recover conscious- ness, and, with his returning senses, came a knowledge that he had a seyere headache, and was considerably bruised. e lay several minutes, motionless, until he was satisfied that he was in active possession of his right mind; then, with an effort he raised himself upon his elbow and gazed about bim, It was broad daylight, but he was still at the bottom of the arroyo, which was rugged and rocky. His bonds had been severed, The horse, with every hairsinged from it lay dead a few yards away, a sickening mass to gaze at—but Grit was nowhere to be seen, The horse had, before the fatal plunge, worn a bridle. Now, that article was not tobe seen, and it was certain that the fire could not have con- sumed the bits, even if it had burned the leather, There remained, then, but one reasonable theory: some one had entered the arroyo, car- ried away the bridle, and likewise Grit Gleason. With an effort that cost him great pain, Colo- rado Charlie arose from his recumbent position, and hobbled toward the low place where egress from the pitfall was easiest—a sort of natural crail that wound up the side to the prairie, Here he found the plain imprints of a horse's feet, and the indications were that the animal had recently galloped up the trail, “ By Heaven! that brave girlshall not remain lost very long,” Quick-Shot gritted. “She im- periled her own safety for her love for me, and Il never rest until I set her at liberty. I don’t feel very active after that tough ride and tum- ble, but I can still follow a trail.” . Weapons he bad none, except a clasp-knife in his bocket; but nothing daunted, he zet out as rapidly over the trail as the bruised condition of I his limbs would permit, © traveled until nightfall with scarcely © pause, and being a sturdy walker, coyered a good many miles, So he Continued on his way, as soon as the moon Was fairly up, and did not pause until near midnight, when he felt too fatigued to proceed further, and threw himself upon the ground, 25 An uneasy feeling caused him to partly raise and make a survey. <. He saw something that would have startled any strong-minded personage, trifle above the level of the ground, not a dozen yards away, he beheld the Dead Face looking toward him, white and unearthly, and apparently attached to no body. E nstantly the Dead Face arose higher, and a man’s form became outlined, as it fled from the spot e man’s form clad in deepest black, from . chin to toe, “Very ghostly!” Quick-Shot gritted. ‘So that’s the thing that’s been frightening the Dag- gervillians! Wonder if I hadn’t better give him a chase?” He leaped to his feet and bounded away in pursuit, but was soon surprised, to think that he should ever have laid claims to being a runner, for in u very few minutes the Dead Faced indi- vidual had vanished beyond the range of his vision, “Blame it! I’ve lost both the man and the trail!” he growled, pausing when he saw that it was no use to proceed further. ‘‘ I shall have to wait till daybreak, before I can-readily pick up that trail again.” He sat down, in an ill-humor, and waited. Ten minutes had scarcely passed, when, hearin a rustling behind him he wheeled around, an beheld the Dead Face a few yards away, and in the same position as when he first discovered it. With a yell of anger, he sprung to his feet, and rushed toward the ghostly tormentor, only to see that personage also gain his footing, and glide away into nothingness. The next moment, he was seized from behind by a number of pairs of hands, which made quick work of securely binding and blindfolding him. Who his captors were he could not form an \ idea, as he saw none of them, and not a word” was spoken, E That the Dead Face was concerned in the pro- ceeding, however, he did not bave a doubt. He was bound across a saddle, face downward, and carried away, the horse apparently being led, by one of the captors. It seemed, to Quick-Shot, an age before 4” sy stopped, and he was taken from the horse’s back, and placed upon his feet. There was a moment of painful suspense; then a harsh, stentorian voice cried: “Charlie Waverly, do you know where you are?” , “T have not that pleasure!” Quick-Shot re- torted, coolly. “Then, I will grant you the information!” the speaker said, in an impressive tone. ‘* You are in the presence of a band of avengers—persons who have suffered terrible wrongs, and failing to get justice in any other way, have taken the law into their own hands.” Bras ahead!” Quick-Shot called out, indiffer- ently, “There are five of us, at present!” the speaker went on, ‘‘and I, the ‘Dead Face,’ as I am best known, am the chief of theband. Of my wrongs I need not speak, for they are known only to myself, and to my God. e others, with one
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asewee. Lore ee pe tm te 26 _ €olorade Charlie’s Detective Dash. exception, have ‘suffered through the agency of one Cap. Melton, a chief of cattle-thieves.” **T understand,” _ Well, we want one more member to our order, before we proceed to business. We know you have suffered a grievous wrong, and have sworn a vow of vengeance against one whom it is our business to drag down to the doom he richly merits.” : “You speak of General Gleason.” “T do. He has wronged, not only all of us, but has massacred many a good man at the Cottonwoods and Daggersville, of which places he now holds undisputed possession. He stands a tyrant king, in a civilized government, and it is a reproach on all honorable humanity that the accursed outlaw is not swept from the earth. We have agreed among ourselves to do the job, and want your co-operation in helping us to re- store right from wrong, at Daggersville, and breaking up the Cattle Clique!” “Supposing you inform me whom I would be associated with, I could best answer you then!” “That is out of the question. I know it is better for the present that you should not. I have named the other four, Norman, Warren, Gorman and Florren. You are well known and respected by two of them; the others have debts to cancel with Cap. Melton, but are sworn to help us throughout.” ‘Exactly. But I would be excused.” “Why ? ** Because I have another mission!” “The search for Gertrude Gleason?” “Yes.” ‘Miss Gertrude rashly imperiled her life through a desire to accompany me, and she hay- ing got into trouble it is my duty as a man to rescue her.” “Then set your heart at rest in that en for Gertrude Gleason is in the stronghold of Captain Melton, a prisoner, and the first act on our programme will be to rescue her, and add her to our league.” “Te I don’t join you?” “You will be held a prisoner until our ven- geance is complete, be it a day or ten years!” ‘ T will join you on conditions!” he said, finally, ~~ Name them, sir.” “They are that I will not be requested to take part in any affair, other than the one 1 have to avenge, more than to help to run the others to y: * Accepted! Listen to the oath. Repeat it word for word, after me!” The Dead Face then said over a vow of al- deelance, and Colorado Charlie repeated it after m. , CHAPTER XVI. THE RETRIBUTION. As soon as the oath was administered, the bandage was removed from Colorado Charlie’s eyes and his bonds were cut, He found himself in the presence of five per- sonsin full flowing black gowns belted at the waist, while each wore a papier-mache head- covering designed to ga his Satanic Maj- esty, with horns and all. Guick-Shot surveyed them with a grim smile. ‘ ‘Well, you have left nothing undone,inthe ~ way of self-adornment, I see!” he said, “A glimpse of you ought to be punishment enough — c tor any ordinary sinner.” . “Perhaps!” the tallest of the five said, with ® a chuekle, his voice unmistakably that of Dead — Face, ‘We mean to make our appearance an omen of doom to those we are to chase down. ~ be Here is a bundle of appare] to match ours, and weapons of defense, lease equip yourself, and ag then we will get down to business, as fast as is s judicious.” L In a short time Quick-Shot was arrayed in the new costume, and armed with weapons enough h to lay out a score of men, had he the hands to ol use them. ext Through the “devil” masks were eyeholes, and mouth-slits for breathing, with Bere f forked tongues, that could be manipulated from hie the inside by the wearer’s tongue. “Now then, you are all fixed!” the Dead Face ae announced. ‘But come, let us mount and be 2Te off. We have a number of miles to ride yet.” The mount was made, and they struck off at a gallop, in a northerly direction, never drawing 4, a rein until the sun had set, and dense shadows: rde were settling like a pall over the prairie. A narrow bridle-path led down into the depths Th of a wood. Gia A column of smoke curling up through the, 1 tree-tops was the only sign to indicate taat the; BD grove was inhabited. Wy “There’s where the Cattle Clique have thei, headquarters,” Dead Face explained, pointim« 7 down into the arroya. “They've got a bry, oS shanty in aniong the trees, and there’s a ni cH erac fall of the cusses in it.” a you know how many?” Quick-Shggy asked. “No. It depends altogether whether any fon the gang are away onaraid. If the full foray of, é <! ati headquarters, there are nigh about fifty qq ie em, ; “Then, what business have we got tryin une in attack them? They’d soon make short wor' pte venore. “That all depends on how we get at ther sir, I will leave you here, and go down for Paved reconndissance. If Imake any discoveries wor), y reporting, I will be back shortly. If not, y « vh bad better make a careful search for me.” niga a, “ All right. We will allow you half an ho), tok to get back in!” Colorado Charlie remarked. Laue The chief then dismounted, and leaving o th horse with the others, descended the bridle-pé (nt on foot, soon losing bimself from view amo «, 7, the trees. tH] eat Quick-Shot and the others waited. Re al bu: Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes passed, and da, | alry ness had once more settled upon the praije” and Then Dead Face came up out of the vall oe carrying an Indian youth on his shoulders, live fro was securely bound. se ed te ““Well,- where did you catch on to thi ee I Quick-Shot demanded, as the chief deposited, ave h prisoner upon the ground, Rat “Down yonder. He’s your mutton!” “Why so?” den “ Wor the simple reason thathe fs a go-bet ny, life ag for the League, and knows all the ringleac, f you He just brought news to the stronghold tha, You he her prop ¢
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* Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash.._ EE entire party, numbering all buf four of the Clique, were yesterday captured by soldiers who are advancing upon Daggersville, “Then we shall have an easy victory below?” “No!” Dead Face said, ‘There is nothing - more to do down there, I spared the red-skin because he promised to turn State’s evidence against the others.” ‘*But, Miss Gleason—where is she?’ Quick- Shot asked. . “Coming up the path behind me, Ah! here she comes, now. Look! yonder goes the strong- hold of the Cattle Clique, with everything in it, except what money I could find.” He pointed down into the grove with a laugh of triumph, just as Grit Gleason reached the top of the path, leading a horse, A bright light could be seen below, that in- A creased momentarily, until forked tongues of ® fire leaped up through the tree-tops, with a »* erackling sound, t Without speaking, the party watched the 2%fiames for some time; then, at Dead Face’s me order, they all mounted, and rode away. the the the The declaration of Cap, Melton, that he was Gideon Gleason’s son, as narrated in a previons chapter, caused the general to turn whiter than ‘ever, while a furious curse escaped his lips, « ‘* You lie—you lie!” he gasped. hel «i do not,” Melton replied, triumphantly. “1% T can prove that we are wife and son to you. | bsLenore is not your child, or rather was uot.’ nee « How do you know?” _. *We do know. You adopted her from an SUGsylum, after you had deserted us, and left us upon the world to look after ourselves, Not DY {ong since you learned, through that scalawag forcIntosh, that Lenore was of good parentage, 'tYy Gnd was shortly to come into an immense for- june in the South. You two rogues put your ne feads together to get posseSsion of the fortune, ork Sy arranging a marriage between McIntosh and yenore. Luckily for the poor girl, she was the! nared such a fate.” for « Ay! and accursed be he who murdered her!” WT he general cried, bitterly. rts Yi « md Terms!” ‘ am “Bxactly. Listen, and I will explain. My ‘ttle business of cattle-thief has gone up. The avalry has struck me hard by capturing my id - en and burning my stronghold. They are bse ewise now after me. I therefore propose to , Va*stire from business in such a way as to not be TS, “dliged to bother my brains about lucre, hence- thiTth. I mean that you shall help me to do it. ted have here one hundred thousand dollars in sive™.sh, and the marriage certificate. You put up : ‘cards. If I lose, I am broke, and will put up bet Ae, ity Saale another purse of money. leas You still have a chance to gamble as long as id tha,» cash holds out, and even to putting up your her property. You see, in that respect, you 1 equal sum of money, and we will play a game. OREO ae et ee et ia have animmense advantage over us; you can gamble for hours, while we can only play until we lose both money and life.” y “*] will play. If you lose, you shall pay the forfeit, depend upon it, The world cannot hold us both.” “T am perfectly willing to do so.” The general went to his safe, and returned with several large rolls of money, and a deck of cards, - The game was to be eucher. “Cut for deal!” Gleason said, as they seated themselves at a table. “Tf you please, gents, I'll take a hand in that game, too!” a strange voice said. The startled trio gazed toward the door in alarm. What strange transformation was this? Wasit retribution? Eleven persons stood in a row, just within the ey each grasping a revolver in his right and. Seven of them were attired as the demon avengers. The remaining four were Old Man Ronald, Major Greer, and the two other men who had been held as Gleason’s prisoners, Gideon Gleason trembled like an aspen at sight of the ominous line—each one of whom, he doubt- ed not, had some deadly account to settle with im. Cap. Melton uttered a savage oath, but made no motion to fight or escape. He saw that the odds were too largely against him, and he could but tremble when he caught the stern, menacing gaze of Old Man Ronald, } It had been Dead Face, who had spoken, ‘“My money is good as any one’s!” he contin- ued, drawing forth a roll of bills, and advancing to the table. ‘*So be kind enough to deal me outa hand. I know the terms of the game, and am satisfied to abide by them.” The general and his wicked son exchanged glances, and the game began. Four hands were played, and the Dead Face went out, leaving the game between Melton and the general, They played the hand out quickly, and the general, too, went out! Melton grew pale, but dealt the cards with apparent determination to win, hg ae life or forty thousand this time!” he gritted, The Dead Face raked in forty thousand and left tweuty on the board, The general made his siake and the game be- gan, the table surrounded by the avengers, who watched with breathless interest. The Dead Face went out on the fourth hand again, leaving Melton to play off with his father again, Both handled the cards nervously; both were pale and trembling. There was an audible murmur in the room when the general made a eucher and won by two points, For an instant there was a deathlike silence— then Melton’s mother suddenly placed a revolver to her son’s head and fired. ‘* You shall never kill him!” she hissed, ad- dressing the general. ‘‘He wasason to me, and we will die together!”
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28 Golorado Charlie’s Detective Dash. STS Se ee AS eg ee ee er Before she could be praenle she placed the pistol to her own temple and fired. The two fell to the floor almost simultaneous- ly. Tarne bullet did not produce death for Melton for several minutes, and he gazed about him, “Ts allup with me!” hesaid. ‘I ask the forgiveness of them I’ve wronged, You’ve won, old man, but I reckon we'll meet at head- quarters. My last request—bury mother.” “Tt shall be done!” Dead Face said, “and to relieve your mind of one sin, sir, I will tell you that you did not kill Ralph Ronald. I brought him back to life, and he is present now!” Ata motion, one of the party removed his re ea sure enough, Ralph Ronald stood re- vealed. A look of relief passed over Melton’s face, and his lamp of life went out, even as Old Man Ronald and his son embraced each other, General Gleason still sat at the table like one in a daze, as he nervously fingered the cards, The Dead Face once more turned to him, ‘Gideon Gleason!” he said, sternly. ‘‘ Your unfortunate wife and son have paid the penalty of their crimes, You are even a greater crimi- nal than were they, and you, too, must answer. We will go on with the game!” “T have but fifty thousand dollars left,” the general said, doggedly. “Maybe not, but’ you have the deeds to your own ranch, and you have your cattle. We will gamble for all. You need not produce the fraudulent deeds of your brother’s estate, for they are no account!” “Then we will gamble for my own, eh? Very well, If I lose it, { will still have the other.” “We will gamble for yours alone, By inves- tigation it has been proven that your brother’s estate was not incumbered a cent’s worth, and you have no legal claim to it. Therefore it re- verts to his daughter. When you have lost all, you must stake your life against the whole, which, if you win, you shall have undisputed possession of. If you lose, of course your life pays the forfeit, We will play first for fifty thousand dollars a side; secondly, for your real estate against my hundred thousand; thirdly, your personal estate against my hundred thou- sand, and, lastly, your life against the whole re- sults of our games,” The cards were produced, shuffled, dealt, and the game of seven-up—for it was mutually agreed to play that game—began. ) The bodies of Melton and his mother had been removed, and those most interested of the party crowded about the table eagerly. It was to be a game for life or death—or, more properly, the first of a series of games, Dead Face won, and hauled in the general’s pile to add to his own, with a quiet chuckle. * Produce your title-deeds,” he said. Strangely composed for one of his fiery tem- perament, the general obeyed. Dead Face examined the documents, and wrote out an order of transfer to Gertrude Gleason, which the general signed. Both papers were then placed on the money. Tbe cards were shuffled and dealt, and the second game began, The game went en Finally they stood tie at two points, The next hand Dead Face went out. “ Good!” the general said, calmly. ‘* Go ahead, and draw up a bill of sale for one dollar, of all my personal property.” ‘ + was done, and the general signed it cheer- ully. The third game began. The result was the same. _ Gideon Gleason had lost everything but his 2. He still was calm. “Go ahead. We have the fifth game to play yet,” he said, lighting a cigar, and blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. “Tf Llose my life may I have the honor of knowing who is to take it?” ‘That will be decided by cards between the six of us who have masks, Six cards will be dealt, and the one who receives the ace will be required to pronounce your doom and exeeute the sentence,” “Very well, Proceed.” Again the cards were dealt and the game com- menced, It was evident that each man played his best, But fate did not grant that the general should have a winning hand, and he threw down the eards with a bitter oath, ‘“*T have lost!” he suid, arising and folding his arms across his breast. Dead Face re-shuffled the cards and called all of his “Satan” hooded companions to the table, young Ronald having re-donned his mask, *T will now deal your cards!" the Dead Face said, ‘‘ You all know the enormity of this man’s crimes. The majority of you very likely are ready to give him the justice he deserves, Be that as it may, the one who draws an ace shall have the power to dis of the general according to agreement, and we, the remainder of the avengers, are to abide by the decision and abet the one that makes it in whatever way the decider may wish. Do you all under- stand?” “ Ay! ay!” came the response. “Very good. I will now deal you each a card, with face up, until one of you receives an ace, The Dead Face dealt himself the first card, it being the king of hearts, The next one to bim he dealt the jack of spades; to the next the eight of clubs; to the next the ace of spades. * Remove your mask and pronounce your victim’s fate!” the Dead Face commanded, evi- dent disappointment in his voice, re mia’ was rege ess i ; ery of surprise escaped nearly every lip. There stood Lenore! oe “ Silence!” Dead Face ordered. ‘I will ex- lain; first, Lenore was not dead when she was buried. I dug ber up and brought her to life precisely as I did Ralph. Being a skilled phy- sician I did what the world would pronounce impossible, Before you stands the proof of my skill, Lenore, proceed.” General Gleason stood leaning inst the mantle, a picture of shame, misery, and death— for there was not a tinge of color in his cheeks; his eyes had an awful stare.
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“Hold!” Dead Face added. ‘Before you, allow me to speak, and let no one under any circumstances interrupt me, Gideon Gleason, ou are looking atme. I think you know me. Y will remove my mask, There! I am now the Dead Face of Daggersville. See! I remove a thin filmy skin—now, I am your wronged brother. Gideon, you robbed me of a home, That is naught. You buried me alive, all ex- cept my head. I escaped, and when you found in after months a skull, where I was planted, you considered yourself safe, Of those who helped you in your heinous crime there were a dozen, They are all dead, You alone remain, Lenore, I have done. You can now tell the general his fate,” “*T do not think it is necessary,” Lenore re- turned, with a quivering lip. ‘‘I believe a ater avenger than we has relieved us of the job, Quick!” Several sprung forward and caught the sinful man as he would have pitched to the floor! When they laid him upon the sofa his last spark of life had ebbed out! But few words are required to finish our tale, The trio—father, mother and son were buried, side by side. A few days later a company of cavalry raided Daggersville, and put to flight those who had participated in the massacre, Flat Nose was captured, but on promising to do better was sent to an agency, along with his daughter, whom Quick-Shot restored to him, Old Man Ronald took possession of his estates; the general’s brother divided the consolidated Gleason estate between himself and Lenore, and Major Greer returned to his Cinnamon Bear, where he for years remained mine host—and would you believe it, Grit Gleason became ** mine hostess!” Colorado Charlie and Lenore, so startlingly re- united, lived at Villa Voselle, until a few years since, Ralph Ronald returned to the East, where he is now, a rich man, Buck Brady had disappeared, as if the earth had swallowed him, but it is probable that un- der a new name the hardened scoundrel pursued his bardened career to its end in other regions! Daggersville is no more, butinits place stands a thriving town of another name, THE END. 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BEADLE'’S POCKET LIBRARY. : 7 & Seth Jones; or, The Captives of the Frontier. By BE. 8. Blis. 88 Canada Chet, the Counterfeiter Chief. By E.L, Wheeler, 84 The Dumb Page: or, The Doge’s Daughter. By Captaid Frederick Whittaker. 85 The Boy Miners; or, The Enchanted Island. By Rdward 8. Ellis. 86 Jack Harkaway in New York, By Bracebridge Hemyng. 87 The Hussar Captain; or, The Hermit of Hell Gate. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 88 Deadwood Dick in- Leadville; or, A Strange | Stroke for Liberty. Ey Edward L. Wheeler. 89 bill Biddon, frais or, Life in the Northwest. Wy Edward 8. Ellis. 90 T: Ppy the ‘'exan; or, The Young Champion. By George Gleason, - 91 Mustang Sam, the King of the Plains. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. ; 92 The Ocean Bloodhound; or, the Red Pirates of the Caribbees. By Samuel W. Pearce. 93 Phil Hardy, the Boss Boy; or, The Mystery of the Stronghold. By Charles Morris. 94 Deadwood Dick as Detective. By EH. L. Wheeler. 95 Buck Buckram; or, Bess the Female Trapper. By Captain J. I, C, Adams. 96 Gilt-Edged Dick. By Edward L. Wheeler. 97 The Black Steed of the Prairies. By James L. Bowen, 98 The Sea Serpent; or, The Boy Robinson Crusoe, By Juan Lewis. 99 Bonanza Bill, the Man Tracker; or, the Secret Twelve. By E. L. Wheeler. 100 Nat Todd; or, The Fate of the Sioux Captive. By E. 8. Ellis. 101 Daring pers the Young Bear Killer; or, The Trail of the Border Wolf, By Harry St. George. 102 The Yellow Chief; or, The Half-Blood’s Ven- geance, By Capt. Mayne Reid. 103 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. Charles Morris. * 106 Night-Hawk Kit; or, The Daughter of the Ranch. By Joseph_E. Badger, Jr. By 107 Jack Hoyle’s Lead; or, The Road to Fortune. By Edward L, Wheeler. 108 Rocky Mountain Kit, the White Mustanger, By -T. GC, Harbaugh, 109 The Branded Hand, or, The Man of Mystery. By Frank Dumont. 110 The Dread Rider; or, The Texan Duelist. By George W, Browne. 111 Boss Bob, the King of Bootblacks. By Edward _ L. Wheeler. 112 The Helpless Hand. By Capt. Mayne Reid. 113 Scar-Faced Saul, the Silent Hunter. By Oll Coomes. 114 per Paul, the Mountain Boy. By T. C. Har- augh. 115 Deadwood Dick’s Double; or, The Ghost of Gor- ‘on’s Gulch. By Edward L. Wheeler. 116 Jabez Coffin, Sed or, Lost in the Polar Regions. By Capt. F. Whittaker. 41? Fancy Frank of GC lorado; or, The Trappers Trust. By “ Buffalo Bill.” 118 Will Wildfire, the Thoroughpred; or, The Win- ning Hand. By Chas. Morris, 119 Blonde Bill; or, Dealwood Dick’s Home Base. By Edwari L. Wheeler. 12 coe Gid, the Boy Trappef. By T. ©. Har- augh, ¥41 Harry Armstrong, the Captain of the Club. By Bracebridge Hemyng, (Jack Harkaway). 1% The Huuted Hunter; or, The Strange Horseman of the Prairie. By Edward §, Ellis Bw gs ree the Boy Road-Agent. By Edward L. er ee #4 Judge Lynch, Jr.; or, The Boy V: te, By T. Pi Ane ; y Vigilan Ly | 125 The Land Pirates; or, The League of Devil's Island. By Capt. Mayne Reid. 126 Blue Blazes; or, The Break 6’ Day Boys of Rocky Bar, By Frank Dumont. 127 Tony Fox, the Ferret; or, Boss Bob’s Boss Job. By Edward L. Wheeler. 128 Will Wildfire’s Racer; or, Winning Against Odds. By Charles Morris. 129 Kagle Kit, the Boy Demon. By Oll Coomes, 130 Gold Trigger, the Sport; or, The Girl Avengers, By T. OC. Harbaugh. 181 A Game of Gold; or, Deadwood Dick’s Big Strike. By Edward L. Wheeler. 132 Dainty Lance, the Boy Sport. By Joseph E, Badger, Jr. 183 Wild-fire, the Boss of the Road. By Frank Du mont. 184 ike Meee the Harbor Police Boy. By Chas. Morris. 135 Deadwood Dick of Deadwood; or, The Picked Party. By Edward L. Wheeler. 136 en Rube, the Hunter. By Capt. Hamil:on omes. 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. 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Trailers; or, Dainty Lance on the War- Wheeler. 154 The Bo Path. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. : . 155 Gold Plume, the Boy Bandit. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 156 Will Wildfire in the Woods. By C. Morris. 157 Ned Temple, the Lorder Boy. By T. C. Har- augh, . 158 Deadwood Dick’s Doom: or, Calamity Jane's Last Adventure. By E. L. Wheeler. 159 Patent-Leather Joe's Def-at; or, The Lady Road-Agent. By Philip 8. Warne. é 160 Buffalo Billy, the Boy Bullwhacker; or, The Doomed Thirteen, By Col. P. Ingraham, — 161 Bob Rockett, the Oracksman. By C. Morris, 162 Little Hurricane, the Boy Captain. By Oll ad. By E. L. Wheeler. 164 Tornado Monts or, Injun Jack from Red Core, By T. C. Harbaugh. 165 Buffalo Bill’s Bet; or, The Gambler Guide, By Col. P. Ingraham. 166 Will Wildfire Wins and Loses; or, “A Tremp Card,”’_By Charles Morris. 167 Dandy Rock’s Pledge; or, Hunted to Death sy George W, Browne, Coomes. ~ 168 Deadwood Dick’s Dream; or, the Rivals of the Ro
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—, oe BEADLE’S POCKET LIBRARY. 168 Deadwood Dick’s Ward; or, The Black Hills Jezebel. By Edward L. Wheeler. 169 The Boy Champion. By Edward Willett. 170 Bob Rockett's Fight for Life; or, Shadowed in New York. By Charles Morris. 171 Frank Morton, the Boy Hereules. By Oll Coomes. 172 The Yankee Ranger; or, Dusky Darrell. By Edwin Emerson. 73 Dick Dingle, Scout; or, The Wroutier Angel. By Edward §, Bilis. 174 Dandy Rock’s Scheme; or, The Golden Hand. By G, W. Browne. 175 The Arab Detective; or, Snoozer, the Boy Sharp By Edward L. Wheeler. 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. a 178 The Maniac Hunter; or, The Mysteries of Night Island. By Burton Saxe. 179 Dainty Lance; or, The Mystic Marksman. By J E. Badger, Jr. : 180 The Boy Gold-Hunter; or, Navajo Nick’s Scout. By 'T. C, Harbaugh. ‘ 181 The Seapegrace Son. 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By Captain Mark Wilton, 208 Trapper Tom’s Castle Mystery; or, Dashin, Dick’s Disguise. By Oll Coomes, . 209 The Messenger-Boy Detective; or, The Tables Turned, By Charles Morris. 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 Colorade. By E. L. Wheeler. 213 The Pirate’s Prize; or, The Mysterieus Yankee Schooner. By C. Dunning Clark. : 214 Dandy Dave, ef Shasta; or, The ‘Frisco Flash o” Lightning. By T. C. Harbaugh. 215 Daring Dan, the Ranger; or, The Denver Detee- tive. By Oll Coomes, 216 The Seka. Ol reste or, Ranger Ralph’s Ruin. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 217 Bald Head of the Rockies; or, The Ang’l of the Range. By Major Sam S. Hall. 218 The Miner ee or, Sugar-Coated Sam's Claima, By Edward L. Wheeler. 219 Buck, the Detective; or, Paul, the Boy Pard. By Albert W, Aiken. ' 220 Crack-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 Coomes. 223 Gold Conrad's Watch-Dogs; or, The Two Pards of Vulture Bar. By T. C, Harbeugh, 2% Frisky Fergus, the New York Boy. By G. L. Aiken, 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. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 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 Edward L. Wheeler. 232 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 C. D. Warren. 234 Baldy, the Miner Chief. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams. _ 235 Jack Stump’s Cruise; or, The Montpelier’s Muti- neers. By Roger Starbuck. 236 Sierra Sam’s Double; or, The Three Female De- tectives. By Ed. L, Wheeler. 237 Newsboy Ned, Detective; or, Two Philadelphia Gamins. By Charles Morris. 288 Merle Monte’s Sea-Scraper; or, Little Belt’s Droll Disguise. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 239 Ben’s Big Boom; or, The Boss Miner’s League, By Capt. Mark Wilton. 240 Sharp Shot Mike; or, Columbia Jim on the War- Path. By Oll Coomes. 241 Sierra Sam's Sentence; or, Little Luck at Rough Ranch. By Edward L. ME ve 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. P. Ingraham, 245 Boldy’s Boy Portner; or, Young Brainer ’s Steam Man. By Edward S. Elis. 246 Detective Keen’s Apprentice: or, James Jumper the New York Gamin. By Charles Morris. 47 The, Girl Sport; or, Jumbo Joe’s Disguise. By Edward L. Wheeler. 248 Giant George's Pard; er, Arizona Jack,- the Tenderfoot. By Buckskin Sam. 249 Ranch Rob’s Wild Ride; or, Old Wineh The Rifle King. By T. C. Harbaugh. 250 Merle Monte’s Pardon; or, The Pirate Chief’s Doom, By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, .
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BEADLE’S POCKET LIBRARY, 281 The Deaf Detective; or, Weasel, the Boy Tramp. By Edward Willett. 52 Denver Doll's Device; or, The Detective Queen, By Edward L. Wheeler. 258 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 ab Bers 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 E. L. Wheeler. 259 Little foxeye, the Colorado Spy. By Oll Coomes, 260 Skit, the Cabin Boy. By Edward Willett. 261 Blade, 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 Light-Eouse Keeper. By Capt. J. F. C, Adams. 264 Denver Doll’s Partner; or, Big Buckskin the Sport, By EH. L. Wheeler. 265 Billy, the Baggare 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. Ll. 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. . 273 The Girl Rider; or, Nimble Ned's Surprise. Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 274 Dead Shot Dandy’s Double; or, Benito, the Boy Pard. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 275 Fred, the Ocean Waif; or, The Old Sailor’s Protege. By Charles Morris. 276 Deadwood Dick Trapped; or, Roxey Ralph’s Ruse. By Edward L. Wheeler. 277 The Idiot Boy Avenger; or, Captain Wild-Cat’s Big Game. By Albert W. A'ken. 278 Arizona Alf, the Miner; or, Little Snap Shot's Lueck. By T. C. Harbaugh. 279 Colorado Jack, the Tiger; or, The Ghost of the Trailer. By Frederick Dewey. 280 Dead Shot Dandy’s Last Deal; or, Keno Kit’s New Role. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 281 Ned, the Boy Pilot; or, The Pirate Lieutenant’s Doom. By Jack Farragut. 282 Buck Hawk, Detective; or, The Messenger Boy’s Fortune. By Edward i. Wheeler. 283 Roving Sport Kit; or, The Ghost of Chuckaluck Camp. By Edward Willett. 284 The Showman’s Best Card; or, The Mad Animal Tamer. By Capt. Fred. Whittaker. 285 Old Rocky’s Pard; or, Little Ben's Chase. By Buckskin Sam, 286 Dick, the Dakota Sport, By Charles Morris, 287 Ned, the Boy Skipper; or, The Sea Sorceress’ Cruise. By Jack Farragut. 288 Deadwood Dick’s Disguise; or, Wild Walt, the Sport, ‘By Edward L, Wheeler, By 289 Colorado Nick, the Lassoist; or, Old Si’s Protege, By Major H. B. Stoddard, 290 Rube, the Tenderfoot; or, The Boy’s of Torpedo Gulch. By Major EB. L, St. Vrain. 291 Peacock Pete, the Leadville Sport; or, Hawk, the Boss Miner, By Albert W. Aiken. 292 Joo Morey, the Night-Hawk; or, The Black Rider, By Jos, E. Badger, Jr. 298 Dwarf Jake, the Detective; or, Kit Kenyon’s Man Hunt, By Edward Willett, 294 Dumb Dick’s Pard; or, Eliza Jane, the Goll Miner. By Ed. L. Wheeler. 295 White Wing, the Ferret Flyer; or, Old Dirk, the Oyster Pirate. By Charles Morris, 296 Govinda, the Tiger-Tamer; or, The American Horseman Abroad. By Captain F. Whittaker, 207 Arizona Giant George; or, The Boyees of Sardine- Box City. By Buel skin’ Sam. 298 Daisy Doll’s Dash; or, The Ten Colorado Pards. By T. C. Harbaugh. 299 The Balloon Detectives; or, Jack Slasher’s Young Pard. By Harry Enton. 800 Deadwood Dick’s Mission. Wheeler. 301 Dandy Duke; the Cowboy. By Major E. L, St, Vrain, 802 Big Benson’s Bet, By 'T. C. Harbaugh, 303 TE otel Boy Detective; or, The Grand Central Robbery. By Charles Morris, 804 Bald Head’s Pard; or, Creeping Cat’s Cunning. By Buckskin Sam. 305 Dusky Dick’s Duel; or, The Demon’s Trail. Harry Hazard. 306 Spotter Fritz; or, The Store-Detective’s Decoy. By E. L. Wheeler. 307 Nick, the Boy oe or, Three Plucky Pards. By Maj. E, L. St. Vrain, 308 Double-Fisted. Mat; or, The Mystic California Giant. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 309 Old Graybeard’s Boy; or, The Girl's Ruse. C, Dunning Clark, 310 Kit, the Girl Captain; or, The Mad Sailor’s Legacy. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 311 Frio Fred in Texas. By Buckskin Sam, 312 The Detective Road-Agent; or, The Miners of Sassafras City. By Edward L Wheeler. , 813 Honest Jack’s Protege; or, The Dwarf's Schem-, By Philip 8. Warne. 814 Clip. the Boy Sheriff; or, The Two Crooks of. Montana. By Edward W: illet. By Edward L. Ey By 315 Tom, the Arizona Sport; cr, Howling Hank from Hard Luck. By Major EK. L. St. Vrain. 816 The Street-Arab Detective; or, Dick Dorgan’s Doable Dealing. 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