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can: I will pray to Him. that He may li htenf
your load, that He may bless you.” . g

The woman gazed at his wan face, now light-
.d up with enthusiasm: she leaned down and
imprinted a warm, passionate kiss upon his fore-
head. Then she was gone. .

Bessie had slept unconsciously through all.

The next-afternoon, or rather evening, for the
mill had disgorged its livingr burden and sent
them forth to breathe the fresh air, Lorin Gray
strode across the eastern bridge and turned into
the Andoyer road. Dark Lhoughts were filling
his mind and racking his brain.

“ And Bessie, to fling me aside,” he muttered,
“ for that dark-browed villain, for that man
whom her father hated, who would have mur-
dered her brother, who has a wife, deny it as
he may. 0h, heavens! and she a child!
But—”

He paused, as a sudden thought seemed to
strike him.

- “ Have Ibeeu true! Have I loved Bessie and
Minerva, both if Do I love them both? Can I

betrueto both? Have I not told my love to
Minerva? Oh God! I have indeed been cruel——
cruel to the poor child.

“ But I must hurry on. My poor old mother,
Ihave neglected her; I have put her from my
memory. But tonight I’ll see her and will
make amends. Poor old mother, and she’ loves
me sol"

Night had now fallen, but Lorin Gray hur-
ried on.

In a plainly, but comfortably furnished Mom-
of a small, unpretending house, nestled in the
woods on the Andover road, some threamiles-
from Lawrence, sat an old woman—a strange.
mysterious-looking woman. She was nearly
seventy years of age, and her long white hair,
smoothed softly away from her forehead, fell,
unraatrainedly, in a snow-white mass upon her
rounded, age-bent shoulders. But the face,
though ,wrinkled and tanned, scarred and

. seamed, as it was, in the long battle of life, was
kind and wondroust fresh. Her eyes sparkled,
and flashed as she bummed an old-time distlch
and gazed around her.

She was clad in a manner that betokened she
was fair-to-do in a worldly way, or had some
kind relativeto care for her and her wants in
her old age.

A fire burned brightly in the stove; on that
stove a plain supper was cooking. The windows
were up arid the doors were open: for, in addi-
tion to the heat of the weather, the stove
rendered the room uncomfortably warm and
stifling.

This old woman’s name was Mary Gray, but
she was commonly called Mother Moll. Singu‘
lar powers were attributed to her by lowly peo-
ple and by some who belonged to the higher
walks of life. It was asserted that she had the
power of divinatiOn, of telling of the past, and
of unveiling the future. Some called her witch,
others spiritualist; but Mother Moll unpretend-
infly, yet boldly, designate! herself a fortune—
te irr. One_thing is certain: it was by this
calling that she had made her bread, in her
younger days.

Certain it is, too, that Mother Moll, if hear-
say and authority were to be believed, bad per-
formed some wonders, almost passing cre-
deuce.

She was the woman whom Lorin Gray called
mother; yet she was not his mother in the flesh,
and the young man knew it; but Mother Moll
stoodto him as such, having reared him and
taken care of him from an uncertain, yet a very
early age. She had fed him; had educated him
as he grew up in the city of New York, and had
procured a situation for him in the great
metropolis. But the young man longed again
for home scenes, longed for her whom he called
mother, and without her bidding he had re
turned. a fine, handsome fellow. Without her
knowl ,he had obtained work in the Pem-
berton. ill; the fortune - teller, while she
frowned slightly, had welcomed him back with
open arms.

This bappenedpnumber of years befere the
commencement of our story.

To-night she sat with her hands folded across
her bosom and gazed, sometimes out of the open
door into the darkness of the gathering night;
sometimes at the cheery glow o the stove, with
the old-fashioned black teapot simmering there-
on. As she gazed, the contented, happy look
gradually faded from her countenance and an
expression of anxiety took its place. Then she
leaned her head softly down and bent her old
eyes in n stare, on the floor.

“ have not read the stars!” she murmured.
“ I have not burned the black hellebore; I have
not buried the deadly nightshade in Vain! A
vision rises‘before me! oh, ye unseen powers!
A terrible vision of flood and flame, of crushed
men and women, of roasted children and gray-
haired old men! And my noble Lorin! 0h
Heaven, the picture is dim! But he struggles
through it! And now, Bessie Raynor, now,
proud Minerva Ames— Ha!"

She paused suddenly, lifted her hand, and
gazed toward the door.

A tall, manly form was standing there, silent-
ly, solemnly.

(To be continued—commenced in No. 512.)

Disums CHARIIE’S Dunsuois;

The Mounted Tramp’s Mission.

A Romance of Living Heroes, and,
Life Among the Wayward in
the Wild West.

BY COLONEL PRENTISS INGRAHAM.

CHAPTER XLIX.
Tm: BLACK HORSE BRAVOS.

Axons the rocks where the outlaws had ap-
peared so unexpectedly and suddenly to fire
upon the coach,'a group of men were gathered,
eight in number. '

They were a hard-looking lot, bearded heavi-
ly, wearin their hair long. dressed in black

nts, tOp- ts, shirts of sable silk, and som-

reroa of jetty hue. . '

They were all armed thh revolvers, knife
and a rifle each, and the spurs upon their heels
indicated that they were horsemen.

Back in a thicket, several hundred. yards
away were a dozen horses, eightbf them sad-
dled and bridled, the others carrying pack-sad-
dies.

Every horse was jet-black, and each one was
a I lendid animal.

ne man of the group among the rocks stood
in the trail, as though on sentinel duty.

The other‘s were seated upon their.blankete,
four of them playing cards, one brushing up his
weapons, a third asleep and a fourth reading a
well-worn novel. . ’7

“ Say, pards, the old hearse is late to-day, said

 

 

“ Yes, but it must be along soon, so let us git
ready. though the cap'n gin‘rally does matters
so prime all alone we hain't often needed now.

“ Well, we’ll be ready anyhow.” I

With this the men ceased their various occu-
pations, rolled up their blankets, put away their
cards, book and other work, andsnt grouped to-
gether awaiting with greut patwnco the warn-
ing of their sentinel that the coach was coming.

“ It’s half an hour late,” said one, looking at a
watch. ' n

“ I hopes nothing has happened to the chief.

“ I hopes not.” '

“ He’s too venturesome, halting the hearse all
alone.” . n

“ Yas, some day he‘ll et bit, you bet.

“ Not as long as the to ks believes he has men

r back him.”
t9" What’s the cap’n‘s idea in playing a lone
hand. I’d like ter know i’
“gifsybe he gits things that way he don’t have
tor ivvy on, see?” u

“ I thinks he deals a squar’ hand. pard.

“ Then he sh’u’d let us all chip inter ther

" Come: m n. ’0 hindering War as ’n for
he‘s aqmre ‘ a through, and he onlyphds us:
here to be sure of stopping the hearse.

“ If he'fails. theni'We can hold her up, and it’s

out, to skip across the turn and let us know, as
he has done time and again before.”

“ But he has not come yet.”

“ The coach may be delayed.”

“ Or maybe somethingr has happened to the
captain, for he could come here easily before the
coach got around by the trail.”

A whistle from the sentinel commanded si-
lence at once.

" Take your places, men, for the coach is com—
ing,” called out the sentinel. \

“ Where is the captain?”

“ I don’t know.”

“ He should have been here.”

“ If he has heldtbe coach up, yes.”

“ lVell. he was there for that purpose.”

“ Well, the coach is coming, and as the cap-
tain has not appeared, we must halt her.”

9‘ Sure.”

“Into ltion, men, for don’t you hear the
rumble o the wheels?"

Theeight men now took position among the
rocks upon each side of the trail.

They were right upon the brow of the moun-
lain spur, and where the trail began to descend
iipon its winding way to the valley a mile be«

ow.

The trail was narrow and rocky, here and
there dangerous, and it was only a skillful dri-
ver that dared take six horses, down it at night,
and so the runnver that part of the trail had
been scheduled. for daylight, though now and
then Racket Rube had‘bee'n forced to take the.
drive by night—yes, and in the blackest of
nights, too, and in a storm.

But, then, Racket Rube was the best driver on
the border, and those under his charge had .no'
fear of the result, if they knew aught of his skill.
as a manipulator of the ribbons over a six-horse
team.

W hen he put his foot on the brake at the top
of the hill, there it had toremain until the valley
was reached. .

The coach came in sight, and there came a
low, but startled axolamation from the men in
ambush.

They saw the horse of their chief fastened
alongside one of the leaders of the team.

What was more they beheld Black Horse Bill
seated on the box between an officer in uniform
and Rube.

They saw at a glance also that their chief’s
hands were in irons. \

This accounted for his not coming across the
cut, as was his wont, to tell them that he had
held up the coach.

He had, as one of the men expressed ,it in a
whisper:

“ Bit off more‘n he could chaw that time.”

He was a. prisoner, that was certain.

This would not do, and he must be rescued.

The man who had reproved the others for
doubting the captain slowly raised his revolver.

He was known as the dead-shot of the band,
and his aim was at Lieutenant Wainwright.

So great was the surprise of the outlaws, at
the position in which they beheld their chief,
that the coach was allowed to reach the hill and
almost get lgust them before they acted.

Racket ube had placed his foot upon the
brake, and had gathered his reins in hand for
the perilous drive, when the shot came which
struck Lieutenant Wainwright in the breast,
causing him tofall backward upon the top of
the coach.

At the some instant the chief leaped to the

round, and with a yell at his leaders Racket
Rube raised his foot from the brake and sent
the team flying down the hill toward the
valley.

 

CHAPTER L.
THE COACH COMES IN.

THE coach was behind time in reaching the

fort.

It was due at four o’clock in the afternoon,

and from that on until five, but the last-named

hour had passed and it had not come.

The sentinel on he fort lookout did not re—

port it in sight, and his view extended along the

trail for three miles.

General Wesley was anxious, more so, per-

haps, than any other one, unless It was Captain

IleLong. .

Those who knew that Lieutenant Wainwright

Was to return on that coach felt the greatest

anxiety. '

With his wife and Gabrielle Garland, Captain

DeLoug walked Over to headquarters.

The general greeted them cordially, and they

took seats upon the piazza where they could see

the stage trail for a mile and a half.

At last Gabrielle Garland asked:

“ General, what is keeping the coach?”

“ It is but an hour behind, Miss Gabrielle.”

“ Does that often happen, sir?” .

“ “’ell, not when Racket Rube drives, for be Is

as punctual as clock—work.” . _

“ S unething may have happened to detain it

then i”

“ Possibly some detention beyond the rough

trail, Miss Gabrielle.” . .

“ You expect Lieutenant Wainwright back on

this coach, do you not, sir?” . '

Gabrielle Garland being a beautiful glrl, and

worth a million, could ask any question with

impunity, when others might have hesxtated to

do so.

“ Yes, he was to return to-day.”

“ Where is Dashing Charlie, sir?"

“ He left the day aft-er the lieutenant did.”

“ There is some comfort in that.”

“ How do you find it, Miss Gabrielle?” asked

the eneral with a smile.

" Vell, sir, I reason it out that as Lieutenant

Wainwright went upon a mission of great dan—

ger you sent Dashing Charlie and his Deadshnts,

to be a protection to him, should he get into

trouble.” _ '

“ No, Miss Gabrielle. I sent Lieutenant Wain-

wright upon his mission, as he volunteered for it,

but Dashing Charlie asked to go on a scout, but

said noting as to where he was gomg or his in-

tention ; but I have had it reported to me that he

t00k the stage trail.”

“And did not go alone ‘1” .

“ No; he carried with him eight of his Dead-

shots, I believe." . .

“ Then I feel better for Lieutenant Wain-

wri ht.” _ _

“ assure you, Miss Gabrielle, If‘ I had known

your deep interest in Wainwright I w0uld not

have sent him awa on such a mission. _

“ I had ordered ‘aptain DeLong to hold him-

self ready for secret service,.and he gladly uc-

quiesced; but when Wainwright know what it

was, he frankly showed me that I was wrong in

sending a married man and commander of a

trOop on a mission outside of his legitimate

work and of such peril. . . t _

“ He therefore volunteered, msnsting that_1t

was his right as my aide, and sotl allowed him

to no, and a noble act it was on his part.

“Now. let me repeat. had I known your in-

terest in him, he should not have gone either. ’

“ My dear General Wesley, let me tell you

that my interest is only that of a. friend, and

for one who so nony took Captain DeLong 3

place. ' _

‘9 I do not wish you to attribute my anxiety to

other motives, for there is nothing between

Lieutenant \Vain wright and myself, I assure

you, except ingthe sincere st friendshipone which

can never be more,” and Gabrielle Garland
k warml . ' ,

spa learn glarIto feel that this is the case, Miss

Gabrielle, for I assure you that the more I think

of it, the more I regret the danger that I allowed

him to venture into- He! the sentinel has

called out something to the officer of the day!

A few minutes after a sergeant approached

id: .
“‘(‘i The sentinel reports the coach in sight, sir,
0min at fullspaed. '
a“Slain aftgr, info the view of those on the piazza
of headquarters dashed the coach.

easy enough for him, where we always hold,

could this great speed mean?
upon every lip.

above their heads to urge them
the coach to sway at times.

quickly recovered him. -
on.

thrO‘wn open into the fort

covered .

be covered with foam and

box was not Racket Rube.
It was Dashing Charlie that

RACKET RUBE‘S BRAVE

The lieutenant u as not kille
not be mortally wounded.

sided against the chief.

the face of the outlaw chief.

chase is a long one.”

speed .

urged to go, so down they went

on the Overland.

again at full speed.

one of the horses.

take it on foot.
it to a halt!”

great haste.

mile.

ceived.

“ Listen, sir!”
the man with him.

coul 1 fire.”

\‘VE .
must look after themselves.”

“ It’s a running fight now.”

“ Curses on this day’s work.”

lowing with the pack-animals.
falls were heard behind them.
chief with the pack-horses.

“ It’s Fritz,” said Ben.

chief, still retreating.

along ”

“ And are Dashing Charlie an
suing you i”

boys turned at bay.

They soon ove
two of them were found to be all
while as many more had been kil

the chief.

retreat, where I can get rid of
irons.”

 

Charlie, and two of his Deadshor

Could be but reach the level
fast horse to overtake them.
upon him, as he dared not drivet
as they could ride.

chase of the coach.

be reached.

(ith alongside.
Rube grasped the reins in one
revolver and fired.

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driver was seen to be using his whip,
now within plain View of the fort.
There was no one visible in pursuit, so what

query

Along the level trail on the plain came the
coach, the horses at a run, and the whip waving

 

was the

0!].

The road was a good one, but the speed Caused
A leader stumbled and half fell, but the driver

Then one of the wheel-horses nearly went
down, but was as quickly held up and forced

Up‘ the slope leading to the fort came the
running team of six horses, and the gates were
to admit them,
though the cause of the haste could not be dis-

As they drew nearer, the horses were seen to

. staggering with
fatigue, while now, to the amazement of every
one, it was dial-Overed that the driver on the

held the reins.

CHAPTER LI.

FLIGHT.

WHEN Lieutenant Wainwright fell back upon
the coach-top, shot in the breast, and Black
Horse Bill leaped to the ground, Racket Rube
took in the situation at a glance. ‘

He was a man quick to act, and he did act.
d, and he might

If he stopped now, the officer would be killed,
perhaps the outlaws would kill him, as he had

Rube now understood the peculiar look upon.

He did not have his men with him, but they
were in ambush upon the trail, and he knew the
chances were of his being rescued. ‘

The driver decided tosave the officer and him-
self if in the power of man to do so.

He saw that the outlaws were
and he remembered the old saying

‘ So he yelled at his horses, raised his foot frown
the brake, drew the lieutenant back upon the
box and set off down the hill at break-neck

The horses had had a long rest, and they were

at a run.

They were handled in a most masterly man-
ner by Racket Rube, who then and there
showed his claim to being called the best driver

He swung the coach around the bends, grazed
the edge of a precipice now and then, brought
the team to a slower paCe when it was sure
death to go rapidly, and then sent them along

The outlaws had fired upon him with their re-
volvers, then with their rifles, and the bullets
bad crushed into the rear of the coach, but had
done no damage, more than slightly wounding

Some of the outlaws had started in pursuit
of the coach, but they saw they could not over-

“ A hundred dollars to the man who brings

It was the outlaw chief who commanded the
pursuit, and the men ran for their horses in

But the animals were in a thicket three hun-
dred yards away, and the run there and back to
the trail, with the start‘of a few moments before.
the pursuit was ordered by Black Horse Bill,
gave the coach a start of near-lye. third ofa

But down the hill went the men as fast as
they dared ride, and on thundered the coach.

Deserted by his men now, for the reward of-
fered had stimulated each man to give chase,
Black Horse Bill watched the pursuit, forhe
was handicapped and could do nothing.

Soon he saw a man coming back.

There was no need to ask him what was the
matter, for his scratched face and torn clothes
showed that his. horse had gone down with him.

“ Here, Ben, get these infernal irons of! of my
wrists, if you can,” said the chief.

It was no easy task, 8.! Ben soon discovered,
groaning the while from the injuries he had re-

. Suddenly firing was heard down in the valley.
“ They have caught the coach,

Ben.”

Both listened and the chief turned pale as did
“ There’s more shots there, sir, than our boys
“ Yes, they have been attacked.

“ Some. let us go to where the pack-horses
are, for I am helpless and you are in a bad
“ We will retreat to the cave and the men
“ They’ll come there, sir, if they get away.

“ Yes, and they are Coming this way.
“ Quick, Ben, or we will be taken.

Away ran the chief and the man with him,
the pack-horses were reached, and aided to
mount, Black Horse Bill led the way, Ben fol-

The firing had ceased now, but soon after hoof-

Suddenly a man dashed into view riding at
full speed, fcr he could get along faster than the

“Ho. Fritz, what’s the matter?" cried the

“ We ran upon a snag, sir, for Dashing Char-
lie and his men were in the valley.

“ Burnett is dead, so is Allen, and two more
of the boys are wounded, but they are coming

(1 his men pur

“No, sir, they stopped at the bill when our

“ There come the men now,” and four of the
outlaw horsemen lfame in sight riding rapidly.
ook the retreating chief and

ghtly wounded,
ed

They reported, however, hat Dashing Charlie

and his men had not followed up the hill.

' “ How many men had Dashing Charlie?” asked
N 0 one knew, and then the outlaw leader

said:
“ Well, we will press on with all speed to the

these accnrsed

CHAPTER LII.
RUNNING AGAINST A SNAG.
THE outlaws had reported truthfully to their
chief, for they had, in their pursuit of the coach,
so to speak, “run against a snag ” in Dashing

8.

Rube had held on down the hill at the same
desperate speed in his endeavor to escape.

valley he could

lay the whip on his team, and it would take a

But down the steep hill trail they could gain

he coach as fast

But there were bold riders among the outlaws,
and they held on too at a tremendous speed in

The result was that they began to gain, and
as the coach neared the base of the mountain,
they were coming up well behind.

Around the last bend swept Racket Rube, and
a short distance more and the valley trail would

He turned and glanced behind him and saw
one man close up to the coach, and he must soon

hand, drew his

Down went the man, and his horse, relieved of

, But Racket Rube had toattend to his team
once more, and put aside his pistol, and on came

although

. so is the lieutenant.

not mounted,
that “ a stern

'half a dozen of my men, for if pushed hard now

.or drive them from the border.”

the other outlaws, bunched together now, as
though for safety. '
Another hundred (yards and the coach would
enter the timber, an then it would be a ques-
tion of speed, Rube well knew.
But suddenly there rung out a wild battle—
cry, just as the outlaws opened fire with their
revolvers upon the brave driver. ,
They saw Racket Rube reel badly, as though
about to fall. and then draw rein as the coach
reached the valley.
But that wild battle-cry had startled them,
and wheeling their horses they began to fly up
the mountain trail, and as they run they emptied
their rifles.
The cause of this sudden retreat was at seeing
three men dash out of the timber to the rescue
of the coach.
'Il‘lhe horseman in advance they knew but too
we .
It was Dashing Charlie, the scout.
On he came like the wind, and with his two
comrades abreast.
At the valley fired by the outlaws the chief of
scouts’ horse went down, but he caught himself
nimbly as he fell, and called out:
“ After them, pards, but do not go too far.”
Then he gave his Well- known battle-cry
again, threw his rifle to his shoulder and fired.
One of the outlaws fell from his saddle, and
the others pressed on the harder, while Diamond
Dan and Kit Kirby, who were in chase, also
opened fire, wounding two more of the Black
Horse Bravos.
Diamounted as he was, Dashing Charlie quick—
ly returned to the coach.
There sat poor Racket Rube still upon the box
and holding his reins With one hand, for the
other hung useless by his side, and he had an-
other wound as well,
“ Yer saved me, Dashing Charlie, me and
ther lieutenant, ef we don’t both hand in our
chips arter all,” he said, faintl .
“ You are wounded badly, Rube, and what!

“I only wish I could have come up sooner,
and had all my men with me, but they are away
upon the valley trail.
, “ I heard the coach coming, so rode to meet
it, for I knew you were being pursued, to drive
down this trail as you did.

“ Ah! you are suffering while I talk.

“I will call the boys back.”

He gave three sharp cries, and then, springing
upon the box, aided the driver to the ground.

“Poor fellow, you are twice hit, and I am
not surgeon enough to do, you much good.”

“ The lieutenant is worse off than 1 am,
Charlie. -

“ See to him.”

The scout sprung up to the box a gain and
glanced at the cfii ‘er.

His face was white and he lay back unable to
move, though he said, faintly:

“ I guess I’ve got my death-wound, Dashing
Charlie.”

“ I will put you and Rube in the coach, lieu-
tenant, and drive with all speed to the fort, for
the surgeon will pull you through, and you both
need his services at once.”

l-Ie lifted the officer tenderly down from the
box, and, placing him by the side of Rube,
opened the coach door and began to arrange the
cushions for the two men.

As‘ he did so Kit Kirby and Diamond Dan rode

p.

“We could have caught’em, Charlie, if we'
had not heard your recall.” ‘

“ I needed you. Kit.

“ You are something of a doctor, so he‘p mel
here with the lieutenant and Rube, while you,
Dan, water the horses and get all ready fora
start.

“ Catch that loose horse also, for he is a good
one.

And Dashing Charlie referred to the horse
whOse rider Rube had shot.

The wounds were dressed as well as possible,
and then Dashing Charlie said:

“ We’ll put them inside, and you, Rube, ride
with them to keep them steady, for I am going
to drive to the fort in the best time ever made
there. '

“ Dan, you remain here and bury those two
dead outlaws, after which I will strike the trail
of the others and mark it well, for I shall start
back to night With some men to follow you.

“ Now I am off.”

And, a skillful driver, Dashing Charlie gath-
ered up his reins and eent the team off on their
long run to the fort.

CHAPTER LIII.

DASHING CHARLIn’s MAD DRIVE.
WHEN those at the fort saw Dashing Charlie
on the box of the coach, they felt that some tra-
ged y had occurred.

The secut did not halt when the coach was
within the stockade, but dashed on to the quar-
ters of Lieutenant Wainwright, calling out as
he did so:

“ Please send the surgeon to Lieutenant Wain-
wright’s quarters with all haste.”

As he drew rein there the soldiers who had
foll0wed threw open the coach door and the ofli-
cer was lifted out by them, aided by Kit Kirby,
who said:

“ He’s got it bad, pards, so go easy.”

“ All right, Kit?”

“ Yes, Charlie.”

Away dashed the foam—covered horses to the
fort hospital, and there halting the burly form
of Racket Rube was tenderly lifted out and car-
ried in to be placed in the care of the assistant
surgeon.

Then the team was left with Kit Kirby to be
taken to the Overland stables, while Dashing
Charlie was joined by Captain DeLong, who
walked rapidly with him to headquarters to re-
port to the general.

Mrs. DeLonz and Gabrielle Garland were still
there, the captain having hastened away to
learn the news, and Dashing Charlie said quick-
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y“I lave to report, sir, that I came upon the
coach driving at full speed down the Crows’
Roost trail, and pursued by the Black Horse
Bravos.

“ Lieutenant Wainwright was seriously, if not
fatally wounded, and was upon the box with
Racket Rube, who was also twice Wounded, but
could drive no further after meeting Kirby, Dia'
mond Dan and myself.

“ We checked the pursuit of the outlaws, kill-
ing one, while Rube had brought down an-
other, and as I saw that the two wounded men
needed the surgeon's care, I drove on here with
all speed, sir, Kit Kirby caring for them inside
the coach. '

“ I left Diamond Dan to bury the dead and
follow and mark the outlaws’ trail. -

“ Both the lieutenant and Racket Rube are
unconscious now, so I know nothing of what
they passed through, but the horse hitched to
one of the leaders of the coach is the animal be-
longing to Black Horse Bill, I am confident.
“That is all that Ican report of the afl'air,
sir, and I am sorry I did not reach the scene
Sooner, but was not sure where the outlaws
would hold up the coach.”

The scout’s report was delivered in a clear,
terse manner, and General Wesley said in re-
sponse: ‘

“ As usual, Dashing Charlie, you have done
well. and I feel that you did all that lay in your
power.

“ You drove here at a tremendous speed, as
your horses showed, and Lieutenant Wain—
wright and Rube will owe their lives to you, if
they recowr.

“ I will go and see how my aide is, and Mrs.
DeLong, will you and Miss Gabrielle await here
the return of the captain ani myself?"

“ Certainly general, and remember to com-
mand me if l can be of any service to poor
Wainwright,” said Mrs. DeLong.

“I will do so madam.

" Em mett, will you remain and tell the ladies
more explicitly what has occurred l"

“ I would. sir, if there was more that I knew
to tell; but I wish to at once return. sir, with

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“ I leave the scamps to your tender mercies,
Emmett,” was the general’s answer, and the
three walked away together.

The general and Captain DeLong went at
once to the quarters of the wounded officer.

The surgeon met them at the door and said:

“ I have cutout the bullet, general, from under
the right shoulder blade.

“ it passed through the lung, and though most
dangerous may not prove fatal.”

From there they went to the hospital, and the
assistant surgeon made the same report about
Rube the driver, that one of his wcunds was
dangerous, but not necessarily fatal.

He was unconscious, but would soon come
round all right.

And, after ordering everything done for them,
as the general and captain returned to head-
quarters they saw Dashing Charlie riding out of
the fort followed by half-adozen of his Dead-
shots, and bound for the scene where he had
left Diamond Dan to folIOW the outlaws and
break their trail.

“ There goes one of the bravest and most tire-
less men I ever met, DeLong.”

“ He is, indeed, general; but it seems that poor
Wain wright certainly met Black Horse Bill.”

“Yes, and I wtsh we knew the result, for the
outlaw must have been killed as his horse was
brought in alongside the leaders of the coach,”
anSWered the general.

( To be continued—commenced in No. 509.)

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